#just in case youve forgotten

[veradragonjedi]

@airlocksandaviaries

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADS!!!!!

[time-woods]

This was such a simple moment, an extremely easy to miss one as well. Considering it was a Half-light passive check that  had a difficulty pass of 13 and level 7 to even show up. Not to mention how easy it is to tip-toe around the subject. When i got this in my playthough it was raining, that HL check sent a shiver down my spine, HL is important to me, for personal reasons. Half-light is your fight or flight, it wants to keep you safe no matter the consequences. HL is often seen as aggressive because of this, i didnt even realize it represented your fight or flight until later. its no wonder why harrys fight or flight is so active, this is his first time in months, maybe even years that hes been actually present in the moment. The world is no longer a haze, hes able to actually process his surrounding and half-light is on edge of every little thing because of this.

Now i realize that this line could be interpreted in many ways. like maybe in reference that being a cop youve seen shit like this, but in that case- wouldnt esprit de corps pitch in? maybe you are just sympathizing because you know stuff like this happens- but wouldnt that be empathy? its extremely important that half-light is the one to chime in here, and so simply too, its not aggressive, its not violent, its stated so matter of fact-ly. You may not remember what happened to you, and sometimes you dont even want to push for more information, sometimes its best to just leave it forgotten. such a simple line that means so much, its not even lingered on, just a fear that claws at your back waiting for you to scream.

the line for those unaware (cw mention of rape):

YOU-"Are you sure you weren't raped?"

Klaasje-"I'm 89% sure."

YOU-"So you're not entirely sure?"

Klaasje-"You know how it is."

HALFLIGHT- You do know how it is. [Difficulty pass- 13 (Formidable | Level 7)]

[3amfanfiction]

You and Johnny have the team over one weekend afternoon. The boys are sitting in the living room, having a drink and shooting the shit when you head into the kitchen to start on dinner for everyone.

You’d already brushed off the offers to help. The kitchen was your space and you enjoyed cooking for the people you loved. You and Johnny had been together for years and his teamfamily was your family. It wasn’t the first time they’d been over for the weekend or even longer in the case of Simon. Just last summer the water pipes had burst in his neighborhood and he had ended up spending a few weeks at yours while it was fixed. You don’t think you’d ever heard Johnny talk as much as he had then. Just a constant stream of thought to his best friend who only replied a fraction of the time.

Today you were planning quite the spread and you were eager to see how the boys would like it. You hadn’t made a bad meal yet and you knew Kyle constantly pestered Johnny for a bite when he brought leftovers to base for lunch. If you started packing bigger portions, that was no one’s business but your own.

They were halfway through a discussion on the most recent play of football on the tellie when they hear, “Johnathan Hamish MacTavish!!” from the kitchen.

John, Simon and Kyle all pause and turn to look at Johnny who is shrinking in his seat. His wide eyes darting between the three of them in terror.

Almost as one, the other three stand up and collect their drinks. They make their way to the back porch, ignoring Johnnys half strangled, “wait—“ as they step outside and close the door, none of them turning to look back into the house.

With a nervous swallow he jumps up and wipes sweaty palms across his jeans before hurrying around the corner towards you.

When he gets to the doorway he sees you standing beside the counter, the dishwasher open and your face set in an unimpressed mien.

“Hi lovie, did you need some thing?” A puppy dog look trying to soften the obvious irritation you were sending his way.

Before you get a chance to do more than raise an unamused eyebrow he notices the dishwasher standing open beside you, filled with the dirty dishes from the night before.

“Shite! I was supposed to run the dishwasher, wasn’t I? I’m so sorry, hen, I flat forgot.” He does look genuinely apologetic but it’s not the first time he’s forgotten to do something youve asked. You’d even reminded him last night before going up to bed, but it’s no surprise he forgot with how quickly he followed you upstairs.

“I need half the stuff in there for dinner tonight. Kind of hard to cook with dirty dishes, isn’t it?” His sheepish expression intensified as he slowly started to shuffle towards you, attempting to soften your ire.

“I’m so sorry love. I’ll fix it.” Earnestly looking through his eyelashes as his chin tucks towards his chest.

“Damn straight you will. You’re going to wash everything in there.” You say sternly, not allowing him to pull you into his arms. “AND put it away!” You sidestep his grasp and head to the fridge, pulling out a beer of your own.

Without another glance his way you head out to the back porch to sit and relax with the others while he does the dishes.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

(this is my first request ever on tumblr so sorry if I'm a bit nervous or awkward) hii! i really love your work and recently the funky digital circus has not left my mind so I was wonder if you could do headcannons of the tadc crew with a reader whos has a teacup for a head? kinda like the cuphead games? no pressure of course (drink water, take breaks, and love yourself >:0)

Various TADC characters x reader w/ a teacup head

Ngl I keep forgetting about cuphwad which is funny because I have a salt Baker and king dice plush right above my desk- that aside I'm currently not taking full cast posts <\3 apologies for the cut

Characters: jax, gangle, pomni

Notes: reader is GN

CWs: none

jax

look me in the eye and tell me he wouldnt put stuff in your head and try to make his own horrific drink concoction

alternatively he just snatches whatever liquid you have in your head and gets disappointed when you run out- typical dry disappointment because hes run out of something to mess with you with

when your head IS empty he makes you use it to carry some of his belongings

given how he acts in the second episode he would not be careful around you when tossing stuff over to you when you ask him to pass something

good thing you cant die in the digital world...? worst case scenario you need to glue yourself back together

at least he makes an attempt to help put you back together

pomni

even if the drink in your head is good or has some benefits, pomni isnt going to accept it- even if you offer it

kind of just stares at the drink youve given her without taking a sip

unlike jax she does NOT put things in your cup head nor mixes things in it

the designs of your head kind of remind her some long forgotten childhood memory of playing with toy tea sets

it... almost makes her feel a little sad, homesick even

avoids you for a while but thats not really fair to you, she eventually comes around

gangle

thinks the designs on your head are cute ! can definitely see gangle being the type to collect pretty stuff or having a really nice tea set somewhere in the real world

wants to ask you if she can use your head as a reference for drawing cups but shes too nervous to ask, what if you take it the wrong way?

tries to speed things along if you do agree to be her model, she doesnt want to keep you for too long- what if you have something else planned?

when your head is empty you offer to carry some stuff for her- her body isnt all that strong or sturdy thanks to it being made of ribbon...

reluctantly lets you carry her heavier stuff, or just general stuff she needs moved around

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Pops would fucking hate you - Felix Catton x Masc!Reader

Pops would fucking hate you - Felix Catton x Masc!Reader

i had to rewrite this like 2 times,and i still dont like it but it is what it is

TW:Small fluff,Part-Nudity,Homophobia,Sexual theme meantions, cursing, smoking, meantion of alcohol,daddy issues(lol),overthinking

"My pops would fucking hate you"You humble out with a small smile,head layed on the cold wall,as you stare at the ceiling,feet slowly swinging in the air,sometimes hitting the bedframe, some old song playing in the background

"Oh really?Sounds a bit homophobic innit'?"Your boyfriend humbles back a small chuckle leaving his lips,as he tunes the tabs on his guitar which was in his lap

"that's probably the case"You sigh out,fidgeting with the half-smoked cig between your fingers

Your dad was never really the human rights guy,i mean he was a white middle aged cis straight man,he had no reason to be protesting and support as it doesn't affect him nor his family,or at least thats what he always said until,when you were 10 you and your guy best friend at the time were giggling about how would it feel like to be kissed,so you both find out with each other,it was just a small peck

And that would be just that but as your usual english walls,they were really fucking thin and your father in the other room could hear everything.he never told anyone or mention it to you,it was just the way he looked at you after you came in his room for a charger

The room falls silence for a moment,the guys voice on the record player starts again after instruments,not an awkward silence nor a comforting one.You put the cig between your lips and took a hit,feeling it go to your core,as you get goosebumps from the open window that none of you would bother closing,then you blew the smoke,out and watch it disappear into thin air

Felix stringing a few notes was the one who took you out of your own thoughts.”it doesnt matter,we fucking hate him either way”The boy snarks out,a small comforting smile on his face.This wasnt the first time you talked to Felix about your dad,you both went through the trauma dumping on the second date.You didnt know how to feel about your dad,i mean he was your father at the end of the day,and youve had mostly forgotten about him since you came to uni,but sometimes he would just appear in your mind.

“good point”You look at felix,his tender smile,make every girl and boy melt.It was definitely an experience dating the heartthrob of Oxford.He was new to long term relationships so of course sometimes you'd argue about some stupid girl flirting with him at the local pub and he didn't try to stop her or anything,maybe he was a bit right,maybe you could be a bit jealous,but he doesn't need to know that you kinda agree with him on that

“I think my parents wouldn't believe me if i told them that im dating you”said felix,stroking a few strings on his guitar,like he was about to sing a love song.”i mean like..not even me dating but like dating someone amazing like you”He says as he doesnt break his eye contact with the strings of the guitar,his smile could even be heard from his voice

“yeah sure”You chuckle a bit at his statement,not convinced at all.You take another blunt from the cig.”its true,they probably think that im having sex with girls right now”He says,as he sits up more,looking at you blowing the smoke out of the cig.”i mean..you were in the start of the term”You tease,with a small smirk,as you smear the cig on the glass cig dispenser,next to you on the small table

Felix scoffs,sassily”well that was at the start of the term,before i met you!”he says,both of his eyebrows perked up as he leaned a beat closer,then let himself fall back on the pillows which were leaned on the frame of the bed.

A smirk on your face as you see your boyfriend get a bit worked up”i cant argue with that”You choose to not tease him this time with it”I think my dad knows that im fucking a boy”You wonder,you knew that your dad.Felix hm’d in response,his attention on the guitar again

Silence fills between the two of you only the rain hitting the grass and the vinyls instruments filling up your ears,,as you look at the window,where the now very cold breeze was coming you see that it's raining,water coming on the edge of the window.felix's eyes follow your gaze and he puts the guitar next to you on the bed and gets up and closes the window,his shirt getting rain on it

You overthink a bit of what if he is now upset that you said that your fucking a boy,not actually dating one,Felix was sensitive despite his personality that he puts out,before you wanted to apologize he was taking his shirt off,his muscles beautiful,then he pulls his pants and boxer off in one go,grabbing a new pair of boxer which you guessed was his pajamas.its not like it was the first time you have seen him naked of course,but you cant help but admire everytime.

As Felix straightens up and you start”i'm sorry”You whisper out,hoping you wouldn't have to repeat it,felix looks puzzled”for what?”He asks his voice soft as he walks back to the bed putting the guitar next to his nightstand,sitting down next to you also laying his back against the cold wall

“for saying that i only have sex with you”You mumble out, staring at your socks,as you rest your chin against your knees,he was much more than that to you,much more that you couldn't even put it to words.you wanted to prove it and continue your words but when you would start Felix,puts his hand on your back,with a comforting smile”i know you didn't mean it that way”He says,his eyes glimmering at you,like you were a the last drop of water on planet earth and he have been thirsting for over 1 month

You can't help but smile at his words,making you feel better that you didn't offend him,he never liked when you over thinked.You straighten your legs,then hug him,burying your face in his bare chest,he wrapped his arms around your body,kissing the hair on your head,with a smile,you can feel his fingers drawing shapes on your clothed back.You look up at him,faces close that you could still feel the cheap beer of his lips

“i love you so much”He whispers,it was easy for him to say that,like it was the most simple words in the words,with no meaning behind them.”i want to have you for the rest of my life,have a family and move into a small farm house”He says,his brown eyes tickling,as he stares into yours,you can't help but chuckle as a big smile washes on your face”i know it's..like really early but i know,i feel it”Felix said.he had big plans,and you were one of them.

“i know…i hope too”You say,voice shooting as you give a small peck to his lips,then his lips falls onto yours for a longer kiss,and you don't hesitate to kiss back,lips pressed together as you were 2 pieces of a puzzle.

[stxrblight]

Tw// Scopophobia / Eye contact

Guess who's making a welcome home AU :]]]

info on it under the cut!

the place where Ringmaster Wally and the others exist is some sort of dream realm. it started existing after a kid watched the og Welcome Home show and dreamed about it and it ended up becoming a carnival like place instead of a normal neighborhood. the kid told all of their friends about it so much that the other kids also began dreaming it. so many kids dreaming it multiple times made it gain enough power that it doesnt need the kids to exist anymore and its just become its own reality at this point though eventually as the show was cancelled and fell into obscurity, the kids stopped dreaming about the place, the place seemed to have been abandoned by the ones who created it in the first place and the performers didnt understand why, as they dont know or understand the concept of aging up and moving on n stuff

they're confused on why no one visited anymore, but they still do their best to keep the place in shape! in case someone shows up. some of them lost hope on it though, coping in their own ways as they miss the kids, grown bored of their acts as they didnt have any motives to come up with new performances others in denial, especially Wally, thinking the kids will come back someday, maybe theyre just... busy.. too busy to play! yea thats it!... they dont even know theyre in a dreamland until thats group of people begin receiving Welcome home's content and what not, as more and more people begin learning or remembering about the forgotten show, for the first time in years, they finally have visitors again

they have. abandonment issues, would probably try to make the Dreamer's stay as much as possible until they inevitably fade out of existence(aka they wake up via alarms or someone waking them up). they probably freak out about it the first couple of times as they had forgetten that happens sometimes, it used to happen with the kids when their parents would wake them

its likely you become a regular in there, especially if you have fond memories of the show or have good thoughts and feeling about it from what youve learned in the site, as this AU's Home gained most of the power over the land, it helps keep everything together and used to bring back kids who would get lost in other dreams, as dreams do that weird transition from one place to another sometimes. Home did become weak over the years of no Dreamers visiting, its powers would get stronger the more Dreamers there were, but it has enough to keep you from not visiting. sometimes it'll give you a break from the carnival, mainly because it needs a rest from using all the remaining power it has to keep you coming back

THIS IS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW BUT IM GOING TO THINK MORE!!

[dajo42]

every episode of classic who is like

lets run this way! oh no! our path is blocked by a scrooble! well then lets try the other way! oh dearie me several more scroobles! well we cant just stay here or theyll put us all in the decircumciser! yes i rather think we should run! but the question is which way? in case youve forgotten all our exits are blocked by scroobles! oh ive got it! but how? dont you see this is a world where everything is made of backwards space! to escape all we have to do is turn the space forwards! but how are we going to do that? we simply boost the electro goop through the donkey kong transmitter and rotate the entire pan-galactic dimension supplanter 180 degrees through itself into itself on top of itself! wont that kill us? well maybe but i dare say standing here any longer will kill us even so! now quickly hand me the timespace fertiliser so i can resonate its frequency with the dr pepper blast neutraliser

[eyelessfaces]

this might make too long of an idea for rn but,, llewyn angst where he breaks up with you for whatever (stupid) reason and leaves, only to come back a few months later needing a place to crash for the night (and an excuse to see you) and finds that youve been doing horribly mentally and physically,, im a slutttt for angst

again

llewyn davis x reader

summary: well, the ask basically

warnings: angst!! llewyn kinda accidentally being an asshole because he's really good at that, obvious mentions of a difficult break up and what goes with it

tags: hurt/comfort, eventual fluff

word count: 2.4k

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Llewyn sighs as the building door closes behind him. He knew this was bound to happen, he knew he wouldn't be able to let go of you, he knew he would go back to this, to you one day or the other.

He sighs, pressing the button to your intercom. There's an unpleasant noise before you pick up and speak.

"Hello?" it feels strange to hear your voice again, after purposefully avoiding each other for so long for your own good.

Llewyn swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry and funny. "Hey, it's me" he says, instantly cringing and feeling the urge to dig his own grave as he pronounces the words. "Llewyn." he specifies, in case you would have already forgotten the sound of his voice.

There's a pause, no sign from you on the other side. He even thinks you decided to ignore him, and fairly, it was valid – it was your ex, ringing late, coming out of nowhere after breaking up with you unpromptedly. 

You had every reason to ignore him, to leave him hanging just like he did for you.

"What do you want" your voice is harsh, cold, any expression seeming to filter through the piece of technology. 

It makes his stomach churn. He knows that you know damn well what he wants, he knows he’s being annoying.

Maybe it was better if he slept outside tonight, after all. But he really, really fucking needed to see you.

"I uh… I need a place to stay" he declares, looking down at the stuff gathered at his feet. “Please, sweetheart, it’s pouring out there. It’s late, I have nowhere else to go”

There's a silence before he hears you sigh over the other side, then despite everything, he hears the buzzing sound of the door.

"Thank you angel. Thank you so much" he hastily blurts out, reaching to pick up his stuff at his feet.

—

When he reaches your floor, your door is already half opened, and he tentatively comes in, closing the door behind him.

Your whole apartment obviously smells of you, and it hurts. It hurts being reminded of everything, of how happy you were together, of how he fucked it all up. 

He puts all of his stuff down when he reaches the living room, taking a look at you perched on your armchair, reading, not paying attention to him in the slightest. His heart sways at the fact that you’re wearing the cardigan he gifted you on your most recent birthday – it is stupid, of course you wouldn’t stop wearing it just because the person that bought it dumped you.

"You can pick leftovers from the fridge if you want" you declare nonchalantly, not tearing your gaze from your book, tearing Llewyn from his thoughts.

He quickly looks over to the kitchen, then back at you.

"...Okay. Thank you" You pinch your lips in a small smile in response, your eyes still directed towards your book. “And thank you for letting me stay. I appreciate it”

“Sure” you sigh as you close your book and readjust your position on the armchair, finally looking up at him. “I heard your latest song” you nod. “It’s good.”

"Thanks" he smiles awkwardly, giving you a polite nod. “I uh… It’s about you.” he declares as he sits down on your couch, his bed for the night. He had gotten back to his starting point, to what he gets to have from anyone, when he used to have so much here.

“I figured.” you sighed silently as you put your book away, lightly clearing your throat before giving him back the same bitter, awkward smile. It had been blatant the first time you listened to it. Then the more you listened to it, the more it hurt. 

If there had been one good thing for Llewyn about breaking up with you, it was the waves of inspiration that came with it, the effortless urges to write about the hole it left. 

He would rather have had it another way, though. In a way that didn’t involve hurting you, in a way that didn’t involve profoundly regretting his decision.

“Jim told me you were starting to get some recognition” you continue, a weak smile over your face.

He chuckles, nervously fiddling with his own hands. 

“Recognition’s a huge word” he cocks his head to the side, raising his eyebrows. “But yeah, things are finally starting to move” he nods, pinching his lips in a small smile.

“That’s good. I’m happy for you” you declare with a tired, although genuine smile. “You deserve it.”

Llewyn gratefully smiles back at you, seeing your eyes quickly darting away from him to awkwardly look at your own lap. He lightly clears his throat, trying to dismiss the obvious feeling of tension stilling in the room. “How have you been doing? You uh… You seein’ anyone?” he asks, getting more comfortable on the couch.

You chuckle, stupidly shaking your head. “No, not really.” you cringe as your voice slightly cracks mid sentence. The silence after that feels heavy, you can only hear the traffic outside. 

“You?” you eventually ask in return, finally looking back at him. “No” he shakes his head, and you somehow feel relieved. You shouldn’t be. He doesn’t care, not anymore.

You nod awkwardly, before running a hand over your face.

“I hm… I don’t think I’ll be able to move on from you.” you admit trying to diffuse the obvious tension, your face contorting into an uncomfortable expression. It makes it worse, and Llewyn scoffs, his signature asshole mocking scoff that tends to rub people the wrong way.

“What?” he asks bewildered, as if you just said the most stupid thing he has ever heard. “Of course you will. I don’t doubt you’ll find someone else soon”

“That’s not what it’s about” you sigh impatiently.

Llewyn shifts uncomfortably on the couch, feeling a mix of guilt and yearning in the air. He knows damn well what you mean. He has been there. He still is, but he can’t.

"I... I didn't come here expecting... I mean, I didn't want to burden you with all this," he stammers, running a hand through his hair to brush back his messy curls. “Our past”

You look at him with a mix of frustration and dismay. "You don't get it, do you? You dropped me with barely any explanation and now you just show up at my door, acting like nothing even happened. What do you expect?"

He sighs, his past actions hitting him in the face full speed. "I messed up, okay? I know I hurt you, and I can't change that. But if you wanna hear it then yeah, being without you, it's been... It's been hell. I thought I could move on, find inspiration elsewhere, but every fucking song I write, every fucking note I play, it's all about you."

You stare at him, searching for sincerity in his eyes before scoffing in dismay. There may be some, but the delivery makes it look awful. "Llewyn– you can't just waltz back into my life whenever it's convenient for you. I can't keep going through this emotional rollercoaster whenever you decide you need something."

He nods, regret painted across his face. He shouldn’t have come here, that’s true. He shouldn’t have relapsed and come back here just to get a glimpse of you.

"I know. I messed up, and I don't expect you to take me back or anything. I just needed a place to stay tonight, and I didn't know where else to go."

There's a heavy silence in the room, filled with unresolved emotions. You take a deep breath, as if steeling yourself for what is to come next. You do your best to ignore the knot tightening in your throat.

"Okay. Great. You know what? Forget about it, everything's fine. I'll leave you the living room" you declare in a haste, getting up from your seat. "You know where the blankets are, you just came here for a place to sleep, after all" you throw before disappearing out of his sight, leaving him reflecting on his behavior and poor choice of words.

For such a talented songwriter, he surely had an awful way with words.

The living room is left in silence, filled with an unbearable tension. Llewyn sits on the couch, staring at the space where you were just moments ago. He feels a mixture of regret, guilt, and frustration with himself for not being able to express what he truly feels, and instead acting like an asshole.

As he looks around the apartment, memories of the time you both spent together flood his mind. 

The familiar surroundings, the scent of your perfume lingering in the air – it all serves as a painful reminder of what he lost, again. 

He can't escape the fact that he was the one who fucked it all up, and now he's facing the tough consequences.

The sound of your footsteps echo in the hallway, and he hears the bedroom door close. Llewyn runs a hand over his face, letting out a deep sigh. He knows he mishandled the situation, and he's not sure how to fix it. Not even sure if he can.

After a moment of contemplation, he decides to get up and find the blankets you mentioned. As he walks through the apartment, he notices the pictures on the walls – snapshots of happier times. It only intensifies the ache in his chest.

—

Llewyn can’t close his eyes, can’t stay in the same position for over twenty seconds. He tosses and turns on your couch, replaying the conversation in his mind over and over again as he curls up under the thick blanket he’s draped in.

He can’t let your relationship remain like this; he can’t leave it here, can’t spend the night and leave in the morning like nothing ever happened. 

It feels automatic as he sits up and gets rid of the blanket over his body. He doesn’t think twice as he beelines to your bedroom either, softly knocking on the door before he hears your voice and tentatively steps inside. Your bedroom is bathed in darkness, save for the warm, dim light of your bedside lamp. 

You glance over at him from your side of the bed, waiting for anything to happen, for him to say anything. 

"I'm sorry," he finally mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to come here tonight and mess everything up. I just... I needed to see you, but I didn't think it through." he pauses before speaking again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you even more.”

You glance at him, your expression a mix of frustration and sadness.

“Come over here,” you order, not louder than a whisper. He does and joins you, sitting on the edge of the bed he used to sleep in just a few months ago. "Llewyn, this is not about tonight. It's about everything. You can't just walk back into my life and act like nothing happened." you explain, frowning. “You need to understand that this is unfair to me.”

He nods, feeling the weight of your words. "I know, I just... I miss you, and I didn't handle things well. I should've talked to you, explained myself."

"It's a bit late for that now, don't you think?" you reply, your voice still tinged with bitterness.

He sighs. "I know I– I messed up, and I can't change the past. But I still care about you, and I didn't want to see you hurt. It’s just… You know. I can’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated, I can’t give you enough and I have shit to figure out, you know that. You know that's why things are that way between us”

You meet his dark eyes filled with sincerity. There’s still something he doesn’t get. “I don’t care about that Llewyn” you frown, your hand coming to cover his. “I was happy with you. That’s all that mattered to me.” you nod, trying to prevent the materialized proof of your emotions from threatening your eyes. “Are you happier now that we’re apart?” you ask.

“Fuck no,” he scoffs, his hand grabbing yours, his hold tightening.

“Me neither. Not at all.” you admit and take a deep, shaky breath. Your expression and mask fall down, and tears finally slip away. Llewyn doesn’t think twice as he exhales and pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry. I thought it would make your life easier to get away from you” he whispers as he rubs your back up and down. “Every success I achieve just feels like a failure without you to share it with." he admits quietly.

The room is quiet, save for the sound of your quiet sobs. Llewyn holds you tighter, as if trying to make up for all the times he couldn't hold you when you needed it the most.

"I messed up, sweetheart. I messed up big time," he murmurs into your hair. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but all I did was hurt you and myself. I don't know how to fix this, but I will try if you let me."

You pull away slightly, looking into his eyes, searching for any sign that he means what he says. His gaze is intense, genuine, and remorseful.

You nod, chewing onto your bottom lip. "Can we try again?" you ask, your voice cracking.

He nods, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. 

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "We'll take it slow, okay? No more impulsive decisions. We talk, we communicate, and if it doesn't work, at least we'll know we tried." 

Llewyn nods again, a determined look on his face. "Whatever it takes. I don't wanna lose you for good."

And in that dimly lit room, with the weight of past mistakes hanging in the air, you both find a glimmer of hope – a chance to rebuild what was broken, a chance for a new beginning.

The night unfolds with shared confessions, tears, and the raw honesty that was missing for so long. Llewyn opens up about his fears and regrets, and you express the pain and confusion you've been carrying. It's not an easy conversation, but it's a necessary one.

As the hours pass, you find yourselves talking about the good times, the laughter, and the shared dreams that once bound you together. 

You fall asleep when the sun begins to rise, casting a soft glow through the windows. Exhausted and emotionally spent, you both lay in a comfortable silence, holding each other like you used to. 

It's a fragile beginning, but there's a sense of mutual understanding, a shared commitment to try and make things work again.

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reblogs and feedback are greaaaaaaaaaatly appreciated!!!!!

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[i-just-want-to-destroy]

the last chapter for walking study in demonology was CRAZYYY im so happy you updated. im so curious about what your thought process in writing it and if youre willing to share?? you dont have to if you dont want to btw! but in any case thank u so muchhh

hey thank you! appreciate it

okay super long answer below

honestly this one was difficult. idk if its bc its been a while since i write fics from scratch so i might have forgotten how difficult the whole thing is, but this one was tough. ch 8 wasnt from scratch tho cos i had the drafts since like 2022 or smthg lol

ik the formatting is non conventional in ch 8 and i was aware that itd be hard to read for some people. but i do think abt the readers often when i write.. mainly not what the readers want in terms of storyline (altho ofc i consider this too sometimes lol) but what the reading experience will be like for them.

i.e consider if id written the chapter in a linear, traditional way and narrated the confrontation between 1-A and LoV (or even other wackier “Villains” like godzilla and invading aliens or whatever). the truth is, although def easier to read, that version will be very boring.

(i know bc i tried and scrapped those versions.)

(im sure a better writer can write it interestingly but i am not a better writer.)

the thing w writing these traditional fight scenes is tht im sure — im 1000% positive in fact — that the readers have read it before. there r literally thousands and thousands of bnha fics out there with great fight scenes, on top of the actual manga, where youve read these characters fight their assorted villains. why would i make you read that again, esp when i know i cant do it better? i already know the readers r just gonna skim the chapter if thats the case. ive been a reader, ik what fic fatigue is like — esp with bnha when everythings been rehashed infinity times in infinity different ways.

same thing also applies with even the “metaness” of the fic itself.

i dont want the fic to come off like its talking down to readers, whom i believe alrdy have the instinctual knowledge of what the fic is trying to do. im willing to bet tht the readers have read something similar to this before, like multiverses n time loop n meta stuff, also cosmic horror. i still end up narrating some things even though often i feel im being too explanatory. i jst feel like the readers will know what im talking abt by virtue of their familiarity to the tropes involved.

therefore the least i can do is serve it in an interesting way, aka the fuckass formatting. like although the tropes im doing r done so many times before, at the very least i cld let the readers hopefully have fun by piecing it together puzzle-style with the fragmented formats — so its more of an experience thing rather than jst a lore dump. i dont like lore dumps, they can be condescending.

demonology def doesnt succeed in avoiding that however. in fact its fallen to that exact trap. ch 4 and 6, those r very lore-dumpy. i tried to make it fun w the humor dialogue style but its not perfect. i know tht by ch 8 that tricks alrdy old, and the readers have all the puzzle pieces at this point anyway so itd be even more repetitive than it alrdy is. even so i still feel im being too explanatory esp with the emotional arcs but thats a skill issue on my part

overall i feel demon can be more oblique and “elegant” in its mechanics.

but anyway, it IS crack… it was never meant to promise intelligence, least of all eloquence lmfao. its never meant to be taken seriously.

of course, at this point u can tell that i actually am taking it pretty seriously LOL. i never meant to write meta fiction. i have some gripes w it, namely that i feel meta fiction is used by weaker writers as a storytelling crutch n it can come off as lazy — demon is guilty of this too. but now that i end up writing meta fiction, i might as well fucking commit and try to push it as crazy as i can. if its not gonna be good, at least it can be interesting, or weird.

blah blah im yapping. point is, ik the end product might look very “random” and pastiche as if i was jst doing whatever i wanted … which, true … but it went thru a lot of trials and errors until this final version. you would not believe the amount of time ive rewritten this chapter, due to all those ^ considerations.

however i always knew i was going to start ch8 with the classic mary sue “fanfiction” — that segment was written a long time ago like in 2022/2023?? and mostly stayed unedited since, unlike the rest of the fic which i stripped and repainted and restripped again lol

ok thanks for reading abt my wack anime crack fic writing process that, again, shld not be taken seriously. i will admit however that i do put a lot of effort n heart into it so i cannot pretend i am aloof and disaffected. id be lying if i say its been easy. i consider it a miracle i updated at all. i keep saying its not meant to be taken serious but if i managed to make it even a little bit meaningful, id be very happy.

ah also. bnha ending actually forced me to scrap a lot of things too. but it kinda ends up for the better, maybe.

[danphantom]

if ur curious abt the dans that i mentioned here's a post explaining them yippee

split core is an au sort of based in the doppelganger au--its a branch-off of it really--where clockwork wasnt happy with dan's progression and decided to teach him a lesson by splitting his core into the vlad and danny halves--red and green. however, a third core had formed over time--the dark core--and a third dan came out with them who was just the personification of all his bitterness and hatred. they looked like this (and forgive the old art i need to draw them again soon)

and yall know doppelganger dan. hes just the redeemed dan from my doppelganger au/comic lol. he came back for revenge after TUE's events, but he was captured and (forcefully) rehabilitated by the fentons, mostly jazz. then his timeline's vlad showed up thanks to danny and threw him for a loop, but it ended up being what he needed to truly get better! also then later valerie showed up and things got complicated lol. this is him in case youve forgotten

i mentioned "apprentice dan" and that was basically an au where dan was clockwork's apprentice! it was a way for clockwork to look after him without having him interfere with timelines by being part of them. i didnt develop this au a lot, i kind of only had a design and one shitpost comic, but i look back on it fondly. here's the art (also very old now)

and finally, my attempt at a post-agit dan... i settled with just having him be in the clone vessel FOR NOW, because i kinda vibe(d?) with the idea of him being in the vessel to be anchored to the timeline but when he goes ghost he turns into his usual ghost form! here's the vessel design i landed on

i actually just remembered i DO have two more dans from crossover aus i made in the past. how the hell did i forget saiyan dan and phantomborne dan. ESPECIALLY phantomborne dan.

here's saiyan dan first--it was a dragon ball z crossover where jack was a saiyan with amnesia which made danny a half saiyan. i cant remember exactly how i handled dan in this, but i THINK i made dan some time travel situation where he came to the past to make danny an evil saiyan (theyre both half saiyans in the au). this was him

finally...phantomborne. this was my baby au that i was kind of obsessed with for a hot minute so i absolutely cannot believe i forgot about it until now. but it was my bloodborne crossover au where danny was a half beast due to a failed blood transfusion experiment and he could transform at will. dan, however, was a full beast, and he was still danny from the future--there was time travel that i implemented using the au version of clockwork, who kind of acted as a less creepy gehrman with time powers. i think i made him responsible for the reason hunters wake up from the hunter's dream and everything has respawned, like they want back in time??? idk lol. but yeah dan is a full beast in the future bc he was never cured of his beasthood + gave into his beastly urges. he's pretty sick and uses the beast cutter weapon. here's a pic of him with danny

ok i think thats for real all of my dans now thank you for coming to my ted talk and apologies for the longass post. i hope yall had that post cutter thing turned on lol. i know i could have used a readmore but i didnt want to <3

[barnesboo1967]

not.justine.rossi: loving you is easy

agentrossi: Why I am just now learning about this and why do you have a glass of wine in your hand

not.justine.rossi: agentrossi maybe because I am an adult who can drink

pretty_boy: You missed triva night

not.justine.rossi: pretty_boy sorry spence I'll make it up to you

momma.JJ: why have none of us heard of you mystery man prentiss_emily pene.lope.

SSA.Hotchner: you make everything better

true.pretty.boy: looks like hotch is gettin some

SSA.Hotchner: true.pretty.boy never say anything like that ever agian

pene.lope.:OMG hotch is dating someone

agnet.rossi: yall are so unprofessional

pretty_boy: is that why youve been late in the morning and at lunch?

SSA.Hotcherner: pretty_boy sometime I hate working with profilers

not.justine.rossi: willing to risk cooties for you

agent.rossi: No daughter of mine should be getting cooties from any boy

pretty_boy: it's not very smart to have your credit card in you clear phone case

not.justine.rossi: pretty_boy good thing its not my card its agent.rossi's

momma.JJ: that neck and jawline looks familiar or is it just me

SSA.Hotchner: never wanna get-a-way from you

pene.lope: so that's were you went this weekend

true.pretty.boy: she is totally posting theses Hotch is not clever enough for this

SSA.Hotchner: true.pretty.boy I am still you boss enough though I am not there

agent.rossi: my kid and my work hubby is gone who will I annoy now?

pretty_boy: I've seen that hoodie before

not.justine.rossi: and he calls me a nerd

agent.rossi: is this the guy you've been seeing young lady?

not.justine.rossi : agent.rossi maybeeeeeeee

pretty_boy: I KNEW IT HAHAHAHAH true.pretty.boy you own me $20

pene.lope: OMG I CANT BELIEVE THIS YALL ARE SO CUTE

SSA.Hotchner: wowwww I thought you were never gonna show this to anyone

not.justine.rossie: SSA.Hotchner oppies must have forgotten

SSA.Hotchner: When you are on a case, but your girlfriend misses you

agent.rossi: I never wanted to see this

not.justine.rossi: expose me like this? I feel the love

SSA.Hotchner: not.justine.rossi You did it to me its only fair

true.pretty.boy: thats why I heard laughing from the room beside me last night

momma.JJ: Why does that not shock me

[magnoliamyrrh]

theres something deeply disingenous abt how whenever some issue gets brought up let's say abortion for example ppl on this website wanna pretend like white american women have nothing to say on it and wont be impacted and as if white american women have experienced like, no opression in america. as if till VERY RECENTLY they had no right to vote, to say no to sex in marriage, own a bank account, get abortions - hey, remember too when white women literally had to kneel in front of their husbands and beg their sins to be forgiven, and when they put those god awful mechanical cages on their faces to force them to smile?

yea. listen. i have my issues w many of them too for sure. but this sort of attitude is detached from reality

are we still aware Many white women exist in this country who are poor? like, poor as shit. who will Most definitely and Have Already Been impacted by the abortion laws bc they dont have the money to simply leave the state to another one to get an abortion (and also, bc the governments have made it illegal to do so). Can we not pretend that there arent white women who live in grueling poverty, especially in the rust belt and other such places where there are entire communities forgotten by everyone in deep poverty? can we not pretend white teenage girls dont get raped and forcibly impregnated? can we not pretend many of them dont come from very conservative families which either never gave them the education to know about sex and abortion, or would not allow them to get one? can we not pretend that white women arent still experiencing domestic abuse and rape and other forms of male violence in this country, also, one of them being being killed by men the moment they find out theyre pregnant?

even like "rich white women" in which case the conversation stops actually being predominantly about race but is now Actually about class status and yes, there are minority women w money. even rich women and them rich white women and Girls are susceptible to domestic abuse, rape, and violence, as well as having insane conservative families which would flip their shit if they found out they had an abortion. And yes, many of those conservative families Wont make an exception for their daughters and will absolutely force their little girls and teenagers, wether it be rape or consensual, to Not get an abortion and carry out a pregnancy till the end. Also, theres plenty of cases in which higher class women are so not because they have their own independent money but bc of their husbands money, which again makes the idea that they can just willy nilly skip town to another state for an abortion easily unrealistic and detached from reality. Yes. there Are Definetely cases in which economic status means a women in a place which has banned abortions will still b able to get one, absolutely. but its more complicated than what ppl make it out to be

like, this website going on for weeks about how american white women have like nothing to say on abortion and it being banned was insane and the peak of dumbass identity politics being taken to an extreme. the other part of this too people going "the handmaidens tale is so stupid blah blah there will never be a time when white women will be used as broodmaids" like..... yall are fucking stupid and have no idea, like clearly absolutely no idea of the history of america like At All, and because you live in a liberal area youve got no idea what conservative and rural america is like in the current day either

-_- this is way past the point of complains about white women. this is just stupidity and frankly fucking privilege lmao to not understand a series of things and its also another example of identity politics taken to a stupid level, being used to divide women, not being an Actually productive conversation, and also the erasure of class

[jcfoxington]

imagine this (youre a sad old man and a silly little mage pops your depression bubble)

imagine this: youve been floating in a state of subconsciously awake but not quite aware for what you will eventually discover is roughly 10-15 years, give or take, first as a machine of war never treated as the person you are and secondly in a magical prison cell that kept you dormant.

when you're awoken - when you're freed - you are jostled truly awake and aware. you were awoken to fight because everything is going to shit and your faction's field of expertise is this particular range of shit, so you fight. because that's your job. and when you’re asked to pick sides, to make a decision, you're hit with the realization that you have no idea who any of these people are and, perhaps much scarier and definitely much more distracting, no idea who you are. it isn't a case of amnesia, rather a case of unawareness; your body has paraded around as a husk for so long, your mind has forgotten the motions of being present and being a person.

so you make a decision, say some words that make sense in the moment and in the grand scheme of things but that you don’t actually know the impact of because the knowledge of the context and the consequences and what the whole thing is actually about escapes you and then your sisters are leaving. in the moment, you don't understand it - the two souls reaching out to you, as if to comfort or to remind you of who you were and then... not quite recoiling, but sighing and retracting, as if giving up scaling an evergrowing mounting, disappointed and hurt. and you feel like you’ve lost something, something profound and important, and like you’ve failed in your one task in life - but in the moment you don’t understand, and there's too much going on to linger on it.

you leave. you leave and you follow and you do as you’re told, and everything hurts and you’re punished relentlessly for stepping out of line, and in the middle of it all is the most poweful mage you have encountered in a long, long time. his soul shines like the sun and his presence burns in quite the same way, and you’re scared of him initially because you'd be a fool not to, but he reminds you of something so you can’t quite keep away either. and then he turns out to be the goofiest motherfucker on the planet. straight up just a muppet with the power of the sun in his hands. and he's kind and kind of stupid and takes no shits from anyone, and especially not you. he's a silly little man that you’re certain you’ve met before but you’re not sure from where or when, especially when he says he's human because then it'd have to be in recent memory and those consist of darkness and fistfighting (paw/clawfighting? you aren’t always humanoid, you realize early on) a pitlord, so you give up on that train of thought.

he finds you sitting at the top of the tallest dalaran tower on the first night you manage to sneak out. you expect him to be mad, but he isn’t; he's only concerned. and in that conversation - that uncertain step into what turns into a strong friendship, you figure out why you're so lost. why you’ve failed.

your sisters left you. they're the reason you're here; you were supposed to protect them, to watch out for them, to be there for them always and whenever they need it, to make sure they wouldn’t die like everyone else. because that’s the least you could do after disappearing for so long - for abandoning them when you'd deemed them able to fend for themselves. they’ve abandoned you. given up on you. because they’ve seen a side of you they cannot forgive - seen the side of you that cannot change. they’ve abandoned you, like you abandoned them.

atop the dalaran tower, you sob. for the first time in thousands of years, you cry your heart out - you, a man reduced to a war machine by the will of your own hands and then broken when everyone else treated you as such. you, a blind-born dragon abandoned and bullied by your kin for your parentage and raised by your nightelven family - a family that you have failed time and time again and that you never told them your thanks for the love they showed you, despite it all. and now you will never be able to because the last of them are gone.

you are broken, and you have been for a long time. but for the first time, you let yourself be so without running. you let yourself fall apart utterly and completely, grieving all you have lost and all you have failed. and then, when you're ready, when you’ve faced your grief and your failures and your fears, you begin to pick up the pieces and rebuild yourself - not as the you that you were, but as the you that you are and the one that you want to be.

and through it all, there is a silly little mage with his silly little staff and collar and jokes and warm voice. and though years go by where you do not see him - where you go each your own paths - the silly little mage is family. the first family, chosen; the one who taught you to choose.

you owe him everything. on the few occasions where your paths collide, you are not afraid to tell him so. he hates it, tries to tell you otherwise or to brush it off - but he doesn’t deny you or tell you off. because he taught you this - to be sincere and genuine and not be afraid to speak it out loud, and he's just happy you keep doing it.

[a-new-nobody]

Diamond, You don't deserve this either. Both of you deserve so much better than this... You guys are trying, that's all that matters right now for your survival. But one day you'll get out and you'll be free, and all of this will be worth it. So, We just need you to survive. Just keep trying. Because eventually you'll be alright.

i walked in here willingly

i knew what i was quite literally signing up for yeah in case youve forgotten i signed a forum to work for showfall as an actor

and the only way for me to keep surviving is to give people less reasons to save me

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

idk if youve read the nico and will book yet but is there homophobia in that book?

I did read it actually! it was one of my first books of the year actually (though it was so aggressively fine that I've forgotten most of it tbh ,,,,)

as far as I remember there is a bit, but it isn't major? (anyone who has read it more recently please correct me if I'm wrong)

I just checked the trigger warnings on StoryGraph and these are the ones under "Graphic":

[ Grief(64) ; Death(39) ; Mental Illness(37) ; Violence(28) ; Injury(23) ; Blood(15) ; Death of parent(15) ; torture(7) ; panic attack(7) ; child death(5) ; outing(5) ; homophobia(4) ; emotional abuse(4) ; eating disorder(4) ; confinement(4) ; abandonment(3) ; self harm(2) ; gaslighting(2) ; suicidal thoughts(2) ; war(2) ; medical content(2) ; dysphoria(1) ; bullying(1) ; kidnapping(1) ; gore(1) ; medical trauma(1) ; murder(1) ; fire(1) ]

note that the tw in story graph are distributed on three levels: graphic, moderate and minor. they are added by the readers themselves (which is what the numbers mean: how many readers added this as a tw, in this case on the "graphic" level specifically) often times tws that have a low number on "graphic" (like only 1 or 2) appear more often in the "moderate" or "minor" tier.

(also just searched for my review on it to see if I wrote anything useful but all it told me is that it was the third book I read this year and that I was a bit depressed at the time lmao (which maybe explains why my memories of it are so shit))

[sycamorality]

oh please bro anything about the ancients. i love learning about people's ancients its the best for real. whaddo they look like?? any societal norms or ideas on governing/social tiers??? and if youve thought about it or an event like this even fits into your headcanon events what do u think the mass ascension/disappearance of the ancients was like?

i've already rambled abunch about them; you can find them all here, a good 2.2k words worth of rambling.

they're a little creature to me. the best example i have is pearls collapsing within stained grounds, but they are an echo, and a kid, so they don't have their mask. digitigrade legs, tails, snouts (maybe even beak-like heads or even just beaks if i end up vibing with some more avian-esque designs), even wings in a few cases (though those would mostly be genemods - which also means yeah they could have feathers 'n fur 'n whatnot, but some wings could certainly be "natural"). they have funky patterns because i can so i will (and also because it's based off of this and this mural from in-game). think stripes, swirly stripes, rosettes, rings, y'name it. they probably have it. they also have lotsa colors, probably either darker or lighter and less saturated; some higher circle members probably have vibrant colors, depends. they can be little creature guys. as a treat. (except for you vigil you can like- get echoed a second time or something)

societal norms? docked tails, cropped ears, clipped wings (if applicable), unless you're higher circle or in a community that doesn't particularly care about it or are just a lucky lower/middle circle member. full masks always on for middle/higher circle in public and during important events. most higher circles probably had feeding tubes. speaking of social tiers, this post right here has my thoughts on them. can go into detail about anything if prompted; this goes for anything i've already said.

i think the mass ascension was by force, considering a majority (~99.5% for my own headcanon) lived atop iterator superstructures by now due to the lethal rains, and the higher circles Definently held the most power, which meant they got the say in it and it was agreed globally that "hey everybody's ascending". there were certainly outliers that didn't ascend (void knows i've got a few ocs like that, looking at you eclipse) due to a multitude of reasons. either because they were outcasts living on the ground, forgotten and left behind, or straight up hid to stay and not be force-ascended. most of the ones that didn't want to ascend did get caught and just- straight up dunked in a vat of void fluid by force, it was very strict and they made sure everybody ascended by checking id drones and wrote down records. though, if they only checked id drones, there's of course be the ones without any or ones that malfunction and weren't counted.

its 5am this might be a little incoherent and not make much sense oops