#let me play so I can get out of Doom Land PLEASE

[find-the-path]

my computer is STILL getting fixed, so poor Ryndel has been frozen in Mordor for over a month

[lightseoul]

16 please 👀

Congrats btw for your 2K milestone!! 🎉 WAHOO

number 16, coming right up! thank you for playing and for the congratulations, lovely <3 i hope this one makes you laugh!

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

16. "I WANT TO GO HOME TO MY WIFE." (0.7k)

it’s probably by the tenth sigh of the night—not that anyone’s counting—that poor kaminari finally snaps.

“seriously, dude?”

bakugou, who’s seated across from him with kirishima and sero adjacent to the both of them, only lazily raises an eyebrow in question.

at that, the electric hero pouts. “at least try to pretend you’re having fun.”

a few feet ahead of them—the men collectively chose to be seated at the back of the small dive bar despite kaminari’s protests—the stand-up comedian currently doing a set cracks another joke. an undercurrent of laughter flows across the room, but none of the four contribute to that.

“sorry, denki,” sero starts, a not-so-apologetic expression plastered on his face. “i’m with bakugou on this one.”

the slim, ebony-haired man glances at the stage, “the jokes aren��t landing for me either.”

“aww, come on, you guys!” kirishima, the ever-unfailing saint that he is, pipes up with a borderline overcompensating grin. “let’s just stay for a while longer for denki, alright?”

sero shrugs in response, but turns in his seat toward the stage anyway. bakugou, on the other hand, only grumbles before reaching for his phone in his right pocket.

thumbing his password under the table, his fingers click on the messages app, then to his number one favorite contact.

for a second, he debates whether or not to shoot you a text. you were so excited to finally get started on that anime you’ve been meaning to watch, that you almost seemed like you didn’t care that he was leaving you home for the night to hang out with the guys.

biting on his lip, he absentmindedly goes through your last exchange before finally deciding fuck it.

while typing out a well-crafted message, his eyes dart between his screen to his friends then back down again, trying to seem inconspicuous.

the last thing he needs is for the bored tape hero to tease him with that annoying ass shit-eating grin of his.

reading through it one last time, bakugou finally presses the send button.

much to his delight, it doesn’t even take you a minute to reply.

(8:43 PM) baby 🧡: heey! i’m still watching—am on episode 5 now. hbu? aren’t you busy with the boys?

the smile he wasn’t aware he’s been sporting immediately drops when he’s reminded of the predicament he’s in. peering back up at the front, he has to fight the groan that threatens to bubble from his mouth when another performer goes up.

oh, well. at least you’re texting him right now.

he quickly types out his response.

(8:45 PM) me: Busy being fucking tortured. This is the worst night ever.

“yo, bro, who got you smiling like that?”

bakugou whips to glare at the culprit, who’s now wearing the very same shit-eating grin he’s just been thinking about avoiding a few moments ago.

pocketing his phone, bakugou snarls at the man. “shut the fuck up. all that doom-scrolling is rotting your fucking brain.”

“i think you getting the reference says something about you, too, bakubro,” kirishima offers from beside him.

bakugou shoots the redhead a menacing scowl, which the unbreakable hero accepts in stride.

“are you guys even listening?” comes kaminari’s whine.

“sorry, denks,” sero replies, before turning to regard the rest of the group. “i thought we agreed to stop doing these guys’ night outs? none of us are as good at planning get-togethers as mina.”

at that slightest bit of opening, bakugou takes the opportunity and moves to stand up, grabbing his wallet and car keys before inserting them in his back pocket, surprising the three men.

before any of them can say a single word, though, bakugou tries to shrug nonchalantly, muttering his simple explanation.

“what was that?” came sero’s teasing tone.

“i want to go home to my wife, idiot,” bakugou barks before he can stop himself.

at that, kaminari finally throws his hands up in defeat.

kirishima only shrugs himself, “that clicks.”

while the menace snickers. “simp.”

[orbmanson7]

From the Air - A Logangstamatic by Orb Manson

A little more animation than last time, but probably should still be called an animatic at most...

My "logangstamatic" project consists of about 26 different short animations and animatics (and maybe a lyric video or two), in each one, I take a song that reminds me of Logan from Sanders Sides and animate a short section of it in a different way!

The idea is to give a tiny taste of the type of work I want to do, when I someday have better means and the actual time and dedication to give to such projects, haha.

For more information on the full project, go here!

This one features the song "From the Air" by Laurie Anderson, and was animated by me by drawing and creating a bunch of paper doll versions of the characters (most dressed in costumes) as well as creating a paper theater and seats and props and stage setting, then using basic stop-motion techniques to create more of a photo montage of sorts of the story progressing, and used tissue paper to simulate fire. Everything was shot on my phone and then edited in the inShot app.

This song was chosen mainly because I have been a fan of Laurie Anderson's unique music for a very long time, and I originally wanted to do something for "O Superman" from the same album, but I felt this song fit Logan and his thought process way better, especially with how things are going for him currently in the series (and are bound to keep going at this rate).

I don't know why, but when listening to this song while thinking of Logan, I vividly imagined the words being spoken not by a pilot as a plane was crashing, but rather a stage manager watching everything unravel behind the scenes of a doomed stage play and once a spark sets the curtain aflame, he begins giving instructions on what to do, taking charge to clear things out but not once bothering to fight the flames, knowing no one would listen to what he has to say anyway, and eventually even revelling in how this is one of the only ways he can regain control of this unending stage of drama...

The storyboard was drawn almost instantly, haha, it just took a lot longer to find time to make all the pieces and then get it all put together.

Like the other video, I'd love to someday animate this whole song in a similar manner, preferably with a better camera and better software so it comes out more presentable and with way more animation on display. I was very limited in what I could accomplish with this, so if given the chance, I'd love to do it again but better.

I already have a few more of these other animatics and animations in progress, so stay tuned for those coming soon. As I said, there will be 26 in total!

If you liked this, please let me know with a like or a comment! It is greatly appreciated!!

Music Credits:

"From The Air" by Laurie Anderson, from the album Big Science

Art Credits:

All art, props, and animation done by me!

Character Credits:

Logan, Virgil, Roman, Patton, Remus, Janus, and Thomas Sanders are characters from Thomas Sanders' series, Sanders Sides

Lyrics Used In This Video:

Good evening

This is your captain

We are about to attempt a crash landing

Please extinguish all cigarettes

Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position

Your captain says:

Put your head on your knees

Your captain says:

Put your head in your hands

Captain says:

Put your hands on your head

Put your hands on your hips

Heh heh

This is your captain

And we are going down

We are all going down

Together

And I said "uh oh"

This is gonna be some day

Standby

This is the time

And this is the record of the time

This is the time

And this is the record of the time

[barrenclan]

unsure if this has been said before but please let me get what i want (the deftones vers specifically) feels very fitting for pinepaw or maybe even rainhaze. the family guys who are almost foils to each other when they're both going through a messy rough time 🤝

I really like this suggestion, because Morrissey is my current voiceclaim for Pinepaw so he's very Smiths-coded in my mind.

Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Could make a good man bad

So for once in my life Let me get what I want Lord knows it would be the last time Lord knows it would be the first time

Oh my friend, British men screeching is just about my favorite musical styling.

Want land in the valley There's pieces of you breaking off (Pieces of you breaking off)

Big money's in the basin, you don't come back without it He's killing with abandon to get over the mountain Got darkest rum from Mama, seething in the liver Blood disease from Papi, poisoning the river

Friends on the Other Side works pretty well for Ranger, at the very least his attitude. Rainhaze's deal came from desperation rather than greed, but I do like things that speak to his thoughtless self-centeredness and hero complex.

That's a Rainhaze song if I ever heard one!

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of Flesh and bones and they're all scared of A lost little boy who has lost his heart Fear's not enough, they have to Tear him apart

Follow the scent of iron sinking Deeper into corpses rotting But they can't hear you talk, talk, talk About every little thing

And the Hound Is humming you A lie, a lullaby

Ohh, yeah... I can see it.

I wonder who I'd be If all these bad things Didn't happen to me

I must be The Virgin Mary To create a son Who will suffer so much <- the sloug.......

The tone of the song is pretty light, but I can see the lyrics working! Especially drawing parallels between the original great destruction and the current onslaught.

Oh god, come quickly The execution of all things Let's start with the bears and the air And mountains, rivers and streams Then we'll murder what matters to you And move on to your neighbors and kids Crush all hopes of happiness with disease 'Cause of what you did

And lastly, you're all alone with nothing left but sleep But sleep never comes to you It's the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak It's just you and me

Ah, that musical is on my watchlist but I haven't gotten around to it yet. I've heard pretty good things, though!

I roar! And you cry! I'm the reason You run and hide!

You better leave your hopes behind No one's gonna stop him You better hope he's out of sight Or you're doomed to be a victim

Objectively wild pull, but I do love Johnny Cash, and his voice reminds me a lot of what Mallowstar's would be like. I like this song a lot with him. :,]

Well, I won't back down, no I won't back down You can stand me up at the gates of Hell But I won't back down

Well, I know what's right, I got just one life In a world that keeps on pushin' me around But I stand my ground and I won't back down <- wahh mallowstar...

I'd definitely this has big Slugpelt energy.

Dear, I fear we're facing a problem You love me no longer, I know And maybe there is nothing That I can do to make you do Mama tells me I shouldn't bother

Lately I have desperately pondered, Spent my nights awake and I wonder What I could have done in another way To make you stay

It's a pretty good song!

YAY Queen song! This is interesting; I can see it very well with characters that are still a spoiler to talk about.

So much ado, my lover So many games we played Through every fleeted summer Through every precious day

All dead, all dead All the dreams we had And I wonder why I still live on All dead, all dead And alone, I'm spared My sweeter half instead All dead and gone

Damn I ran out of video links

[spidermanscientistsimp]

goodbye yellow brick road

the spot x musician! gn! reader

author’s note: this is the cheesiest thing i have ever written and i apologize for the tooth rotting sweetness in here… also! it’s important to know what this song sounds like, so here you go! when you see orange text, it’s song lyrics, so go listen!

be like me and listen on LOOP ANYWAYS. also, please let me know if y’all want more spot fanfic (i can tone down the cheese if y’all want) 🫡❤️

“A BAGEL, HONEY. THE CHILD HIT ME WITH A BAGEL.”

“i know i know john, i saw- you’re so brave for enduring that, i would have NEVER survived.”

“oh, shut up.”

“make me.”

you and john always loved your flirty bickering after a long day at alchemax. every day at exactly 6:30, you and your husband would walk hand in hand down the gum covered sidewalk, talking about your day, your hopes, your dreams, the usual. your boyfriend was a busy, busy man, but he always made time for you. even if he had to stay late at the office, he would INSIST on walking you home, and returning to work after dinner with you. to put it quite frankly: his world revolved around you. he thought you were the most attractive person to ever grace the earth, and was constantly asking himself how he could end up with someone so perfect… and hot. you didn’t understand why, as you saw yourself as nothing more than a lowly secretary, doomed to be rushing papers back and forth to men for the rest of your days. it wasn’t your job of choice, but it payed well, and seeing john absolutely flourish at work made it all worth it.

this specific night, you went about your usual weekday routine with your boyfriend: order some takeout, make out on the couch for a while, discuss mortality, and then fall asleep. but, something was off.

10:30pm

“y/n, stop rolling around, please”

“sorry.”

11pm

“john? you awake?”

and as the clocks struck midnight, you got out of bed, trying to find a way to occupy yourself, tire yourself out enough to shut your eyes and actually fall asleep. it was at this moment you turned your eyes away from the kitchen pantry, looking to grab a midnight snack, and instead looked towards the small, spinet piano on the back wall. you usually tried to avoid this sight, as it reminded you of a life you never achieved, a goal you never reached… but tonight? you needed it. you needed to play this piano more than anything else. you sat down at the instrument, silently cursing yourself for doing this. you wondered what song to play, flipping through decisions in your head- but, that was all futile, as your hands and heart had a different idea, and you began to slowly play the opening notes to elton john’s “goodbye yellow brick road”.

when are you gonna come down?

when are you going to land?

against your usual better judgement, you started softly singing after the first verse, careful not to wake johnathan.

i should’ve stayed on the farm

i should have listened to my old man

“y/n?” jonathan called as he stirred awake, unaware that his partner was already lost in their own world.

you know you can’t hold me forever

i didn’t sign up with you

i’m not a present for your friends to open

this boy’s too young to be singing the blues

johnathan couldn’t believe his eyes. there you were, his partner, playing the piano and singing your heart out like your life depended on it. he was truly awestruck. he didn’t want to interrupt your beautiful moment, but he had to say something…

“y/n”-

he couldn’t even get through your whole name before you turned around, quicker than lightning, with a terrified look on your face.

“oh my word jonathan i am so SO so sorry i probably woke you up with all my damn wailing, and i just don’t know what happened this isn’t-“

he shut you up with a kiss before you could say another word. the two of you stayed there, enjoying each other’s embrace in the dead of night, when your husband pulls away, asking, “why didn’t you tell me you could sing and play like THAT?”

it was a touchy subject for you. you always wanted to be a musician, and a great one at that, but it just wasn’t financially feasible for you. you had bills to take care of, bills that music just wouldn’t pay.

“i- i don’t really play much any more. or sing. i always dreamed of becoming as great as bach or mozart or someone- but, it was a stupid, stupid dream. i mean… i’m happy where i am now.”

“are you though?” he questioned.

you thought about this for a minute. were you REALLY happy? well, you had a loving husband and a good paying job- you should be happy. but you didn’t have one thing- music. money didn’t matter when music was what got you through so many rough patches in life. seeing your internal battle, johnathon grabbed your chin with his hand, and quietly spoke,

“y/n. i love you. and i want you to be happy. and if music makes you as happy as i’ve seen you tonight, you need to pursue it. we’ll find a way to make ends meet, i promise you. just, live your life- live your dream.”

and in that moment, you smiled to yourself and knew, this was the man you were going to marry.

•

the time was six thirty, the very next day, and you were waiting for your johnny outside the alchemex building.

you waited.

and waited.

and he never came.

a few hours later, not a word came from him.

you paced around your apartment, fearing that he found someone else, fearing that he thought you might be a financial burden with a career change… but all those ideas were put to bed when you saw the notification from your news app pop up on your cellphone.

alchemex.

collider.

explosion.

body not found.

your johnny, was dead.

•

johnny was dead- but “the spot”, the remains of his human form, a dalmatian like amalgamation of spots and the man he used to be. the spot had been wandering around brooklyn for what felt like an eternity, in search of a home, a friend, just- anything. and in the back of his mind, there was always, you. talented, amazing, you… who didn’t need to be seen with a monster like himself (at least in the spot’s mind). he was a ghost, a man forgotten by the world- or so he thought.

he was walking by Jenna’s, a local coffee shop him and y/n always loved to visit, when he heard a familiar voice, ringing out from the inside of the café

it was you.

you, up there onstage, playing to a full house, all eyes on you and all smiles upon every person’s face. you did it. you really did it. spot ducked his head as you looked out the window, towards the sky, and made an announcement,

“this next song is for someone who once told me to live my dream, no matter what… and because of him- i’m doing it. wherever you are, thank you-”

you played those starting notes he remembered hearing all those months ago.

so goodbye yellow brick road

where the dogs of society howl

you can't plant me in your penthouse

i’m going back to my plough

you threw your head back, becoming so damn passionate about this song that meant so damn much to you

back to the howling, old owl in the woods

hunting the horny-back toad

oh, i’ve finally decided my future lies

beyond the yellow brick road

the spot completely lost his breath as you held out the final note of the chorus. my word, you were amazing- the heart and soul you sang with was unparalleled, and he wanted to just run up to you, and hold you in his arms, kissing you until neither of you could breathe. but, he couldn’t. he wasn’t jonathan anymore. that man died. and he could see y/n was still not over that fact as he saw them hold back tears as they finished the song- it broke the spot. it broke jonathan. he had to do something, do anything.

•

you woke with a jolt as you heard a crash come through your window.

“hello??” you called, half jokingly, thinking this was simply a branch or a bird- you didn’t expect to hear footsteps right in your kitchen.

you were TERRIFIED. grabbing a broom, you made your way out to this… thing, preparing to fight it, to get it out of your home. imagine your surprise when you saw

a spotted man

who called YOUR NAME

“y/n, please-“

you were NOT HAVING THIS, you threw your broom at the THING, screaming and yelling a pattern of

“go away”s

“i’ll call the police, i- i’ll call spiderman”s

and a few

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU”s

the spotty thing pleaded with you, on its knees, begging you to listen to it

you obliged. it skittered over to your piano, and started playing notes that sounded like a child attempting to play…

goodbye yellow brick road

and now that you thought about it, this thing did sound a lot like your lost lover…

it was your song. it was him. you didn’t know how, but it was,

“jonathan”, you yelled, throwing yourself into his dotted arms. you didn’t know how, and you didn’t know why, but you knew that this, thing, was your johnny. and in that moment, nothing else mattered. life would go on, and things would work out.

and as he held your head with his hands, your boyfriend said, after what felt like an eternity,

“i love you.”

[onethattwaddles]

Drama Twaddling: 'Queen of Tears'

WELL, well, well… That was quite a drama, huh?

Almost a week later and I’m still here nursing a clingy heart. I’m not ready to let go of BaekHong yeeeeeet. And I know I’m not alone on this one so here’s a little (not) drama talk from me. So sit back and grab a cup of coffee ‘coz this is going to be a looooong discussion.

Finally, after a long squiggly wiggly rollercoaster ride, we’ve reached the end. (Two special episodes coming, though. Weehee!) I can’t believe two months just flew by and starting this week, no more waiting for BaekHong weekend. Anyway, pat and applaud yourselves for making it through the rough journey. And as hard as it is, now we say bye-bye to our lovely (and we-emptied-your-tear-bags) royal couple, Baek Hyun-woo and Hong Hae-in.

First of all, this is definitely one of those I came in for the package, I stayed for the cast.

If there was one thing to be applauded about this drama, it’s the casting. They anchored the show. I’m serious–I'd give a hundred if the rating were out of ten. That much. Because I could NEVER imagine anyone else playing BaekHong’s roles as perfectly as Soohyun and Jiwon did. They were practically Hyun-woo and Hae-in acting themselves. They said they were a bit awkward in the beginning but where in the world do you find people just standing side by side screaming chemistry like, hello? The wedding photos? Hyun-woo said they probably only met twice when they shot those but it gives off legit pre-nups. In the drama, with every little touch, you get this small tingling feeling. It’s so natural that you don’t even notice they’re acting even if the camera angle screams “Look! He’s touching her!” The spark’s just… there. *chef’s kiss*

And speaking of the cast, of course we can’t leave out the rest of them. If the main leads were good the supporting cast did not fall short. From the Hong Family to the Baek Family, Queens Group to Yondu-ri folks, friendships to usurpers–everyone nailed their roles! Bruh, the Mother-Son duo never failed to make an eye roll every time they appeared on the screen. They had, not only BaekHong in chokehold but even the whole watch-nation. Park Sung-hoon portrayed Yoon Eun-sung so convincingly that I’m starting to think he’s getting hate messages from all his “You can hate the character but please not the person” talks. (Because if it is so, what is wrong with you people?! Edit: I just read about it and that seems to be the case. Seriously, people?! Can’t separate reality from fiction now?)

And if I have the most generous love for the cast, I’m sorry I can’t say so for the writing.

Storywise, uhh... there were a few that I think were a bit of a shame.

For example, the overly abused the stars-aligned-the-universe-is-on-our-side motif? I wish they just made it so that kid Eun-sung saved kid Hae-in, which would explain this abnormal obsession because, to quote him, he liked her first and he saved her from drowning. Like, at least give him a proper reason to obsess, Writer-nim.

Or I wish Hyun-woo knew it was Hae-in he met in high school and who owned that MP3 player, so there would be more meaning as to why he kept it all this time. Prior? No, that would defeat the whole thing. While dating or in their marriage maybe. I just hope they didn't make it seem like the stars aligned for them to meet, but that they're both fighting for the universe to be on their side like a real married couple would do (just like what our Queen did in that propose scene. Pfft!). Especially in their case where everything's not working out. I think we already got a lot of that universe-is-on-our-side with the Truck of Doom and notebook incident. (I think there were others but I can’t remember.)

One thing I loved about Park Ji-eun’s previous work (Crash Landing On You) is because of the memories in North Korea. Here, I would have loved to see more Yongdu-ri and less Seoul during their MIA era. And I mean more interaction between the villagers and the BaekHong family. Like Hae-in and Dahye hanging out with Mi-seon and her gang, or Mommy Hong and Mommy Baek hanging out with villagers, washing veggies, cooking, drinking, etc. like Daddy Hong and Daddy Baek did. (And where on earth did Hoyeol run off to, with four-something episodes left?)

Also (okay, at this point, it’s probably not a “few things”), I wish there was more something to our usurpers. You know, like what caused them to go a-la-Parasite on the Queens? Hello! Backstory? I know we got Eun-sung being a child out of wedlock but any more reasons how, what, why Moh Seul-hee exists and why she was so desperate to steal Queens? Why the Hongs in the first place? And who on earth is Grace? How did she connect with them? I feel like the time spent on the dragging scenes should have been spent on their backgrounds (Moh, Dahye, Grace), even for just a few seconds of flashback. But I guess the not-knowing-everything part adds to their mystery.

Finally, I did not sign up for the long-term residency in makjang alley, Writer-nim. I figured we'd have to step foot in but not that long. There were needless makjang moments just going round and round it got exhausting. RomCom suddenly logged out and was out of reach. (Can't deny the top-tier execution of our main leads, though. It was beautifully heart-breaking.) And those Germany honeymoon scenes in the BTS, where were they?! Hing~! TT

I love second-chance tropes, especially when it’s between married couples. That’s what intrigued me about this drama in the first place (of course, after seeing the cast). And I’m sad that this could have landed a spot on my number one list. The first half was good－pacing and all. I like how the usually slow and dragging scenes were cut short and compressed in a few minutes. However, as it advanced, some areas that didn’t need dragging got dragged whereas scenes that needed to be included did not make it which made it a little... and I’m just gonna shut my mouth. *zips*

By the way, I read someone on X saying Writer Park Ji-eun got this drama copyrighted in 2010－which explains why I got an early 2000s vibe from the premise (and the always-wrong turn of the second-half plot)－so I get it, this is from the treasure chest. But you had a 14-year chance to tweak it, Writer-nim! *wriggles her neck*

Hang it all! At least we got a “and they lived happily ever after” and that’s all that matters. (Also, Hong Soobin! We finally got to see you, girl! Welcome to the world! Huhuhu! Now give your papa and mama the best and long life.)

With all that said, it’s time to re-watch the whole thing… because why not? *winks*

(Update: I just finished rewatching and there’s only one thing I can say: you HAVE to rewatch it. It helps you see it in a bigger picture.

While rewatching and having long discussions with my sister who also just finished it, she was able to identify why I felt like the second half was dragging. The problem was really the last two episodes.

It suddenly felt like we were watching a different drama. The reason why we’re all ‘Queens (and Kings) of Tears’ is because we were watching Hae-in fighting to live, with her husband beside her through it all, going against the odds together. But in those last two episodes, I felt like a post-surgery Hae-in, suddenly lost and unaware of what was happening. I feel like if Hae-in survived the surgery and lost her memory, we didn’t need to see it anymore. The whole point of the show was to know if there was a cure for such an illness and if she survived it. But there was too much focus on the usurpers while so little information about their purpose.

Sis suggested something and I couldn’t agree more: end the show in episode 14 with the last scene of episode 16 just to show they lived happily ever lifetime. Honestly, the last two episodes were more of a fan service. While I have a few other minor comments (some mentioned above), let's just let go and move on. HAHAHA!)

[deaths]

eeeeeeeeee uh i dont know i needed to get this out of me. thoughts on That Part in shadowlands that makes me want to rip my hair out and eat it. but also some lustarion.

the cursed shadow lands were taking its toll. after finding arabella, that sweet tiefling girl in the village who they had returned to her parents, only a week later to have her parents be dead a week later… it was too much for lumina. the first thing lumina felt in his life he did out of kindness without reward had turned to ruin without mercy. lumina had told arabella to follow him and his party back to camp that night, stating he didn’t see her parents yet, but hopefully they’ll find them through lying teeth.

lumina couldn’t bear to be around arabella, even as everyone else seemed to dote on her that night, aware of her parents passing. lumina went to the edge of camp, looking out at the surrounding quiet darkness. he felt a sinking in his stomach anytime he thought about that poor girl, her family, how he was hopeless in it all, idly playing with the matching set of wedding rings he had found on a long-gone pair of skeletons in the nearby graveyard.

he looked over at astarion, who was staring daggers at the back of his head. he never was one to mope, but here he was. “yeah, i know, mad i let her stay?” he puts up a dismissive hand and a weak defensive smile.

astarion crosses his arms, “why would you assume that? can’t i simply be worried about my helpful darling being all doom and gloom?” noticing the small frown taking over lumina’s face, he sighs, taking a seat on the ground next to him. “why didn’t you tell her the truth?” he says in a curious whisper.

lumina fidgets his hands in his pockets, feeling around the rings, reflexively tightening his jaw. “look at her, astarion. for gods sake.” his voice waivers, feeling the pressure sink into him. “i’m doing fucking everything i can right now, please, let her be blissfully unaware for a moment. i can’t do everything right.” he chokes out, his claws digging slightly into his own flesh.

astarion’s face becomes a nervous frown, “i would never- i would never ask you to do everything right. that’s not what i meant.” he instinctively moves closer, his hands inching to search for any physical way to release his lover’s pain. “i am worried about you, that is the main thing i’m worried about. you… you keep,” he rests his hand lumina’s hand. “hurting yourself. for others sake.”

he flashes a grimace before sinking it truly in, all this was getting to him, it was all too much to handle. what happened to selfish heartless lumina who left people dead on the streets? what happened to the backstabber that lied to make ends meet? why was seeing people dead and forgotten affecting him so badly? he can feel his throat tightening, as if he is going to cry, but only a pained groan comes out of his mouth. astarion looks at him in surprise, but there is undoubtedly empathy in those eyes.

���it’s… fine if you need to cry, dear.” it feels uncomfortable to say something he wouldn’t like hearing anyone say to him, but that’s all astarion knows how to say now. the out of place-ness of it makes lumina give a half smile. “that’s much better, more,” astarion gives a vague hand gesture with a disarming smile. “you.”

lumina rests his face on his hands, he could almost laugh from the strangeness and overwhelming emotional change. “fuck, that was stupid.” he peaks over at astarion with a uneasy smile. “it’s getting to me, being in this gloomy darkness.” he digs through his pockets, fishing out the wedding rings he found, roughly placing them in astarion’s palms. “throw these off a cliff or something.”

he eyes them, a small grin forming on his face. “hm, that idea seems more stupid than anything you said before.” he notices the magical aura around the rings. “i wasn’t planning on doing this so quickly, but you leave me no choice. give me your hand. i will not take no for an answer.” he says playfully. lumina’s eyes grow wide as he freezes up, “that’s,” he looks at him surprised, but puts his hand out on instinct.

astarion puts a ring around his pointer finger, “this isn’t, that, but, well.” lumina feels the magical connection between the rings as astarion puts his on.

lumina laughs loudly, and wholeheartedly, “oh my gods. i was so worked up in my own shit i didn’t even,” he fidgets with the ring. “warding spell? through the rings? pretty smart.”

“i want to protect you, like you protect me.” astarion clears his throat, feeling embarrassed he admitted that outright with no layered witty. “stop- feeling bad for yourself, the others miss you.” he quickly gets to his feet towards the camp, lumina following after with a grin.

[honeekyuu]

3, 12, 16

SELF SHIP FRIDAY LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

DODGER PLEASE IM FERAL TONIGHT

ask game questions here!

3: Who cooks? Who cleans up? Who’s banned from the kitchen?

i cook and suna cleans and there is no other way that this could ever go. he is NAWWWWT allowed to cook. NAWT AT AWWLLLLL. i cook everything and he washes the dishes while im sleeping because he's always up super late anyway, and if im too lazy/tired/stressed to cook, he's QUICK with that uber eats order. he doesnt pretend to be like "aw babe ill cook the chicken stir fry you were gonna make it's okay <3". no. he just slumps in his corner of the couch and goes "tacos or burgers?" without looking up.

12: Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

oh BROTHERRRR. i definitely get up earliest because i have to get to campus by 9am most days, and he 100% will NOT be going with me because he stays up until 3am playing video games and doom scrolling on tiktok and cleaning up the messes i make in the kitchen. i dont hear from this man until noon at the earliest. but he will always pick me up from campus at 7 or 8pm if it's a long day for me, or ill go meet him at the shop if i finish up at 3 or 4pm and just sit at his station and yap at him about my day while he draws. i am the sleepiest, no matter what. his sleep schedule is so fucked and he always has bags under his eyes, but i am without a doubt the sleepiest. in bed by 8pm on weeknights with my book and in honkshoohonkshoomimimi land by 8:30 at the latest. he joins me in bed until i fall asleep because i cant fall asleep without him, and then he slinks off to do loser gamerboy shit in the night

16: What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

our favorite domestic bliss moment is me sleeping with my head on his chest while he scrolls on tiktok. we usually start on the couch with me sitting between his legs and watching tiktoks together, but i always end up falling asleep with my face in the crook of his neck and his arms around me. those are the most peaceful moments. we dont cook together, but he does sit at the kitchen table while i cook so we can still yap mindlessly about our days/his new gaming addictions/my grad student drama that hes completely invested in. we also call my friends if the drama is real deep and he paces the kitchen with my phone just gossiping on speakerphone while i cook. we dont do like clothes shopping very often, but we love buying inappropriately seasoned home decor together (christmas decor in july??? yes) and he takes me to barnes & noble once a month and lets me run up his credit card like it's nobody's business

[artobotsrollout]

ROASTING REVIEWING KNOCKOFF TRANSFORMERS

Part 1

So it's no secret that I enjoy collecting TF figures. My collection isn't massive but I like to collect my favourite characters! Hasbro figures (at least the first series released at the start of a continuity is. I can't speak to some of the later releases) are usually p decent quality.

Decent faces. Thought out weight distribution so even characters like TfP Starscream can stand. Smooth joints. Basically an all around decent toy.

Of course with any piece of media there are the knockoffs.

Let's get into the first one

DINOSAUR Battle $4

Montoy

I saw these and thought they were cute right? "ooh a bunch of mini transformable dinosaurs"

However, the moment I look a little closer I already found things that bug me.

Review under Readmore

* Please be aware that this entire post is meant to be jokey. I'm not actually angry about any of these things. I'm exaggerating for emphasis and humour. *

The pictures of the dinosaurs to the left of each toy are not the same colours as the actual toys in the packaging. It's possible maybe the colours are random but from what I could see all the packages had the same colours??

Another issue... Maybe it's not as big of a deal to most people but as a paleo-nerd it really bugs me. So they label which dinosaurs they are right?? Well...

CRYPTOCLIOUS IS A PLESIOSAUR (Think long necked swimming dinosaur. Think Loch Ness monster) which if you look at the figure

IT HAS FREAKING FEET

A better name would be diplodocus or brachiosaurus OR Yknow what I'd even accept the outdated term Brontosaurus for this guy. At least it's the long necked land living dinosaur and not the water dwelling sea reptile.

I FEEL LIKE to have put down Cryptocleus you had to google it. So if you had to google you'd have seen that cryptoclious has FREAKING FLIPPERS.

I don't usually get upset about dinosaur mistakes bc like... I don't want to be that person who yells at people for not knowing dinosaurs / extinct creatures. Lord know I have gaps in my own knowledge. It's more just baffling to me that they picked a species that isn't even a dinosaur like the toy is. And it's such a weirdly weirdly specific and not well known species too.

I haven't even opened them yet and for some reason?? I expected every dinosaur to transform but apparently they are just meant to combine?? Into a wholeass dude? And that's it?

Anyways here they are

Despite my misgivings and the definitely cheap plastic used some of the designs are p cute.

Only the tip of the wings flap apparently 😂 the rest of the wing is permanently out oof.

Poor T-Rex. This is as high on his body as his head goes. He is doomed to forever fall flat on his face. 😔 Truly tragic

I appreciate the stegosaurus having constant finger guns 😂

The joints are not great. Some are okay while others are kinda tough to move. The pieces come off too easily as well.

Time to make it into a man.

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How the Frick is this a man?!?

This is so goofy looking help 😂

Amazing.

Now I'm gonna leave the joking mode and be serious for the conclusion.

These are not great quality but they have cute designs. The designs are fun if a bit odd at some parts. Cheap plastic and not super well thought out toy. Then again I didn't expect much for $4CAD

If you're someone who likes painting toys then these could be fun to use as a base.

I don't have children and haven't worked very much with children so take what I say with a grain of salt. For a child who is delicate with their toys and old enough to not eat everything it's not terrible. Could be cute in a gift bag from a birthday party. Wouldn't recommend for young children. There's a lot of easily removable small parts that could be consumed and be a choking hazard. Not to mention idk how toxic the material is. Also wouldn't recommend for children who play very roughly with their toys. Parts will go missing easily and some of the parts are thin and feel like it wouldn't take very much to break them.

The Combiner mode is kinda pathetic so if you are getting the toy, get it for the cute robot dinosaurs and not for the robot they turn into.

[mandiffe]

probably ted lasso spoilers

I went through the TL season 3 playlist so you don't have to and made some notes! (I considered this playlist done but we'll see how this goes) hope you enjoy!

The song Superstar is from the rock opera Jesus Christ Superstar. It’s sung by Judas’ spirit who had committed suicide earlier. I don’t want to put a parallel between Ted and Jesus and Nate and Judas but it kinda lies on the surface? And lines Every time I look at you I don't understand    Why you let the things you did get so out of hand.    You'd have managed better if you'd had it planned.    Why'd you choose such a backward time in such a strange land? OH MY GOD

Three songs by Nigerian artists go in a row, so ep3 or 4 is probably about Sam and his restaurant or include this plotline in any way. Or we're getting another Nigerian player!

Everybody knows is an interesting choice because this song raises a lot of social and relationship problems. I think the most important is hypocrisy or, rather, knowing about issues and not doing anything to fix them, letting them be. Maybe it refers to everyone who is close to Ted and notices what’s happening with him but not paying proper attention.

Joker and The Thief is used in “The Hangover” which is referred in s2e11 when Beard calls Ted out for being too closed off.

I bet Fist Fight! is either about Jamie’s dad or Rupert being beaten up. Please.

Sinister Kid may be about Nate and him thinking that he was naturally-born evil and he can’t change it? But he’ll soon find out that it’s untrue. (And that's me, that's me    The boy with the broken halo    That's me, that's me    The devil won't let me be)

Something tells me that Don’t think twice, it’s all right is about Tedbecca. Also second Bob Dylan song per season, first one plays when Ted cleans up his flat. So it’s also can be about Michelle. (I ain't saying you treated me unkind    You could have done better, but I don't mind    And you just sorta wasted my precious time    But don't think twice it's all right) Upd: it occurred to me that it might be about Jamie or Keeley referring to each other.

Oh What A Performance! (I won an Oscar for playing a fool) and Quiet (Goodbye   Don't cry   You know why   And it'll be just as quiet when I leave   As it was when I first got here) give me an ache for some reason. Ep 6’s (apparently) gonna hurt.

But Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go straight after Nirvana’s song is suspicious. Hopefully it’s about Roykeeley who are back together.

CONGRATS GUYS HET WERD ZOMER, VENUS AND ZIJ GELOOFT IN MIJ ARE DUTCH SONGS AND IN THE PLAYLIST THEY’RE SOMEWHERE NEAR EP8 THEREFORE “WE’LL NEVER HAVE PARIS” IS MOST LIKELY THE NETHERLANDS EP!

Let’s talk about Boy by Book of Love!!! The song is said to be about woman who has feelings for a gay man. To me this song is also kind of trans-coded. AND Book of Love’s songwriter stated that this song “written about Boy Bar, which was a very exclusive gay club in the East Village.”.  (I want to be where the boys are    But I'm not allowed    I wait outside of the boy's bar    I wait for them to all come out)

I’m 99% sure that ep8 is THE episode.

It’s interesting that after Three Little Birds (Ajax anthem) comes The Angel (North London Forever) (song dedicated to Arsenal). Maybe we’ll see UEFA Champions League in some way or it’s just a coincidence and it’s just Richmond playing with Arsenal.

Dreams was used in the trailer of “Boys on The Side” where one of the main plotlines is unrequited love of a woman to a woman who has something with a man. But then both girls admit their love for each other (not necessarily romantic but still). Interesting, right? Might be another coincidence though.

Centerfield confuses me, song about baseball in a show about football? Is it irony or what.

Doomed speaks about the experience of aromantic people, the song is in the album “Aromanticism” and its writer explores corners of life without possibility of feeling romantic attraction. Are we getting an aromantic character??

Criminal feels like a Nate song, him feeling bad for mistakes and wanting to pay for his wrongdoings. (Heaven help me for the way I am    Save me from these evil deeds before I get them done    I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand    But I keep living this day like the next will never come)

And finally songs from “La Cage aux Folles”, a 1983 musical about gay couple, Georges, who’s an owner of a drag nightclub named “La Cage aux Folles”, and Albin, who’s a drag queen. Let’s add a little bit of a context. Georges and Albin’s son Jean-Michel is engaged to Anne whose parents are conservative and they don’t know yet that their daughter’s future-in-laws are a gay couple. Jean-Michel asks Georges to tell Albin to absent himself from his extravagant behavior and even invite Jean-Michel’s biological mother for a dinner instead of Albin so they can seem ‘normal’. Georges hadn’t had a chance to explain the situation to his spouse as Albin went performing to the club.

It’s the moment when La Cage aux Folles plays, the song describes the nightclub, its vulgarity and eccentricity, how it’s tolerant and welcoming to everyone (https://www.songlyrics.com/la-cage-aux-folles/la-cage-aux-folles-lyrics/ - here’s the lyrics if someone needs). I have no idea when this song might play in s3, especially when it comes to the end of it, honestly.  

So, Georges and Jean-Michel started redecorating their house to make it look less gay without Albin knowing. Albin accidentally notices the two, Georges has to explain and Albin performs I Am What I Am practically letting them know that he’s proud of being himself and won’t change for anyone.

As someone had mentioned before this song basically became a “gay anthem” and was widely recorded. It’s the finale number of the first act as it apparently will be the last song of the third season. Considering all of the above I doubt that they chose both of these songs by accident and put them in an exact same order as they are in the musical. Something’s coming.

We know that we’re getting Ted at the airport as the last scene of the season. He might be waiting for his mother or Michelle with Henry to arrive (or leave) but either way he’s not going to change for them and they’ll have to accept him the way he is. And yes, I believe it’ll be a message about queerness. There are too much signs (and songs) pointing at that.

Perhaps when Jason said “Maybe by May 31, once all 12 episodes of the season [have been released], they’re like, ‘Man, you know what, we get it, we’re fine. We don’t need anymore, we got it.’” he addressed conservative fans of the show (they form a great percentage of the audience, don’t forget) who wouldn’t want more of TL since it became ‘woke’.

That’s it, let me know your thoughts :)

[big-fongz]

//OUTER WILDS SPOILERS (please play this game for the love of god)

I was thinking about how the Nomai’s story plays out in the Outer Wilds and it made me appreciate the writing a bit more. They could’ve easily made their story a textbook “their hubris doomed them” plot, but they didn’t, because the Nomai didn’t have hubris, they were just curious, and there’s nothing wrong with curiosity.

The whole game the devs are driving home the notion that to figure out all the plot threads you need to get curious and explore, try dumb shit out, look for any solution you can come up with. The game appreciates curiosity and encourages it, and that’s shown with the story of the Nomai as well. They were never irreverent towards the solar system, they always took strides to protect the ecosystems and unique features of all the places they visited. They were obsessed with science but it wasn’t in a mad scientist destroy the environment way, they were obsessed with science because they loved the universe and wanted to keep finding out more about it.

With the Interloper they could’ve easily had it so when the Nomai landed they were like “zoo wee mama, high energy readings!! we need summa that, let’s crack this baby open!!” but they didn’t. The Nomai were never blinded by the pursuit of knowledge, they were intelligent straight to the end. They saw the ghost matter readings and knew it was a danger to them, but they were wiped out before they could warn the others. They never flew too close to the sun, the interloper did, and nothing could have changed that.

And isn’t that right in line with the main theme of acceptance and moving on? It’s such a good way to tie the story of the Nomai to the rest of the game’s themes as a whole. It has impeccable morals. It doesn’t say you get punished for thinking outside the box and looking to pursue knowledge all you can, it celebrates it. The Nomai despite being wiped out were still a major catalyst for the creation of the new universe. Their curiosity and intelligence ensured the cycle of life and death continued, and I think that was a beautiful choice the writers made.

Anyways apologies for this mini rant but I could talk about this game for days on end. Such beautiful and masterful writing.

[sleepyowlwrites]

FTWT CCCLXXIX

from many moons ago, thanks, Ghosty. @zmwrites

handle (youth story supplemental)

“It was bound to happen. My scarf, my hot cocoa, I guess it’ll be my heart that goes next. I’m doomed to be the victim of thievery.”

Nyks and Cal dropped their hands so they could glare at R instead.

Evie took another sip of the cocoa and said primly, “You wish.”

R opened his mouth and then paused. “Actually, I don’t think I do. I don’t think I could handle you barging in and messing up the place. Please don’t steal my heart, like, ever.”

Evie crossed her heart. “I promise.”

tonight (youth story d0)

“Do you guys want to come over for dinner? My mother isn’t home and I don’t want to be lonely.”

R let Nyks play with his fingers while he perched next to him on the arm of the chair. “You sure you want all of us coming over? Would you rather just steal Nyks so you can cuddle him to sleep tonight?”

Daniel nodded, not even trying to deny it. “Yeah, but Evie loves eating my food, and if Nyks comes over he’ll tell her about it, so before I hear any complaining about favoritism, I’m formally inviting you first.”

“I accept,” Nyks said happily.

next (youth story d1)

“You know I don’t prefer when you buy me clothes,” Mark said, moving on to the next box so he could judge the mentioned shirt on fair terms.

“But I also know that you’ll wear them anyway, and I can’t help it. Buying clothes for my friends is one of my love languages.”

Mark found the shirt and ran his fingers over the fabric. It was soft, and the print was subtle. But it was blue, and bright, and Mark was unaccustomed to wearing such shades. “This is a Nyks shirt.”

Daniel sighed. “Yeah. He picked it out.”

Oh. That was different then.

personal (youth story d0)

It didn’t help that the confession had been delivered in such a profoundly confusing way, at once arrogant and apologetic.

“I was just a person to you, I didn’t matter, and that stung, so I decided I despise you and you let me, but your cooperation in this feud is no excuse for my absolutely horrid behavior, using you as my personal punching bag, so for all of it, for every terrible insinuation and every fight, I am so sorry.”

And then R had fallen silent, his own hands stuck in his pockets and gaze occasionally flitting to the side, but expression resolute as he waiting patiently for Mark to form some kind of response. But Mark had nothing to say. Not because he wasn’t sorry himself, but because sheer amount of visceral, undisguised emotion radiating outward from R’s entire being was intimidating, horrifying. Mark had never wished to see R like this, open and hurting.

change (youth story supplemental)

His fingers rub at one of the buttons. Roland licks his thumb afterward. The lemonade was perfectly made, too. Callum has long since mastered the art of refreshing summer drinks, and his lemonade is no exception.

“Maybe I should keep this on and smell sweet all day.” He turns around in time for Callum to throw a damp towel at him. It lands neatly on his head. “Thanks?”

“For the stickiness,” his brother clarifies, his smile goofy and wide. “Just wipe your face and change your shirt. You can’t drink lemonade through your skin even if you try really hard.”

Roland scrubs at his chin. “How did you know that was what I was thinking?”

rise

call (continuing on from the above)

Callum places his hands on his hips, balanced on one leg with the lemonade spill beside him, soaking into another kitchen towel. “I know everything.”

“You’re a dirty sneak, Caldridge, get out of my head.”

“Call me by my proper name and I’ll consider it.”

Roland tosses the towel back and it lands in a heap with the others. “Your name is Cal,” he says, words floating softly in the air.

Cal continues smiling, brighter than the day outside. “And yours is R.”

proud (youth story supplemental)

Cal stood next to Nyks, less bundled and also less spellbound, but watching Nyks was almost as fun. Even if Cal was the youngest of the group, Nyks was still someone he could feel protective of and care for greatly. The absolute delight all over Nyks’ face was making Cal’s heart thump with proud, fond beats.

“You’re adorable.”

Nyks stopped gazing upward to glance at Cal, still delighted while also cutely confused. “You can’t say that, you’re the baby.”

“Do I not have eyes?” Cal shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned his face in closer. “I think I do. And I’m pretty sure they’re looking at an adorable Nyks right now.”

“Look,” Nyks said, getting a little disgruntled now.

“I am.” But Cal was smiling so sweetly that Nyks would’ve had to bite his tongue to make himself feel actual disappointment.

I behoove you to find answer, allow, admit, ache. BONUS: alleviate, askew. @cwritesfiction @the-orangeauthor @writing-with-melon @flock-from-the-void @emelkae OR ANYBODY (or nobody, if you don't feel like it)

[darkestspring]

[ yes, we’re going back and forth with this- ]

Daemon Targaryen was anything but compliant when it was time for him to leave. Whenever he was unwelcome, of course that was literally anytime he was around these gods forsaken Hightowers. He had to make sure to go undetected through these tunnels into his granddaughter’s nursery.

It was already past midnight and he finally found it. After passing so many tricky directions. He paused when he heard hushed whispers. His son and his two other children. “Come one, can we please hold her for a bit?” A little girl. “We won’t drop her.” A little boy.

“Maybe tomorrow, your sister was just really fussy earlier from the other grownups holding her.” Baelon says lovingly. “You placed her egg into the cradle already, Vis?”

“Yeah, we chose the purple one because of her pretty purple eyes.” Viselon says enthusiastically. “Wait, maybe we can take her on Carnifex sometime-“

“Okay, time to go for your own chambers and go to sleep.” Baelon’s lightly laughed and ushered them out of the nursery before glancing back at the cradle. “Sweet dreams, little dragon.” Then the door finally gently shut.

Once Daemon entered through the secret passageway. He walked towards the cradle and heard soft coos from inside. The nursery was filled with scattered gifts and the fireplace set to keep the infant warm.

“Princess Argella, isn’t it?” He asks softly as those amethyst eyes wondrously stared at his violet ones. “A storm lands name, of course, you look like a Rhaelle. Rhaelle Targaryen would’ve suited you for sure despite the dark hair.” He hummed.

“Come here, little dragonwhisperer.” Daemon carefully leaned down to pick up the newborn up as Argella’s eyes only widened. “The dragons sang all day, didn’t you know? The first dragonwhisperer of House Targaryen ever since the doom of Old Valyria.” Born to bring glory to our name…

“Perhaps I can bring you with me and properly raise you like I should’ve done with your father.” Yes, he can easily pass her as one of his to Rhaenyra and rename her- but his son would rather have all of their heads than let him near any of his children. Especially Argella.

It would be a biggest treason to take a newly born princess from her own cradle-

“What are you doing here?” A angry voice interrupted his thoughts. “You should know that you’ve overstayed your welcome.” Ser Criston Cole stood in the opened doorway with a couple guards behind him.

“Ah, Ser Crispin.” The Rogue Prince only smirked when the other man gritted his teeth. “I’m only here as a grandfather meeting his granddaughter, not your enemy today.” He rocked the newborn baby girl who only gurgles softly.

- 💜 Anon.

[I always get so excited about your asks fhhhdhgghf]

Oh shit. Is cristons first thought as he looked at Daemon targaryen holding the young princess.

Baelons going to go crazy when he returns. Is the second thought.

"Your own son doesn't want you around, why would you think he wants you around his daughter?" He knows the words hurt the prince from his clenched jaw.

"Put my daughter down." An angry voice hisses and the door slams shut. There stands Baelon, daemons son, seething with irritation.

He surges forward and gently snatches his daughter away, holding her close. "You were asked to leave by my wife, why linger? Don't tell me you wish to play happy family after abandoning me for my entire life."

A lone purple eyes stares daggers at its pair as argella babbles in her father's arms.

"Go home to your wife and children, father."

"Rhaenyra is your stepmother and my children are your siblings."

Baelon stares back impassively, still holding his daughter. " My only siblings are Baela and Rhaena. My only mothers are Rhea Royce,, Laena Velaryon, and Alicent Targaryen."

"Goodbye, Father."

[cupcakes-and-pain]

😱 Master Charles' painting!! While they may be looking on, horrified, Coco is overjoyed to have an audience! 😄

***

"Archa! Pitty!" Coco beams at the man who's name she cannot pronounce. She toddles to him hands outstretched to be picked up but he bristles at the sight. She doesn't notice the hand held out to block her from greeting the tall man until she bumps into it and falls back on her bottom with a soft bonk.

Ollie? Coco isn't hurt but she can see her friend looks upset! He has tears in his eyes and it's making her sad. His Poppa (?) is mad at him, maybe, she doesnt understand, and no one is picking her up off the floor.

"Archa, uppies?" She tries one more time to get either of the grownups attention before being ignored and desolving into tears. Trying to suck on her fingers to self soothe she finds them bitter tasting. All she wants is her Poppa now, she doesn't want to play with 'Archa'.

CW: discussion of death, fear of death, convinced they’re going to die

Ollie doesn’t realize his Master is there until Coco tries to get held by him. But when he sees, his legs nearly give out, his horror spread on his face. He can’t even get words out, his fear choking him up. Ollie can’t even breathe, staring up at his owner. The man who holds his life in his hands. Tears threaten to spill over and he. Can’t. Breathe.

Master doesn’t shove Coco away, he’s too perfect for that, but after rejection, she cries all the same. Ollie’s lungs are able to restart after Coco tries to stick her fingers in her mouth, and he tears his eyes away for one moment, just to try and wipe it out.

“Oh, no no no, sweetie-“

“What’s going on here? What- I-… Ollie.” Master snapped, his voice stern and strained. Ollie recoiled, face betraying all of his terror. He’s never heard his owner sound like this before. He’s never seen him look this way, either. Jaw set, frown deepening, eyes staring hole into his worthless slave.

His Master is angry. Really, truly angry.

Ollie is going to die.

Coco keeps crying for her father, but Ollie’s mind isn’t on that right now.

This is it. His master is upset with him. Furious, even! Ollie is bad, bad, bad badbadbadbad. he’s horrible and useless and so very bad.

“M-master- it didn’t- it- no, please- ah. Hngh, no, p-please, mercy!” Ollie fought to get any sound out at all. There was no word strong enough for his fear, nothing to describe how to crushed him and filled his bones with cruel ice. There was only the certainty that he was going to die, and the unsureness of how exactly he’d be killed.

He could be choked, drowned, beat, stabbed, burned, starved, electrocuted, buried alive, poisoned, frozen, or anything else. Or all of those at once, somehow.

He was doomed.

“-llie. Ollie. Listen to me, darling. Listen.”

Master was crouched down next to him. When Ollie Pet realized, he scrambled back. Horrible, disobedient, awful creature. He should stop this behavior and be willing and pliant as his owner killed him.

“My dear, deep breaths. That’s it, that’s it. Breathe in deeply, there we go.” Master said, smiling. Smiling?? Pet blinked, confused, while still gulping down calming air.

“That’s my boy, yes. You didn’t even need me to demonstrate deep breathing, good job. And now, my darling. My dearest.” Master hand approached slowly, and Pet allowed it to land on his cheek, cupping his face. “I will not kill you. That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it? Well, I’m sorry to say, but your mind is wrong. I will not kill you. I’m very upset, yes. I won’t lie to you. But I won’t kill you for this, okay? Let’s get that out of the way.”

“N-no, nngh. No k-kill?”

“No kill, my darling. My precious Ollie, I could never part with you. I certainly will not be taking your life. I’m… not pleased with the painting. But I want to understand. What happened?”

Pet bit his lip. Glancing over, Coco was still crying. He really should do something about that.

Master followed his eyes.

“Ah, yes. The perpetrator in question. She escaped under your nose, I assume?”

Ollie Pet? Ollie nodded sadly. Master just stared at the tiny human, his cross gaze silently judging the child.

“S-she, um.” Ollie glanced up to see Master’s face. He may not be killed for this, but surely he’d be hurt. Ollie didn’t want to make Master change his mind about the killing thing, so he had to be very good.

“She w-wandered away f-from me. I- well, I was making a s-s-snack for her, some fruit, and w-when I t-turned, she was… gone. Just gone. I s-s-searched everywhere, and then I found her… in here… The p-painting had already been ruined when I got here… I’m so sorry, Master.” Ollie looked at his owner, pleaded with Master to believe Ollie. “I’m so, so sorry.”

His Master had to believe him. He just had to.

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Poor Coco, getting ignored 🥺🥺 Man, such a shame her dad is gone right now. It would be so convenient if he forgot something or maybe his trip was super short 👀 super convenient if he could come in right now 👀👀 and see this 👀👀👀👀 🥺

[monochromefilms]

Two of us

man I really hate this.

tw: guns, blood, stalking, deaths, character death.

this is based on the Alice Killings. There is no Yuu so this may just be a twst au…

The two of us.

There were two of us. Riddle and…Riddle.

You were the Alice that lived, and yet? You don’t remember it all. A Diamond, a spades, a Clover, and the trump card.

You dress in your perfect dorm uniforms while I get lost in wonderland. You live on to study for your tests and grades while I haven’t even passed junior high. We are the same yet we both have different stories. I am to change that.

<3

The first Alice walked into the world called wonderland…

Cater doesn’t know where he is or what he is doing. He only holds a random stick he found to fight the thing off.

With bated breath he tries to run. The “people” keep on trying to grab onto him. Dragging him down to his doom. He fights them off the best he can. He can’t use his magic. He tries and it doesn’t work.

Then the Alice strays too far, Lost within the woods!

He hides in a shrouded area. Where trees lays. He feels eyes on him. He looks around with wide eyes. He tries to keep his guard up.

He hears a giggle…

He looks up….

A Diamond card is now placed on his strangled body…

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The second Alice was a fair and gentle gentleman.

Deuce felt tied up to a chair. Yet he can feel that there is nothing holding him down. He looks around yet everything seems blind.

“Hello! Who are you!” He screams as he hears footsteps, “Help me please! Let me out!”

As he sings people would gather ‘round.

Then, a bang echoed.

Shot him dead to the ground!

The spades card was placed in the middle of the young boy’s chest. Blood seeped through from the shots fired. [RIDDLE] could only smile.

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Trey was afraid. Was this where Cater and Deuce went? He sits in a never ending throne room. Dressed in an attire for the kings and princes of successful lands.

The crown rests upon his head. With shakes breaths he looks around cautiously. His glasses askew.

The room messed with his perception of vision more than him without his glasses. He tries to stand up yet it seems like he is glued to the seat.

Why does he feel so tired? Why does he… his looks as he skin wrinkle. It went from slowly at his tips to rapidly up his arm. He tries to yell out yet no one was there. He sees and feels his fingers disintegrating. He can’t do anything.

Once a lovely girl now she’s just an ugly corpse…

Riddle and Ace were afraid with how their friends seem to disappear. Yuu was locked in their own room from grief.

The two looked through the bodies in horror at each gruesome sight. All with a playing card being placed…

This was not an Unbirthday Party….

On the bright forest path, that’s where the forest parts.

The two students seem to be lost in the woods.Ace ran beforehand as he sees an opening. Riddle following after.

A tea party with blue roses, that’s where our journey starts.

The taller red head seems to stare in horror before looking at Riddle in anger. “You knew of this didn’t you?! You did this!” He yelled accusingly at his dorm leader.

Riddle looks at him with wide eyes before looking forward…

A tea party… all set up. The seats were full… except for two… The mangled and bloodied bodies of their friends, all sat in order. All seemed to be missing a part. The rest of the seats were filled with stuffed animals. The plates now… the cupcakes seem to be half eaten and full of poison or blood. The platter in the middle made a metallic scent with it being filled with human organs that laid down. A few teacups had a heart that has now stopped beating. And at the very end of the table…

There sat a red haired boy. A letter laid, hiding his face as the boy drank his tea. Riddle knows this boy… The boy sets down the teacup and places the letter down.

A letter from the queen it actually was. The trump card, THE ACE OF HEARTS!

The boy was Riddle. Or deemed to be Riddle.

The boy smiled.

The clever older Riddle, the younger stubborn Trappola.

Riddle widens his eyes in horror. He looks over at Ace who seemed to be quiet. Too quiet.

He screams and stumbles back in horror.

Ace was decaying before his own eyes. Ace stumbled towards his dorm leader in a panic before falling to the ground. With wide eyes, he dies.

None would ever wake up from the dream that they had planned. For ever, lost within the land called wonderland!

Extra: [Riddle] pats Yuu’s head. Yuu only looks down emotionless behind their bunny mask.

“You did a good job.” He says.

[sassylassy123]

The Sun And The Moon

Chapter 5 - Hastinapur

"Oh! So, she is the girl Karn couldn't stop talking about." said Dushasan.

"What?" Divyanshi exclaimed, her words were heard by the people passing and everyone was looking at her. Karn was seen red with the embarrassment. "I mean what do you mean, sir?"

"Sir?" asked Shakuni, "What does that mean?"

"It's a word from English Language." she explained, "I can speak many languages, please don't be surprised if I blabber in some foreign language."

"Ok, sir." Shakuni said.

'No! That's not how it works, idiot.'

"You said Angraj couldn't stop talking about her. What all things were you talking about her, Angraj?" asked Krishnn.

"Just the good things and how she stood up for me." Karn replied.

"We know her name but where does she belong to?" Duryodhan inquired, "Where are you from?" he asked Divyanshi.

"She is from the future." Krishnn said.

"I wasn't supposed to die but I did so I came here. It's complicated but I am going to stick with him." Divyanshi added.

"Future? Interesting!" Shakuni schemed plans to eliminate the Pandavs and now he had help, "She can stay with us."

"Of course! That's a great idea." Krishnn smiled.

"It is?" Divyanshi asked, they looked at her weirdly, "It is! It is! Indeed!" 'I am so doomed!' she thought.

Karn was a bit happy with the news of her staying with them for a while. In fact, he was beaming with so much joy that it was clearly showing on his face. After bidding goodbyes to King Drupad and Amruta, Divyanshi left Panchal with the Kauravs. There were no women on the trip and hence, there were no palanquin so Divyanshi had to accompany Karn on his chariot; he was happy with her decision.

Getting bored she decided to view the pictures of the swayamvar. She noticed the furious face of Duryodhan in the background and Dushasan stuffing all the sweets in his mouth trying not to be caught. Her eyes were searching for Karn and she saw him staring at someone, he was smiling. Doing all her calculations, she knew he was looking at her. She smiled to herself knowing she managed charm a person.

Karn's eyes fell on her phone, "What is that yantr?" he asked curiously.

"It's a phone. It has information in it and I call anyone anytime." she answered, she smiled looking at his confused face, "I can also capture moments like paintings but if I want those painting can move."

"People are advanced in the future." he commented.

"Well, not exactly. Technology is developed but us humans," she sighed, "we are 'shit'."

"What's that?" he asked.

"It's a bad word." she casually replied.

"Then why are you saying it?" he asked.

"Because it helps me express my emotions." she answered, "Oh! And this device can also allow me to listen to music."

"Play a song then." he requested.

"I have to decide. Let me see!" she scrolled through Spotify, "We can't play Taylor Swift because you won't understand her. Arijit Singh is nice, yes, him." She scrolled through his discography.

"Who's Arijit Singh?" asked Karn.

"Him?" she smiled to herself and sighed, "He is the best person I could ever think of. I love him so much."

"Right." he faintly said.

She noticed him, "Well, he is a singer."

"We should rest." Dushasan suggested.

"No, we have to travel more." Duryodhan denied.

"But I want to rest." Divyanshi whined silently.

"Yes, she's right." Karn agreed with her, "We-we should rest."

"Fine!" Duryodhan said.

Tents were set and everyone entered the respective tents and rested for hours. Dinner was being served and everyone came out of their tents, Divyanshi spent time on her phone and sat for dinner still looking at it.

"What is that in your hands?" asked Shakuni.

"It's a phone. I waste my time on it." she answered.

"So, how is future like? Do they still have kings and queens?" asked Dushasan.

"Only a few countries have the monarchy system but fighting for the properties is still a thing. My own father 'happily' gave half of his land to my uncle." she sighed at the last sentence and ate her food.

"Well, I can't relate more." Duryodhan lightly chuckled.

"You smile too? In future you are portrayed more- seriously." she was about to spoil the future.

"They know about me? I must have done something great, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, great!" she awkwardly smiling remembering his deeds.

"What about me?" asked Shakuni.

"Whenever there is a talk about uncles, we remember you." she partially lied, she didn't specify in a good way or a bad way.

"And do they know about me?" Karn asked.

"Everyone loves you." she said.

"And me?" Dushasan asked.

"No, we don't remember you much." she replied.

"Like nothing? Not even a bit?" he asked hopelessly.

"No, not even a bit. I know you because I have read the books and seen the shows but those who haven't, I doubt they remember you." she realised she sounded rude so she tried to act normal, "But there is one event you are known for."

"Oh! What's that?" he asked again, this time hopefully.

"I can't spoil it to you." she shrugged.

"Yeah, all the popularity goes to her lover boy." Dushasan muttered and ate his food, more like stuffed his mouth with food.

Rest over and they were back on the chariot. She slept through half the journey. When she woke up she saw the chariot being stopped and loud noise coming from a distance. She opened her eyes and saw the beauty of Hastinapur. It was a heavenly place and gasped looking at it.

"Damn! It is giving heaven." she mumbled to herself.

"You should pay a visit to Angdesh too." Karn said.

"I would love too." she smiled.

Everyone welcomed them to Hastinapur and they went to the palace. Divyanshi walked slowly observing the shops and the people there. A child handed her a flower, it was her favourite, Petunia Black Velvet.

"You like it?" Karn asked.

"I love them." she replied with enthusiasm. "They are my favourite. They were always around me since my childhood."

Karn's eyebrows furrowed at the statement. They finally reached the palace and were greeted by Gandhari, who was another beautiful woman Divyanshi met since the day before.

"Oh! I have two daughters now." she smiled not noticing tears in Divyanshi's eyes, she hugged her.

Entering the palace, Divyanshi had a strange feeling in heart. "You know they feeling you feel when someone genuinely hugs you, I felt that. It was weird." she said to Karn.

"Yes, that's kinship." he said.

"Oh! So, that's how it feels." she was weirded out.

She left him standing in the hall of the palace. He was wondering what had happen to him. What was the strange feeling he felt? He smiled at her leaving, this time he knew who he was smiling for; not some girl who warned him about the swayamvar but the girl who stood up for him when no else did, not even his best friend.

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