#let the ground shake

[uniasus]

Mmmm, yes, the Puzzleshipping Middlegame AU got away from me. Oneshot now on Ao3!

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“Don’t find me,” Yugi had commanded. And it was a command. Yami can look at the world, the math and angles, and plan to get the outcome he wants and win the game. But Yugi controls the rules, and if he says you can only hold three cards in your hand, not five, there’s nothing you can do to get around that.   

Yami will do anything Yugi asks, almost, but he’s incapable of refusing a command. If Yugi told Yami not to find him, even though Yami could, Yami wouldn’t. So he waits and he waits, watching his date of reunion bounce around. It moves up a week, then back three months. He wonders what causes it to leap ahead a year once. Is it the ache of loneliness in Yugi's chest, a mirror to Yami’s?  

Once, they shared a headspace. They looked through each other’s eyes. Across town, Yami used to close his eyes, slip into Yugi’s body, and every word he said aloud Yugi could hear with perfect ease. He’d loved looking through Yugi’s eyes – his excellent depth perception made it easy to calculate on the fly the space between a bed and a wall, a tree trunk and the sidewalk. And Yugi had loved looking at his, experiencing the world in color and asking Yami for the precise word that described the green of a leaf, the blue of the sky, or the various shades of bricks in a line of townhouses.  

One day, Yugi will find him. One day, Yugi will be alright with them being together again, will want to explore what they can do, who they can be. One day, and one day soon, Yugi will be here to hug and never let go, and Yami will feel whole again.

[vaggieslefteye]

HUSK, Hotel Bartender & Concierge | 1x04 - Masquerade

"Oh, I FORGOT — you're the wise-old bartender who's seen it all! Get the fuck over yourself and pour me a real drink."

[schemelin]

yeah i greatly enjoy working on versions of Springtrap where he is Not A Bad Guy but uhm. yeah the canon one. the canon one still makes me go CRAZY. ya heard CRAZY. LIKE YEAH I HATE HIM so much. BUT HEY. HEY ARE YOU LISTENING. H

[royalarchivist]

I won't be posting a clip of it, but for those who are keeping up with Arkanis, Araldo (the current villain in Arkanis) just seemingly destroyed Denix and Amora, the little green and purple ghosties.

(Timestamp: 5h 11m for Pac's stream)

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[visceralprayers]

" good shit, right? " josh crooned, lips curving as he nodded in encouragement, accent thicker than usual thanks to the intoxication, " don't worry, I'll take care of ye. " his lips curved up as he pressed his palm into the cool tile of the restroom wall. he probably shouldn't have been doing this, but he was just looking forward to the buzz that was about to hit.

[vigilskeep]

okay fascinating.

[silverskye13]

Well well well, if it isn't "I got two consecutive nights of 8+ hours of sleep so I'm having nightmares." We meet again, my old friend.

[rosettasgraveyard]

Looking at my notes i realized i have both made nightmare a cannibal and maybe a little too fucked up

[lilkittygirleee]

Guys, My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone is so Kusuo Saiki, Metori Saiko, and/orKokomi Teruhashi codded guys.

[uniasus]

*continues to ignore her WIPs for a weird AU, disrupting her ability to both write other stories AND finish the book the AU is based on* 😭😭😭

Anywho, I think this collection of one-shots gets a title now. It's Vessels.

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Yugi wakes as Atem pulls into a hotel. Yami is a warm blanket, a brand, on his right side. His arm is looped around Yugi’s waist, thumb in his belt loop, and Yugi wants him to tug him closer and close the distance. He wants Yami to let go and run run run. 

He watches Atem get out of the car and walk into the lobby to enquire about a room. It’s hard to believe that a week ago, he’d been ring shopping despite Atem’s continuous dodging of the marriage question.  

Now Yugi supposes he knows why.  

Atem hasn’t been with him because he loves him. Atem had agreed to that first date because being the other half of a couple was an easy way to keep an eye on Yugi, to stay close for when the order to kill him came.  

And come it did. 

Yugi doesn’t move his head, Yami’s is resting on it and Yugi can hear the little wheeze of his breath. It means Yugi has a good view of the parking lot lights reflecting off the gold ring on his right index finger.  

“Here,” Atem had said. “We don’t need to get married. I’m yours. And here’s the matching rings to prove it.” 

It’s not the same, it’s why six months later Yugi dreamt of a gazebo and a priest and cake, a ring on his ring finger.  

Yugi knows, now, that none of it was real. He still can’t bring himself to take the ring off. 

[idlenight]

"Hope. A stupid thing to have, but if he is right, maybe... just maybe. His fingers still tingle."

(HG epilogue, w/ a Step who met HG in person and dove into their mind to root around and find out about their resemblance)

I AM. SO NORMAL. ABOUT HOLLOW GROUND. I PROMISE.

[jrueships]

yes. often. i think diggs Every day of My Life (/neg) (/unfortunate) (/nonpos)

i-

[dont-play-with-me-choices]

Why is holding her a flirt option?!?!?

A bitch can't give a hug?!?!?!?!?!?

[drivemysoul]

i wanna send the great war to my fp so bad

[visceralprayers]

" asshole, " teddy hissed under his breath, shaking his head as his boss turned away and head back inside. it was bad enough that he was working the night shift on what was supposed to be his day off, but nothing he did was apparently good enough. he glanced up when the door to the shop opened, his brows jumping, " what's up? " he greeted, heading back behind the counter.