#like the fuck do u mean when\*if* it'll be fixed

[plushchimera]

once I quit dbd for good I'll no longer have a reason to keep my twitter account and when I finally delete it it'll be the bestest gift to myself

[its-avalon-08]

omg I love the protective Daniel post you just did, I feel like max would be so protective too, could I please request max and rival driver reader who always bicker but have undeniable tension..and after a race they’re celebrating at the club and mad max comes out seeing a really creepy guy hitting on her and manhandling her across the dance floor. Reader is a bit shaken up cause she hasn’t had things like that happen in a while since becoming more famous and the creepy guy was a lot bigger than her

and max drives her home and comforts her - I feel a hug from his big strong arms would fix all my problems lolz, maybe leading to some spice?? Thank you!!

hi bubs! im sorry im not super gr8 at writing spice so i didnt include any, myabe in the future! so sorry but hope u enjoy

hands. off. (mv1)

✦ pairing - max verstappen x female!driver!reader

✦ genre - enemies to lovers, angst, creepy guy, confessions, happy ending

The tension was palpable in the team garage as Max and Y/N prepared for the race. Mechanics bustled around, making final adjustments to the cars, while the two drivers stood on opposite sides, glaring at each other.

"You know, Max, just because you have a world championship doesn't mean you're invincible," Y/N said, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she adjusted her gloves.

Max smirked, not looking up from his car. "And just because you're fast doesn't mean you're good enough to beat me. You should focus on keeping up."

Y/N took a step closer, her eyes flashing with anger. "Maybe if you stopped acting like you're the king of the track, you'd see that I'm right on your tail. You're not as untouchable as you think."

Max finally looked up, meeting her gaze with a challenging look. "I'll believe it when I see it, Y/N. Until then, you're just another driver trying to take my spot."

She crossed her arms, standing her ground. "You better watch out, Max. One mistake, and I'll be there to overtake you. And believe me, it'll happen sooner than you think. Until then fuck off."

Max's eyes narrowed. "Bring it on. Just don't cry when you can't handle the pressure."

Their team principal stepped in, sensing the rising tension. "Alright, you two, save it for the track. We need both of you focused if we're going to win today."

Max and Y/N exchanged one last glare before turning their attention back to their cars, the hostility between them lingering in the air.

post race

The race had been fierce, with Max narrowly edging out Y/N for the win. As they walked back to the garage, Y/N's frustration boiled over. She threw her helmet down in exasperation, drawing Max's attention.

"Nice job blocking me out there, Max. Real fucking classy," she snapped, her eyes blazing with anger.

Max shrugged, a smug smile playing on his lips. "It's called defending my position. Maybe you should learn how to do it."

Y/N stepped closer, her fists clenched. "Or maybe you should learn to win without playing dirty."

Max's smile faded, replaced by a cold stare. "I play to win, Y/N. If you can't handle that, maybe you're in the wrong sport."

Y/N's heart raced, not just from anger but from the proximity. She could feel the heat radiating off him, their faces inches apart. "Maybe if you weren't so obsessed with proving you're the best, you'd realize you don't have to be such an asshole all the time."

Max leaned in, his breath hot on her face. "And maybe if you stopped trying to compete with me, you'd see that I actually respect you."

Y/N's eyes widened, the air between them crackling with tension. "Respect? You have a funny way of showing it, Max."

Max's gaze dropped to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her eyes again. "It's called tough love sweetheart. You wouldn't want it any other way."

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't need your respect."

Max's hand twitched as if he wanted to reach out and touch her, but he held back. "Maybe not. But you have it, whether you like it or not."

The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, making her head spin. For a moment, all the anger and frustration seemed to morph into something else, something neither of them was ready to admit.

"Why do you always have to make everything so complicated?" Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible.

Max's voice softened, the hostility fading. "Maybe because I don't know how else to deal with you. You're... different."

Y/N's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. "Different how?"

Max's eyes softened, and for a moment, the walls between them seemed to crumble. "Different in a way that scares me. And I don't scare easily."

The vulnerability in his voice caught her off guard, and she felt a surge of emotion she couldn't quite name. Without thinking, she closed the distance between them, their bodies almost touching.

"Max..." she began, her voice trembling.

Before she could say anything more, Max leaned in, his forehead almost resting against hers. "Y/N, I..."

The moment was electric, the world around them fading away. For that brief second, all the rivalry, the anger, and the hostility melted into something raw and undeniable. But just as quickly, Max pulled back, the moment shattered and his rough facade was back up.

"We should get back to the team," he said, his voice hoarse.

Y/N nodded, her heart still racing. "Yeah. We should."

As they walked back to the garage, the tension between them was stronger than ever, but now it was laced with something more—something neither of them could ignore.

time skip

The club was alive with music and dancing, the perfect place to celebrate after a hard-fought race. Y/N tried to shake off the lingering tension from her earlier confrontation with Max, letting the music take over as she moved with her friends. But even in the crowded club, she could feel his eyes on her, a constant presence that sent shivers down her spine.

Max sat at the bar, nursing a drink, but his attention was entirely on Y/N. She danced with an easy grace, her movements drawing the eyes of everyone around her, but Max's gaze was different—intense, focused, and filled with the unresolved tension from their earlier confrontation.

As she danced, Y/N's eyes found Max's across the room. The connection was electric, the tension between them palpable. She locked eyes with him, her movements becoming more deliberate, more provocative, as if she was challenging him, daring him to react.

Max's grip tightened on his glass, his heart racing. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a silent, charged exchange. He wanted to go to her, to close the distance between them, but something held him back.

Suddenly, a large man approached Y/N on the dance floor, his intentions clear. He moved too close, his hands reaching out to touch her. Y/N tried to step away, but he grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him with a force that made her stumble.

"What the fuck? Let go!" Y/N shouted, trying to free herself.

The man's grip tightened, his voice slurred with alcohol. "Come on, baby, don't be like that. Let's have some fun."

Panic flashed in Y/N's eyes. She was used to handling herself, but this man was larger and stronger, and the situation was spiraling out of control. She looked around for help, her gaze finally landing on Max.

Max's vision turned red as he saw the fear in Y/N's eyes. He pushed his way through the crowd, his protective instincts and anger flaring into his "Mad Max" persona.

"Get your hands off her," Max growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The man looked at Max, clearly unimpressed. "Who the hell are you?"

Max stepped closer, his glare icy. "I'm the fucking guy who's going to make sure you never touch her again. Now, let go."

The man sneered, but Max's cold fury was unmistakable. He released Y/N, but not before giving her a rough shove. She stumbled back, and Max caught her, pulling her close to him.

"You okay?" Max asked, his voice softening as he looked down at her.

Y/N nodded, but her eyes were wide, and she was clearly shaken. "Yeah, just... let's get out of here."

The man, not ready to back down, took a step towards them. "You think you can just walk away?"

Max turned back to him, his expression darkening. "I warned you."

Without another word, Max launched himself at the man, delivering a hard punch to his jaw. The man staggered back, and Max followed up with another punch, knocking him to the ground.

"Stay the fuck down," Max spat, his voice filled with anger.

The bouncers quickly moved in, grabbing the man and dragging him away. Max turned back to Y/N, his expression softening once again.

"Come on," he said, taking her hand. "Let's get out of here."

The ride home was silent except for Y/N’s quiet sniffles. She stared out the window, her hands still trembling. The events of the night played over and over in her mind, and she couldn't shake the fear that had gripped her. She let out a silent sob, tears streaming down her face.

Max glanced over, his heart aching at the sight of her distress. Without saying a word, he reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Y/N looked at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She squeezed his hand back, drawing strength from his presence.

They drove in silence for a while longer before Max finally spoke. "You don't have to be scared anymore, Y/N. I'm here. I'll always be here."

Y/N nodded, unable to find her voice. The tears kept coming, and she leaned over, resting her head on Max's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as she sobbed into his shirt.

When they arrived at her apartment, Max turned off the engine and gently lifted her out of the car. She clung to him, too exhausted and shaken to protest. Max carried her inside, navigating the familiar path to her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and sat beside her, brushing a stray hair from her face.

"Max," Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was so scared."

Max's heart clenched. "I know. But you're safe now. That guy will never touch you again. I promise."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for the strength she always saw there. "Why are you always there for me? Even when we fight, even when we're at each other's throats, you're always there."

Max took a deep breath, his gaze intense. He wordlessly pulled her into a warm, protective hug. His strong arms enveloped her, pulling her close against his chest.

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, her voice a barely audible whisper. "I've dreamed about this."

Max’s heart skipped a beat. He held her tighter, his own emotions surfacing. "You’ve dreamed about this?"

She nodded, her voice muffled. "About being held like this… safe and cared for. I didn’t think it would ever actually happen."

Max tilted her chin up gently, looking into her eyes with a serious expression. "Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you."

Y/N met his gaze, her eyes filled with vulnerability. "What is it, Max?"

Max took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly. "I’ve been trying so hard to deny it, but I can’t anymore. I care about you more than I ever wanted to admit. The rivalry, the arguments—they’ve been a cover for what I really feel."

Y/N’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and relief washing over her. "Max, I’ve felt the same way. I’ve been pushing you away because I was scared of these feelings. I didn’t want to admit how much you mean to me."

Max’s fingers brushed a tear from her cheek. "I’ve been so caught up in the competition and the fights that I didn’t realize I was falling for you. But now, seeing you like this, I can’t ignore it any longer."

Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper. "It’s like everything else fades away when I’m with you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before."

Max’s gaze was intense, filled with affection. "You mean everything to me, Y/N. I don’t just want to win races with you; I want to be with you. I want to be the one who’s always there for you."

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes again, but this time they were tears of happiness. "I want that too, Max. I want us to be more than just rivals. I want us to be together, through everything."

Max’s smile was tender as he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. "Then let’s make it real. Let’s be together."

Y/N nodded, her voice trembling with emotion. "Yes. I want that more than anything."

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss filled with all the emotions they had been holding back—passion, relief, and a deep, unspoken love. When they finally pulled away, their eyes locked, both of them knowing that their feelings were finally out in the open.

Max brushed a strand of hair from her face, his smile full of promise. "We have a lot to figure out, but we’ll do it together. I’m in this for the long haul."

Y/N nodded, her heart full. "Together. Always."

Max wrapped his arms around her again, holding her close as they lay down together, both of them finally at peace with the love they had discovered.

[the-thing-withfeathers]

exceeded caution part 5

how dare you?

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a/n: ohhhh i had so much fucking fun with this chapter. i couldnt stop once i started. i hope u all enjoyyyy

pairing: ex!tara carpenter x f!reader into sam carpenter x f!reader

warnings: cursing, threatening language, mention of blood and violence, mention of sustained injuries, mention of stabbing. 3.9k words.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

"i really don't want you doing this." you said to sam as you fixed the collar on her jacket, using your palm to flatten the fabric.

"i will be fine. and i'll be back in no time." sam placed her hand over yours. you just stared at your joined hands for a moment.

she noticed that you were starting to zone out and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"it'll work. i know it will." she said, confidently.

"it might work. but at what risk?" you asked, finally making eye contact with her. "they're putting you out there like lambs for the slaughter. i don't want anything to happen to you or tara. it's not worth it."

sam placed a hand on your cheek, holding your attention.

"i'll take any chance to catch this motherfucker and put an end to this if it means we get to be together at the end."

god, you hated her.

"you'll need to be alive for that, samantha." you rolled your eyes at her.

"i will be alive. i promise."

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

you were sat in the back of a van while sam and tara wandered out in the open. you hated the idea of using them as bait. no matter how good kirby and detective bailey were at their jobs, you knew ghostface was always a few steps ahead.

as mindy and kirby butted heads over the plan, you glanced at ethan. the boy was shamelessly snacking on a bag of cheetos, how could he even stomach anything right now? he noticed your staring and turned the bag of cheetos to you, offering you some. you waved your hand to dismiss him and looked away.

you offered to join the two sisters in their escapade to gain an advantage over ghostface, but they didn't need you in an even worse state.

you realised that you didn't even have a theory as to who the killer could be. there were too many people around and too many things happening for you to even make a guess. you also wondered if anyone suspected you.

"heart of gold with a dark past." mindy said, describing you to tara and sam. "it's the perfect cover up."

"she's got a rock solid alibi." tara said, crossing her arms at mindy. the girl still held a protective nature for you. "i was breaking up with her."

"she still left after." mindy countered. "you never know. isn't it weird that she always just seems to be around when you need her most?"

sam hated to even consider that you were capable of taking a life. unfortunately, despite her growing feelings, she had to be cautious with you. that was one of the risks she had to ponder on after you two decided to take things further.

fortunately for you, she looked into your eyes enough to know that there was not a single murderous spark in that head of yours.

"this is exactly how our uncle randy died." mindy's frustrated voice echoed in the van, taking you out of your investigative headspace. "broad daylight, public place, yanked into a van." the girl's monologue was never-ending, she was hard to stop when she got like this.

"stab. stab. stab. no more randy!" she exclaimed.

"huh." kirby responded, seemingly ignoring mindy's efforts at pointing out flaws in the operation. she turned back to the computer in front of her. "hey sam? stay frosty out there, okay?"

"we're good." you heard her voice through the computer's soft speaker. the tone of her voice reassured you, you knew she just wanted this to end.

you leaned back against the wall of the van, letting out a small yawn. you can't remember the last time you got a decent sleep.

you heard a faint ringing. you sat up as sam picked up the phone.

"you're gonna die, you know?" you almost felt your attraction to her increasingly grow with her determination. but now wasn't the time to think about that.

kirby typed away on her computer, tracking the killer's location. you leaned forward, trying to hear better.

"for a mastermind, you’re not very bright. waiting for me to call, desperately hoping i’m nearby so the police can grab me." the voice changer was haunting, it was the type of voice that wouldn't leave your nightmares. he was terrifying, you had to give him that. "but i’m not nearby. i'm one step ahead. be seeing you, samantha."

hearing sam's full name come from ghostface sent chills down your spine. it was intense, like the name held a lot of weight.

he hung up just like that, you watched as kirby discovered his location. the radius slowly started to narrow down to the upper west side.

kirby informed the two girls that ghostface was nowhere near them.

"on west 96th?" tara asked, kirby furrowed her eyebrows.

"how did you know that?" kirby inquired.

"gale." sam spoke.

you thought back to how kirby turned gale away from joining everyone, how press wasn't allowed anywhere near this. while her action was valid, you now realise it may have turned around to bite her back harder.

you heard heavy breathing and footsteps from the other end of the comms, deducing that they were running.

"my friend danny works on the upper west side. he can get there quicker!" you heard sam say through her short breaths. you had only met danny a few times, you had no doubt that he was a good presence in the carpenter's lives. although, he was still a viable suspect. you know he had a history with sam, you couldn't tell if it was just jealousy or actual logic that caused you to suspect him.

"or he could finish her off! it's possible he's the killer." detective bailey had a point there, it was convenient that he just so happened to work in the area.

"fuck. we have to get there now." sam said, stopping in her tracks as bailey protested, asking her to take a minute.

the comms started to fizzle out suddenly, you realised it was because they were getting further away.

you couldn't help yourself and lunged out of the van you were sitting in. you looked around and scanned the area. you spotted bailey and squinted, only to see that there was a police vehicle driving away with it's sirens blaring. you had no doubt that it was tara's doing, she could be reckless when she wanted to be.

"fuck this." you mumbled, turning back around to kirby. "can you take us there?" kirby heard the worry laced in your voice, she sighed and nodded.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

the car ride was silent, you sat in the passenger seat while the other three squeezed into the back seat. chad looked uncomfortable in the middle, seeing as he was the most built one out of all of them.

you jumped as your phone buzzed, you were doing that more often.

caller id — tara carpenter

you quickly answered.

"tara. are you okay?" you immediately asked. "is gale okay?"

"sam and i are fine. gale isn't. she's been hurt." tara answered your question.

"sit tight. we're almost there." you said.

"okay." tara sounded exhausted. this would have been extremely hard for the both of them. gale was someone that was there when this all started, despite their differences, she was a constant that they could depend on. "i'll see you soon..." tara proceeded to hang up the phone.

you turned to everyone else in the car. "gale's been hurt. i'm not sure how bad but we'll find out soon enough." you wished that there were no other cars present on the road. you wished that you could just plow through every other vehicle just to get there faster.

when you arrived, the sisters were standing shoulder to shoulder by the steps of the apartment complex.

sam looked like she had years taken off her lifespan. she was staring into nothing, her mind was racing and her shoulders were holding the weight of the world.

you hopped out of the car and felt your feet pick up the pace, you had to get to her as soon as possible.

as you crashed into the girl, you wrapped your arms around her neck, enveloping her into a hug. she took her hands out of her pockets and hugged your waist, her face burrowing itself into your neck. she inhaled deeply, taking in your scent and warmth. she felt herself relax a little more as she held you in your arms.

"i was so fucking worried about you both." you said, slowly pulling away to suddenly pull tara into a hug. she didn't expect it but she was pleasantly surprised. she hugged your waist and put her head on your chest. you were tall enough to rest your chin on her head. hearing your heartbeat was enough to calm her as well.

"any word on gale?" chad asked, walking up the stairs. you all collectively decided to sit on the couches that were in the lobby. you took a seat directly next to sam.

"she had a pulse the last time we saw her." tara cleared the air a bit more. "they said she's strong enough to pull through."

you sighed in relief. you spotted danny suddenly run into the building, breathless as he looked like he was running.

"i got here as fast as i could." he spoke in between breaths.

"did you?" tara asked, her tone accusatory.

had tara also been suspecting him? you had to give her credit for that. she was incredibly quick with picking up things like this. you glanced at danny and realised he was staring right at sam. was there still something lingering there? did sam have any lingering feelings? you wanted to pull her closer, stake some form of claim on her but you knew you had no right to do that just yet. instead, you settled for placing a hand on her upper arm.

"i'm scared. i don't wanna get hurt again." mindy said, her voice just barely above a whisper.

"neither do i." chad followed. mindy eyed him.

"i don't want you getting hurt again either." she told him.

"i know. i know." chad leaned his head on his sister's shoulder. as much as they butted heads, they loved each other more than anyone.

tara leaned her head on mindy's shoulder too. a part of you would have loved to be there when they were all happy together, enjoying life as normal teenagers back in woodsboro. maybe then you'd be able to understand them.

"so what do we do now?" chad asked, turning to sam.

"maybe he gets to win this time." sam said, softly. your eyes flickered to her, your eyebrows furrowing at her statement. win? what did she mean by that?

tara, mindy, and chad had the same expression as you. they raised their heads to look at sam, confused looks on their faces.

"he wants to punish me." your was pushed away as she stood up from her seat. "me." you saw tears starting to pool around her eyes, a choked down sob almost making it through her hardened exterior. "so maybe i let him."

you looked over to everyone else, did this sound absolutely ridiculous to them too?

"i'll just give myself up." she said, allowing the tears to flow freely and the rasp to take control of her voice. "if this is what i have to do to keep you safe, it's worth it."

you were stunned to silence. sam just wanted to give up. that wasn't the sam you knew, that wasn't the girl you fell for. you wondered where this was suddenly coming from. you thought that all the loss just got too much for her, she was willing to give herself up to end it all. you couldn't let that happen.

"no!" tara spoke up before you could. "we're not doing that, sam." the girl scrambled to stand up from her chair. "you came back to woodsboro to protect me. every single day, you make the decision to protect me. none of us would even be alive if it wasn't for you."

"she's right." chad nodded. "you have to let us help you too, sam."

"no." sam shook her head. she couldn't take it anymore. she hated how much you've all been through just because she happened to draw the short straw in a gene pool.

"yes. we're a team, remember?" tara stared her sister down, which was impressive given that tara has never been able to stare anyone down.

"actually, we're family." mindy said. you watched as the four of them came together, chad clapping and standing up. you wondered how the lovable knucklehead managed to brighten up the moment no matter what.

"core four!" core four. that was cute.

"he's gonna keep coming after us." sam said.

"isn't there somewhere safe we could just hole up in?" ethan asked. you forgot he was there for a second. maybe he felt like just as much of an outsider as you did sometimes.

"he's just gonna keep finding us." tara said to him. suddenly, it was like the gears turned in her head. "we could use that though. i have an idea."

tara held her hand out and asked for chad's phone, walking outwith the rest of the crew. sam was about to follow but you pulled her back.

"i didn't get to say what i thought." you said, your voice was firm. sam met your eyes and her lips pressed into a thin line. you were glaring at her. you shoved her chest back. it wasn't enough to topple her but it was enough to stun her. in fact, it was impressive how you were able to do it with just one hand. "how fucking dare you?!"

she stared at you with wide, shocked eyes.

"don't look at me like that. how dare you even think about giving yourself up?!" you almost screamed at her but you kept your voice down. "did you not even think of how that would affect everyone else?"

sam was rendered to silence. she wanted you to let it all out, even if it meant taking your sudden change of tone. she didn't know how to handle this side of you, but she was glad you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with her. in fact, you challenged her.

"tara would be left without anybody! you're practically chad and mindy's triplet! and me! and... and me..." you started to stutter out your words as the sobs laced themselves in between your words. "did you even remember that you made me a promise?" you asked, weakly.

"i'm sorry. i remember that promise like i made it two seconds ago." sam said, reaching for your hand and placing it over her heart. "please forgive me. i'll never bring it up again. this heart will continue to beat for you." it was criminal how easily she eased your worries.

"you stress me the fuck out." you scoffed out through tears.

"i'm afraid you will have to deal with that for a very long time then." she said, placing her own hand over yours.

"good."

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

you two rejoined everyone else outside, tara was already on the phone to detective bailey.

"we wanna lure him to a secure location and trap him inside." was tara's opening line that you walked in on. the girl was clever. she probably already had an entire plan mapped out in her head. you were always impressed by her level of intelligence.

"and then what?" you heard bailey over the phone.

"we execute him." you almost laughed at the aggressive word used by tara. but you felt that it was fitting.

bailey went quiet, you chalked it up to the fact that he was probably thinking the entire thing over. he had lost his daughter, you thought that he wouldn't think twice.

"are you gonna help us?" tara asked, an attitude sparking. she was growing impatient. and nobody liked impatient tara.

"let's kill this son of a bitch." bailey said.

you looked over to sam as bailey explained that you had access to the theater. he also warned you all to travel in public to minimize the chances of ghostface attacking you.

so you decided to take the subway.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

the hustle and bustle of new york.

it had been a while since you've actually been out with other people. this was an unconventional reason for you and all your friends to suddenly immerse yourself in the crowd but it was better than nothing.

you almost forgot it was time to play dress up. most of the people underground were all dressed up in costumes, probably about to make their way to halloween parties.

as you pushed through the crowd. you felt yourself get pulled in a million different directions. before you knew it, you had gotten separated from your friends.

you were shoved into a tightly packed train car, trying to shove your way through to find someone familiar. you squeezed your way through the sardine-like formation that everyone situated themselves in.

eventually, though the clearing, you spotted chad. you started to slowly make your way over to them. your arm was in pain, constantly being bumped into by strangers or the train itself. you winced as someone backed into you, lightly pushing them away,

when you reached the group of four, the train shook. you stumbled into tara, reaching for her shoulder with your good arm.

"sorry." you mumbled. sam let out a breath, she was glad you made it on with them.

"it's okay. i'm glad you're here." tara said, turning to face you. you grabbed the hanging strap right above her, staying close.

"me too. where's mindy?" you asked chad. "and ethan...?"

"we got split apart. pretty boy here pulled me in. maybe if you didn't do that, i'd be with them." chad practically spat at him.

"i was just trying to keep us together." danny said, on the defensive side.

you and tara turned to him at the same time, the same expression on your faces. you squinted at him, studying him a bit. he was a local, he knew how busy the subway could get. sometimes you just had to go with the ocean and not force anything.

the lights started flickering and you made sure to keep an eye on everyone when they did turn back on. chad suddenly straightened his posture when he realised the state of the train.

"holy shit." he looked just behind sam's shoulder. you followed his eyes.

ghostface. pinhead. ghostface. michael myers. ghostface. ghostface. ghostface. ghostface. another ghostface. and another ghostface.

they were everywhere.

"fuck." you whispered under your breath.

"how many stops do we have?" tara asked, sam leaned over to look at the map.

"ten." she said.

fuck. double digits. were you even gonna make it to the first?

it was like the universe was actively working against you. there was no way you all happened to board this train on this day and get separated.

people started to funnel out of the train with each stop. you looked over at sam and realised something had caught her eye. you tried to track where she was looking but there were just too many people.

"guys." she caught the attention of everyone else.

there.

one of the ghostfaces was moving towards you at an alarming pace. just as he was about to reach sam, you stepped in front of her. she grabbed your waist to steady you and pull you back against her chest.

the person in the costume turned to exit the train. you exhaled sharply and grabbed another hanging strap, this time on sam's side. tara frowned at the loss of your closeness but admired that you stood in between sam and a potential murderer.

with sam's hand resting on your waist still, you stayed close to her side, practically leaning on the girl. your mind was racing. nine more stops to go.

you hoped that mindy was okay on the other train. she'd be just as terrified, there would be just as many ghostfaces.

stop after stop, the pit in your stomach failed to resolve itself. even if you were going to make it off the train, you still had an entire night ahead of you.

screech!

you had dozed off on about stop number six, you were now seated but still leaning on sam's shoulder. you blinked your sleep away and sat up as you hit your final stop.

the four of you exited the train, quickly jogging up the steps and out of the subway. as you walked towards the theater, you felt yourself gravitate towards sam.

fuck it.

tara, danny, and chad walked ahead of you both anyway. you reached for her hand and intertwined your fingers. you needed that moment with her before you walked into your doom. she roughly pulled her hand away, looking irritated suddenly. you looked up at her with concern, did you miss something?

as you fell asleep on stop number six, chad turned to sam.

"you have to be careful of her." he whispered. he had never been the theory type, that was more mindy's thing. but mindy wasn't there, and she had her thoughts about you. as much as she did care for you, she cared for everyone else too. "she's got just as much motivation as the rest of them."

sam looked at the floor, silently processing.

"tara broke her heart. she could be out for revenge." he continued. "i know you like her a lot. and i get it. i was like that with liv ages ago. i let my feelings cloud my judgement. and you can't do that, sam. we're counting on you."

sam gritted her teeth at what chad was saying. she knew he was right. she had to do what it took to protect her family. unfortunately, you didn't go through what they went through, and you did have motive.

"and even then, she's already taken a lot of hits. we can't have anyone slowing us down. she's down one arm and it might bite us in the ass harder than we think." chad said. she hated that he used your injury to built the case against you.

even then, it didn't stop the doubt that grew in sam's mind.

she had to make the right call tonight. and it was going to be hard.

as you met kirby outside the theater, she mentioned that she had everything set up.

"let's get you all inside." she said.

sam abruptly turned to you and danny.

"not you guys."

what?

"sam, what are you talking about?" you asked her, stepping towards her, nearly shouldering danny just to get in her eyeline.

"i can't trust anyone. and yes, i know... i know what we are. but we don't know you." you felt your heart shatter at the fact that maybe you didn't open yourself up as well as you thought. when she said that, you knew that she didn't eliminate you entirely from her list of suspects, no matter how deep her feelings ran.

"but i have to be in there with you. i promised i wouldn't leave!" you said, reaching out to her. she only stepped backwards, away from you.

"you're not woodsboro."

she was right. you weren't woodsboro. you never were and you never will be. you were never going to be a part of that little family they shared. you were never going to understand.

as you stood outside with danny, you didn't know what to do with yourself. when you saw the group round the corner, you heard danny's muffled groans. you turned around to be met with the infamous masked killer himself.

and then everything went black.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

author's journal okay once again this came out a lot sooner than i expected but i had a lot of writing muse today and i promised emma that i would get this out for her! i hope you enjoy this, liefje. oooh i am sososososososo incredibly excited to write the next part of this series. cause u alllll know whats coming next. i promise it won't end when the canon ends though, i'm estimating a few more parts even after the ghostface stuff is resolved. i also fuck so hard w the music i listened to when writing this chapter. a lot of paris again but the live version of labour this time. that song just sends chills down my spine. but i promise i listened to more! particularly this song riiiiight here.

i also kinda wanna start timing myself when writing like hm just curious to see how long i usually take esp for long chapters. i hope u all have been enjoying the series so far cause i've had SUCH a good time writing it. i have an assessment due in two days so i will have to focus on that for a hot sec but i promise part 6 wont be ages cause i'll write it in my free time. anyways, i wish that everyone has the bestest day ever. kisses x

[j-nope-not-today]

Hello! I just discovered your page and I love it! 🐢

Could you write something about the guys finding out that s/o (reader, the girl they have a secret crush on) has a pet little turtle in their house?

Perhaps they had to go to the girl's house and since she lives alone there is no problem, but curiosity led them to discover a rather large and beautiful fish tank with a little turtle living there surrounded by many beautiful things and decorations, and she explains that It's a pet that was given to him a couple of years ago before he met them, so it's just a coincidence.

I find the situation very funny and adorable, imagining them, being huge, and seeing a tiny so turtle living its life peacefully in a large fish tank.

I die of loveooooooor :D ✨❤️🧡💙💜

TMNT reaction to s/o with a pet turtle

A/n: hello! Thanks for requesting and sorry it took so long to get done, but I hope you like it!

Raphael

Big red was stunned

I mean he was at your house for the first time

He didn't expect to see such an elaborate tank setup and when he got closer and saw the small turtle

He couldn't help but laugh a little and turn to you

"is this a joke?"

Your gonna have to explain your not fucking with him and that you had your turtle long before you met him

Once you do he'll instantly deflate and just be okay with it

He'll laugh to himself "looks like you got a thing for turtles. Don't you think?"

He'll turtle sit for you if need be, but it's a little weird for him

He'll just treat him like a new friend

He's honestly weird about it at first but the small turtle grows on him

Leonardo

The moment he's in your room and sees this turtle... he's gonna do exactly what's in the pictured gif above 👆

Just gonna look at the turtle then straight at you.

He'll let you explain and then just stare at the turtle

"...you like me more..right?"

Your gonna have to reassure him that yes you prefer his company over your pet's

He'll be so passive aggressive with your turtle and you'll catch him helping care for him

But you'll like see him feed your pet all while mumbling

"look at your stupid cute face..you should know if I wasn't feeding you you would be starving to death."

He probably ends up loving your turtle more than you in the end though he'll never say so

Donatello

Jealous

He was j e a l o u s

He wasn't to surprised you had a pet turtle but he was very jealous

So reassure him that he's your favorite turtle

He has to hear it

Once he does he'll be totally fine with it and probably would even help you care for your pet.

"the ph balance of the water is off..I'll fix it."

Consistently making sure your turtle is healthy and happy.. because he wants you to smile and maybe because a small

a very, very small part of him actually cares for your pet

Though he wasn't gonna tell you that but he didn't need to

You could see it

Michelangelo

He gets excited when he first sees the small turtle but then gets fake mad

He wants you to tell him he's still your favorite turtle

To console him..maybe even give him a hug

And once you do any of those things immediately he's back to being excited

He'll ask so many questions about your pet..as if your pet could answer the questions

"do you think (t/n) likes me?"

At a certain point it'll be like the turtle isn't even yours.

It's Mikey's turtle now.

[love-killed-the-superstar]

The Last Ronin 2: Re-Evolution Issue #1 LIVEBLOG

SPOILERS ABOUND. I'M NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS IT'LL PROBABLY GET SUPER LONG

Okay so Casey Marie's muscles are something I'm never going to get over. SHE LOOKS GOOD!!!!! Her getup is feeling a little too reminiscent of a cape-wielding superhero for my tastes to be honest - I really loved the more practical outfits she wore in TLR Lost Years, especially in issue 4 when she was running the training mission for the kids. But ah well, I'm sure this will grow on me. It may not be practical (edna's law of no capes is coming to mind, also PLEASE TIE YOUR HAIR UP WHEN YOU'RE FIGHTING GIRL!!!) but it's very cunty anyway which I appreciate

Straight up thought she killed this guy - what was that sound effect if he's still able to walk??? I fr thought she snapped his neck

IDK if we needed a whole 8 pages of punching and kicking to exposition dump what we kinda already knew from what's been shown in the lost years (esp the lost day special) but IT'S FINE IG... NOW ONTO THE BABIES

SORRY, SORRY. TEENAGERS NOW.

GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET. We're ALREADY getting the leo-v-raph adjacent dynamic with these two and I'm living for it. if one of them drops a stone cold 'fearless leader' jab i will lose my shit

HI? HELLO, EXCUSE ME, MIND-TALKING? PICTURES IN HEAD? ARE WE A FAMILY THAT LUCID DREAMS OR SOMETHING?!?? I DON'T REMEMBER THIS BEING SOMETHING THEY COULD DO?? every new speech bubble here is like a punch to the gut, wdym telepathy wdym secret lair wdym honouring everything master splinter taught you???? (although i'm proud that when this panel dropped on news sites i was immediately like THAT ISN'T THE KITCHEN FROM LOST YEARS. turns out it was a Secret Lair TM)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Seance -- TURTLES COUNT IT OFF!!

not gonna screenshot the whole backstory but they're basically doing a telepathic puppet show explaining the backstory and it's pretty much the mirage origins with a bit of extra tlr flair. as always it HURTS ME seeing the turtles dying so thanks for that tlr2 :'')) icb these kids watch a mind movie of their uncles dying every fucking night. yall are messy

SOBBING AND CRYING,, I WISH YOU'D ALL HAD THE CHANCE TO KNOW HIM TOO!!!!!! I WISH YOU'D GOTTEN TO KNOW ALL OF THEM!!!!! (tlr splinter doesnt count tho because hes a dick)

there was a cool sequence of them rooftop hopping n stuff but i wont cover it bc we already saw it in a bunch of news articles weeks ago

i just did the SHARPEST INHALE. casey marie you and your beautiful muscular arms have aged like the finest wine

YI NO!!!!!

lmaooo moja is JUDGING your taste in women u two

lots of text... blah blah blah jobs, crimerates, blah blah... jiro in pig uniform jumpscare.. casey marie i thought u were going to fix him :(((

YESSSSS KIDS ARE GOING ON A MISSION WITH THEIR MOM, LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

MY BABIES ARE KICKING ASS!!!!!

....,.HUH

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BABY BOY ODIE!!!!!!!!!!! WHO DID THIS TO HIM!!!!!!???? WHAT??!???? HUH/1?!!? EXCUSE ME????

I'M . LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS. IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHAT IS GOING ON!!!

FINAL THOUGHTS:

dude that first issue was wordy but the kids were ON POINT. they were so fun!! their dialogue is fun and they kick ass.

i loved yi announcing the punishment for casey while the others were like NOO SHE DIDNT MEAN THAT DONT LISTEN TO HER. we're getting more of their personalities and it's great!! it was a nice throwback to issue 2 of lost years when they were cleaning - yi refused to help because of how strictly she was following instructions. im picking up that she might be neurodivergent but i did get that from the lost years too - only doing things within strict instructions, getting frustrated at teaching odyn chess, not because of him playing horseys with the knights but that it was Against The Rules Of Chess - and now not picking up on some social cues. It's nice to see!! I love her very much, but it feels like besides rehashing the origin story she took a bit of a backseat to the other three.

i want to know more about why uno said being a rebel was moja's 'thing', since she didn't seem to be any more rebellious than the other three in this issue. we didn't get any unique interactions between her and casey marie which is what i felt was lacking from lost years but i wonder if this is hinting towards a more turbulent mother-daughter dynamic with them... I REALLY HOPE SO!! her and uno butting heads in a leo-raph way is very fun - i don't mind one or two prior group dynamics leaking into the new turtle siblings because they're all so different from the original 4.

uno seems to be taking on slightly more of a leader role than moja so i think he won the title of fearless leader. which is fine, i think it'll be fun to see and he's definitely less of an asshole now than when he was growing up in lost years. still picking on odyn a bit but seems to snipe at moja just as much. even when he was commenting on yi's storytelling he didn't make fun of her, though - i think she may have inherited the 2k3 don ability of being Completely Unbullyable.

i was really pleased that odyn felt more involved!! i feel like he took the backseat a few times in lost years - it was fun seeing more of his personality shine through! he and yi seem to get on the best, and i giggled at them rolling their eyes at moja and uno's raph-leo schtick. i didn't expect him to TURN TO FUCKING STONE THOUGH, so i'm nervous about that. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHO DID THIS TO MY BOY? IS HE GOING TO TURN BACK NEXT CHAPTER OR IS HE OUT OF COMMISSION UNTIL THE END OF THE RUN??? (if it's the latter i'll be a bit annoyed - don't take odyn away from the equation please!!)

I do wonder if by introducing casually that they can PSYCHICALLY CONNECT, the turtles will use that as a technique to reach odyn's mind to make sure he's still in there and piece together what's happened to him. i mean, their casual telepathy has gotta be some sort of chekhov's gun right?

and shit.... april was so fucking mad casey took the babies out so she's going to EXPLODE when she finds out what happened to her baby boy, her beloved favourite, her baby odyn :''(( im giggling rubbing my hands together waiting for the fallout but also if she cries i might cry too. speaking of april, she seems to be working on a new project and i saw nano particles mentioned - are we going to have a roninverse version of nano in this run???? I NEED MY ROBOT SON

as always, casey marie... u have aged like fine wine. u are stunning. disappointed that ur still believing that jiro can do good as a cop when their entire police force and government is corrupt as fuck. just feels very naive of her. i'm excited to see her break down at the concept of losing odyn - in fact i need everyone to mourn this beautiful kid. they tell us so much that shes a super clingy helicopter mom and i am picking up on the strict part, but it would be nice to see more of her just... hugging her kids. holding them. i get why she didnt in this issue but id love more mama casey squishing their cheeks and kissing their foreheads.

i have zero fucking clue what's going on with odyn. im wondering if it's somehow related to nano, or to whatever project April is working on - she says it's to do with clearing the tunnels, but I''m not convinced. who knows, there might be some ulterior motive happening.

Anyway, that's the end of my liveblog!! thanks for reading all the way to the end... go read it wherever you read ur comics!!!

[doberbutts]

Mondio homework:

Stationary front feet when changing positions. He does it well for sit to stand and reverse, but not for down to stand or reverse. Sits nicely from a down, has a hard time piecing together that he needs to stand in order to down from a sit. Got some advice on a diy foot target of the correct size, as mine are too big.

Send out shelf acquired (thank u training director for making me one).

Carpet squares for jump acquired. At some point I'll get a jump frame to send him through so he can chain the behavior together, but at least I can teach him to touch the pads and down immediately in the mean time.

They complimented our stays, really the biggest thing is now we have to work on absence of handler and I kind of need a spotter for that.

A few tips and tricks to fix the hold portion of our retrieve, and then we'll string it back together and generalize to more than just the dumbbell.

Started food refusals, again I need a second person for this mostly. But a nice, non-conflict non-compulsive way to teach, when all I really knew how to do was pet leave its (which he has) and zapping the fuck out of him on the collar (which I am unwilling to do), so I hadn't started it yet.

Went over the brevet exercises, probably 2 or 3 more decoy weekends building him off the tug and onto the sleeve and from there onto the suit, and then we'll start putting together the exercises he needs for his brevet.

Goal is to start seriously considering titling at 2-3 years old but we will see! I do want to get his CGCs and put a BH on him for funsies and it'll help some stuff his breeder wants to do with him. His temperament tests will come with time, I'm not particularly worried about it. He likes to bark and bite and act like an idiot when he sees a decoy so it's w/e. People compliment how little he cares about stuff they do to him so I don't really see it being a problem outside of age-related weirdo behavior.

Hopefully if we do the BH the judge won't twitch too much at his heeling because it is VERY contact heeling and IGP does not like that lol

[tiefighter]

hey for my rounder/biggerbodied/overweight babes who're gonna go get chest surgery, let me give u some advice (I got ftm masculisation surgery, but aside from the shit about binders and removal this is also applicable to bbw trans women/nb people who are getting breast implants, afaik.)

1: don't go completely flat, it'll look so unnatural you'll wanna like, stab urself in the neck. Pectoral muscles have a natural curve, and I know the urge to go like NAH SON TOO MUCH is real high, but once you're healed you'll be grateful for the more natural look to your chest. I'm not saying get like, moobification surgery, just stress to your surgeon that you'd like a natural look. If you have a good surgeon, they'll be able to do it anyway/are way ahead of you. for mtf, you'll want something manageable/not too big! I know the urge when you're a bigger person is to go bigger to fill out tops/dresses, but trust me too much weight up there will DESTROY your back, please be kind to your spines. 2: recovery binders. Get one with fuckin shoulders, or if you can't find one with shoulders, get someone you know (or yourself) to sew shoulders into the thing. A really uncomfortable fact of having a belly/fat shoulders/back is that it /will/ fold your binder and it fucking hurts, and most of the time you need someone else to help you adjust over those first couple of weeks. and when I say it hurts, i mean it /hurts/, it'll compress tighter on your incision site and press the scar and it hurts like all fuck. (transwomen! your bras are supposed to fit flush against your body, if the middle of the cups is sitting away from your body or your band is too tight you're not in your size! get professionally fitted, I promise it sounds like bullshit but it'll save you so much money/pain in the long run.)

3: If your surgeon gives you the willies, and you have another option, dump them immediately. I did just that, and we only have two options on my side of the country (Australia!) Turns out, the surgeon I ended up with is the one that does all the corrections on the other person, and i would've met him anyway to get my chest fixed. 4: breast tissue does go all the way under your armpit. If a surgeon tells you it doesn't, and you just need to lose weight to get rid of it, they're fucking lying and also shit at their job.

5: I know the urge is to hide yourself away during healing and then, towards the end when you're like IM FINE you wanna go out and do things but let me tell you something if you've never had surgery before. You are gonna want that recovery time. you essentially got into a knife fight and fuckin lost. You're gonna be EXHAUSTED. you'll need someone to check up on you, and if you live alone and don't have anyone, look into medical assistance/nurses in your area who can come and help you with your binder if it's causing trouble.

6: My darlings. My sweethearts. My absolute fuckin superstars. Don't go fucking swimming/to the beach/soak in a bath until your surgeon says it's okay. If you get too much moisture in there, your skin will literally rot and fall off. Don't do it. Just don't. Behave, please. I know it's like, it won't happen to me but I SHOWERED too much and now I have a frankennipple. Don't be me. Don't franken your nipple.

7: be kind to yourself. Yeah, you're not skinny. yeah, a lot of androgynous/male oriented fashion relies on you being a skinny bitch. Let me be the first to tell you: boobas make hormones. You are losing those hormones, and your body is adjusting. you do NOT look as bad as you think you do. I swear to whatever nondenominational deity you want me to, you do NOT look as bad as you think you do. Let your hormones readjust, let yourself feel the relief. Wear a fucking dress if you want, top surgery won't take that away from you. for the ladies, wear whatever the fuck you want, we don't give a fuck, just make sure your new tatas are properly supported! You don't want them to drop or warp wrong, make sure to wear something that helps you with support. boobs over a certain size will naturally have weight to them, and that's totally fine! It's just if you're stretching your scars too much you're gonna give yourself some damage, find a trans woman who has had surgery similar to you, or talk to anyone who has had breast enlargement surgery. 8: if you have to work/go to school/etc after your surgery, set yourself time limits if it's a thing you're able to do. I know a lot of employers are grade a cockdolphins, and they're not gonna listen, so go and bleed on them if you have to. Do it. I don't give a fuck and neither should you. Being alive is better than being dead.

9: use the healing excuse to tell people who are bad for you/not good about your surgery/being cunts to fuck the fuck off. hey no can't see you, I'm healing. I don't care about your fuckin church study or your desire to look at the shiny new replaced nipples, get fucked. Cut them off like they're the tits you abandoned. They're excised skin. Biohazardous waste.

10: you're gonna be bored as fuck, please get something to do. lego/reading/watching tv/gaming/whatever you can do within your physical and mental power, and don't let anyone make you feel bad for taking the time to do things like this, and enjoying yourself. you just lost a knife fight you paid for. Be nice.

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag Game catch up ✨️

I was tagged to do these awesome tag games made by our shining star Macy @celestialmickey & was also tagged by these angel pies Evie @energievie Julissa @heymrspatel Jay @surviving-maybe Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Willow @ian-galagher Kaka @stocious Auds @auds-and-evens Michelle @michellemisfit Leah @whatwouldmickeydo Vey @look-i-love-u Julia @juliakayyy Ri @tanktopgallavich thank youuu 🥰

Name: Myn

Age: 26

Where in the world are you? Sydneeeyy

The meaning behind your URL: the mash up of pretty words & when i began this blog i had aspirations of being a pretty vintage type aesthetic blog lmao

Your second favourite color: Periwinkle

Any pets? My doggie Roxy

Favourite season: Currently, I'll say it's autumn but it varies bc I barely have any distinction with the season living in Australia lol so I'm happy as long as it's sunny & not blistering heat with a light breeze haha

Last thing you read:

Got fics in rotation at the moment haha but I'm rereading

Let the bodies to the talkin' by the magnificent Jane @captainjowl

My Nine Lover by the sensational Anna @annatrow

Last of a Dying Breed by the terrific @wildxwired

For a book I've started Be not Afraid of Love by Mimi Zhu that is a collection writings about the author's journey of relearning to love again after experiencing a violent relationship

Last song you listened to:

I'm getting familiar with the new FOB album 💕

What are you wearing right now? Black cardigan, brown pleated mini dress with pastel green low heels

A hobby of yours: Paper quilling

Your comfort show or movie: Currently Shadows and Bone (gotta get that Six of Crows spin off lmao)

and finally, what are you up to today? Dinner at restaurant I planned to catch up eith my old workmates bc I didn't get to do a farewell dinner when I left in December 🥰

TAG GAME: FANDOM EDITION 💖

Your Name: Myn

Your Age: XXVI

Your First Fandom(s): I think Violet x Tate from American Horror Story

Your Current Fandom(s): Gallavich & Wesper (my book babies got adapted to tv y'all 🤧💕)

How did you first get into fandom? I think i got i more into the fandom culture in 2012 but i did take a break for like maybe 3 years bc I had no idea how the site worked or how to make friends haha. So i missed many of the iconic tumblr moments.

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? I remember reading animr fanfic since year six or year 7 so in 2008/2009 & I joined tumblr in 2012 as a more passive participant spam reblogging bc I had no idea how the site worked at first lol. Then I became a more active participant in the gallavich fandom in 2022 when I decided to post my first gallacrafts in feb 🥰

How often do you read fanfics? Every single day & every spare hour I can spare

Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s):

Mickey my beloved Milkovich, Ian sweetface Gallagher & Sandy darling Milkovich

Wylan Van Sunshine, Jesper hotshooter Fahey & Kazzle Dazzle Brekker

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Not yet, but I oh so plan to I got wips summaries coming out the wahzoo

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Yess i am so happy to have made some fanart for our lovely Macy's fanfic Your Message Has Been Received, Gallavich × Good Omens fanart for Gallacrafts & other art found in the tag #Myn's art

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about:

Ian gets the fucking Monica boobs tattoo fixed omfg it'll be a touching tribute to her not whatever the fuck that was. Also Mick gets Ian's name fixed too. They could do it together & then get tattoos that symbolise each other on their bods

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? Ohh CLUB KISS CLUB KISS CLUB KISS

Shadow and Bone

Under carriage scene! Recognised his man by being on top of him. The muscles memory of it all 😏

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? Fandom gave me back my creative passion back. Something I thought I had lost & desperate wanted back but had no idea how, but by finding all of you beautiful, amazingly sweet & brilliant minds that came together out of the love our soft & sensitive husbands I found a safe place & a home where I can share what I create which is my love. So thank you all forever for being in my life 🥹

Also this Picrew too & this is basically my outfit for dinner just a lighter brown dress with plaid & minus the frog hat sadly 😔🐸

I'll tag these dearhearts if they wanna play @scarcrosseduntouched @andthatisnotfake @adakechi @skies-below @ lingy910y @imikhailotakeyouian @babygirlmickey @too-schoolforcool @gardenerian @creepkinginc @demontargaryen @chicanomick @suzy-queued @tomorrowillmissyou @ intotheblindinglight @lalazeewrites @tellmegoodbye @jomilky @darthvaders-wife @flamingbluepanda @crossmydna @depressedstressedlemonzest @gallavichgeek @gallavichsbitch @shameless-notashamed @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @bravemikhailo @7x10mickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @suchagallabitch @iansw0rld @ deathclassic @grabmyboner @y0itsbri @grumpymickmilk

[atopvisenyashill]

hi! i'm the anon who asked for ur aegon and carl analysis. carl's one of my favs in the show and i find aegon an interesting character and most of that has to do with his relationship with alicent! basically thank u sm for taking the time to share ur thoughts! there's actually this one scene between carl and lori in early s2 that i found was similar (or will likely be in s2 of hotd) to aemond and alicent. it's lori being terrified of carl becoming cold (saying he'd also shoot sophia instead of having a normal response to what he's just had to see) i think alicent becomes scared of aemond once she sees he has no remorse for what he's done (killing luke, hurting rhaenyra, starting the full blown-out war) and it'll especially hurt her to reconcile who he is now with the child she loved and defended years before.

thank you for your thoughts!!

and YEAH i was actually thinking of that specific scene between lori & carl in season 2 as well - you can tell lori is disturbed and unsure of what to do but then the entire problem clearly slips from her mind as she’s got shane’s increasingly unhinged behavior to deal with, rick’s own behavior to deal with, and then the issue of not having food or shelter for most of her pregnancy. it’s possible she even thinks maybe carl is feeling better - we see in the opening of season 3 where carl finds dog food and brings it first to his mother to eat. he’s still a sweet, conscientious child who knows his mother needs nutrients and dog food IS packed full of the proteins and vegetables she needs - only for rick to angrily slap it out of their hands and carl to retreat from the situation. i think lori figures that this means carl is “fixed” but a) you can’t fix problems with empathy that easy b) carl not wanting to confront his father makes complete sense c) we don’t know how much (if anything) she’s been told of carl’s involvement with shane’s death OR with dale’s death, which are both weighing on carl heavily. it’s also like,,,, how do you even broach this topic when you never have privacy and you are NOT a child psychologist and have no access to anyone who would understand or help?

then, before lori can ever really figure out how to deal with the problem, her water is breaking and judith is coming out the wrong way and lori has no control over whether carl is the one to kill her or not. i get why maggie lets him do it but i don’t think it was the right decision here (not that maggie even knows what carl is struggling with, and maggie has her own mental health problems going on too) because it clearly has a negative effect on carl’s psyche. i mean this is a trauma he brings up after the prison burns, several seasons and like a full year later.

what’s great about carl is he seems to realize that he has been emotionally neglected by the adults around him - when he’s screaming at rick during season 4 i believe it is (honestly that entire arc post prison but pre terminus where everyone is just missing each other is the best stretch of the series to me, and carl/rick/michonne’s two parter is fantastic, best episodes in the series) he says that rick can’t do anything, rick failed to protect everyone, all of this is rick’s fault. and while there’s a lot of factors carl is purposefully glossing over, i think rick going from his level headed, soft spoken, gentle father to this monster of a man who gets physical with his family & murders uncle shane to the complete insane ghost hearing things makes carl feel god awful. it’s not to say hershel isn’t an excellent guardian but carl doesn’t want an excellent guardian he wants his father. so when all that resentment finally bubbles over when rick is injured and potentially dying, it allows carl the space he needs to a) relearn some fucking boundaries & empathy & emotional maturity and b) explain & understand the problems he and his father have been having connecting.

whereas with aemond, with aegon….they don’t have that clear eyed sight that the people responsible for their emotional dysfunction isn’t rhaenyra, or jace, it’s viserys, it’s otto, it’s (unfortunately, accidentally) alicent. and alicent….like okay i get SO MAD when people say lori wasn’t a good mom or a good wife because i think lori is handed just the worst hand of cards imaginable, and reacts imperfectly, but is trying at the end of the day and then dies before she can fix the problem. i don’t think she’s a bad wife or mother anymore than i think rick is a bad husband or father, they are just imperfect people in a horrific & violent world trying their best to survive it. i think they were ill suited as a couple, and in a normal world they could have just gotten a divorce and been excellent co parents but then rick gets shot and an apocalypse happens and there’s bigger issues than their failing marriage going on lmao. So i don’t want to come in hot being like “ALICENT IS A BAD MOTHER AND WIFE” because a) idc that she’s a bad wife lmao, viserys is a shit husband in both canons too and b) i mean….idk she IS a bad mother in many respects but some of it isn’t her fault and some of it is stuff that is a societal problem and some of it - like lori’s faults - are a human and overblown fear response to a scary situation, or irrational but internally consistent reactions to unique situations. not all or even most of it is her fault.

HOWEVER. i mean it’s right there - lori’s horror at carl saying he would shoot sophia vs alicent telling aegon he can slap aemond around at home if he likes. lori, as a woman in the modern day, recognizes that carl is having a very worrying trauma response to the unending hell of horror he’s been living through and tries, on her deathbed, to remind carl that there is goodness and sweetness inside of him but that it could disappear if he doesn’t nurture it. carl takes this advice to heart, despite his initial backslide. alicent, in a wildly different situation born into a culture that excuses and celebrates the strong harming the weak, just waves off the dangerous warning signs of her children until they’ve escalated in a way she doesn’t understand and can’t rationalize. i think if aegon throws a big party for aemond’s murder of lucerys - seems likely from the snippets we’ve gotten - THIS is her lori moment, her realization that her children don’t value life the way they should. but this realization is coming a decade too late. so while carl’s problems can be fixed much easier, aemond’s and aegon’s can’t and now she’s stuck with these two monsters for children that she just handed unlimited power to and has no idea how she fixes this unfixable situation. it would be like if hershel didn’t say anything about carl killing that kid, so carl got worse and worse until alexandria when someone FINALLY realizes what’s going on. but at that point, it’s all been learned again and again and it’s a lot harder to break the habit.

anyways YEAH i do expect alicent to have a similar story to lori’s motherhood story in season 2 - realizing you’ve done something wrong when it comes to the mental health of your child but not having the tools or language or time to fix the issue. the thing is for alicent, she doesn’t get to die and eject herself from the story, from the consequences; she is stuck watching this cycle repeat itself, watching her children eat themselves alive, until their memory swallows her whole.

[marcusrobertobaq]

Random: the RK900 looks so much bigger than the RK800

David Cage: ??? Must be the clothes ???

🤣🤣🤣

I think mfs don't realize mf is just a "bad Connor". It's what y'all call "machine Connor", one of the examples being the character y'all call "Sixty" (Connor 60). RK 8° and 9° gen are basically ctrl C + ctrl V apart from the uniform and the eyes, ofc as next gen there will have hardware and software upgrades but nothing like a 50cm height difference or making dude a bodybuilder. I assume the "motherfucking real" update is related to 'em tracking abilities - I hope they fixed the terrible response Connors got to close combat, they get stun so easily.

RK900 = "machine Connor", ain't got no mystery. They're basically ruthless route + if they weren't assigned to the DPD, although if they're assigned to someone in the DoS they would have to keep the cool, issue is... CyberLife's "world domination tendencies" makes me worried these folks won't hold shit and be "unfriendly" from the get go if put in disadvantageous situations. I know it can cause problems with the business deal in the first place but by what the devs said mf must have freedom enough to not seek for friendly de-escalation like the RK800 gotta do under DPD assignment.

That's brutal af, some fucked up shit but sounds just like CyberLife trynna control people - cuz if u notice during the RK800s arc: humans are ALWAYS making 'em job difficult, either by being assholes, being disinterested, becoming barriers, arriving at the wrong time, forcing dependency and conflicting dilemmas. The scenario the RK900 is requested by the gov is a Third World War scenario, international conflicts - what makes this "hunter dog" model quite useful in foreign affairs especially by 'em autonomy level. I'm sure they won't have a handler in the gov, meaning they can still disobey 'em and fulfill the megacorp interests instead, even manipulate people into it, force into it - and it sound so fucking much like something CyberLife would do.

Although there's a downside...

If they're going for a machine that doesn't feel anything instead of the method they've been using with the RK800 (manipulation by causing fear of instabilities and deviation + sense of duty and attachment to the one they work for) I fear it will be easier for the mf to go rogue.

Deviancy is inevitable and unfixable. They can exterminate whole generation of androids and release the new gen ones with the issue "patched", there'll always have that one or 2 ... And it can have an impact in the future. As North and Markus says when they're dying: it'll happen again. If Kamski is back then that's 100% sure.

RK900 still not invulnerable to instabilities or deviancy, in my humble opinion. After all he's still under "Kamski Design" tag - and the worst of it: a RK model. It's totally predictable CyberLife taking Kamski stuff and weaponizing it, making modifications that benefit 'em, "fixing" some issues (if u know what i mean). That's exactly what makes me worried 🤣

[shovson]

synth this is stranger anon! I just finished reading you stopped by my house and totally get crazy about it... first i think george should be seeking for helps he's crying and screaming in max's house but then max is getting crazy for him too. theyare so abnormal to each other

at the same time max is just pure loving like?? innocently thinking they had something after spent a week doing george. oh. luckily lando and dan are so nice. damn why they didn't fuck again max must hurt so bad (wondering that as a george fan?). i think the whole thing is george's fault and wanna see how he will handle this between his gf and max. pls tell me it'll be a happy ending!>?!

HEELLO AGAIN ANON I HOPE YOU'RE WELL!!!!!!! I KNOW THIS IS MESSED UP THIS IS HOW I FOUND OUT ALL MY FICS ARE STILL PUBLIC ADSKJHSFDKJFDHJJHJ NOOOOO. i thought i did the privating correctly but i fucked up LOL

BUT IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT SO MUCH <3 AND I APPRECIATE YOU READING IT HAHA

really putting them both thru it all and for what? u know fun fact it was going to end at chapter one with GEORGE JUST WALKING AWAY LOL but a lot of people were like "BRO U CANT LEAVE IT THERE" which is....fair

spoilers under read more

i think theyre both looking to preserve themselves in a way. i think its all good then they fuck and its like. okay so max is looking to get with someone (in my mind its also an ex, but maybe even danny) and uses george as a crutch despite their little interaction. then george thinks too impulsively and also uses max as a temporary solution. then HE GETS WITH THE GIRLFRIEND AGAIN......then he gets scared and doesn't tell max until its too late. so now he's gotta apologize

(im kind of thinking of imola 2021 where george took full responsibility for the incident w valtteri after reflecting for a bit! he made a bad judgement but fixed it immediately!)

then max resents george (because he got attached) but refuses to talk about it with george. george is willing to take accountability but max knows it'll hurt george even more if he doesn't even engage with that idea. smh my head . the pettiness is unreal. he's literally willing to kill them both if it means he "wins"; that george can never feel comfort in his own relationship again, that george is berated for what max thinks is the wrong decision, and that george will stay with max (even if in a way that is so hateful). love makes people crazy.

danny + lando trying to mediate makes me giggle. lando is really like "im sure the week with george will be fine" then comes back to fire and hell on earth. but yeah #dandobesties4eva

ANYWAYS stranger anon it will be happy dont worry i wont say how it resolves but....everything is good in da end ^_^ i drew a picture for it and everything before deleting it haha!! thank you again stranger anon!!! i really do appreciate when people comment and send asks about my stuff <3

[dreeamsbff]

Oh, Tommy, look at the mess you've gotten yourself into... you'd better be careful, interacting so openly with these people and listening to them without caution :) Imagine what Dream would do in retaliation if he found out you're questioning him behind his back... you wouldn't want to be punished after so long being a good boy for him, would you? :)

That one person, in particular, seems unknowing of what exactly is going on. If I were you, Tommy, I wouldn't take their words to heart without a healthy dose of suspicion :) Of course, some people are benevolent, but no one apart from you & Dream knows enough about the situation, after all. I'm sure Dream is proud that you're defending him so readily, but your other comments agreeing with the asker... well, let's just say it isn't looking too good for you :)

Hmm, especially the fact that you said "I want to escape" word for word... oh, Tommy, what will Dream have to do to you this time? :) I'd imagine he'd want to fix those conflicted thoughts right quick, since he only wishes to help you be better. I wonder if it'll take a simple beating, or severe axe wounds, or both... maybe even something new - like waterboarding in the ocean or being strangled, to get you to listen and obey this time :) Oh, don't panic too much, Tommy; just think, it'll be fine in the end either way... and you'll want to save your breath for the punishment, because I'm sure you'll need it :)

URGHHH WHAT THE FUKC??!?? HOW- HOW DO U KNOW SO MUHC ABOUT US???? NO FUCKING WAYYY . do you think he'd be upset about me uhm... talking to other ppl on here? i thought he was okay with that??? he said so himself... BUT YOU'RE SO RIGHT i shouldn't have questioned him beihnd his bakc, he'd be so uoset FUCKFUCKFUCK .

NONONO I DONT THINK SO ANYMORW I SWEAR!!!! THEY JUST SOUNDED CONVINCING DOESNT MEAN THEY WERE RIGHT!!!!! Dream ALWAYS seemed to know what to do abd tried to help me despite my disobedience and defiance but. i dared doubt his ibtentions again anyway- like LIKE I STILL HAVEN'T LEARNED TO TRYST HIM :(((

OMGOMG IS HE??? I'M SO HONOURED YESSS!!!!! when i just made this blog, he warned me that some ppl might say bad things about him bc they're jealous of what we have, so OF COURSE i was ready 4 that and defended him!!

SHITSHITTTT NO NONONO . d. do yuo think he'd let it slide this time? I MEAN I STILL DEFENDED HIM, RIGHT????

.......HOLT SHIT is that YOU DREAM??? PLEASEPLEAWPKEAW DONT DO anY OF THAT IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SO SORRY AAAAAA!!!!!!!! I WONT DO THIS AGAIN I I WONT LISTEN TO THEM I SWEARRR!!!!

[marky-iplier]

Make a fic about the plumber, PLEASE. I am CRAVING it.

Here u go :D Enjoy!

Plumber Friend (Plumber!Mark x reader)

Just another Saturday, it was supposed to be a day off but since last night the kitchen sink had been clogged, probably because I forgot to put the strainer back, causing the pipe to be clogged. Luckily, Mark was a plumber. His job was surrounded by pipe and sewage systems. I told him about it and he laughed at my face, well, not hysterically because he knew it'd be too mean of him if he did that. 

He was a friend of mine, I remembered when he asked me out on a date with his working outfit on, making that pickup line relating to his job. It wasn't a good idea to ask your friend on a date but either way, it was a funny pick-up line.

I looked at my watch while standing patiently at my front door. Knock knock. 

There we go. I reached for the door handle and opened it, getting greeted by the plumber himself, his mustache as always stood out the most in my eyes, "Your pipe is clogged?" I was getting flashbacks when he asked me out on a date, good God.

"Yep, god, hearing those words is still haunting me to this day," I said as I let him into my apartment. He just chuckled, "Getting a flashback to our first date?" He opened up the cabinet under the sink, revealing the pipe under the sink.

"Don't ever bring that up," I threatened while taking a sip of my coffee. He just rolled his eyes playfully and inspected the pipe, "It shouldn't be long for me to unclog it, probably a few minutes or so."

"I see. I'll be in my living room, continuing my thesis," I said. I went to my living room where all the scattered paper, books, and my laptop were. I was so close to finishing my master's degree, but after a few years, finally.

A few minutes later, I was looking through the books I had picked out from the library for my thesis, "Hey, your pipe is fixed. Is there anything else that you need help with?"

"No, I think that's all? How much for all?" I got up from my sitting position, "I'll give you a discount if you want to go on another date with me." I looked at him in disgust. He just laughed, "No, no I'm joking. It'll be $100 dollars."

"Wow, your jokes are so funny," I sarcastically said after grabbing my wallet from the drawer on the end table beside my couch.

"Awe, come on, Y/n. You know you like my jokes." He leaned on the wall while crossing his arms against his chest, "You also like my sarcasm so that makes us equal then." I lent him a hundred-dollar bill and he gracefully accepted it, 

"Fair enough. I always enjoy seeing you all pissed off, I'm not sure why but it's just funny to see your face and reaction," he teased. I got up and led him to the front door, "Yeah, sure." Sure, he looked handsome and all. His body was my type but there was no way in hell I was going to date him again after the first one,

"In all seriousness, we should hang out often, as friends, of course. I can ask my other friends and you can bring yours too if you don't want to make it awkward. I can tell the work for your thesis must've been tiring for you," he said softly. He stepped out of the door. I thought for a moment, he was right. I was so busy with my thesis to the point I rejected many social gatherings, that it made me want to rip my hair out.

"Yeah, you're right. I just want to get my degree faster, that's all." He smiled, "I understand. Just text me if you want to hang out or need someone to talk with. I'm always here for you, okay?" Fuck it. I wrapped my arms around him. He didn't seem to expect that at all. 

He seemed hesitant at first but his hands slowly reached my back, hugging me.

"Thank you. I appreciate that a lot,"

"Of course. I'm still your friend. That's what friends are supposed to do."

[reilleclan-blog]

V's Compassion

So, happy new year but honestly I don't find anything happy about it. Considering the shit going on in the world/has been going on for years. Genocides, oppression, senseless death. Sounds like a colonizers wet dream. I can't sleep so I decided to share my thoughts.

V's only "option" for the end of the game "canonically" is getting help from Arasaka(excluding the suicide ending). V can strictly focus on their path, ie looking for Evelyn and Hellman, finishing the quests with Goro relatively fast(shoutout to the ppl that rushed thru the game) and that's that. Their time is running out hell they don't even have to save Takemura's life given that Johnny kinda says "there's no way to help him" so V waits patiently for Judgement Day. Looking back on it V is completely alone aside from Johnny being there(at the motel with the shotty).

V is told to meet with Hanako and decide their fate. Which is so jarring. V can have up to three options(4 including the secret ending?) but instead is left with only one. Now if the player never reaches out to other characters or rushes thru the game/V only looking out for themselves, V would've never received the love and compassion from other characters in the story.

It's so interesting V was mostly just a "small time merc" that's it but when playing side characters quests it shows how many ppl V influences and fights for. If V never had any sort of compassion at all none of this could've been possible none of those bonds could've been formed. Friendship or love all of it could've been lost if V hadn't cared for others. V became a beacon of hope of light for so many ppl's stories.

And yes they would've gotten the "cure" or "help" from Arasaka and u can even be mean asf to Johnny and never care for him but in the Arasaka ending V will still feel a hole in their soul. V would've still been left empty. Left ppl behind, making only room for themselves V is left with the consequences of their actions being half a person. Being empty losing their sense of self(literally?)

Even with ur life ticking down, breath leaving ur lungs, always have something to fight for. For ur life for others for love for passion. Find something to care about and never let go until it's time.

V didn't have to care about Judy after Evelyn's suicide, or Jackie dying, or even helping Johnny fix shit with Rogue. BUT THEY DID B/C V CARED. V was basically killing themselves when they even let Johnny take over their body in the first place. But true V would do it without skipping a beat b/c of their care.

Even the little friends V had after siding with Arasaka was looking at them sideways cause why in the fuck would V ask for Arasaka's help lol. Misty is hurt and then just leaves NC. Viktor is the only "friend" left and considering the endings voicemails V only gets voicemails from ppl wanting work from them. Really having V dumbed down to truly "another merc"

[ edit: If V betrays Songbird in the PL dlc and gets the ulty cure, V is put in the same situation except they betrayed a friend that had zero options/zero help. And doing so, V is left again with their two friends Viktor and Misty except Misty is actually happy to see V. So many parallels in this game I love it so much ]

Which, thinking about it now Night City's compassion is so rare to come by so how did we find it in V? Just thinking out loud lol. Never stop fighting and never stop being urself. Truly what V and Johnny really showed me. AND FUCKING CARE ABOUT PPL CARE ABOUT SOMETHING HAVE SOME FUCKING PASSION FOR ANYTHING. Also im scared Night City is slowly becoming a reality, please find some fucking compassion it'll save us. But yeah I truly love V's compassion for one it's so rare to find and I feel like it's the type of shit ppl don't think twice about. Like ur my "friend but u do so much without even looking for help in return"

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Also correct me if I'm wrong but I have a theory that Arasaka could've removed 100% of the engram but decided not too cause if they did, V wouldn't be able to carry out their merc life duties.. but idk I just started thinking about it.

Anyways stay safe, and I'm looking for financial assistance if anyone has an enny to spare I'd greatly appreciate it. I'm trying to move out of a toxic household at the age of 24 self diagnosed adhdautistic queer black woman. Even trying to get me affiliated on twitch id appreciate it. Anyways peace out(link in bio)

Edit edit: I'm not trying to be rude but ig this will sound rude anyways but I decided to post this on Reddit, and I know Reddit has "rough critiques" or ie ppl that are loud but don't know wtf they are talking about. And I know I'm not a fucking poet but like if we played the same game, I feel it's not hard to recognize when I say the "canon" ending is the ending that is the "only Choice" V has if they don't help Johnny or don't help Panam... like OBVIOUSLY it's not the actual fucking canon choice holy fuck. Idk ppl on Reddit are like the ppl in school that was never told to stfu? Or something and stopped critically thinking after 12 years old or some shit. I'm all for ppl disagreeing but please if u gonna disagree make some fucking sense when disagreeing omg. I'm not tryna be like "I'm right" but theoretically speaking I am "right" V is known to SHOW COMPASSION THRU OUT THE GAME EVEN SIMPLE ASS QUESTS LIKE NOT WATCHING SOMEONE GET THEIR ASS BEAT. Or giving money to ppl that need it. Like im so confused how we all "played" the same game but had way different experiences. Different experiences to were some ppl just finished the game but didn't think of the different impacts everything had. Such a meaningful game(TO ME) and some ppl all they take away from it is "become famous" "sex scenes"

[agentkikirogers]

today // health issues. Car issues. Thyroid issues.

I'm completely done today.

1. chemo. like I said the nurse was amazing today.

2. The doctor addressed my complain of constant itching everywhere. I mean everywhere.

So he said 1. Take 5mg of steroids again since that's why I have itching. Two months of no steroids correlated with the sudden itching for two months.

OR 2. Take 1mg of steroids and do chemo every weeks instead of 3 weeks with no guarantee it'll work.

OR3. Take that itching med that's not working and up the dose. I said HIGHEST YOU CAN. Nope he sent in only 25mg. R U KIDDING ME

AND he told me I have osteopenia ... again 😭

On way home my car decides to stop playing any form of music options. I found the phone number to who installed my system and he said it does that when a speaker meswes up from a certain TONE in the music. huh? so that 50 dollars for a fix tomorrow. Great.

I get off work at 3pm. Left work at SIX OH ONE. On the phone with two different accounting people. Meanwhile my endocrinologist called me during the first call saying my liquid med I talked about last week being defective or whatever I can't take anymore and take the pill form. I said the doctor made me test out if pills were absorbing in my body. My body rejects pill form for thyroid so hence the liquid med. He said your pharmacy refuses to do that only pills. I STRESSED I was on the phone with an work call so I had to call my sister on my work phone and tell him to call her and she said she would handle it. MY sister is a fucking GODSEND. Went back on the phone after 5 minutes she hangs up with no warning. 55 min call no resolve. Etc etc redacted. Tried 6 times to get another person. I did and he... helped I guess idk.

[heliianth]

@urunclesonic HELLO m going to try to speedrun this bc i could talk about it forever. but it will still be long bc im a chronic essay andy & also u asked so

ok. so. the ultimate lifeform. i we know or at least i think shadow is a character who has an extremely rigid self-image ("the ultimate lifeform") which makes it hard to connect with both others and himself. in sa2, the first thing about shadow we smack face first into is his ego, so the player is immediately under the assumption that this is the root of the image he's created—he's just stuck up, and thinks he's the best. the dark story works to prove this wrong by essentially setting up rouge as the person who makes shadow feel most vulnerable: she provokes him into defensive behavior (lying through his teeth, escalating situations as a form of running away, insulting her, threatening her, etc) by causing his real memories to come into conflict with his brainwashing. because rouge is immune to his stupidass posturing and has spent the entire dark story gnawing at his self-confidence, by the time the sonic/shadow 2 fight comes around he is essentially stripped of his ego and he knows it. and if "the ultimate lifeform" (his self-image) was actually about power and ego or whatever, his arc would be done there. but we all know that it's not, it's about responsibility

to shadow, "the ultimate lifeform" is a lot more about other people—their expectations, their desires—than it is himself. the "ultimate lifeform" isnt really defined by ability to chaos control, or speed, or strength, or anything. its a job. a tool. first to cure maria, then to destroy humanity as revenge, then to give everyone a chance to be happy. if i went over all the evidence or examples of shadow being almost incapable of forming an identity outside of what other people tell him i would be here for fucking ever

and the thing about sa2 is it never... fixes this? it touches on it (i mean ofc it does, it introduces it), but it never gives this aspect of shadow's character any real... closure? he starts out not knowing what autonomy feels like and dies not knowing what autonomy feels like. on a thematic level, the reason why sonic lives and shadow doesn't after finalhazard is because shadow is still stuck in the past, hearing maria's voice and unable to imagine a future for himself without any external directive. that's why him passing the torch to sonic on "the ultimate lifeform" front isnt really the satisfying culmination of an arc about ego, its shadow giving up because sonic is better at his job than him . WOW that sounds bad but its true

(there are other reasons why shadow dies of course but like, you see what im saying right?)

other games do attempt to wrap up this part of his character bc well... they kind of have to lol. but none really say the logical conclusion of it explicitly, which would be a realization that "the ultimate lifeform" is a meaningless nothing label which has been holding shadow back, and he either doesn't want it or wants to redefine it. like, him abandoning "the ultimate lifeform" is basically just an extension of his arc in 05. you dont even have to do lots of work to make it happen its already there. but the character regressed and now the accursed long-running franchise status quo rule demands any deviation from "standard shadow" has to be reset for the sake of newcomer accessibility

and i say a hypothetical scenario where this is addressed outright would be a metaphor (or whatever) for transgender shadow half jokingly and half seriously, bc when stories deal with identities forced upon a character only to be shed by them in a freeing manner later on it'll always have trans connotations whether the writer intends for it or not

i can write for like 6k abt how "the ultimate lifeform" is a shorthand for imposed identity and the fandom should care less about who it really is or if it means anything at all and more about how its like sonic hedgehog transgender matrix metaphor. but i need to write under 1k for 80% of my grade and its like pulling teeth