#literally i thought i fell off and just happened to land in a weird as SHIT cave

[chongoblog]

hey what the fuck did i just stumble into??

[devosin]

— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! episode one : taco bell & shitty tuesdays . .

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You stare at your phone screen, waiting for the phone call to end, and for the screen to fade to black—A sigh of relief escapes you as you finally hear the line close, the familiar sound of a phone call ending brings you such overwhelming relief, you'd think you just paid off a million dollars worth of nonexistent debt. 

You let yourself fall back on your chair, your publicist had landed you into another event you could care less about all in the name of publicity, and honestly you wish you had the heart to tell her, but you’re well aware that Jean only wants the best for her clients, and each decision had a reason behind it . . —But who the hell goes to a dolphin event anyways?—They’re like the cruelest sea animal!

You stretch your arms, and stare at the pile of clothes spread at the top of your bed and floor. It was the first day on set, nothing major would be happening, only meeting the crew and learning of the plans for the show—and you’d like to make a good impression—anything below show stopping would be an insult to yourself . . and your stylist who suggested a bunch of outfits with the clothes you now have on your bed and floor. 

You let out another sigh, wishing you could just fall back asleep instead of dealing with whatever it is you got yourself signed up to, “I should take a shower”, you mumble to nobody in particular. 

Time: 10:32 am Location: Y/n’s Car

You stir the car into the drive thru of some random Taco Bell that fell on the highway—Normally taco bell for breakfast isn't ideal, and in all honesty will never be your ideal . .  It's a bold move to take the most diarrhea-inducing meal right before a first time cast meeting, but when life gives you taco's, one must oblige. 

Time: 11:43 am Location: Y/n’s Car 

You had parallel parked your car somehow—To be fair ninety percent of the time you park your car with hopes and prayers, and sometimes you forget to fill your gas up entirely, which proves to be really annoying since it's a three hour drive to the capital city where you film mainly, and you have to drive there a lot . .  Your parents would be ashamed to see your yearly towing costs due to a forgetful gas repayment. 

You always seem to assume that somehow the distance to get to your designated location will magically change into a couple minutes and won't waste your gas as much, which quite literally never works, but are you going to learn from your mistakes? . . Most likely not. 

You stretch your arms one more time, taking a few deep breaths and a sip of your drink, before you finally grab your tote bag and head into the studio. 

Time: 11:52am Location: Inside the studio 

A shiver racked over your body the moment you entered the studio—'Dear seven it's fucking cold in here'—you thought, mentally noting that you should ask Amanda when you meet her if there was a way to turn up the heater, it’s literally winter . .  they can’t expect you to film in this situation right? 

As if on instinct a distinct cheery voice could be heard from the farther corner of the room, "Y/n!! You're here", a petite brunette makes her way up to you . .  way too energetic for this early in the morning, "Hi, Amanda", you greet her, a bit awkwardly, not knowing how to exactly approach the conversation. 

“Yes! That’s me, we're just setting up right now, I’m so glad you came.”, she smiled, “You can put your bags on that chair over there, we're just getting a few things sorted, so feel free to introduce yourself to everyone.”. 

"Omg, it's so great to finally see you! . . and like meet you", she seemed so excited, for some weird reason, her energy rubbed off on you, easing your nerves, "Sorry if I'm late, traffic was horrendous", you mumbled, “that’s completely fine, you live further out East right?”, she asked curiously, and you watched as she fiddled with her clipboard checking off random things. 

“Yeah”, you reply dryly, shoving your hands in your pockets, “It’s usually a three hour drive, it took four today”, she nodded along, “Well, if you’re hungry we have snacks in that room”, she points to one of the random staff rooms, “You and Vil will be sharing a dressing room, if you don't mind—If you do I can totally work something out!”, she quickly corrects herself. 

“No it’s completely fine”, you smile, it wouldn’t be the first time, a lot of films on a shorter budget opts to have actors sharing a dressing room, and this is the first ever late night show for the company, you wouldn’t be surprised if sorting things out is already eating a chunk away at the budget set in placed.  

“Speaking of Vil . . Where is he?”, you ask, looking around curiously at the room, you see a bunch of other staff members and crew, who wave hi to you and you wave back. You’ll have to greet them properly later, but you’ll put that to a back burner until your social battery recovers to its full level. 

“Vil?”, she stands in place, thinking for a couple seconds, “He left an hour ago”, you raise a brow, “He came like really early in the morning, said he was getting breakfast and had a meeting, and that he’d be back . . maybe . .  soon?”, she walks around, throwing some pointers to some of the crew . .  it looked like gang signs but the crew understood so who are you to judge, “Honestly I don’t remember much.”, she whispered to you, like it was a secret of some kind, “But . . I did plan a meeting between the two of you tomorrow, you’ll be meeting at this cafe, it’s really private and I booked the area so you guys can comfortably talk about the show, if that’s alright with you?” 

“That’s great actually!”, you smiled, that just gives you one less thing to worry about.

Amanda is actually just a random character based off of no one in particular, I felt like a really sweet manager would be really fun <3

Taco bell . . . no y/n's were harmed in this process (They had pepto bismol in the car dw)

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— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! ♡. Synopsis : VIL SCHOENHEIT recently signed a contract under Descendant. Inc for his very own late night show, only to find out his co-star and fellow co-host is none other than Y/n L/n, someone he hates despite knowing very little about them and never having met them, previously. Y/N L/N, an actor who made their debut 3 years ago and hasn’t been able to catch a break since, recently decided to sign a deal with Descendants. Inc to host their new late night show “late nights & flashing lights”, as a break from acting . . Only to find out their favorite long-time actor will be co-hosting with them. Tune in every Friday, for a new episode of “late nights & flashing lights” to see if these two hosts can find a peaceful work-bond amidst their judgements . . and quite possibly even love? . .

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[sturnsstar]

You single? ✶ Matt Sturniolo

⋆.˚pairing: actress!reader x bf!Matt

⋆.˚warnings: mentions of hospitals, minor injury (not described), painkillers, fluff, little suggestive comment, kinda secret established relationship

⋆.˚requested: no

⋆.˚summary: after a stunt accident lands you in the hospital and on strong painkillers, you can't help but try to win Matt over as soon as you see him, even though he's already yours.

⋆.˚wc: 717

P.S. english is not my first language.

It was bright outside the hospital window. You couldn’t see much, but it looked like a nice sunny day. You wished you could just go out, touch some grass… tumble down onto the soft grass. The thought made you laugh out loud, your eyes squeezing slightly. You rationally knew there was something wrong with you, but it didn’t matter at that moment.

“Why are you laughing now?” your brother asked, sat on the plastic white chair placed next to your bed.

“Can we go outside?” you heard your own voice, you knew it was yours, but it was somehow muffled, like you were trapped into a bubble. 

“Like Glinda!” you wondered. You really wanted to see Wicked. Maybe that weekend? Perhaps you could convince Matt to come with you…

“Where’s Matt?” You whined, pouting slightly. Your brother was confused, you managed to have three different topics in less than 10 seconds.

“Matt? Why would you want-” He starts, but gets interrupted.

“Is she here?” The voice you knew all too well sounded panicked outside of your room. You smiled excitedly, more footsteps in the hallway. Then, three worried faces appeared at the door of your hospital room, rushing in not to upset further the nurses in the hallway.

“Matt!” You exclaimed cheerfully, your hands stretched towards him.

“She was just asking about you” your brother smirked, clearly amused by your weird behaviour.

“What happened?” Asked Chris, seeing how you weren’t fully yourself. Matt scooted closer, a furrow on his brows and a worried expression on his handsome face. Ugh, so handsome.

“She fell during  a stunt. It’s nothing bad, they reassured us, but they had to give her some fucking strong painkillers” Your brother explained, but the sound of his voice was in the distance, far away…

“You single?” You smiled wolfishly at Matt, your hand finally managing to grab his. The conversation was suddenly interrupted, a small blush forming in Matt’s cheeks. 

“Has she been like this all day?” Nick asked doubtfully, rather amused by your unusual flirtiness.

“The doctor says it will wear off soon” Your brother sighed, a hand on his forehead as you made a fool of yourself. “But she just won’t shut up,” he added.

“Can I ask you out? You’re like, so hot” Words kept tumbling out of your mouth, your hand squeezing Matt’s. He laughed slightly, shaking his head. “I have a girlfriend” he mused, a small smile on his face.

Your face dropped. Worst news ever. Why did this happen to you?

“What? Who is she? I’ll fight her, for your love” you declared proudly, placing your right hand over your heart solemny as you heard snickers from the other side of the room.

“Would you strangers mind? I’m talking to the love of my life” You scoffed at their direction.

“Stranger? We’ve known each other for like, two years.” Chris mumbled.

“I’m literally your own blood” your brother deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry, Matt,” he apologised to the boy next to you, “no idea what’s wrong with her” 

Matt chuckled, his bright blue eyes squeezing slightly. 

“No problem,” he shrugged. Why was he not paying attention to you? Your free hand launched towards his face, grabbing his chin and tilting it so that he was now looking at you. Finally. 

“I asked you a question,” You pointed out, raising your brows. “My heart will break if you won’t go out with me” You pleaded, not caring about the others in the room. They were actually having a blast, looking at you embarrassing their brother and yourself in the process. 

“She is dramatic, that’s for sure” Nick quipped.

Matt ignored his brother, his gaze not moving away from yours. “Your heart can’t break,” he explained, barely containing his laugh. He then turned to look at his brothers apologetically. “I didn’t want to tell you like this,” he said carefully.

“Tell us what?” Chris asked, slightly confused. 

“Tell them what?” you quoted, your attention now on his hand. Fuck, so many veins. What if he wrapped it around your neck? Should you ask him?

Matt shaked his head, the hand you were focused on moving until it tenderly caressed your hair. Oh wow, maybe you had a chance. If you played your cards right.

“Won’t your girlfriend get jealous if she finds out you’re here with me?” You asked, gingerly leaning towards his hand.

“You’re my girlfriend, dumbass” Matt revealed.

“WHAT THE FU-” hell breaks loose.

[scarletwinterxx]

i was enchanted to meet you - jeno

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"Pst"

You look over beside you, coming face to face with Jeno

"What?"

"Why are you glaring at the screen like that?" he asks, he's been watching you stare at your laptop screen like that for a few minutes before deciding to ask you. That made you relax your face "I was squinting, I forgot my glasses in my other bag so I can't really see anythi-"

Your sentence got cut off when you see Jeno take something out of his bag, "Knew you'd forget it"

You take it from him, quickly putting your glasses on. Immediately everything becomes clearer

"That's so much better, thanks Jen" you smile at him which he gladly returns

Jeno has become some sort of human reminder for you. He's always there whenever you forget something, from your glasses to your keys to your appointments you sometimes forget.

He sometimes teases and nags you about it but secretly he loves it. He likes how you need him, and he likes taking care of you. It's like second nature to him now.

You on the other hand is like Jeno's defender, he's an introvert and you have no problem dealing with everyone and everthing else. The two of you balance each other out.

"I can't find the salt we need, should we go to another store?" he asks you.

The two of you are getting groceries, one of your favorite activities to do together. It's very domestic, but even the most mundane activities excites you when you do it with him

"Did you ask someone, maybe they have some in the back or something" you tell him, putting some other things in the cart

When he didn't reply to you, you looked over at him seeing the small pout on. You already knew what that meant.

Walking towards him, you loop your arm with his pulling him to the other aisle "Do we need the salt, like really need it?" you ask

"We have salt at home, but the recipe said we need this one" he answer

"Salt is salt, let's just use the one at home" you tell him, resolving the mini dilemma of your introverted boyfriend.

You grab other necessities like ramen, bread, milk and cereals.

“Who puts ice in milk and cereals?” Jeno asks, watching you put the mlik in the cart

“I do, and don’t hate on it until you’ve tried it. I've been telling you for so long to give it a try”

“Sounds... disgusting"

“It’s just cold milk, dude” you tell him. The first time you told him you enjoyed your cereal in the morning with ice and milk, you thought he'd be weirded out but instead he just nodded and got you a glass of ice to put in your cereal.

From that moment on you knew he's the one for you.

The memory made you smile, looking over at Jeno before hugging him sideways.

"What?" he asks confused

"Nothing, just remember how you didn't say it was weird when we ate breakfast the first time. You even got me ice"

He chuckles, putting his arm over you to hold you by the waist. One hand on the shopping cart.

"Definitely left a lasting impression, I would say"

"Oh so me eating my cereal with ice left more of an impression than the night we met?" you ask jokingly

He smiles, then leans down towards you "I mean I'll never forget the night we met when you literally fell for you. Like landed right on my lap"

"It's been years, I told you Renjun pushed me"

"Mhm, love you too" he teases you

He remembers that night too, like it happened yesterday. The night started out like any other party he's been too, he was just lounging in the living room when all of a sudden someone lands on his lap.

That was the first time he met you.

You apologized over and over again, embarrassed out of your mind but Jeno being the gentleman that he is assured you it was okay. You thought that was the last you'll see of him but turns out it was the start of a beautiful relationship.

"Question, can I take this hoodie home with me?"

Jeno hears you from behind him, taking a quick look while the game loads to see you wearing one of his many hoodies.

One of many you claimed your own ever since you started dating. He wonders why you still ask until now when you always end up wearing it

"Take your pick" he says, "This is my pick for the week, also remind me to buy your fabric softener. I love this smell"

Jeno smiles at you, opening his arms inviting you in for a hug. You trudge towards him, letting his arms wrap around you. He pulls you on his lap, the gaming chair moves a bit before he turns it back towards his computer.

"You're going to play like this?" you ask him, your adorable boyfriend nods before giving your nose a peck

"You sure?" you ask again, instead of answering you with words he just hugs you even closer. Tucking you under his chin while you hear him type away on his keyboard

"Alright then, not gonna lie I can take a nap like this" you yawn, resting your head on the crook of his neck

"Go rest, baby. I'll hold you"

You smile at his words, feeling relaxed in his arms. Jeno knows you struggle sleeping. It gives him joy whenever he sees you asleep on his bed or on the couch in his dorm or most times on his lap whenever the two of you are cuddling.

It's like a super power only he has, you feel safe and comfortable with him your mind just forgets all the noise and finally get the rest it needs.

If you're being honest, you've probably slept more soundly on his bed with him than on your bed. The only time you can fall asleep easily on your bed is when he's with you.

After a few rounds, Jeno logs out and turns his computer off. Gently lifting you up in his embrace before walking towards the bed to lay you gently.

He goes out the room to check around the apartment before going back into bed with you. Plugging both of your phone on the charging dock before turning to face your sleeping figure, he can't help but admire you.

Even when you're asleep, you still amaze him. He's enchanted with you. Ever so gently he scoots over to cuddle you, tucking you in his arms like he's shielding you from the world before whispering a quick 'good night, i love you' in your ear.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Shenanigans EXTRA (1/2) - A trip to another universe!

Summary: Y/N, Katsuki, Izuku and Shouto goes on an adventure to another universe. Having of each is already enough but two?! Things get weird really quickly.

Warnings: Swear words, sex jokes, horny thoughts

Helpful note:

To make it easier I tried to play around with names to make it obvious who’s who, so…

Izuku - Normal Izuku

Deku, Midoriya - Other world’s Izuku

Katsuki - Normal Katsuki

Bakugou - Other world’s Katsuki

I hope that helps!

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A few months ago in another universe.

Bakugou Katsuki. University student. Hobbies: Drums, nerdy things, Marvel and All Might movies. Secretly collects Pokémon and Yu-gi-Oh cards. Loves Funko Pops. Top student. Drummer in a cool, edgy band. Definitely not a hero but apparently he is one in another universe. Because that shit exist. Yeah. Shocker.

How does he know that? Because he met the love of his life when the gate between the two worlds had suddenly opened. She fell from the sky. Literally. He swears he wasn’t on any substances when this had happened. He does drink quite a lot, don’t judge him, he’s a fucking UNI student, but drugs aren’t his thing. He also have two bozos, Deku and Shouto, who can vouch for him if you don’t believe him. They were also completely sober, even though with those two, Bakugou is never sure. They look high 24/7.

So long story short, this random, absolutely gorgeous lady fell from the sky, she knew them by their names and she also told Bakugou that his other self hates her guts and he got so angry he started crying out of pure frustration, promising this gorgeous girl that he’ll find her in his world and fucking marry her on the spot because Bakugou was head over heels for her the second her lovely butt touched the ground.

Bakugou did not a give a fuck about love before but now he does. Oh hell, he really fucking does. This lady was only with them for 24 fucking hours but it’s been months now and he still can’t forget about her. But here’s the problem; this lady wasn’t Japanese. She was a fucking foreigner living in Japan. Which means, Bakugou had to work his ass off while doing UNI full time to have enough money to fly to her country for a whole month. It was terrible. He had no life, no time for anything, he was tired 24/7 and even though he just landed on this foreign land and he should be excited about it, he just want to fucking sleep for a week, which he won’t, because he only has 4 fucking weeks to find this bloody woman and make her fall for him. No time to sleep here.

“Kacchan, you won’t woo her with a face of a serial killer, you do need to sleep.”

He hates when his best friend is right.

So he sleeps. For one whole day. That will hopefully be enough to rid him of his Gucci bags.

He’s out of the bed by 7AM the next day, fueled by a weird feeling which makes him believe that Y/N is close by - Which would be ridiculous. Meeting her on the first day? Absolutely not possible. Life isn’t that kind and Bakugou doesn’t believe that faith has the power to connect two people out of the blue even though he literally fell in love after a foreigner fell from the sky for him and is literally spending all his money to find her right now. He’s a fucking hypocrite, isn’t he? Yeah, whatever. He believes in faith in a way, he believes that you can feel when you are on the right path, you can feel when you meet the right people, but faith opening the right doors to find the right path is nothing but a fairytale. Again, says the guy whose girlfriend fell from the sky.

With that said, Bakugou leaves the house in his fanciest clothing which only makes him look like half a nerd and not a full one. Should’ve gotten contacts though. His glasses are really fucking nerdy. He can only hope that Y/N likes nerds because otherwise, this mission is a failure from the start.

He decides to take it easy and get some breakfast instead of searching like an idiot. The other world’s Y/N gave him some potential addressees he needs to check but he can’t do this shit with an empty stomach, so he runs into the nearest coffee shop to get some pastries and a big jug of black coffee but some bozo decides to run into him, trying to get through the door first, even though there is enough space for the both of them inside.

“Oi, careful!” Bakugou reprimands after realizing that the girl he just bumped into is much more fragile than him. Because he’s a fucking gentleman. You heard it right, a GENTLEMAN.

Okay. No fucking way. This is a fucking joke.

“Fuck’s sake, this is the shittiest day of my life!” Y/N tries to squeeze past mumbling back in English for some reason, but there is no way Bakugou will let her run away.

“It’s 8 in the fucking morning, silly.”

Oh god. He sounds so lovesick. And his accent is so shitty. The Y/N of the other works spoke perfect Japanese so he must say he’s a little bit uhm… surprised. But at least she speaks English. That’s… helpful.

“The fuck are you so happy for? Did you win the lottery?” Y/N tries to acts nonchalant but her cheeks are dusted red.

“Yeah, I think I just did.” He admits with the silliest smile on his face.

… there goes Katsuki’s plans to be cool. Nevermind.

“Well, you have a weird way of flirting. I’m intrigued.” She answers back. They are literally standing in the doorway, blocking the exit but no one dares to speak about it. What a chill country. Maybe he should move here after retirement.

“Well, it’s far more believable than saying that I’ve met your twin from another universe a few months ago and I was kinda looking for you for several months now.”

“Is it weird that… I can kinda believe that?” Y/N looks into Bakugou’s eyes and that’s when Bakugou completely loses it. His face becomes a mess of emotions, there is adoration, wonder, a weird kind of anxiety he’s never felt before, his urgent need for coffee long forgotten.

“Can we share a table, then?” Bakugou tries his best to sound confident, but his voice wavers when Y/N looks at him with eyes full of rejection.

“Not unless you can help me with my Japanese homework. I have an exam in two days.” She sighs, finally moving away from the door, leaving the lovelorn Bakugou alone in the doorway.

“Well, luckily for you, I’m Japanese.” Katsuki answers in his own mother language, trying his best to not smirk menacingly, but he probably does it anyway.

“Study date with a stranger?” Y/N fucking winks and that’s when Bakugou descends into another world, thankfully, not literally.

“Oh my god, you two, get a table.” The bartender rolls her eyes and it’s weirdly sounds like “get a room.”

~•💥•~

Bakugou and Y/N has a study date. By the end of the day - yes, they’ve been at it the whole day, eating pastries for breakfast, lunch and dinner - Y/N looks like she’s about to pass out, but she has a content smile on her face as she looks at her notebook filled with random notes from Bakugou himself.

Bakugou isn’t the most patient person when it comes to studying so needless to say he did end up yelling at the poor girl quite a few times but instead of the usual resentment he got nothing but cute giggles as a reaction. Bakugou is already head over heels for this version of Y/N. She’s fierce but cute, she can handle his temper perfectly and they just… click. It really feels like they were meant to be.

“Any chance you are the type of nerd who’s great at everything? I also need to catch up on math and English.”

“Same place, same time tomorrow?” Bakugou smirks and Y/N smirks back at him.

“Deal.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” Bakugou leaves a cheeky kiss in Y/N’s hair and runs towards the door, trying his best to hide his red face from the crowd.

“How do you know my full name?!”

Bakugou doesn’t need to think about an answer for this one.

“Faith.”

~•💥•~

Bakugou helps Y/N with her studies every day for the whole month. It’s around the second week when Y/N admits she’s been looking for opportunities to study in Japan. She doesn’t need to say anything else for Bakugou to know there is something more behind that decision than Y/N’s dreams to see Tokyo; the way they are cuddled up on Bakugou’s floor surrounded by random notes is more than enough for him to know that he’s not the only one feeling this weird connection between them.

Y/N kisses him on the lips when they say goodbye at the airport. Bakugou sells half of his clothes to make space for her stuff in his closet after he gets home.

~•💥•~

Now back to the hero world.

“Are we all ready?” You yell loudly to gain everyone’s attention.

“Let’s go!” Yells Katsuki, exhilarated.

“Yes.” Typical Todoroki. He doesn’t even look excited.

“What if we get stuck there? Are you sure you are capable of doing this, Y/N? There must be a limit to your powers, what if something goes wrong and we will be stuck in a weird in-between or in the quantum realm like in that cool superhero film? What if by the time we manage to come back all out friends are dead?! Oh my god….”

Do you even need to say who that was? Probably not.

“Well, have fun.” A grumpy voice comes from the background. “Don’t worry about me being left out. Honestly, no biggie, I’ll just cry myself to sleep, alone in my room while my friends are having a pajama party in a cool universe…”

You would love to be able to bring Eijirou with you as well, but someone needs to run the agency.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid red monkey, I told you I’ll stay back the next time!”

You sigh and decide to just go for it before poor Izuku’s brain explodes from all the unnecessary worry.

Everyone screams. Then they scream some more when they start to fall into eternal nothingness.

You think about the University those guys go to. About the green grass and the benches surrounding the small clearing right next to the University, you think about Midoriya’s eyeliner, their unproblematic smiles and suddenly, a small spot of light appears right under your foot, the spot getting bigger and bigger as you fall and fall and fall until your butts hit the pretty green grass.

“Fucking hell, babe, that was a shitty landing!”

“Sorry, princess, I’ll get you a massive bed for the next time, okay?”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

“Always.”

“Guys, I’m… me is looking at us?! Okay, I’m officially freaking out. Oh my god, I’m wearing an eyeliner. I think I’m going to pass out. Guys, I’m passing out. Oh my…”

“Pay up, halfie.”

“I’m not mad, just disappointed.” Shouto pulls out a note from his pocket and hands it to Katsuki.

“Y/N!” A really gay-looking, lanky nerd jumps on your back and hangs there like a monkey. You decide to show off your new strength by catching the guy’s thighs and give him a piggy back ride.

“Oi, put your filthy arms away from my woman, you nerdy little shit! Also, your other self just passed out on the floor!”

“Oh my god, that’s me?!” Midoriya jumps off your back and goes towards Izuku to take a better look. Todoroki (the other one.) runs back to their bench to grab a bottle of water and sits down next to your Izuku, absolutely ignoring his other self for the sake of your world’s Izuku.

Well, now… it’s really hard not to laugh.

Picture this. There is a passed out Izuku on the ground, surrounded by two worried Todorokis, one lean and nerdy and one looking like a greek god. Then there is this world’s Midoriya, slim and wearing the colors of the rainbow, shamelessly touching Izuku’s massive arms with pure wonder, at least until he looks up to the Greek God Shouto; he stares at the guy with hungry eyes, looking him up and down, and he just says.

“I would let you ruin my favorite underwear in a heart beat.”

Katsuki hollers.

“Oh my god, this guy is Deku? THIS?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Also, you just let your boyfriend salivate over another guy right in front of your face?” Katsuki looks at the other Todoroki who only shrugs at that.

“Well, technically, he is me. So he’s salivating over me just with more muscles.”

That’s fair.

“Hi, I’m Todoroki Shouto. Nice to meet you.” Shouto shakes Todoroki’s hand. Katsuki is about to pass out from all the laughing, still laying on the floor.

“Uhm, hi. I’m also… Todoroki Shouto.”

Awkward silence. Katsuki is dead.

“Okay, while I really enjoy your shenanigans, let’s move to somewhere private before someone gets a heart attack from seeing this shit.” You giggle. Shouto is about to take his boyfriend into his arms when Todoroki stops him.

“I’ll take him.” He takes a deep breath while Midoriya snickers in the background. Needless to say he can’t even lift the guy off the ground. “Nevermind. You can… take him.” He moves away awkwardly, back to his partner’s side who looks at him with nothing but pity in his eyes.

“We will start working out from tomorrow.” Midoriya gives Todoroki a shoulder pat.

Todoroki doesn’t say anything just nods.

Shouto takes Izuku’s body in his arms without even flinching.

“I think I peed a little a bit.”

“Oh my god, Deku.”

~•💥•~

“You are so cute.”

Those are Izuku’s first words after he finally decides to wake up properly, now in Todoroki’s room. This world’s Todoroki blushes like a maniac.

“How long am I going to be ignored? Huh?” Katsuki decides to throw an actual hissy fit, hand on his hips and everything. “What about me?! I look fucking hot too! Don’t ignore me!”

“Yeah, where is the other Kacchan?” Izuku asks the million dollar question.

“Yeah, where is my other boo? I wanna kiss his stupid face for making me realize this guy isn’t just an asshole.”

It’s harsh, but it’s the truth. Without this world’s Bakugou you wouldn’t be here right now. You must thank him properly.

“Oi, don’t ignore me!”

“Kacchan, don’t worry, you look gorgeous, honeybun!” Midoriya decides to save the day. “I love the undercut and damn, that waist!”

“Finally, thank you!” Katsuki mutters with a red face. “Fucking ignoring me, I can’t believe this shit…” He mumbles in the most adorable way and you can’t help but cuddle into him, your eyes full of adoration.

“I love you, you gremlin.”

“Asshole.” He mutters back but he kisses your forehead anyway.

“SURPRISE BITCHES!” Todoroki’s door opens and that’s when it’s your time to loose your shit; seeing this world’s Bakugou again is already enough for your heart to act up but there is another person next to him, none other than yourself. “No fucking shit! No way! Y/N!” Bakugou is right in your personal space, hugging the shit out of you while your other self gawks at the whole scene.

“So that comment before wasn’t a poor attempt at flirting?! Katsuki?! What the fuck is going on?!” Your other self stares at you for several seconds before she finally speaks again. “Damn, I’m hot! Damn, you are hot! The fuck are these people?!”

You are just about to answer your own (?) question when Bakugou makes a move towards your boyfriend, extremely pissed all of a sudden.

“You fucking asshole!” Bakugou attempts to hit Katsuki but needless to say, he dodges it and literally just grabs the guy’s shirt and yanks him up and far away from him, like he weights nothing. “Oi, let me fucking hit you! You broke Y/N’s heart, you absolute moron, you are the e stupidest fucking blonde in the whole wide universe! I’m ashamed of you! Shame! Shame! Shame”

“You know Kacchan is mad when he starts quoting Game of Thrones.” Rainbow Deku adds helpfully.

“Stop fiddling and calm the fuck down! I’m doing my best to not fucking hit you myself for cuddling my girlfriend back then! I was so mad I couldn’t sleep for three days after that!”

“Oh?” Finally, Bakugou stops moving around and just looks at himself (?) with a questioning look.

“Yeah, oh, you fucking idiot, do you think I actually hated her guts back then? I was stupid, but I’ve learnt my lesson so stop fucking trying to kill me with your chicken arms!”

“So, you two…”

“Yeah. I fucking love her. Of course I fucking do. We just moved in together.” Katsuki finally puts Bakugou down, blushing like a school kid.

“We also have a pet pigeon, Steven… wait no. Stephanie.” You put your arm around Katsuki’s torso and pull him close. He leaves a tiny kiss on your forehead again.

“We also have two grand kids. Stephanie just had babies.” You look up at your boyfriend like you are talking about your actual grandchildren and not just about some random pigeons who decided to live on your balcony. Katsuki looks back at you with so much fondness in his eyes it kinda makes you tear up.

“Oh my god, get a room.” Deku smirks at your boyfriend, who smirks back.

“If there is a spare room we can use, I’m happy to oblige.”

“You can use Izuku’s room, it’s free!” Todoroki says right away and Bakugou slaps his own face out of embarrassment.

“Honeybun, you just told them to go and fuck in my room.” Deku puts his hand on Todoroki’s shoulder who gets as red as a lobster when he realizes his mistake.

“Why is human language so hard?”

“Don’t worry, you are not alone.” Shouto goes over to himself with an understanding look. “I’m also terrible at understanding these things. I get in trouble all the time. Or I just get laughed at. Just smile like you’ve meant it as a joke and then they’ll think you are just funny. Don’t ask me why, I don’t understand either, but that’s what I was told to do.”

“Okay, why don’t we sit the fuck down? I’m starting to get dizzy from seeing two of the same people. I need a moment of silence to get my head around this shit.” Your other self speaks up and honestly….

“Same.”

… Last Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry for being so late with this, I finished this chapter ages ago then I forgot that I need to post it? 😂 I was also busy writing the two upcoming series, one Bakugou x Reader and one Kirishima x Reader (different reader) spin-off for this series! Please please please give them a read when they come out! I’m so excited for them!

- I hope it wasn’t too hard to understand who’s who, I really tried my best!

-I’ll try to post the last chapter of this one as soon as I can, I’m almost done with it! I will post the Kirishima one first though, so you guys can have a little peek into what’s coming! 💜

- Thank you for all your support during this series, your comments give me a reason to live 💜

TL: @sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish @qardasngan @canarystwin @unofficialmuilover @nanamomo1 @mikestuffffs @p4ndawrites @yao-ai @porusuniverse

[lucystark12]

i very very rarely listen to running up that hill but i am right now and it's just like holy shit YOU HAD TO BE THERE (weird reflection post that i just randomly started writing and couldn't stop for some reason about my depression lol that was supposed to be cute and lovey about my love for stranger things but ended up being really somber)

i didn't immediately watch season 4 when it came out on may 27th, because friday may 27th was the day that i came back from a week long class trip to the deep depths of northern washington (hell on earth, no mans land, if you will) and since my parents were out of town for my mom's 50th birthday, i was going straight to my best friend's house to stay over for the weekend. that i did. my best friend everly, whom i was staying with, always falls asleep really early, so at some point in the early hours of may 28th, probably around 1 am, i pulled out my phone and starting watching stranger things. i had spent the entire spring rewatching after all.

i got to where chrissy got possessed and immediately had to turn it off because i was in seventh grade and the bone cracking thing scared me to death (this was before i watched GOT for the first time, my tolerance for gore was not as high as it is now)

such began the first of many times where i'd neglect watching my favorite show for no reason. i did it with house of the dragon season 2 as well. so, a few days later i left everly's house and my grandma came to stay at my house with me while my parents were finishing out the rest of their trip.

at this point, the whole internet was already talking about running up that hill. it was that sunday when i decided i had to watch the show. who the fuck was i kidding? i loved stranger things. problem was, my grandma is and will always be the worst tv hog in the history of the world, so with a shitty disaster movie playing in the background, i put in one airpod and finally started watching stranger things season four.

this was a particularly rainy spring for portland, something that literally scarred me at the time because i was nearing the end of the worst depressive episode of my entire life, and the sun not being able to peek out of the trees like it had in late may last summer and every summer before that was something so insignificant yet something that really was sending me off the edge. i didn't realize how far off the edge i already was at the time. my other best friend had just started taking medication for her depression, which manifested very differently in ways that mine didn't. she was mad. she was resentful. between the few moments that she was the same laughing, loving girl i'd always known, she hated me and our other friends and hated herself more. my cousin likewise had depression so bad he couldn't get out of bed. he hadn't been to school in three months. i wasn't like that. i thought i was happy comparatively. i was diagnosed with OCD the year before and thought that was an explanation. it took getting a new therapist and unpacking my behavior back then to understand what was really happening. i never cried. when i did, it was violent. it came in bursts that lasted all afternoon. i started and i didn't stop until i fell asleep. i threw things, i refused to talk to anybody. i was failing math, which i've never done before. i couldn't understand a thing. i didn't even care to try. i hated myself. the only thing i ate was a bowl of craisins at school every day because i couldn't physically force myself to eat. i thought i was just tired even though i got ten hours of sleep every day. i was always exhausted. my therapist couldn't diagnose me because after years of being taught i had to be perfect, i refused to tell even her that there was something wrong. i thought i was stupid, i thought i was ugly, i thought i was worthless. i thought i was just experiencing what it's like to be twelve years old.

so, another rainy and overly misty sunday afternoon passed me by as i reached the ending of the fourth episode, and finally, the fated song that i'd been hearing all over tiktok and didn't quite understand yet started playing out of max's walkman. i watched the entire scene with my grandma barking questions at me about why i was tearing up.

running up that hill was my most played song of 2022, just ahead of africa by toto.

now i'm not going to say that stranger things brought me out of said depressive episode, because it didn't. the four months ahead of me were four of the hardest of my life still to this day, just as the six before them had already been. but i've grown a lot since then, and two years later when i was in spain alone, sick and crying, experiencing a little week long bout of similar feelings to the ones i felt when i first watched season four, the show weirdly managed to find me again.

the week before i had left to study abroad in spain i had learned that i got a B+ in math instead of an A- in math because my teacher wouldn't round up my 89.9%. it might seem trivial especially because a B+ is incredible process from the algebra i had nearly failed for the second time in the row the year before, but sometimes things like that can be enough to cause somebody to fall back into old habits and feelings. estranged from everybody and everything i'd turned into coping mechanisms for hard times like these when i was literally half the world away, i didn't know what to do. so, when i was in my dorm with food poisoning from a salad i'd eaten the night before, i decided to press on the byler analysis video that had popped up in my youtube feed. such began what i've been calling my "stranger things renaissance"- a second stranger things phase that's been going on since late june.

not to sound overly bylerish, but i've been seeing a lot of parallels between this summer and the summer season four came out. for reasons out of my control, i've been forced to spend a lot of time alone. this summer when i've started feeling lonely, i've taught myself that rather than overthink, to channel it into something else like writing, or doing something that will calm me down. now when i'm home alone and haven't seen a friend in a few days, i'm not sad anymore. i think "well damn" and then i move on with my night. i'm no longer depressed. with the help of my new therapist, i've gotten really close to growing out of my OCD. i no longer have to pray every night. i don't wake up in a cold sweat if i go to bed at 10:31 instead of a "perfect number" like 10:30 or 10:35. i rarely lock my bedroom door anymore. and no, it's not perfect yet. i'm not "cured"- i still have my crying episodes. i still have moments, even though they're few and far between now, where i feel the same way i did back when i was twelve.

but i'm moving on. things have shifted in my life. i've grown up and this show has with me. i started watching it on halloween of 2019 when i was in fifth grade and my friends and i did the "goodbye mike" trend in my basement. i watched the first three episodes that night and finished it for the first time during covid. it was with me through that hard time back in the day, and for some strange (haha) reason, it's with me now, and will probably continue to be with me until the show ends, because like as typically happens when i fall back into obsession with something i liked when i was a little younger, (the mcu, harry potter which remanifested in the marauders) it becomes more than a phase, but a part of me in some weird way.

stranger things may have its flaws and it might not end the way i wanted it to, but for the rest of my life it will be special to me regardless. i'm finally for the first time in my life older than the characters. i was seven when season one came out, eight when season two, ten during season three, 12-13 and season four, and will be 16 in season five.

so thanks, stranger things, for helping me, and thanks even more for showing her that there's nothing wrong with the many different aspects of her that she'd been led to believe were wrong. as corny as it sounds, she couldn't have done it without you 🫶

(say hi to baby lucy, because it's always more fun with pictures, and because depression can happen to anybody no matter what they might look or act like on the surface)

rip 2022 lucy, you would have loved the byler sunset pictures that you somehow would have found a way to relate to reddie and your best friend that you were highkey in love with. you also would have loved mike wheeler if i could explain who he really is to you because said in an EARLY analytical essay that "All I really gained from season four though was that I absolutely hate older Mike and that I wish he would’ve died instead of Max." in the same essay you say you wish you could throw mike of a cliff. oh the irony. (please laugh)

ps: if you ever find yourself feeling anything like what i described in this post, know that it gets better even if it seems like that's what everybody says and it seems like it never will. there were times back then when i didn't even know if i'd make it to the age i am right now, and now i'm at one of the happiest points ive ever been in my life. know that even if we've never talked before, i love you and i believe in you. my blog is always a safe place if anybody out there ever needs anybody to talk to.

[coastxlwaters]

What happened to ur thumb?!

So, this happened yesterday

0. I had a low level of light headedness and a stomach ache but I needed to get out to the barn to exercise autumn

1. Autumn wasn’t ridden for 2 days and was energetic

2. My crop and saddle felt off, I later learn they were used and modified slightly without my permission (I’m not mad at whoever did, just confused on why they did it as well have that stuff at the barn)

3. My crop and set being off, shifted my normal no anxiety routine to a “oh god, do I need to check Autumn’s back and legs for injuries?” Routine.

4. My legs were awkward trying to reposition correctly, and since autumn is used to me being a quiet and relaxed rider and caretaker that probably ticked her off, her ears were pinned back but flopping, no fucking idea what that means but I have seem some horses do it when anxious or stressed, but idk

5. The crop kept hitting the wrong place on the shoulder, I hound be able to tap once and she goes, and since I’m a rated-shows rider I can’t look down as it’s frowned upon, and have to keep my head up until the lesson or atleast course is over. So I wasn’t able to see what the difference was other than the slightly off feeling.

6. Ticked her off more that I continued to try to use the crop. MY fault, I have no fucking idea what I was doing there other than me failing to follow proper barn rules.

7. We start the course and I she goes speed demon and I could tell she was abt to do SMTH, whether it was a buck or rear I honestly don’t know nor want to find out. I just cut off and out of the course halfway through

8. I got called a coward, (JOKINGLY) so I laugh and say “fuck you than, let’s see what shit I can do now that her energy is out” and get back on.

9. Same thing as 7 but this time I don’t cut off the course and the literal next jump she bucks

10. I land HARD on her neck, I really need to check it out but my friend said she looks fine for now.

11. My hand obviously hits her neck first, my thumb taking the most damage

12. I stayed on, THANKFULLY, cause if I fell off I have no fucking idea what would have happened

13. The rest is kinda like, foggy ig, I remeber making my usual “it can’t be to bad, I lived!” And then my thumb started hurting. At first thought it was SMTH I could ride off. I was wrong and for the next 15 mins I was a mess from it, both being my birthday and smth bad happening on my birthday for th 3rd time in a row. I get home, see my finger and go “damn I’m overdramatic as hell, it’s only a minor jam”

14. Just ice it and kept it elevated the entire night

(Today)

14. No sleep last night

15. It looks weird so I prob need to get it checked for possible infection

16. I get to the doctors and expect to be laughed at for coming in with a minor jam

17. I get X-rayed cause they wanted to see if it’s fractured, told I did amazing for being actively hurt and staying still and calm during it

18. I get to the actual office, Hear I shattered the tip of my thumb and it will forever be slightly bent, get banned from horse riding for a month, (sucks for them as I won’t listen to that)

19. I pull the cancer joke on @stormbreaker-290 again while walking to the room I’m supposed to go to, since I’m MEAN-

20. I get measured for a 1 finger cast as the injury is not severe in the sense I would need a full handed cast, but apparently shattering your tip of your thumb is relatively severe, since it doesn’t happen often and will leave me with my thumb being bent slightly forever unless I decide to do an overpriced surgery. Spoiler alert, I’m broke. Doenst hurt like what I expected tho, it’s only in that category I think for a longer healing process (I wasn’t listening but it was MENTIONED) and a permanent difference in my thumb even if it’s barely noticeable.

So, yeah it’s not severe in the sense of pain, it might take a bit to heal, I’m gonna take care of autumn still obvi and completely ignore the no-riding rule. I MEAN, ILL ONLY DO WORKOUTS AND NOTHING TO BIG OR SHOW PRACTICES OK?!

It’s also on my left hand, and I’m a boring right handed person so I’m fine lol. Gonna use it to hopefully get out of school obvi, but like yeah

Preppy cast✨

[jess-the-vampire]

I see all people talking about Belos problems only, and make no mistake I will talk about it too. There’s many things you can say about what character he is and how show plays with him. But let’s talk about other things for a moment.

Am I the only one who thinks that the whole Collectors vs Titans thing is just stupid? Okay, maybe stupid is too much, but it’s just very strange.

In WaD Collector tells us that he and his siblings were doing they cosmic stuff, then his siblings find out about Titans and that they can fight off their magic, they send Collector to little titans, he played with them, then his siblings came and took them all(despite the fact that Collector’s magic doesn’t work on Titan, which didn’t stop him from cast illusions on King somehow), Collector, for some reason didn’t follow them, and then Papa Tita Lyn came, looked around, didn’t saw his kids, saw the Collector and immediately thought that “Well there’s no one here so I guess you did something to my children, so I will put in a space dish.”. And they just left in on that. I thought “okay, it’s collector’s perspective, let’s hear what will Titan say.”, and then Titan is just “Whoops! I attacked the wrong person!”.

Excuse me, what? So he literally just attacked poor kid because there was no one else around to attack? And when exactly he realised he attacked wrong guy? They show that Titan sits in In Between Realm and in season 2 they showed us that Collector was there too. Did they like talked there and Titan was like “Oh, you DIDN’T do anything with my kids, it was your evil relatives? Well that’s pretty awkward now, that I put you in a space dish. But I’m dead now so I can’t pull you out. Sorry!”.

The most baffling thing is that expect us to just accept that he make a mistake and we must forgive him, because at least he was genuine in his desire to protect his kids. The kids that were already taken away.

ok, so i have mixed opinions on the titan and collectors storyline.

now, i do think the concept as far as worldbuilding goes, is really cool. It implies a larger world outside of the titan the show resides on and i adore the designs of both creatures within this universe. I think having this battle among gods that happened eons ago and led to the world in which the isles resides in is something that does add to some of the characters. I love the collector cult, i love that eda's owl beast was a victim of this war who carries resentment to this day about it, i don't even mind king being tied into it.

I think the show set all this up, pretty neat in s2.

But i think it fell off for me in s3.

Like you can kinda tell collector was not supposed to be in the show because really, you could of removed him and changed a few things around and the story could work just fine, king realizing he's a titan can still be used....but this battle among gods really is something that feels a lot more last minute and his relationship with collector wasn't vital to his character that it NEEDED to be there.

it's not like the wittebane story were most of the characters feel ingrained into it, with parallels, and carrying mementos that belonged to them, and living in the same towns, and most of them being distantly related to them.

And i was invested enough in the titan and collector drama, but i really don't think they stuck the landing for me.

WAD especially felt like a mess of a lot of weird inconsistencies and character actions, and it's probably why i sadly didn't automatically click with it like most of the fans seemed to. And while i've talked about belos regarding that, collector and titan dad are probably the other characters that i would say are a mess in this finale.

Now see, i can accept using magic ON titans, i think the assumption is that they only repel collector magic with magic, so if king isn't using magic he's more vulnerable. Granted, i think titan dad's existence has made titan magic more confusing and a lot more overpowered that if we DO get more toh content, we might run into more issues.

i don't wanna drag this post TOO long tho, so if you want me to list all the confusing details that aren't clear or consistent with titan magic you can ask later.

point being, i have less an issue that the collectors got them as much as that this scenario happened and that despite this, and despite knowing the cult, and also being sad about king talking about the titans being wiped out....that the show then says he doesn't understand the concept of death? Like for his arc in WAD to work, you have to believe he doesn't know how death works, but then he has moments like these were you have to ask how? If he thinks they can be saved you think he'd have a different reaction, you'd think he'd try to revive them, why would he feel guilty over them being "Wiped out" if he has no idea what that means and he knows it can be fixed in his head. His whole arc rests on this detail and a lot sorta bungles it.

Like they have this whole scene where collector is supposed to think king is out to get him (As kinda pointless as it was really), but like....if collector doesn't get death....what does he think king means by "Permanent solution" that he gets so upset about it? Cause he heard king say no imprisonment so like....?????

not to mention the chapter about genocide he scribbled out, like what does he think genocide is if he doesn't get death? why does he get so upset about it?

you can totally have this story about an immortal god who learns about death, but with all these extra details it becomes harder to understand why collector doesn't get it and it becomes a bit hard to believe. Is he meant to be in denial? it doesn't seem like that was the intent?

collector also is the point where you notice the trend for redeeming characters in this show tends to be revealing they were just manipulated the whole time, making them a lovable goofball, and them being in the gang. It was fine when it's just a couple times, but it does wear out it's welcome when you realize a lot of them don't get too really account for their actions all to much.

Collector does apologize, but really that's the extent of it outside of turning people back, he just kinda leaves everyone to deal with part of his mess. it would of been nice to have one villian who admits they are at fault without it being blamed on someone else and gets screentime to repent. (Lilith is the closest but she is mostly gone after s1)

now, in PT's case, we never see the scene itself to know how it came off, and i think the intention is for him to come off flawed so him attacking collector in rage could kinda work. But it also is contrasted by his scenes treating him as objectively right outside of this one thing, so even tho the attempt was to turn him into just a dude capable of mistakes, the show kinda still ended up leaning on him being a bit too perfect still for me.

Which doubly is weird because yeah, him being in the inbetween opens a WHOLE can of worms, like how come he doesn't use those cubes ever to talk to anyone on the show? If he has control over showing glyphs, why did ne never do it to anyone besides luz? is it just because of king because he didn't do it for eda? Also how come the other dead titans aren't there with him? Like is this an adult titan thing because some of the skulls looked like they could be from some adults?

The whole thing makes it sound like he didn't care to help until his son was involved, and even then, when he found someone he liked to ask to help.

and hey, i could be cool with the idea the titan is a bit selfish and just cares about who she cares about, and not most other citizens of the isles, but it doesn't come off like that was the intent either.

and yeah, it does raise the question why the titan never just....talked to collector in his prison? like how much power does he have in that place? am i supposed to believe she can't move from that spot? Can he not use the cubes to talk to collector? there's no clear concept of the limits in this episode so you just ask why TD doesn't do certain things the show never proves he can't do.

introducing a figure in this way recontextualizes the whole show now, so now you have to think back and wonder more things like this knowing this info.

i think had we seen titan dad do it in a flashback, and maybe it was a moment of anger and non thinking it could work actually, but we don't get that so that leaves us to think many different things and those all can give us different opinions on her character.

so i think we both have issues, but different kinds of issues.

[rottytops]

squid thoughts after finalfest...

readmore bc i dont think anyone cares or even knows who runs this blog anymore but anyways

squids huh...........i have such a weird and intimate relationship with splatoon, i was SO into it when s1 came out i literally wouldnt shut up about it, i was on fucking. SQUIDBOARDS everyday pre-release sucking up all the info i could on splats, and i played it to absolute death too. at the end of s1 for final fest i was in a really weird housing situation bc i was leaving college and my like 2 month lease at my apartment i couldnt afford was running out, but i dont think i had a tv or something? so i had to use the apartment's like...public office room to play that final fest at like 2AM (i was team marie of course)

then splat 2 happened and i think splatoon was like, my entire life for several years no joke. i fell into a big splatoon community, got really into making splatoon art and OCs, had tons of splat friends, it was kind of a whirlwind. splatoon was the launching pad i used to get into freelancing commissions which is really funny in retrospect because i could not and still cannot figure out how to draw the inkling mask to save my life.

those were really really fun days and i still consider 2 the peak of my interest in the series as well as my favorite splat game + idol group, the good days in my splat fanbse didnt last forever though since my mental health and the difficulties of freelancing ate me alive in a way that im only just now recovering from, but that doesnt tarnish the memory or anyhting, the friends i made during s2's run are some of the closest ive ever had and im still with them even today, so i guess in a way splatoon 2 affected my life in a way only comparable to like...the disgaea series which is REALLY SAYING SOMETHING

but that brings me to 3 which is definitely when i fell off of the splat boat and wanted to move on. to be honest a lot of drama happened post 2's end that made me not wanna look at splat 3 at all but of course i caved and bough it anddddddd barely even played it, lol...i missed a ton of the catalog battle pass things and didnt feel the need to play that much, i didnt even get side order until like 2 months ago... it makes me sad to think that something so important to me is just not quite for me anymore, even if i love it dearly, part of that i think is just ive accepted im REALLY BAD AT SHOOTERS no matter what. a million hours in 1 and 2 and my aim is still super bad, i was able to get all X rank in S2 but in S3 i can barely land my shots or use my brella and had to swap to the 52 gal...its embarassing! i think id get really into a splatoon RPG or something, so maybe they just need to make a splatoon spinoff for me to get absurdly hooked to it but for now im pretty content closing a book on playing the games

but man, final fest made me realize how much splatoon has done for me over the years, i think ill always adore the world and its characters, even if i dont keep up with the games very much. im a little miffed team past won beecase even if i love the squid sisters, i reaaaally dont wanna see them doing more idol stuff. let those bitches retire!!! theyre like 30 now and still doing the same songs and outfits they wore nearly 10 years ago!! aauuhg, though i guess me caring so much about virtual squid idols shows how much the series still means to me...

i dont have any closing thoughts and i dont think anyone read this far either but it does feel very nice to word vomit on my blog which i. do not do. anymore. for some reason..

i love splatoon a lot i think, maybe i should just draw squids without playing the games...i think ill do that...

[fates-theysband]

i caught a glimmer of what i was hoping to see

a fic loosely based on the events of literally every damb loop where i first learn to meditate in an outer wilds run. what if i ended up stranded on your island (and we were both loop aware theyliens 😳😳😳😳😳)

cws: none of this is actually Depicted but there's implications of asphyxiation and suicide as well as canon-typical mention of apocalypse scenarios

words: more than i planned! (1.8k)

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Traveler’s Log, Loop #…I’ll figure it out later!

When I break this loop I’m probably REALLY going to regret putting this in my ship log. I can already hear Hornfels bending my ear for using a research and discovery documentation tool as my diary, but my options are writing it down or telling someone about it. And…well, Hal would tease me so hard I might actually die from it, I feel like it’d be really insensitive to tell Zirc something like this after what happened last time I stuck around Timber Hearth, and anyone else would be weirded out that I’m telling them something this personal. So I’m writing it down.

Let me set the scene. I’d finally managed to land on the Orbital Probe Cannon—trying to chase it down without getting caught in Giant’s Deep’s gravitational pull is hard enough but actually maneuvering yourself to land on the landing pad without breaking anything important? Forget it—and I was investigating inside when…I’m not proud of this, but I saw that weird cloudy moon again, and I realized the cannon was hurtling toward it. “This is great!” I thought to myself. “Landing on it with my ship didn’t work, but maybe if I were to jump out of that big empty spot where the tracking module broke off once the cannon gets close enough? I just gotta keep eyes on it…”

Bad news, it didn’t work. Something about getting close to the moon counts as “ceasing observation” whether you’re in your ship or not. And not only did it not work, but in the process of it not working I was left with my jetpack fuel running on empty so there was no way I was making it back to my ship unless I wanted to drain my O2 in the process. Good news, I didn’t drift off into space and get stranded again! Definitely didn’t need a repeat performance of loop 4. Dark side of the bad news, I did almost take an island to the face. Again. But this time it was flying up at me instead of falling down at me. Which I guess means it would technically be a different way to reset than I did before?

The point is, the island didn’t hit me this time. I was able to get a grip on one of the branches on a cliffside tree before it fell back beneath the cloud cover. Not a great situation, but it’s a lot better than being stranded in space or plummeting into the ocean with no landmasses in sight. I could climb down once the island could reasonably be considered terra firma and go from there. Not ideal, but I could probably recover?

Well, hypothetical future reader who hopefully will be post-loop me about to delete this and write in a real journal and not ground control thinking that this is going to lead to actual information Outer Wilds Ventures can use, the suffering did not end there! I’d been too busy, you know, hearing my heart pounding in my ears after the moon disappeared to notice any other sounds around me, nor did I really have a lot of time to look down before grabbing onto that branch, or figure out how far up I was, or check how sturdy the branch was, or make basically any judgments about whether this was really a better idea than getting stuck in space again, I just knew that it was an option that was not getting stuck in space again. Which was enough for me.

Anyway, the second the island hit the water, the branch I was holding on to snapped and I plummeted to a different kind of doom entirely–I somehow managed to not land on anything that would hurt me too bad physically, but…I feel like I’m going to die from embarrassment just typing this. I landed on Gabbro. Broke one of their hammock strings. Made them drop their flute, saw it get swept away in the few seconds the island went underwater, so I had that on my conscience too. Surprised I didn’t hurt them, or at least they didn’t give any indication that I did.

What’s even worse is that they were still cool about it. They just chuckled and said, “Hey, time buddy. Nice of you to drop in.” I’m sure they weren’t trying to twist the knife but stars above did it feel so much worse to hear them remind me that hey! If I’d embarrassed myself this bad in front of anyone else they’d at least forget once the sun went and everything reset, but there was nothing I could do to ensure Gabbro would forget this.

I was in a worse panic mode at this point than I had been when I was in space. I scrambled to my feet, reached down to try and help them up. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Oh, stars above, I’m so sorry, I don’t know how I didn’t see you, or hear you, or–”

They shook their head and made no move to stand up. “Relax, you just knocked the air out of me. And hey, that’s what I planted the trees to help with so, no big deal.”

“At least let me help you set your hammock back up, I feel awful for knocking it down like that. Oh, stars above, this is just like last year’s village fair all over again…” 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I don’t feel like getting up again,” they answered, putting a hand behind their head and relaxing more (which, it was wild to realize that Gabbro is capable of relaxing more than they already have whenever I see them). “And I heard they were able to patch that hole in the observatory roof just fine. You’d never be able to tell if you didn’t see it happen.” They patted the ground next to them and looked expectantly (I think? The helmets are polarized. Hard to tell what expression anyone is making) up at me.

“Whoever told you that was lying, it’s so obvious what happened.” I sat down next to them, drawing my knees to my chest. I could still hear my heart beating in my ears. “I…really don’t understand how you take everything so in stride. Even knowing it was an accident and everything’s going to reset, how aren’t you at least annoyed that I ruined your whole setup?”

They attempted a shrug–it didn’t look very much like one from the position they were in, but I got the point. “What would that do? I’ll wake up in a few minutes and have to set the whole thing back up anyway. Until then, the sand is soft, and my flute’s probably hanging out with my ship somewhere, so it’s not lonely. And you’re here with me, so it’s a fair trade.” 

I could have passed out. I feel like I’m going to pass out typing this down after the fact. What did they mean, “and you’re here with me, so it’s a fair trade”? I definitely couldn’t say anything normal in response to that–I think I tried to but I made some kind of weird choking noise instead before spluttering out “Thank you.” Not my finest…er, 22-minute loop period.

Gabbro snickered a bit as they sat up, just enough to meet my eyes. “You are so welcome, buddy. And, uh, by the way…what were you doing in that tree?”

“I did something stupid and dangerous that I thought would work, it didn’t, your island was in grabbing distance, and I figured it was better than drifting out to space and emptying both my tanks chasing after the probe cannon to get back to my ship.” I could feel my face burning as I quickly rushed the explanation out. They probably weren’t going to say any more extremely sweet things to me after hearing that.

“Wow,” they responded, lying back down. “Wish I could think on my feet like that. I’d probably still be up there if that was me. Then I’d have to use my secret technique to skip to the end.”

I stood extremely corrected. And also a little alarmed. “That’s…kinda morbid.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not what you’re thinking. I meditate. It’s a lot less painful.” They went quiet for a moment, as if they were thinking about something. “How long has it been since you woke up?”

“Like…between getting here, exploring the probe cannon, my little ill-fated spacewalk, and running into you, I’d say at least seventeen minutes?” I looked up at the sky as though I’d see anything but clouds. I didn’t. “I can’t see the sun so it’s hard to tell.”

“Want me to teach you? Shouldn’t take long. You seem like you could use the mental break.”

They had me there. It was kinda sad to think about cutting it short when I’d finally gotten to a point where I wasn’t convinced they thought I was a loser and a terrible astronaut, but hey. If nothing else, I could rest assured neither of us would forget. I nodded. “Yeah, go for it.”

“Cool. Just lay back and close your eyes,” they said, already seeming to slow down their breathing.

I obliged, stretching out from my curled up sitting position and lying down on my back next to them. They were right. The sand was soft. I was closing my eyes as I felt something wrap around my hand, and turned to notice Gabbro’s hand in mine.

It was hard to tell with the helmet, but they turned their head away in what I thought (hoped?) might have been shyness or embarrassment. “Oh. You know, in case the island gets flung into space again. Don’t wanna get separated.”

For the first time since this loop began, I smiled. “Yeah. Would defeat the purpose of the whole exercise.” I turned my head back to face the sky and gave their hand a squeeze as I closed my eyes again. “What’s the next step?”

“Only other step there is. Take deep, slow breaths. Match my breathing, if you want. It’ll be the next loop before you know it.”

I don’t know how long the two of us laid there, breathing in sync, slowly, gently. I know that when I opened my eyes I was on Timber Hearth, looking up at Giant’s Deep, watching the cannon explode again. And I know that Slate made some remark about how I must have had a good dream because I was smiling when I got up. And I know…

Oh, stars above, how long have I been writing this? The sun’s huge. There’s no way I can get anything done this loop. Time to see if that technique will work again. Tourmaline out.

[datoneboardedguy]

Sith Rey x M/R lemon.. (Disclaimer I DON’T OWN STAR WARS OR IT’S CHARACTERS!)

After Ben’s Death Rey felt empty & lost since her literal other half was gone, she couldn’t focus on pursuing a path of starting a new Jedi Order to start teaching new Jedi recruits & eventually fell into despair & eventually gave into the Dark Side becoming a sith like her grandfather before her Sheeve Palpatene but he wasn’t able to possess her DUE TO HIS SITH ESSENCE BEING DESTROYED & ALL. She went on a rampage across the galaxy until she felt a sudden tremor in the force similar to the tremor she felt whenever she was connected to Ben Solo, not wanting to be alone in the living force anymore Rey sets out to find this mysterious Force User to reestablish her Force Dyad connection with this mysterious Force User.

Meanwhile on Dre’ Dah: (a new rainforest like planet)

M/R was hunting for the local wildlife for food when he suddenly has a feeling of both dread & lust coursing through his body which makes him lose focus on his prey & the animal his hunting gets the drop on him & almost kills him. Luckily for him when he reaches his hand out on instinct & to his surprise stops the attacking predator in mid air, then pushes his hand outward again to push the animal into a giant (Venus fly trap looking) plant chomping down on it killing it instantly. After m/r breaths a sigh of relief he checks the animals remains to see if he salvage it’s meat for food then realise it’s all been spoiled by the giant plants poisonous sap & heads back to his oddly hexagon shaped medal cave empty handed. Since he could remember he’s lived in this cave not knowing why it’s there but also not caring since it’s specific location kept him safe away from the hostile environment outside, he sets up a camp fire & sits down by the fire wondering what just happened to him out there since it nearly got him killed & cost him his dinner. It’s never happened to him before & he’s unable to process how he’s able to move that animal with his mind but after thinking on it long enough not being able to make sense of it all he decides to get some sleep & regain his strength for tomorrows hunt.

In m/r’s dreams:

A hooded shadow looms over the horizon, m/r feels the same surge of dread & lust again not knowing why. He see’s the hooded figure come into view with an hourglass looking figure slowly walking down the hill & he see’s those bright hypnotic glowing orange eyes & realised the danger he’s in. He wants to run but his legs don’t want to move at all, as this figure gets closer he realised that the figure is a woman. She looks to be around his age with pale white skin & bright orange eyes, she’s wearing a black robe with a weird (nunchuck looking) device. She now stands just inches in front of me then leans in closer & cups her hands on the sides of my cheeks, I instinctively close my eyes & wait for what comes next.

Sith Rey: “You’ll be mine soon..”

The next morning:

M/R jerks up sits up awake heavily breathing in a cold sweat briefly panicking after what he just dreamed about since it felt soo real & who was that scary yet very attractive woman he was just dreaming about which confused the ship out of him since he’s never seen a single person other than himself in his entire life yet alone a woman but his train of thought was interrupted by the sound of his growling stomach & decides to shrug it off for now & go hunting for food.

Meanwhile in Rey’s Millennium Falcon:

Rey was following the source of the force tremor tracing the tremor to it’s source with the force while navigating through Hyperspace which eventually led her an unknown planet that’s apparently called Dre’ Dah?!.. “What kind of planet name is that?!” She then senses that the force user she’s looking for is on that planet so she decides to land on the planet’s surface. Sensing her connection getting stronger by the second as her ship touches down on the surface, “I’m coming for you, whoever you are & you’ll be my mine!”

M/R’s POV:

While hunting your feelings of dread & lust returns & your hunt ends up being interrupted by the sound of a loud noise from above the forest you look up to see a giant disc looking object falling towards the ground but when it makes impact there’s no explosion or loud noise (since m/r has spent all of his life in isolation alone on a planet where there’s no SW technology of any kind he doesn’t know what the a Space Ship is) so he gets curious & heads to where he saw the disc land. As he was getting closer he his dread & lust was getting stronger & stronger with each passing moment, he’s now hearing voices of the woman from his dreams in his head basically begging him to find her.

Sith Rey’s POV:

I’m getting close I now can sense that the person is guy my age & his force potential has just awakened & his powers are growing more stronger by the second & is primed for a Dyad connection so she opens the Ships doors turned off all of ships systems & lighting with only a handful of red lights to make sure her new guest is able navigate the ship.

M/R’s POV:

After traversing through the jungle a while longer I finally found a clearing where the flying disc was hiding in, I then hear the woman’s voice in my head again telling me to enter the flying disc that she apparently called “a Ship” & against my better judgement I obliged. As I was walking up the entrance ramp my dread & lust increased tenfold, I’m now wondering through the halls of this ship looking for the source of all of this then I enter a very luxurious looking bedroom & sensed that someone is in doorway behind me & she senses my awareness & says “Hello there m/r, I’ve been looking for you..” I turned around to see her the woman from my dream, she’s even more beautiful in person. “W-Who are you?..” “I’m Rey, you’re not bad looking yourself..” “ How did-“ “-I know what you’re thinking? I can see into your mind, your thoughts dwell on my beauty.” My eyes widen as I feel her inside my mind just going through my whole life the sensation was oddly arousing I wonder why? “Because of our Dyad is getting stronger by second, I feel our connection growing stronger the closer we are to each other. Soon we’ll rule the galaxy as lovers! I know you feel the same way..” overwhelmed by the excitement of being in close proximity with Rey’s I’m suddenly drawn to get closer & closer to her until like the dream we were just inches apart from each other her breath is intoxicating as she leans in seductively whispering into my left ear “Give in..” then into my right ear “Become my Apprentice..” then looks at me in the eyes as she cups both of my cheeks in her cold petite hands & says “Learn to use the DARK SIDE OF THE FORCE!..” I get lost in those hypnotic glowing orange sith eyes of hers & lustfully said “Yees!..” & she instantly closed the distance between us to pull into a very lust filled kiss & I happily returned the kiss Rey then seductively whispers in my left ear “Very good, ..my Apprentice!..” then we continued our make out session as I put my hands around her waist I feel a massive amount energy surging from her mouth into mine filling me with Power that I could only dream of & suddenly feeling the lust rising up in both of us I open my mouth to let her tongue dominate mine & with every sexual advancement we made on each other our powers only grew stronger & soon we stripped each other naked using the force as pushed onto the bed she crawls on top of me & lowers her womanhood down onto my hard shaft until I was completely inside her & we started intensely making out as we thrusted into each other, while using the force to infuse unbelievable amounts of pleasure to each other as we were pounding away at each other the forced induced pleasure is going through the roof then Rey moans out “Oh M/R I’m about to CUUM!..” I also moan out “ME TOO!..” & as we climax together we both uncontrollably moaned in a distorted dark side voices I feel her sith electricity coursing through both of our bodies inducing more pleasure into our shared orgasms & suddenly my eyes turn bright orange just like Rey’s & my skin also becomes pale white like hers she sighs in relief & says “Our Force Dyad Bond is finally complete, my apprentice. Together we’ll rule the galaxy with an iron fist..” “Yes my lovely lord..” “You want to go a few more rounds?..” Rey says with a smirk “You never have to ask..” I reply back. she let’s out a slight giggle. We then spent the rest of the night going at it again & again, then the next day we set off to conquer the Galaxy together as Sith Emperor & Empress!..

The End..

[agaytransrat]

It's just a phase,at least we thought it was ||Tarry|| (Darry X Tim Shepherd)

Gunna start posting a new fanficcccc

Why? Because I’m bored and have nothing better

Ch.1: That night

It was a typical late afternoon for both friends,Darry Curtis and Tim shepherd. Darry and Tim have been close friends for a long time,ever since they can remember they have always been very close. This one afternoon they were hanging out like always. Getting a couple of drinks,and then taking a walk to the lot. It usually ended all the same;Tim would have one too many drinks,and Darry would take him back to his place. But this time was a little different

Darry is not the one to get drunk or hung over,since he has to take care of his kid brothers Ponyboy and Sodapop. But Darry kinda got carried away this one afternoon and got a little tipsy. This was kind of a surprise to Tim,since he's never really seen Darry drunk in all of their friendship. Darry was laughing historically as he talked about something random.

"So TheN I waS likE! Hic No!" Darry said,slurring his words.

Tim laughed at Darry,as he thought it was funny on how much he was slurring his words.

"Hic BuT thEn he sAid Hic no BaCk!" Darry slurred again,laughing his ass off

They keep walking around the lot,Darry telling some random ass story and Tim laughing at them. Tim was enjoying this side of Darry. It wasn't strict, stern,or Hard. It was soft,sweet,and..loving. Now don't get him wrong,Darry was already loving in his own ways. But this just felt..different to him.

As they walked around,with Darry stumbling on literally anything. Darry made himself trip and he started to fall the ground.

"Shit-" Tim grabbed Darry's arm,making sure he didn't fall on the ground. He then pulled him up towards him,maybe a little to fast,as they both fell over. Darry landed on top of Tim,with their faces almost touching. Tim could feel his hot breath on his lips

"Whoops- uh- sorry man. Guess I pulled ya' up to fast" He said,trying not to make anything awkward.

"WoaH. YoUr eyeS arE vEry prEtty" Darry said as he stared deeply in Tim's eyes. Tim was about to thank him for the compliment but he was cut off by Darry.

"You AlsO haVe a VERY sExy fAce" He laughed,admiring Tim's face.

He paused.

What did Darry just say? Is he joking? Did he mean it literally? I mean I think the same thing. Wait- no I don't- I don't think that-

His head was flooded with thoughts. He was trying to figure out if Darry was joking or not.

"Are You hOt? YouR faCe is Red" Darry asks,staring deeply into Tim's eyes again.

"O-Oh- yeah. Just getting kinda hot" he said trying to to forget about what happened earlier.

Darry laughed "WhAt do YoU meAn kIndA? YoU're AlRedY Ho-"

Tim cut him off immediately by saying that they should get going. He didn't want another word coming out of Darry's mouth. Not in a bad way of course. He just needed some time to process this.

~Time Skip~

They got to the Curtis house,and through the window they saw that everyone was there. Darry walked in,still a little tipsy but not so tipsy that it was noticeable.

Tim just stood outside. He was thinking about what happened at the lot. Darry probably didn't mean it but- maybe he did? But this was wrong. He can't like a guy. That's weird. Plus,he would be made fun of by everyone..maybe even Darry as well. He didn't wanna ruin anything between the two of them. What they had was special,special to Tim at least. He then got a flashback from there childhood

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"Hey? Are you ok?"

"Y-Yeah I'm ok man"

"Those boys really pushed you in the mud"

Well yeah- I was kinda in there way"

"But that doesn't give them the right to push you!"

"H-Heh"

"I'm Darrel Curtis by the way! But lots of people call me Darry. What about you man?"

"Oh- I'm Tim shepherd"

"Cool last name! You wanna be friends?"

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yeah!"

"Well yeah then! Let's be friends!"

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He snapped out of it when he heard lots of commotion coming from inside. He hesitated,before walking inside

Darry was talking with Soda about work stuff,Johnny,Dal,and Pony were all talking to each other,and Steve was talking with Two-Bit. He ignored all of them and just sat down on the couch. He learned his head back,closing his eyes.

God..why did he have to do that. I mean. Do I like him? O-Of course not. I don't like him. He's my best friend. But he was so sweet..and caring..and Ugh- I shouldn't be thinking this stuff. This is all wrong..wrong wrong wrong wrong WRONG! Plus,he wouldn't like me back anyways. He likes me as a friend..a-and I do too..

"Come on Darry,sit down man" Soda said,which snapped Tim out of his thoughts

"why?" Darry asked,a little confused on what was happening

"We can smell the alcohol off of you man" Dall added,rolling his eyes

Darry groan and sat down next to Tim on the couch. Tim didn't really care,he just kept staring at the ceiling.

~time skip~

Steve and Dal have left already,and Johnny stayed because his parents didn't care if he came home at all. Soda,Pony,and Johnny were in the room,Pony and Sodas room to be more exact. Which left Darry and Tim all alone. They sat there,talking about life. There we're talking like how they always do.

"Oh come on man. I wasn't that drunk" Darry said,you could practically see that he was drunk 1 hour ago.

"Pf- oh please Darry. You literally went up to a sewer drain and called for pennywise" Tim laughing,as that did actually happen.

Darry laughed,and Tim was caught off guard with that laugh. He always noticed that when Darry laughed,he would tip he head back a bit and he'd let out his laughter. He also liked how his laughed sounded. It was like a kid's laugh but if it was a bit deeper,but not so deep that it was creepy but deep enough to where it just sounded nice.

Darry sighed "man,I miss the old days." He was referring to there childhood. Tim and Darry shared lots of childhood memories. I mean,there's no memory of when there not together.

"Yeah. Same" Tim replied,as he could agree with his best friend.

~another time skip lol~

Tim could feel his eyes getting heavy,and yawning like crazy.

"Well well well,looks like the dog is tired" Darry teased with one of the stupid nickname he had gave Tim.

"I ain't-" Tim started but was cut off by his own yawn.

Darry laughed a bit "come on. Let's hang in my room"

Tim rolled his eyes but agreed. He was pretty tired and just wanted to lay down. They walked to Darry's and and Tim went straight for the bed. He laid down and Darry just sat next to him.

Tim groaned as he laid there,and Darry laughed at him.

"Ok question" Darry started "Past or Future?"

Tim sat up a bit confused on why Darry would ask this question,but now that he thought about it. What would be better?

He loved the past. It had little him,Darry,Soda,Steve,Two-Bit,Dal,Johnny,And Pony in it. It also had the Curtis parents in it..before the accident..but the past was amazing,even though there were some ups and downs back then. So many memories..but it would be nice to know what the future would be like. Maybe he'd would hook up with Darry in the future.

"I say future,because I wanna make more memories with you then go back to the old ones" Tim answered,and Darry was satisfied with that answer. He then laid down next to him

"Well you are right about that but I really like those old memories" Darry responded,and Tim wasn't surprised with his answer. He knew Darry loved the past and he did too,but he wanted to know what the future would be like.

"Well let me ask you this then" Tim said "same memories or new memories" he asked

Darry thought for a moment. He liked the old memory's but there eventually going to get really old to where they'll be forgotten

"Well,definitely new memories. Especially if you're gunna be in them" Darry answered

Tim and Darry looked over at each other and there eyes locked. It felt like something clicked between them. They keep staring at each other,there eyes not leaving each other's. They finally snapped out of it after a wile and they just laughed it off like they always have done.

"Yeah..I wanna make more memories with you..good memories"

[fictionkinfessions]

Actually, no, I've been thinking about it and after talking with my brother I wanna send in a mix of a fanon complaint and a disability post

All those people I've seen in the Borderlands fandom whenever I look up stuff for Gaige are like "oooh it'd be so nice to have her as a girlfriend! She'd fix up mechanical things and you could leave hickies on her neck!" all this "uwu STEM gf" bs

Like do y'all realize she literally watched a classmate BLOW UP in front of her?? Do yall realize she got chased by a corrupt police system and fell into a war at only 18yo?? Not to mention if you follow the lore through Borderlands 3 she is THE Vault Hunter who canonically kills Handsome Jack. That girl is a ball of trauma!

Which actually reminded me just how mentally fucked up I was as Gaige. Like it was bad enough I had AuDHD and dyslexia (including dyscalculia), and bipolar and bpd and anxiety as a kid, but I was also transfem, which is what caused Marcie to start to hate me for... some reason. Idk what was going on in her head.

I hate ice, so crash landing on the shelf added some kinda trauma, plus Roland decided making me, the youngest and smallest Vault Hunter, go find the Firehawk. That was fun /s. Lil tore him an absolute new hole for that one.

But at some point we figured out I also age regressed as young as like, 3? I don't know if we ever figured out the cause of that or even what triggered that. Sometimes I'd just be yelling about Marcie or something else traumatizing and then somehow through the rant I just started becoming less and less eloquent until it clicked for Lil that I was mentally smol and she stepped in to take care of me.

I wish this world cared about trauma results as much as Pandora did. No one on Pandora ever questioned that the things that had happened to me had severely damaged me in ways that may not have even been reparable. But they understood that it affected how I continued existing. They didn't shoot us weird looks if I had a meltdown and Lil had to physically try to hold me down. Even if it resulted in a somewhat comical, in hindsight, scene of her being dragged across the floor for a few feet.

Hell, they were even far more accepting of gender identity and personal interests. I said I was a girl, and they just rolled with it. Didn't matter that I was a scrawny flat-chested 5'3" kid who'd physically crawl inside runners and technicals to fix them. "Gaige says she's a girl, so she's a girl." Never a question of "but you like engineering" or "well what's in your pants". Those who I was close to got told that Eden-5 had exceptional medical care (at least in our canon) and that I was completely physically transitioned (and because of that care, able to carry my own kids). Otherwise? People just thought I was a cis girl who liked robots and computers. No one cared. I miss that place sometimes. Sure the bandits were annoying, but at least I didn't have people giving me the fifteenth degree just for existing

- it's that same Gaige kinnie who sent a message about cutting off her arm lol

x

[dorothy-rainbird]

Forgotten

Part 2

Warnings: mentions of death, traveller almost dies, so does Paimon, foul language, violence, weird monsters not from Teyvat??

Notes: hahahah exams *dies*

Here part 1

Summary: You die stopping your brothers form fighting, but somehow live? You lose all memory of them tho and get transported to another relam. And then you meet four years later.

Four years later…

Location: Dawn Winery, Mondstadt

Time: 1:00 am.

Footsteps echoed in the dark halls. They belonged to none other than the Darknight hero. Why was he up so late though? God knows. The walking continues. Everybody is asleep except him, who just came back from his usual abyssal creature hunting. He still keeps walking…until he stops when his eyes land on a room at the end of the hall. A room that had been locked for the past four years. He forcefully tore his eyes away from that room. He’s already tired and doesn’t need the reminder of a tragedy.

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Time: 8:23 am

Location: The Adventures Guild, Mondstadt City

“Ad Astra Abyssosque! Traveler, just the person who I was looking for!” Katheryne greeted them with a warm smile.

“Let Paimon guess…another super duper dangerous commission that needs the traveller’s help huh?” The floating fairy huffed and crossed her arms. Her guess was true though because that’s what has been happening for the past few times. The traveller merely gave a curious expression.“What is it about?” they asked.

“I’m glad you asked, this is a major commission and no other adventures, no matter how experienced, could not complete it. In fact, they are yet to be back.” Katheryne gave a sad expression.

“W-what do you mean “yet to be back”?! Did they get lost or something? Did they-“ Paimon gasped at the thought.

“Paimon, calm down it can’t be that bad, right?” the traveler tried to calm the panicking pixie but also fell into doubt. What is it this time?

“The condition of the adventures is unknown. We lost all contact with them and can’t tell wether they are dead or alive. It’s like they disappeared from the face of Teyvat.”

“EEEK! THATS SCARY AAHHH NOPE NOPE-“ Paimon shrieked and hid behind the traveler.

“Paimon we literally did fight god on a daily basis come on it can’t be that bad. Say Katheryne, what is this commission anyways?” the traveler asked. They were curious. Who knows? Maybe disappearing people could be some abyss problem. And where there is abyss, there is sibling. There is a small chance.

“Yes ahem, There has been suspicious activity going on in the thousand winds temple. The most we know is that there has been a giant pit with no end and that whoever falls in it never returns. A few abyss mages have also been spotted at this site. Other info…”Katheryne filled them with the details while traveler and Paimon got the worse déjà vú. They just came back from their adventure from the chasm. What’s with this place and cursed pits?!

But they did catch a glimpse of their sibling in that chasm…and there were abyss mages there so this is definitely their doing. Who knows, maybe they’ll find something else that’s useful on their quest to find their sibling.

“…is all I can fill you with regarding this commission. Do you wish to acce-“

“I accept this commission.” The traveler said. They were determined and confident that this will help them.

“TRAVELER WE JUST CAME BACK FROM A CURSED PIT WHY DO Y-“

“I knew I could count on you! Ad Astra Abyssosque traveler, good luck!” Katheryne gleefully wished them.

“STOP CUTTING PAIMON OFF!” Paimon angrily stomped her foot on air.

“Don’t worry Pai, it can’t be that bad!”

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Time: ???

Location: ???

It was really bad.

Why did they even accept this commission? Traveler and Paimon wonder as they are injured, surrounded and outnumbered by creatures they can’t even begin to describe.

They look like humans but horribly mutated. Some were giants with heads too large for their bodies. Some were small but had oversized or undersized limbs. Some had no limbs. Some were missing a whole half of their bodies. Some were just parts of bodies. All of them had one thing in common though, one ugly white eye on random parts of their “bodies”.

How did they even end up in this hell of Teyvat?

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Time: 10:14 am

Location: Thousand Winds Temple

“I think this is the site of commission. Look there’s the cursed pit!”

The traveler and Paimon arrived where Katheryne had directed them to. Funnily enough there were no abyss mages or any monsters in sight there. It was oddly peaceful. The sun was shining, there were no clouds, the animals were scurrying around looking for food! It made them feel at ease.

“Huh, looks like an ordinary pit to Paimon, except it seems to be really really deep. Wonder what caused this..” Paimon and traveler stopped at the edge of the pit. True, it seemed ordinary with zero magical traces around it. The only problem was that it’s diameter was unsettlingly large, large enough to drop Azdaha in it. How did this even appear here in the first place? They were thinking of the possibilities until….

Everything went black.

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“…er”

…..

“….aveler”

……

“TRAVELER!”

Traveler jumped awake. What happened?!?

“Traveler thank archons you are awake!” Paimon cried and hugged them. She was trembling and and seemed terrified. Traveler hugged them and rubbed her back to soothe her. They looked around. Where are they…?

It seemed to be the thousand winds temple but disturbing. Very disturbing. The sky was red. The sun or what seemed to be it was covered by a large black object whose darkness was oozing around the sky like veins. It only provided a dim source of red light. Looking at the ground and surroundings. The ruins were even more broken. There were thick black vines everywhere. The trees were dry and completely covered by such vines. No animals or signs of life nearby.

“Paimon…w-where are we..?” Traveler managed to gasp out as they stared in horror. Was this some sort of dream? The pain in their whole body said otherwise.

“P-paimon doesn’t know! The l-last thing Paimon s-saw before b-b-blacking out was us f-falling!” Paimon said between her tears. Now a pit formed in traveler’s stomach. Did they fall in that pit…?

That can’t be good…they need to get out of he-

A figure interrupted traveler’s thoughts. Someone was there. Someone was approaching them in the temple. They felt hope. Maybe this person can answer their questions! Their hope however, was quickly turned into horror when the figure came close enough to be properly observed.

And when observed, it was anything but human.

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No matter how many times they hacked and slashed at these creatures, no damage was done. They kept healing. Some cut off parts multiplied into new creatures. Elemental power wasn’t working at all.

The traveler and Paimon were hopeless and on the verge of death.

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Some where at a distance…

A group of 5 stared at the commotion by the traveler.

“Looks like we got new faces here. And they don’t seem to be welcomed properly.” A voice from the group spoke.

“I sure can see that. Jeez they sure are putting up a fight.” A second voice huffed.

“Are we gonna help them or leave them as zombie food?” A third voice asked.

“Of course we have to! Can’t you see the condition they are in?!? It will be a shame if that cute little pixie dies!” A fourth voice shrieked out.

“Well we are still full on supplies. Y’all up?” ….the fifth voice spoke.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Let’s do this!”

“Don’t worry little pixie!”

“LETS GOOOOO-“

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Traveler fell to their knees. They were too broken to fight. Paimon helplessly clung onto their head, crying and shouting something they couldn’t hear. It was no use…the monsters kept coming and coming. Maybe this is how they die, huh? There was nobody to save th-

BOOM

A large explosion just happened, clearing a massive amount of the monsters swarming them! From the smoke, five silhouettes appeared. They didn’t have time to react as the silhouettes quickly jumped to battle. They were effectively taking down those monsters like they were slimes.

One of them was moving so fast it appeared as if they teleported ambushed the enemies. Another, used a large cannon to shoot large masses of energy and blew the monsters into pieces. Third, used a a sharp whip, whose strike cut the creatures into shreds. The fourth one, they were some sort of toxic gas making enemies drop dead. Lastly the fifth one attacked bombs.

Soon the all monsters were cleared and only their ashes remained.

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The figures approached the traveler and their pixie. Traveler’s eyes were on the brink of closing yet they still held Paimon protectively. One of the figures crouched down next to them to inspect them. It was the fifth one.

Traveler finally saw their face. They had round yet fierce (e/c) eyes and short messy (h/c) hair. Their face was littered with scars of burns and cuts. Could it be because of explosion accidents? Who is this person…?

Soon traveler blacked out.

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Time: 5:00 pm.

Location: Dawn Winery, Mondstadt

Traveler woke up with a loud gasp. Pausing for a moment, the took deep breaths and observed their surroundings. It’s Dawn Winery? What are they doing here? WAIT WHERE IS PAIMON??

The jumped out of bed, half clothed and patched up. They didn’t care. Need Paimon safe.

They slammed open the door. And that caught the attention of master Diluc and his pixie companion downstairs.

“Traveler you’re awake!” Paimon shrieked happily and flew up to hug them. They were washed with relieved and hugged Paimon back.

“Are you okay Paimon? Are you hurt? What happened?”

“Calm down will ya? Turns out Paimon also blacked out with you. Then, when she woke up, she was here! Turns out Master Diluc was out on his Captain Pyro duties near the temple because of the abyss mages and he found us there.”

“It seems you are awake, but I advise you go back to bed and lay down. Your injuries aren’t healed yet.” It was Diluc this time. He glanced up at the traveler by then looked away blushing because they were only half clothed

“A-ahem, also your clothes are by your bed. Feel free to call Adelinde for help.”

“GASP MASTER DILUC DONT LOOK AT THE TRAVELER!” Paimon screeched trying to cover them up.

“M-my apologies…” Diluc merely walked away flushed.

“Whew t-that was awkward…you know I should probably go dress properly…” traveler rubbed their cheek in embarrassment.

“Okie dokie! Paimon will be off to explore the winery so cya later!” Paimon gave a thumbs up and then proceeded to disappear to god knows where.

Before heading back to the room, something caught the traveler’s eye. It was a door at the end of the hall. The door was open and the room was dark. Something was calling them. They didn’t want to snoop but their gut was begging them to go, and so the let their feet carry them to that room.

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It was a simple room yet dusty room. Spiders probably live here now. There was a a window at the end and a bed under it. A few drawings and plushies laid on the shelf. Everything had a heavy layer of dust.

‘Must be a child’s room…’ they thought. They looked around until something made them stop dead. On the floor, was a picture. Traveler picked it up.

It was the picture of three children, hugging and laughing innocently on a tree. On the left end was none other than Master Diluc in his youth. His eyes were so big and cute! On the right end was…Kaeya? He seemed kinda scared being on top of a tree. It was strange seeing those two together like that. Wonder what their history was…

Finally between them, was an unknown child with cute round eyes like Diluc’s. Traveler stared at them for a while. And then…it clicked.

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“MASTER DILUC! MASTER DILUC!”

Diluc heard the traveler shout his name. He turned around and here they were, panting and huffing.

“Traveler is everything alright?” He asks concerned.

“Listen, please don’t get mad but this is important. I-I saw a room at the end of a hall a-and I didn’t mean t-to-“

“Listen, I won’t get mad, just calm down. Take deep breaths and take your time to speak.” Diluc calmed and reassured the traveler. How could they possibly get him mad? He thought.

The traveler took a few breaths and then spoke.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to snoop but the room at the end of the hall, it was open and for some reason I felt the urge to go there. I saw a picture on the ground an-“ before they could finish a dark shadow formed over Diluc. All of his warm reassuring look was gone.

“I prefer not to talk about it.” He simply stated with a hollow look.

“No no, please hear me out! The child in the mid-“ the traveler tried to finish.

“Please go back to rest.” Diluc turned around ready to leave. Frustrated, the traveler shouted-

“THEY SAVED MY LIFE JUST A WHILE AGO.”

With that, Diluc froze at where he stood.

[neon-green-reagent]

Yet Another 50 Underrated Horror Films

I guess most people would want to talk about the best movies they watched in the past year, but I thought this would be a more fun way of ending 2022. Let me give you some links to other lists before I get started, in case you are into this and just cannot get enough. Well, allow me to be of service.  

The First 50 

The Second 50 

UFO Movies 

Mad Science Movies 

Aquatic Movies

Found Footage Movies 

Heavy Metal Movies 

Werewolf Movies 

Eyes of Fire : Back in old timey pioneer days, a group of people get cast out from their community because their preacher is a sex fiend. So they find their own place. That is full of evil fae magic and ghosts and stuff, and things get wonderfully weird. 

Highway To Hell : It’s Orpheus but full of puns and dumb jokes and incredible special effects. My favorite bit is about the road to hell being paved with good intentions. Also, Adam Storke is in this... You know, Larry from the 90s Stand miniseries. That guy. He’s great here. 

Shallow Ground : Ghosts. But so so so much cooler than just that. I don’t want to say too much. This one is all about the reveal. This teenager shows up naked and covered in blood, and everyone goes what the hell happened to him? And shit gets STRANGE.

Nightflyers : Adaptation of a George R.R. Martin short story that really needs a blu-ray release, like, yesterday. Beautifully 80s SF horror film full of weird, futuristic bullshit that I can’t get enough of. 

Beyond Dream's Door : What if A Nightmare On Elm Street were made on $3 and a ton of LSD? Take this trip, no pun intended. 

Night Vision : A guy that literally just fell off the turnip truck decides to be a writer in in THE BIG CITY. Which supernaturally chews him up and spits him back out. A cool, low budget time.

The Murder Mansion : Giallo! Two rather attractive people meet, fall in love instantly, and then get trapped in a murder mansion. That’s all you need for a giallo masterpiece really. 

Goke, Body Snatcher from Hell : An alien invasion that goes super hard. A plane crashes due to alien interference, and the survivors are faced with just... the scariest alien invasion of all time. This movie fucks. 

Island of Terror : Lil goo monster that kills you the moment it touches you. It feels like they were trying to do a Lovecraft thing, and it’s quaint and British with Peter Cushing. 

The Majorettes : One of those late 80s slashers that just keeps on giving. The first fifteen minutes were hilarious enough, and then the third act happens. There’s a siege? On a trailer park? In my slasher? 

Sometimes They Come Back... Again : Alexis Arquette (RIP) gives the performance of a lifetime as an undead thug who will fuck your daughter and your dad. Watch it for her. 

Sweet Home : Nothing is quite like a Japanese ghost story. This one throws some slasher tropes in there, too, with very over-the-top kills. Then it lands the dismount. Give me a blu-ray now please. 

Creature : Alien rip-off! Now hear me out. I am a sucker for those, but this is probably the best one in existence. Watch The Titan Find cut, as it’s the director’s preferred version, and I think it slaps. 

Candy Corn : Why isn’t this a Halloween classic? It’s like Trick r Treat meets Dark Night of the Scarecrow. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, that’s an incredibly good thing. Also, the kills are brutal. 

Auntie Lee's Meat Pies : Auntie Lee has lots of BEAUTIFUL nieces who attract dumb men that she puts into delicious meat pies. Good for her, right? Some rockers in bad wigs show up and... predictably become pies. 

Skinned Deep : If Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 had no limiters on. If they were ALL off. All of them. I mean, just all of them. Warwick Davis is having the time of his life here. And Surgeon General’s mask is made out of what you ask? Boyfriend material. 

Werewolves on Wheels : A biker gang stumbles across a cult having a ritual. This makes them become werewolves. And that’s awesome. 

Distortions : Olivia Hussey and Piper Laurie attempt to out act one another while both going completely out of their minds. Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. 

Phantom of the Mall: Eric's Revenge : When you’re such a simp for The Phantom you’ll watch a hunky version kick ass underground in a mall. Also, it’s a good slasher. With Pauly Shore being... actually a fun character. 

The Marsh : A children’s book writer moves to the country to rest and get inspired. Then ghost shit starts happening. Trust me, this movie goes around some bends I didn’t expect, and it’s really worth taking the ride. We love a good ghost mystery in this house.

Dead and Buried : The story kicks off with a photographer getting set on fire at the beach by an angry mob. And it doesn’t get less weird. Definitely more weird. It blew my mind, and I didn’t think that was possible after all I’ve seen. With Robert Englund before he was Freddy. 

Clearcut : Native American horror. This one is all about Graham Greene playing Arthur, a gleefully violent fellow with a lot of secrets. I kept thinking of Severen in Near Dark. The performance is that good, yes. 

Satan's Triangle : Made for TV movie about the Bermuda Triangle. But also the devil. With an ending that I’ll never stop thinking about. 

Night Shadow : A werewolf movie! Where the werewolf and some lady have a psychic connection. I think. I mean, I guess. And her brother knows kung-fu, but doesn’t use it to fight the werewolf. Some bad choices were made, but ultimately it’s a good-bad time. 

Tales from the QuadeaD Zone : From the maker of Black Devil Doll From Hell comes... this! A horror blaxploitation anthology that really... It really is real. Also, what’s a QuadeaD? Dunno. And that’s not a typo. That’s how it’s spelled. Watch this. You’ll thank me. Or hunt me down, not sure which.

Alien Predators : A horror comedy that is heavy on the goofball antics and low on the scares. But damn if those antics aren’t cuter because it’s Dennis Christopher partaking in them! 

Too Beautiful To Die : A late 80s giallo full of fucked up shit, a crazy murder weapon, and giallo’s favorite victim: fashion models. And I need to say 80s one more time to emphasize the true magic of this film. Okay, one more time: 80s!

All-American Murder : Christopher Walken. Ahem. Oh, you needed me to say something else? Well, murders. And lots of silly, silly, silly dialogue. And Walken gets to say a lot of it, too. 

The Killer Is Still Among Us : Another giallo. This one is all about the ending. I find a lack of resolution to be one of the scariest thing a horror film can do. Very effective. 

Slime City : A man has to eat people to keep from melting. It’s a tale as old as time. He goes full goblin mode by the end. Good old-fashioned melt movie. 

Flesheater : Directed by the guy who played the first zombie in Night of the Living Dead. The cemetery one. Not sure why that made him qualified to direct a film, and when you watch it, you’ll see that it didn’t. But that’s why it’s good. Because it’s amazingly bad. Also, directed The Majorettes from up there, if that’s any indication of what you’re getting into. 

All About Evil : Directed by Peaches Christ, this is an absolute love letter to horror cinema. Right down to the very theaters the movies play in. Cassandra Peterson stares at an Elvira poster. It’s that kind of movie. 

I, Madman : There need to be more movies like this. About the power of stories to come alive. One minute you’re reading a book. The next minute, the book is happening to you. Stars Jenny Wright, who deserved a better career. 

Grotesque : Linda Blair versus a gang of punks. Oh, excuse me. Punkers. That was one of my favorite parts, that they insisted on calling them punkers. Home invasion that goes completely WTF by the end. WTF endings are a theme with me. 

Hell High : A group of high school outcasts decide to terrorize their teacher. Not realizing a nudge will make her go postal. This movie is way better than it has any right to be, quite frankly. 

The Untamed : A Mexican SF horror film that is all about sex. It’s not SEXY. It’s ABOUT sex. And the need for it, the way it wrecks relationships, addiction to it, cheating, not being able to be true to yourself about your own identity or needs. It’s a lot. I love it. 

Death To Metal : I love to see heavy metal horror alive and well. An evil priest gets a toxic waste makeover and decides to take out his religious frustrations in a local dive hosting a rock concert. It’s low budget and full of love. 

Tropic of Cancer : Giallo! Again! With voodoo. Not accurate voodoo, don’t ever look for that in a horror film. But with magic and antics is what I really mean. And those antics are quite wild and fun. 

Final Judgment : Brad Dourif as a priest with a gun trying to catch a serial killer. Also, lots of strippers. If nothing about that makes you want to watch it, may I check your temperature? 

The Mangler : One of those bottom-of-the-barrel Stephen King adaptations with so much to give. Directed (well, in part, it sounds complicated) by Tobe Hooper. Starring Ted Levine. With an absolutely gigantic, evil, designed-by-Dracula laundry press.

Deep Blood : I haven’t seen every Jaws ripoff known to man. But why do I have the feeling this is the worst? If you want to relax with friends and laugh heartily over a multitude of poor choices and production mistakes, have I got the movie for you. 

Identity : How unknown is this? I mean, it has John Cusack and Ray Liotta in it. But I still feel like no one talks about it. Still needs way more love. And Then There Were None, but twists galore. And lots of great, fun performances. 

Retribution : A man attempts suicide right as a murder is taking place. The soul of the victim enters him and uses his body to exact vengeance. With a fantastic performance from Dennis Lipscomb and a lot of heart. 

The Devil's Men : Priest Donald Pleasence versus cult leader Peter Cushing. In a fight to the death. With a minotaur there as well. Place your bets!

The Stone Tape : Do you like Halloween III? The same guy wrote this. It has a similar blending of technology and the supernatural. And the supernatural tends to win in those scenarios... 

Benny Loves You : This is a flawed movie, but one thing is for certain: Benny is perfect. Benny loves us, and you’ll love him, too. A killer toy movie that’s a cut above the rest. 

It! (1967) : Of course, I had to include the year, because, no, I’m not talking about one of the most popular horror stories of all time. I’m talking about Roddy McDowall (doing a Psycho) and a golem. And murderous hijinks! 

Wind Chill : I know Christmas is over at the time of writing this, but this was a fantastic, underrated Christmas horror. A guy and a girl drive home from college in the snow and get stuck. Where a lot of people have gotten stuck before. And died. 

The Shuttered Room : We’re in Lovecraft country here. Yog Sothoth doesn’t show up, but a lot of other gothic trappings sure do. People locked up in attics. Getting harassed by locals who are itching to say YOU AIN’T FROM AROUND HERE, ARE YA? Covered in a layer of creepy sweat. With Oliver Reed! 

The Dead Hate The Living : Gotta end on a total banger. An independent film crew gets a little too zealous in making their horror flick and unleashes zombies upon themselves. With a ton of shoutouts and horror nerding, enough even for little old me. 

That does it! These are always a labor of love for me, and I hope there are those of you out there that get some mileage out of this. 

[kainscape]

Slashers with an S/O who talks in their sleep

@chibizombiebehindyou: Could you do the slashers (including Asa and Jesse) with a reader who talks in their sleep?

A/N: Decided to do this in a short prompt type of writing piece so I can practice writing short stories without going way overboard

A/N: okay maybe it’s not as short as I thought but hey, it’s not over 2 pages- yeah no it’s pretty lengthy 💀 and it’s not proofread ‼️

Bo Sinclair

It was a consuming and bone-breaking job that the Sinclair brothers did. Therefore, sleep was never guaranteed. But, with you? You decided on your own that you would keep yourself awake to see Bo come home in one piece. He always brushed your worry off as your so called obsession with him. After a few times of butchering your sleep schedule, it wasn't long before you were fast asleep when Bo retuned home. He made his way up the stairs, shedding his boots at the top. Discarding his mechanic coveralls, he was left in a stained but washed grey t shirt and his boxers. He had heard some quiet mumbling but didn't really look into it. The noise had vanished as he pulled back some of the old cover, slowly resting his body beside you. You had looked dead asleep, your body contracting slow and steady breaths. Exempt your mouth moving and forming words. He smirked, realizing you were taking in your sleep. He had some assumptions about it when you would ask questions with no reasoning. He wasn’t too worried. He propped himself up on his elbow to look over at you. “What do you mean you didn’t see it?! It was as big as your ass dude!” That’s something he’s never heard before. He couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at your behavior, shaking his head until he heard his name. “Well, Bo, what else do you want me compare it to, your dick!? Yeah right.” His face deadpanned, furrowing his eyebrows. He scoffed, turning over dramatically as he rolled his eyes. He faced away from you, biting the inside of his cheek. In the morning, he might tease you or ask questions around what you said. Either way, he’s not bothered by it.

Vincent Sinclair

It had been a long day for the boys and you within Ambrose. What a better way to go to sleep cuddled up together and arise later in the day by Bo? Of course, you were always first within the bed, already dead asleep and dreaming of whatever your mind wander to. Vincent kept awareness of where the creeks were in the floorboards, avoiding them so he could peacefully lay in bed next to your sleeping form. Yet he heard some prominent mumbling coming from you, serving closer and gently easing up the blankets to slip in. He had removed his mask already, carefully turning to face you. You had your arm over your eyes, mouth open and moving from incoherent sentences. But one was clear as day, “I’m convinced Vincent uses Gucci conditioner and shampoo, my god.” You mumbled a few after that but he was utterly confused. Why were you talking about that weird brand you had showed him once, and why did it correlate to your dream?? He shook his head gently, scooting closer and resting his arm across your waist/stomach, pulling himself against your form until he fell asleep to your rhythmic breathing. Sometimes, he’s entertained by your night time conversations.

Lester Sinclair

Your boyfriend had a fairly easy job compared to his brothers, but when there were visitors piling up after one another, it took a whole lot longer to come back home to you and your shared bed. The frogs and cicadas were a whole lot louder than usuals, but it was like a lullaby to you by now. Which queues the small mumbling escaping your mouth. He was quiet when he came, but of course, Lester wasn’t the best at silence. Luckily you were to lost in your dream to realize he was already snuggling in beside you. He had took notice of your nonsense sentences from time to time, not that it bothered him. If anything, it was an entertaining thing to listen to before going to sleep. It gave him a sense of what your brain really thinks of. “Lester… if I dressed up as roadkill… would you pick me up too?” He tried so damn hard to stifle his laugh, his body almost shaking as you formed a stupid grin on your face. Lester took in a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek as he buried his head into the side of your neck. “Sure, hun’” he was sure to keep his words to a hush, taking note to your shared silence. There was a comfortable coldness that covered your bodies compared to the blistering heat outside. What a way to end the day.

Will Graham

Go to work, panic, panic some more and get no sleep. This was Wills routine even with you trying to hassle him into bed. He was always focused on something, or just simply to stubborn to let himself rest for once. But tonight, he had one hell of an excuse. Jack had kept him for a lot longer than both of you would like. But you knew what you signed up for when you accepted to go on a date with Will. You figured out after multiple nights of fruitless attempts at staying up and waiting for your boyfriend, you just gave in and went to sleep on your own terms. This gave Will the opportunity to overthink in peace without the guilt of making you worry. The job had took a huge toll on his physical capacity, leading him to shrugging off his clothing while he made his way to the side of the bed. He rubbed his eye, yawning as he lifted the blanket to the new queen bed you guys had bought, giving more room for dogs and the two of you. He stopped his motions, watching closely as you turned your body towards him. You were mouthing words but they were quiet and blotched. Will slowly slid underneath the covers, feeling his body sink in the end to a relaxed position. He had took not of your sleep talking, not bothered by it. To be honest, he likes to hear what you would say when you weren’t conscious of it. “I wish we had one of those stress powered lightbulbs…” A very quiet and short chuckle made its way out of you, “of course it’s for you, you could probably power Russia with how much stress you have.” And with that, he scoffed and turned the other way, mumbling to himself before attempting to sleep.

Jason Voorhees

Jason always makes sure you’re getting enough rest for your health. He’s adamant about you being your best self with a healthy body and mind. But, he’s never really surprised to see you up waiting for him time to time, honestly he can’t complain. He loves seeing you there in the cabin with the fire still going as you greet him with that beautiful smile. It’s truly warming for him. The rest of the nights, you’re always in the dark comfort of your shared room, resting atop the creaking bed and under the quilt blankets. The cabin door whipped open, quickly caught by the giant hand wrestling against the harsh winter wind. He tried his best to quietly close the door, pushing the lock in place he had added after a break in from a trespasser happened. He observed the room, laying his machete within the kitchen sink after shedding his jacket and laying it on the chair around the wood table. Expertly avoiding the creaks in the floor, he gently pushed open the bedroom door, slipping in without a sound. There was a severely dim light coming from the window, which shadowed over your face just right so he could see you. Jason had took off his boots while he listening to the common small talk from your sleeping form. You guys had decided to look in all the cabins, landing on the jackpot of a bigger bed so you could have more room. Therefore, it wasn’t a huge hassle for Jason to slip into the bed without the alarm of waking you. You were turned away from him, slow breaths from to body. The hockey mask laid on the dusty end table, facing up as Jason looked down at you. A small smile formed on his lips, listening as your talking grew a little more coherent. “Come on Jason, you got all that cake.. and you’re not gonna give me none?” His smile slowly faded, realizing what you meant by ‘cake.’ It ha mentioned before, especially when you went out of your way to slap his ass and look him in eyes to say, “a whole damn bakery back there..” Jason took it on himself to get used to it, not bothered by the comments. He shook his head, inching down so he could pull you closer to his chest, a very strong arm wrapped around you.

Michael Myers

There’s never a sleep schedule with the two of you. There’s times where Michael is out for days at time, retuning only when your asleep and unknowing. There are those very rare times like this one where you’re aware of Michaels presence in the bed while you drift of into sleep. He’s definitely not the type to pull you close or make a move to hold you, but he’s not going to push you away if you wrap yourself around him. Which is where you lay on his chest, listening to his eternally calmed heart beat as you knocked out. It had took a damn long time, but you achieved the privilege of seeing Michael without the infamous mask you grew accustomed too. His eyes usually zeroed in on the ceiling, waiting until he need to close his eyes came. But this time, he looked down at you shifting a bit in his chest, a few words spoken. “I really don’t know how people can’t smell you form your hiding places.. I can literally smell you before you walk in a room.. it’s not a good thing either.” His eyebrows furrowed together, trying to understand why you were composing about how he.. smelled. Yet here you are, your face completely shoved into his chest. He gave you an unimpressed eye roll, turning his head on the pillow for an attempt at some sleep. He found it rather amusing that you would speak whatever you thought without restrictions when you would sleep talk. Something to quietly tease you about.

Jesse Cromeans

He had already experienced your sleep taking, the cameras in his house capturing anything you did. Sometimes you asked questions or said random comments, all that made Jesse smirk or silently laugh. He had also taken notice to the earlier times you went to bed, your stubborn idea to stay up and wait for him dying down. He didn’t mind this, satisfied with your healthy sleep schedule returning. He set the tapes in a box for tomorrow’s checking. Jesse eased open the bedroom door, a small ray of light traveling across the room to reveal the bed you laid in. The black silk sheets covering your sound figure. He pushed the door back closed, taking off all his work attire to be left in his boxers and undershirt. He shimmied underneath the covers, slowly scooting closer to your body. Of course, there were some unconscious words to be shared. “I just realized I’ve got to sleep in every room…” there was some silence before you spoke again, “why?… look don’t even worry about.” There was humorous tone in the last sentence, one that felt oddly genuine for someone asleep. He shook his head, smiling while he took in your scent that comforted him. His hands caressed any exposed skin as the room fell silent, including his mind as you both shared a deep sleep.

Asa Emory

It wasn’t something he really cared to take notice about, never really sleeping at the same time as you due to his large amounts of work he took on. It was to the point he would drift off into a dreamless sleep on his desk. Not that you could really do anything about it with his stubborn view point, so you kept to yourself and went to your bed without him. Well, went to bed also meant brining a pillow and blanket down to Asas work place and sleeping the the chair. You just wanted to feel your boyfriends presence before you fell asleep. He only looked up for a few before looking back down at the scatter of papers, shuffling though some before writing. You made yourself as comfortable as you could get, sighing as you let your body relax. The sleep came easier than expected, the few sniffles sounding in the room letting you know Asa was still there. It was oddly comforting. A flash of worry did strike you, the worry that your sleep talking would annoy him, causing you to have to leave. But it was worth the few bits of it. Asa sighed, running his hand down his face as he battled the tired feeling back. Lending back in his seat, he crossed his arms while looking up to you in the leather chair. Without a warning, a question was asked out loud from you, “What color box would I get if I was one of your butterflies?” He tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows before humoring himself by answering, “Red. To match the original one.” It seems like your dream had answered for you, the words quiet on your tongue as your chest arose slowly. Asa took in another breath before rising to his feet, walking over to you. He brought a hand up to your resting face, his thumb brushing your drink. What a beautiful butterfly you would be.