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meremoomoo · 2 months ago

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sebastian's dilemma.

sebastian has a problem. the nice farmer is being a little too nice. maybe he's just overthinking it?

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Sebastian doesn’t know why he can’t focus.

Well, he does. It's you. You aggravate him. You annoy him– always waltzing into his room asking if he needs anything. He doesn’t need anything, so why do you always give him gifts anyway? Sure, he appreciates his bowl of frozen tears (he made one into a necklace to wear, but you’d never see that.)

All of this would make sense as to why he can’t focus if you were there. Which you aren’t. He’s thinking about you when you’re not even near him, and you’re probably doing some stupid farmer stuff. Maybe tending to your chickens and cows, and maybe harvesting crops. Maybe even chopping wood with your sturdy arms.

He pauses and realizes something. He’s got a crush on you! The farmer! The stupid farmer who's nice to everyone– the stupid farmer who's always coming back from the mines nobody goes into with scratches and injuries galore—the stupid farmer who won the egg hunt over Abby somehow.

He can’t keep thinking about you right now, he has to work. Somehow, Sebastian can finish the rest of the page of code without thinking of you. Sort of. He thinks about how you don’t bother him when he’s working and how much he appreciates it. He stares at the analog clock on his desk–Five in the morning. He sighs and shuts off his computer, then takes off his hoodie to go to bed.

It’s Friday. That means it's time to get drunk and kick Sam’s ass at pool. Something's different this week, though. Sam and Abby are nursing their third beer of the night together and swaying to the music together.

Sebastian, however, is just staring at you. You had come in around twenty-odd minutes ago to give some eggs to Gus, but it seems you had been pulled into a drink or two with Pam. You’re laughing, and he’s staring like a creep. Sam and Abby sneak up on Sebastian and begin to tease him.

“You’re staring, Sebby,” Sam says while wrapping his arm around Sebastian’s shoulders and squishing his cheek. “You like them,” he continues in a sing-songy voice.

“Shut up,” he groans and shrugs Sam’s hands off of him.

Abby then butts in, “He does, He does!” she giggles while pointing between you and Sebastian. Hopefully, you don’t see the two drunkards being well, drunk, he thinks. Sebastian looks up for a moment to stare at you and quickly meets your eyes. You were already staring at him. Oh no. Now you’re walking over. Abby and Sam are pushing him towards you and now–

“Hi,” you wave.

“Hey,” he sways back and forth, looking everywhere but your face.

Theres a pause before you ask, “You kicked Sam’s ass again tonight?” followed by Sam grumbling something about ‘taking it easy today’.

“Ha. Um, yeah. Pool’s not exactly his strong point,” he said, still swaying back and forth on his toes. At some point, he finally meets your gaze.

“You’re not normally here on Fridays. Or any days, I think,” he commented while staring at you.

“I was dropping off like, a hundred eggs for Gus and got stopped by Pam. She convinced me to have a drink,” you shrug, looking away from his gaze. Almost as if you’re just as shy around him as he is around you. Which you definitely aren’t.

“That’s um, that’s cool,” he shrugged. You lightly smile at him for a moment.

“Can I show you something outside?” you ask. Sebastian shoos away Abby and Sam's “oohs” as he nods. You lead him outside of the saloon, both of your faces lit up by the streetlamps on the sidewalk. Sebastian really can’t help but stare. Suddenly, you’re reaching into your backpack and rummaging around, the clinks and clanks of your items and tools mashing together until he hears you say a little “aha!” and suddenly, a rainbow rock is out in your hands.

“It’s called a prismatic shard. Pretty rare,” you say, tilting it in the streetlights. Sebastian’s mouth is slightly open, like a little “o” for a moment before he shakes his head and stares up at you again.

“Here.” You grab his hand and put the shard in it. “Think of it as an early birthday gift?” you say, staring at him.

“My birthday isn’t until winter,” he responds, changing his focus from the prismatic shard to you and back to the prismatic shard. “Um, thank you.” you give him a light smile.

“Well, I’ve gotta head in for the night,” you respond. “I’ll see you?”

“Yeah,” he breathlessly says, “I’ll see you.”

When he goes back inside, Abby and Sam are gushing over the prismatic shard. They think it's a form of courtship. It couldn’t be, because you’re just the nice farmer who gives thoughtful gifts to everyone. That’s it.

He’s fucked.

credits to @saradika-graphics for the dividers <33

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redvexillum · 6 days ago

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The Neverending Road to Perfection: Zooble

So, not too long ago, I wrote a full-on character analysis of Ragatha, and my god, it was an absolute blast. Honestly, it felt like writing a love letter to Gooseworx (even if they’ll probably never see it). But hey, that didn’t stop me from pouring my heart out. And the wild thing is, digging that deep only made me fall harder for this series. It opened up this whole new level of appreciation, not just for the storytelling, but for how layered these characters actually are.

Which brings me to this: my second love letter to Gooseworx.

This time, it's all about Zooble.

⚠️ PLEASE NOTE ⚠️

This analysis centers around Zooble and what I interpret as their experience with body-based dysphoria. I want to take a moment to acknowledge that many people who struggle with body or gender dysphoria find immense relief, peace, and joy after making changes or undergoing modifications that align with their identity, and I think that’s valid and beautiful.

However, this particular interpretation focuses solely on Zooble’s narrative within the show, as I personally read it. While gender dysphoria and body dysphoria often share overlapping emotional terrain, I’ll be approaching this analysis through the lens of body image and identity struggles as they appear in Zooble’s character arc, NOT as a commentary on trans experiences or gender identity.

This is a personal and literary reading based on how I connected with the character, not a universal statement about dysphoria as a whole.

So with all that said! Buckle up because we’re diving in!

Since this analysis will specifically touch on themes of body dysphoria, I think it’s crucial to start with Zooble’s appearance. Because, to be honest? When I first saw their character design, I didn’t like it. It just felt… wrong. Like someone took a bunch of leftover toy parts from different boxes and mashed them together with no real sense of harmony or cohesion. And it left me wondering: why were they designed that way?

But looking back now, I realize that’s the point.

The reason I didn’t like it (or why it felt so off) is because, as humans, we’re hardwired to find beauty in symmetry. Our brains are constantly searching for balance, for visual harmony. The more symmetrical a person’s face or figure is, the more our minds register it as “pleasing” or “right.” Of course, nothing and no one is perfectly symmetrical, but culturally and biologically, symmetry equals beauty. And Zooble? Zooble is the antithesis of that.

Their design challenges that default bias in us. And at first, it’s uncomfortable. Jarring, even. But the more you sit with it, the more purposeful it feels.

On my rewatch of Episode One, something jumped out at me: Zooble is the first character to point out Pomni’s new body. That detail stuck with me. Because often, the things we notice in others are reflections of what we value (or struggle with) in ourselves. The body is important to Zooble. Which makes perfect sense when you start to unpack the deeper themes later on.

From the jump, we’re introduced to Zooble’s laissez-faire, borderline nihilistic attitude. They flip people off, isolate themselves from the group, and carry this energy of “I don’t give a single fuck about any of you.” And with that cold, prickly exterior, it’s easy to just… glaze over them. As viewers, we’re trained to gravitate toward warmth, relatability, emotional openness. But Zooble doesn’t give us any of that. There’s no immediate emotional hook. So naturally, you’re left thinking: why should I care? There just isn’t enough information yet to answer that question.

And then, when Zooble says “no” to the second adventure (which, to be fair, after being literally taken apart by the gloinks the first time, I don’t blame them), it feels like we’re being told again: this character is detached, unwilling to engage. Distant.

But something does shift, just a tad, by the end of Episode Two.

We see Zooble join a small, understated funeral for Kaufmo. And for the first time, they express grief. Real, honest, visible grief. I know, I know, it’s a funeral, of course they’re supposed to be sad! But for a character who’s only shown boredom, bitterness, and mild irritation (plus a healthy dose of “screw Jax”) up to that point, seeing even a flicker of vulnerable emotion felt like a window cracking open. Not wide. Just enough to let something real seep through.

We know from later episodes that beneath Zooble’s hard, hell-you-can’t-sit-with-me exterior, there’s actually a kind heart in there...someone capable of forming genuine, soft, real friendships. Their dynamic with Gangle proves this, showing us that Zooble can care deeply when given the space and safety to do so.

But for many fans (including me) Episode Three was the turning point. Gooseworx had teased that it would spotlight Zooble, and holy shit, did it deliver. Suddenly, this character we had barely scratched the surface of was flooded with depth. Layers. Complexity. Pain. And something deeply, achingly human.

The decision to place Zooble in a pseudo-therapy session with Caine while the rest of the cast went off on their nightmare-fuelled adventure? Honestly, genius. Because when you’re unpacking something as internal and psychological as body dysphoria, throwing the character into a sugar-coated candy land or wild carnival setting would have drowned out the emotional weight. Instead, we get stillness. Focus. Conversation. And that setting: quiet, sterile and controlled was precisely the right space to dive into the parts of Zooble they’ve been hiding.

What struck me most was how willing Zooble was to open up. Not in a grand, sweeping declaration, but calmly. Casually. They admit they’ve talked to Caine about their issues before. That it’s not just about hating the adventures, it’s something deeper. Something ongoing. And yet… they stop themselves mid-sentence. Because they’ve already gone down this road, and Caine, being an AI, just doesn’t get it. And god, that hit hard. The frustration of opening up to someone/something who can’t understand you, not because they’re cruel or uninterested, but because they simply can’t comprehend the layers of what you’re feeling? That just fucking sucks.

And here’s the thing, Zooble tried. They really, truly tried to be vulnerable. And that shows a lot of emotional intelligence. They know something is wrong. They know they feel broken or “off” somehow, and they’re trying to talk about it. That awareness, that self-reflection, even amidst all their pain, shows how emotionally grounded they really are.

Then, after more pushing from Caine, we get the reveal.

Zooble says it.

They hate their body.

And it lands like a punch to the chest.

Now, I need to applaud the brilliance of their character design here. It’s no accident that Zooble is made up of removable, disjointed parts. They’re a walking patchwork of asymmetry, physically embodying discomfort with form and cohesion. And presently, that design finally makes sense. It mirrors exactly how they feel about themselves: a collection of mismatched pieces, never quite fitting together.

And yet (and here’s the heartbreaking irony) they’re the one character who actually can change their body. Completely. At will. They can swap parts, rearrange their entire form. In a world where everyone is stuck with their new digital identity, Zooble has freedom… and still, it’s not enough.

So the question becomes: why?

Why, even with that ability, do they still feel this way?

The reason Zooble could never find the pieces that felt right… is because they were never meant to. That’s the cruel truth. You can swap every limb, reshape every corner of your appearance, but dysphoria runs deeper than surface-level change. It’s not about how you look. It’s about how you feel when you look.

Let me explain with an example.

You cut your hair. Doesn’t feel right. So you change the way you dress. That still doesn’t fix it. Maybe you lose weight. Maybe you gain some. Maybe you go further: plastic surgery, breast augmentation, lip fillers, nose jobs, butt lifts, cheekbones, jaw reshaping. You keep changing and changing and changing. Until one day you look in the mirror… and you don’t even recognize yourself anymore.

And still...you feel wrong.

That discontent, that pain, that core-level discomfort?

It never left.

So imagine living like that forever. In a world that has literally taken away your human form and replaced it with a mismatched jumble of removable parts. That’s Zooble’s reality in the Digital Circus. This is surely hell for them. Their body isn’t just “not right," it’s a twisted reflection of how they saw themselves in real life.

Disconnected. Disassembled. Unrecognizable.

And every single morning, they wake up and see that reflected at them.

Imagine what that does to your sense of self.

This isn’t just trauma. It’s looping, inescapable torment. And no matter how many times they reach into that cursed box of spare parts, nothing fits. Because the truth is, nothing will ever feel like “you” when your concept of “you” has been so fundamentally shattered.

So, is it really any surprise that Zooble’s personality is withdrawn? That they come off as cold, distant, checked out? In a world where losing control of your emotions can lead to literal abstraction, the safest thing Zooble can do is shut it all down.

Don’t feel.

Don’t spiral.

Don’t acknowledge that your own body feels like a costume you never asked to wear.

But here's the beautiful, important part, I don’t want to get lost in the pain: Zooble is not just their dysphoria. They're more than the sum of mismatched parts.

I loved the moment when they offhandedly listed every cast member’s personality while criticizing Caine’s dumb adventure. It was subtle, but brilliant. Because it indicated that Zooble pays attention. They’re observant. Emotionally intelligent. They may not be outwardly affectionate or social, but they see everyone.

They get people.

Also, can we talk about how hilariously fitting it is that Zooble ends up being Caine’s therapist? Like...does an AI even need therapy? Probably not. But the scene works. Sure, it plays out like a gag, and on the surface, it’s funny. But the more you think about it, the more it actually makes sense.

Because once you find out in Episode 5 that Zooble used to be a tattoo artist and a bartender, which are two professions rooted in listening, in being present, in holding space for others, everything just clicks. Those are jobs that require you to read people, to know when to talk and when to shut up, to offer comfort in your own unique way. So, of course, people would naturally gravitate toward Zooble and start talking. Of course, they'd slide right into the role of listener. It’s not just a joke. It’s a subtle piece of their character puzzle.

Now, I’ll be honest. At first, I thought it was a shame that we had to split Zooble’s spotlight with Kinger. But looking back, I actually appreciate it. The later episodes do a lot of heavy lifting to flesh Zooble out, and in hindsight, it feels right that we didn’t try to condense something so complex into one neat arc. And more importantly? Caine doesn’t solve Zooble’s self-image issues.

And that is the most important thing.

Because this isn’t a one-and-done problem. Body dysphoria, self-hatred, internalized discomfort? You don’t just talk it out once and feel better. That’s not how it works. And the fact that the show doesn’t give Zooble a clean resolution, that their pain is acknowledged, but not magically resolved, is so needed. It adds realism. It gives the character depth. And it sets the stage for even more insight as the series progresses.

But before we get into the deeper episodes, let’s talk about something I absolutely loved: Zooble’s relationships, especially with Gangle.

Episode 4 kicks off with Zooble being noticeably more engaged with the group and one of the sweetest moments? They’re the one who gives Gangle a new plastic mask from their own box of spare parts. It’s such a quiet but powerful act of compassion. Honestly, I’m convinced Zooble’s love language is 100% acts of service. They won’t say “I love you,” but they will hand you the thing you need without you asking.

Their bond with Gangle is probably one of the most unexpectedly heartwarming dynamics in the show. You start to see that all the aloofness, the sass, the “I don’t care” energy? Yeah, it’s a shield. Because underneath it, Zooble is kind. They’re gentle. And fiercely protective.

Also, this part? Fucking Adorable. It’s not even part of my “deep analysis” or whatever, I just need to yell about it. Zooble looked so bashful when Gangle sincerely thanked them. It was such a pure reaction, like they didn’t know what to do with genuine appreciation. My heart ASUDAHBSD.

Anyway! focus, I couldn’t help but think back to when Zooble said they used to be a tattoo artist. There’s something so poetic about that. Changing a part of someone’s body, helping them reclaim or reframe their identity through art… and bringing joy to others in a way that Zooble might not have found for themselves. Maybe that’s what they were chasing, in some way: making others feel beautiful because they couldn’t feel that way on their own.

That moment when Jax casually mentions Zooble being surprisingly diligent at working the fryer really hit different after Episode 5. With the context that Zooble worked various jobs: bartending, tattooing, and who knows what else, it suddenly made a lot of sense. They slipped into that fry cook role so naturally. Like they were used to jobs that demanded either mindless repetition or artistic finesse. It paints a picture of someone who's had to adapt, who’s learned to show up and do the work, whether it inspired them or not.

Sure, Zooble says they were only doing it because they didn’t want Caine to punish them, which, fair. After the breakdown Caine had in Episode 3, I wouldn’t want to push his buttons, either. But that doesn’t negate the point: Zooble was the only one who could keep their head down and focus. While the others fumbled their way through trying to find meaning or motivation, Zooble just did the job. That speaks volumes about their work ethic. There's something quietly admirable about it. Someone who, despite everything, knows how to keep moving.

And remember how I mentioned earlier that Zooble is emotionally intelligent? I think this scene with Gangle really underscored that. Zooble isn’t loud about their concern. They don’t hover or ask invasive questions. But the shot of them watching Gangle after she gets hurt, processing her pain, thinking it over...it really shows they see what’s happening. They just take a different approach.

There are different kinds of people: those who want to fix things immediately, and those who take a step back, reflect, and act when the moment feels right. Zooble is definitely the latter. It’s not distance, it’s deliberation. And I think that makes their compassion feel even more real. It’s not performative. It’s thoughtful and intentional.

Now, someone could argue that Pomni was the one who saved Gangle emotionally, especially when she offered to close for her. And yeah, that moment mattered. But I don’t think Zooble’s role should be discounted. When Zooble said they were taking Ragatha home and didn’t immediately address Gangle’s feelings, it wasn’t a dismissal. It was prioritization. They finished the chaotic task, waited for calm, and then reached out.

Which brings me to this moment. I wanted to highlight just how much character development Zooble undergoes, especially in that final scene.

When we were first introduced to them, Zooble came off as cold, abrasive, and completely uninterested in bonding with anyone. They were sharp, closed-off, and unapproachable. But by the end of Episode 4, something changes...something important.

We start to see Zooble reaching out.

They gave Gangle a new mask, a small gesture, sure, but meaningful. Then they noticed when Gangle was off by herself, clearly hurting, and chose to go to her. They didn’t brush it off, didn’t avoid the discomfort. They sat with her, comforted her, and encouraged her not to give up even when the mask didn’t work. That moment, when Zooble says, “Maybe next time,” and gently affirms her was the first real, undeniable instance of Zooble extending genuine friendship.

And from there? You start to notice subtle shifts in how Zooble exists in the group.

They seem softer. More open. Less like they're just trying to endure the world and more like they're trying to live in it again. Especially around Gangle, there's a warmth that wasn't there before. It's small, maybe easy to miss, but it's there. You can see it.

And when Jax wanted to skip the anime-themed adventure, Zooble spoke up. They advocated for Gangle. Because by now, they’ve come to know her hobbies, her interests and what brings her joy. And in this suffocating digital hellscape, those little pockets of joy? They matter. And Zooble recognized that and cared about it.

There are so many quiet, precious moments between the two in Episode 5, and yes, okay, maybe I am low-key shipping them, but that’s not the main reason I’m bringing it up. What really gets me is when you compare Episode 1 Zooble to Episode 5 Zooble. The difference is striking.

You start to notice it, not just in the dialogue, but in Zooble’s body language. Despite having no mouth to smile with, no traditional expressions to rely on, the shift is unmistakable. Where they used to cross their arms tightly across their chest as a shield, you now see them more open, more relaxed. Their posture isn’t defensive anymore. They lean in. They stay close. Especially with Gangle.

They’ve become a quiet, steady presence. A supportive anchor. Always near, gently encouraging. And then it hit me:

Maybe that’s why we never saw a dramatic “fix” to Zooble’s body dysmorphia.

Because it’s not something that gets fixed in a single breakthrough moment.

Because body dysmorphia, at its core, isn’t about the physical. It’s about rejection. A deep, aching disconnection from yourself. A pain so rooted that no amount of cosmetic change can touch it. No sweet words, no external validation, no reassembly of parts will make it go away.

Healing from that kind of self-loathing has to come from within.

But here’s where The Amazing Digital Circus does something beautiful. Instead of “solving” Zooble’s pain, it shows us something more powerful: the beginning of healing. Through their connection with Gangle, we see a Zooble who smiles in their own way. A Zooble who lingers instead of walks away. A Zooble who doesn’t just tolerate others, but chooses to care.

Maybe I'm being hopelessley optimistic for Zooble. Plus I don’t want to sound corny, or push shipper goggles on anyone, but I believe what’s helping Zooble heal isn’t some epiphany or miracle moment. It’s platonic love. That quiet, steadfast kind of love where someone sees you, despite your flaws, and stays. Where Gangle, in all her softness and sincerity, likes Zooble as they are.

People always say, “You have to love yourself before anyone else can.”

But perhaps that’s not always true.

Maybe learning how to love someone else, through small acts of kindness, quiet gestures, and choosing to stay even when it’s hard teaches you how to love yourself, too.

The show doesn’t wrap up Zooble’s trauma in a neat little bow, and it shouldn’t. After all, every episode you see, they switch out thier parts. And it shows that real healing is messy. Some days will be worse than others. Some days, Zooble might hate every inch of themselves again. But the fact that they keep trying, that they keep showing up, opening up, and reaching out, is proof that...maybe healing is happening.

And considering the scope of the land being a digital purgatory, it's not exactly the safest place to heal, but there does seem to be a recurring theme in this show.

Acceptance doesn’t arrive all at once. It begins with one simple, terrifying thing:

Reaching out and forming genuine bonds.

Thanks for reading this long ass rant. I decided to do the rest of the cast in due time...Kinger is next on my list!

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thankskenpenders · 9 months ago

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Sonic x ...DC Comics?!

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We have our reveal of what our new Sonic comic crossover will be, and it's... not what I expected! We're getting a five-issue comic series mashing up Sonic with the DC Comics universe written by Ian Flynn, plus a slew of merch to go with it.

To be honest, I don't know how to feel about this? I don't feel the hype.

Okay, for one, cards on the table: I have more attachment to Marvel's cast of characters than DC's. Sue me. But it's not like I don't also like DC's heroes! I grew up watching the Batman movies and the Justice League cartoons and Adam West's Batman and whatnot. I loved Teen Titans so much as a kid that I was Robin one year for Halloween. DC's cool! People have been comparing Sonic to the Flash for years! So... why does this collab make me feel nothing?

Well, for one, it might be that I would prefer a series like this to be about Sonic and friends meeting the Justice League, as opposed to them being the Justice League. To me, personally, that just seems a little more interesting. Seeing how those characters play off of each other. People have been asking "who would win in a race, Sonic or the Flash?" for years, so that was kinda the thing I was latching onto as the impetus for this crossover. And yes, in the interview they tease the possibility of the actual characters meeting, but they're marketing it primarily via these mashup characters with Sonic and co. cosplaying as the Justice League, so I have to assume that's the main focus of the story.

But I'm also just sitting here like... why DC? Why is this the highest priority crossover to do with Sonic? It seems so arbitrary. Just mashing two random popular franchises together. It doesn't feel like something that resonates so heavily with Sonic that we just NEED this crossover to exist. The DC universe isn't something that has much of a thematic connection with Sonic. Like, you look at the TMNT x Naruto crossover, and THAT feels inspired. That's something you never would've thought would happen, but the second it's announced it seems so obvious, and the sick cover art sells the idea that it's gonna be something fun. (Hell, speaking of TMNT, that feels like a crossover that would've made way more sense to me. No, the single panel of the Archie comics they appeared in doesn't count.)

When the Sonic X DC thing is announced with a series of stock vectors of the Sonic cast cosplaying as the Justice League and the news that there will be a ton of merch for this, well. It just makes it seem like this is first and foremost a collab designed to generate new Funko Pops.

I don't know. I'm sure that whatever the actual story looks like, Ian will do his damnedest to make the comic fun. It'll probably be pretty decent. He's the perfect writer for this assignment. It's just not the crossover I would've requested. Maybe I'm just being a hater here. I know a lot of people are excited, with speculation about what other Sonic characters could take the roles of DC characters. Maybe showing something from the actual comic would've been a better sell. But, well, that's how I feel about it based on the announcement!

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skimmingmilk · 2 months ago

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Can I pry ur mind for any headcannons u have between the unbreakable bond? Maybe even ones u've yet to include in ur fics?

Ooh, I'd be happy to! I'm just so bad at listing out headcanons without fics to sandwich them in xD I know I have a ton that I haven't had a chance to write about yet, but it's like they're sorted in filing cabinets that only open when a relevant fic needs them, lol.

But let's see…

Tails doesn't actually have a curfew. Sonic will give him a look if he catches him up in the middle of the night, but he's well-aware the kid's a bit of insomniac. As long as it isn't hurting him or putting him in danger by being too sleep-deprived, then Sonic doesn't force him to bed. It’s not like he can’t sleep in or anything anyway. If he's already dozing off at his desk, then Sonic'll put him to bed, sure, but that's just to make him more comfortable. If he's alert and in the middle of a project, Sonic leaves him to it. He'll even keep him company sometimes, because no way does Sonic have a curfew either! If he gets sleepy later in the day, he figures he can always just take a nap.

They like to go skydiving together, taking turns flying and jumping off the Tornado. When Tails installs an autopilot on her, they're able to jump at the same time and do tricks in the air to one-up each other or practice mid-air saves with style~

Their tastes in video games vary: Sonic prefers classic side scrollers, racing games, and fighting games. Tails likes exploratory puzzle games with open worlds where he can explore and craft and he’s also really good at first-person shooters. They do both enjoy playing with each other still, regardless of the format, that's just what they tend to prefer when solo-gaming. Sonic will absolutely play something like Minecraft or Lethal Company with Tails (and die a lot xD) and Tails loves getting to beat Sonic's button mashing technique in a fighting game. I also think they both like to team up for anomaly hunting games, I feel like that's something they'd both find fun for a couple rounds while they wind down after an adventure. Sonic's quick reflexes would help him catch anomalies as they're happening and Tails likes analyzing the scenes for subtle differences. They can only go a couple rounds though before it puts Sonic to sleep, lol.

They’ve both picked up on some of their species-specific behaviors unintentionally. Like Tails sometimes curls into a hedgehog ball with his fur fluffed out to feel safe and he’ll make huffy, snuffly hedgehog sounds from time to time. Sonic's tail will wag a little when he's happy, since hedgehogs typically only wag their tails when they sense danger. I know it's a cute headcanon many people have for him expressing happiness in general, and I love to see it, but this is just my headcanon for why he’ll do that sometimes, and it’s pretty unique to him as far as hedgehogs go and completely involuntary.

When Sonic's around, he cooks pretty much all their meals, though Tails will sometimes want to experiment with a new recipe or cook something for Sonic. He likes cooking for other people. When Tails is left to his own devices while Sonic's traveling, however, his eating habits suffer. He loses track of time and ends up subsiding solely on snacks throughout the day instead, like his veggie chips or roasted chickpeas or mint candy. If he does make something, it's always fast and simple like a bowl of cereal or a peanut butter sandwich. Sometimes Big will stop by with some fish stew to share with him and Sonic usually makes sure to bring a hefty bag of takeout back with him, just in case it's been a while since Tails's last substantial meal.

In return, Tails is the one who keeps pretty much every other aspect of his and Sonic's lives on track xD He keeps a calendar for him and reminds him of things like friends' birthdays or events he promised to go to. Any paperwork involving Sonic is taken care of by Tails. Upkeep on the workshops and the planes are also Tails's responsibility. He also does all the shopping and inventory of household supplies in the workshop. Tails is very good at scheduling most things into his day, eating is just not one of them.

Tails has a few pieces of Sonic merchandise he picked up when he was younger - when it wasn't as embarrassing to say his big brother was his hero. They're kept in his room, mostly out of sight, but he's got a Sonic plushie that he keeps wrapped in one of Sonic's gloves so it'll smell a little like him and he'll sleep with it whenever he's feeling particularly lonely. It's part of why he gets into the habit of working late into the night; it's hard to lie awake in bed in a quiet, dark house by himself. With only his thoughts and nothing to drown them out. He's not afraid of the dark or being alone, but it's the stillness and the emptiness (the void) that encourages him to stay up until he physically can't keep his eyes open any more. Sometimes having the Sonic plush helps with that (not that anyone knows).

Those are just some of the headcanons I have that I don't think have played very major roles in any fics yet. I've got a few WIPs that incorporate a couple of them, but I'm not sure if they'll ever get to become full-fledged fics.

Thanks for the ask! <3

#skimming asks #sonic headcanons #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #the picket fence timeline #ps: sonic does know about the sonic plush but he also knows better than to say anything about it #also he wouldn't have a clue how to approach it without sounding like he was teasing and then he knows tails will stop using it for comfort

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trulyumai · 1 year ago

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diverting your attention

pairing: carmy / reader

synopsis: bored, you show up to the restaurant, hoping to see your boyfriend and his infamous French fries that he only made for you.

warnings: cussing, light shoving. fluff mostly!

enjoy!

jesus, the restaurant was busy. a line ran out the door, swerved to the right and took up most of the sidewalk with customers waiting for their chance at the food.

carmy couldn’t blame them. he’s been on top of things— his team has been on top of things, listening, working together finally after what seemed like years of bickering and useless nonsense.

his hands moved fast. chopping meat there, seasoning and mashing over here.

there was no end, everyone had their station—their place.

“cus, your girls here!” richies voice boomed past him as carmy worked diligently to scrape away at the newfound mission to potatoes.

“uh huh,” not hearing him, but giving an answer he sliced the remainder of the vegetable before wiping his hands clean; always ready for a new task.

“Did you even fucking here me you dimwit?” A scowl remained on Richie’s face as he side eyed the white shirted man.

Another mumble left the cook and that was all Richie’s temper could take.

With a hard shove to the back, carmys attention was finally diverted. Turning back, the chef violently put his hand up from the startling touch.

“What the fuck, man?!”

“I. Said. Your. Girl. Is. Here.” With every pause on the intonations a poke found its way across carmys chest.

“Okay, okay. I fucking heard you.”

“No you didn’t!” Richie retaliated, moving past him to grab at the now chopped vegetable.

“And you took my fucking task you asshole.”

Carmy eyed him.

“Maybe if you weren’t so slow all the damn time.”

A high pitched version of carmys words came out as an argument, only making the man roll his eyes in such a childish play.

Rubbing his hands dry once more carmy moved towards the front of the kitchen.

And sure enough, there you sat.

all pretty and perfect and— did he say pretty?

sweating from a newfound nervousness carmy itched at his neck, a bad habit that he couldn’t seem to scrape away, no matter the amount of threats and glares you sent his way.

“hey pretty girl,” carmy stood just above you, next to your seated booth, more to the side and cut off from the rest of the avid enjoyers.

“bear!” you smiled, already opening your arms for a tight embrace.

he always smelled so good. musky, heavy. it was the manliest scent you’ve ever had the opportunity of smelling. yet there was always something sweeter there— cinnamon? no, cherries? possibly—

“baby?” warm fingers found their way under your chin, instantly bringing you back to the busy food chain your surrounded in.

“mmh, sorry hunny what was that?”

“i said I’ll be a little late tonight. more people showed up than i thought they would and uh, I’ll probably be pulling an all nighter.” guilt bit at the man’s tongue, already sensing your disappointment.

but you hid it well, a pretty smile lit up your face still, your hands met with his rougher one, smoothing and tending to it out of habit.

“that’s okay, i understand,” you looked past carmy to see Richie, motioning you to get the attention of the man.

noticing your distracted eyes, carmy turned his head and saw his cousin quickly motioning him over to the back.

“—I, i gotta go baby but listen,” eyes on your doe ones, he leaned in.

warm breath met with your cheeks and you couldn’t help but smile as the man bent down so close to your face.

“ill bring by those French fries you love so much,”

“with the seasoning?”

“with the seasoning.” carmy laughed

you couldn’t help but let out a little squeal, wrapping your arms around the neck of your boyfriends shirt.

“ill see you soon, okay?”

you nodded.

“okay.”

A kiss, light and soft was placed on your lips. It lasted only a second before the man waved sympathetically before turning his back to you, flipping Richie off in the process.

satisfied, you fled the scene with a hankering for a soda and heavily seasoned fries only your boyfriend could provide.

#the bear #the bear x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #carmy x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #tvshow #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #reader loves French fries #and her sweet smelling bf #Richie #richie jerimovich

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magiturge · 8 months ago

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I'm now curious what and/or who has the most cool factor in Hank's opinion (aside from itself, of course)

-💻🌌

it's.. kind of varied. i got tired of writing by hand so please look under the cut for context, i talked about in a previous post a headcanon that hank feels no physical attraction to anyone in the sense of thinking someone is "hot" "pretty" "sexy" but views appearance in a lens of how cool it is / cool factor. it does not vocalize this unless there's nothing else to talk about while also not super focused on something else.

for deimos : deimos's style isn't exactly something hank would wear but it can respect the craftsmanship that was put into the outfit. ( i.e. drawings on shoes, keychains on backpack ) he does think his outfit is kind of cool but just wouldn't wear it. the cigarette is cool.. aesthetically / visually but in practice with how much deimos hacks and coughs, it gets a bit lame and displeasing.

for doc : thinks that whatever doc is wearing is fitting for him, he would wear the style as casual wear but not as full on / main outfit. it fits for the purpose of doc being someone who lays low and doesnt get involved in missions as much as hank does. hank thinks doc does look a bit cool with the mohawk but thinks doc being bald is kind of funny. not really cool, but funny and fitting.

for sanford : overwhelmingly neutral. hank thinks it's a pretty plain outfit, that sanford could do more with it but it's fitting nonetheless. sanford doesn't need to change but it would be nice if he could add a little something to it. he thinks sanford's back tattoo is cool though.

for jeb : very.. very tacky. leaning into savior image way too much. to hank it's like a mish mash of elements that could work together but jeb is not wearing it properly. he thinks it fits jeb but because it fits doesnt mean it thinks its cool. thinks his sunglasses are stupid.

for tricky : thinks her style is kind of weird but it is consistent and fitting. it's weird but kind of cool, it's sort of like jeb in the sense that it is a mish mash of elements but they seem more cohesive and lean into each other more.

for phobos : looks stupid. very stupid. his opinion is offset by how much it saw of phobos's statues in nexus city, already got the feeling that this guy was full of himself. he thinks the red cape is tacky and stupid, similar to jeb in theres elements that could work but it's executed poorly. low on the cool.

for auditor : thinks they have potential but are wasting it. likes the black and red color combination.. for obvious reasons. they have a lot of potential being someone who shapeshifts and can look like they have flames coming off of them but thinks that auditor is wasting their potential / putting presentation in the wrong areas. makes themselves look lame. summoning swords out of nowhere is COOL but they carry themselves poorly.

for sheriff : doing too much in the sense of wearing way too much. opinion is offset because fighting with him is really annoying so it dislikes the outfit for different reasons but in a vaccuum, it's too much. likes his leather chaps, would wear them if he found a pair that fit.

#my art #my asks #madness combat

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jeonscatalyst · 6 months ago

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it’s always been interesting to me the difference between how two major ‘fights’ within BTS are told, or three if you include Koobis banana incident 😆

The dumpling fight, and the rainy day fight TM.

I thought about it since hearing Jimin talking about how it took a while for him and Tae to get closer in AYS, and said they did after that big fight. That he shook with rage at the time. The fight never really made sense to me, the dumpling one, as Jimin said it was over petty things, that they often fought over silly things.

Then you’ve got the rainy day fight, and the way they spoke about it at Festa 2020, and in lives in 2023. Both pretty much recounting it exactly the same as the other. I saw a video edit mash up of it but couldn’t find it, where the stories interwove and it’s amazing to see it. But at Festa dinner, with the others reactions, the giggling from Jin and Joon, that it sounds like a k drama, that it sounds like something a couple would do. And it does, it sounds exactly like a k drama, the dramatic pause when JK is lost, the make up in the rain, the hug. It’s so cute, and so endearing to hear them talk about it. How their relationship is essentially so important to them, they made up that night, unlike the dumpling fight, which lasted.

It shows how they really do have a good way of communicating with each other, even back then. And for JK to feel sorry to Jimin for that, and it’s something they can talk about and look back on with fondness almost, is testament to their bond.

Hey anon,

I think the Vmin fight(s) is relatively easy to piece together and understand if you have a solid understanding of their relationship….something many people unfortunately lack.

Jimin and Taehyung were among the members who got close almost immediately after meeting in my opinion. Looking at content from their rookie days, it’s clear that even the other members often pointed to them as the two who were closest. However, while they were friends and close, their relationship at the time seemed more surface-level. They didn’t fully understand, accept, or relate to each other yet. It reminds me of those teenage friendships where you genuinely like each other and have fun together, but the connection lacks a deeper level of understanding. That’s what I believe Vmin’s relationship was like in the beginning.

When Jimin says it took time for him and Tae to become as close as they are now, it doesn’t mean they weren’t friends or weren’t close before. It simply means that, over time, their bond deepened as they grew to better understand and accept each other despite their differences.

In the BTS book, Tae shared that when he first met Jimin, he struggled to understand him. He couldn’t grasp why Jimin pushed himself so hard, why he seemed so passionate, or why he was impatient about achieving his goals. Tae also described Jimin as intense….traits he found hard to relate to at the time. If you know anything about Tae and Jimin, it’s clear they’re fundamentally different people who approach life in very distinct ways. Add to that the fact that they’re the same age, and it’s easy to see how misunderstandings would arise.

I believe their many petty fights and arguments stemmed from these different approaches to life. The dumpling incident, while often highlighted, was more of a boiling point than the root cause of their conflicts. It forced them to address unresolved tensions and misunderstandings. This is why, after that fight, both admitted they’d gained a deeper understanding of each other, which ultimately strengthened their bond and brought them closer to where they are today. The way this fight is often described says a lot about their dynamic and the depth of their relationship.

On the other hand, Jikook’s “rainy day” story perfectly illustrates the foundation of Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship. Their bond is built on trust, support, and a profound emotional connection. While this wasn’t always apparent during their rookie days, anyone paying close attention could sense the nature of their bond and what it was rooted in.

The other members’ reactions to the rainy day story….rubbing goosebumps away, cringing, or making remarks like “That’s what a couple would do”, reveal how they themselves perceived the story. Even their singing of that angsty romantic taxi driver song adds to this perception. People might try to downplay it, but to me, it’s significant.

This story highlights the depth of Jimin and Jungkook’s emotional connection and how much Jungkook values Jimin’s presence and opinions in his life. It shows how their relationship has always been characterized by healthy communication and an innate ability to reach and support each other. Jungkook feeling bad about it years later underscores just how meaningful that moment was to him.

#jikook #jimin #jungkook #vmin #members discourse

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fungi-rat · 1 year ago

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another NPC Jax thing

so now that more theories are out here’s some theories I wanted to mash together for something.

so @pixelated-moon made a post mentioning how the normal npcs in the circus are marionettes, which could imply that they can “wear” the avatar skins like they are premade and the npcs simply wear them and act out the role they are coded.

but how does this connect to Jax being an NPC? If a NPC pretended to be him real Jax would know. Well,

This theory by @stardust948 gave me an idea that

-Caine accidentally kills real Jax and doesn’t know

-a Marionette NPC finds a way to wear the Jax model

-he blends in with the rest of the cast

this is how Jax has a door despite being an NPC. Caine just didn’t get a chance to mark Jax as dead and so the NPC replaced him and just made Caine think he was human.

I think this would make sense and I think it’s pretty fun. That’s all. Thank you to both of these people great theories!!

Links to posts under cut

marionette npcs

Caine killed Jax

#fungirat #Theory #tadc theory #jax npc #npc jax #Jax npc theory #jax tadc #tadc caine #npc theories

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countjesterrr · 4 months ago

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More Personal Headcanons for Gordie (cause yes :3):

I have mixed feelings on whether he can handle his spice; I would say he’s slightly good in tolerating it (better than his mother) but since he’s still British—he wouldn’t handle the real spicy shit.

Very much a meat loving kind of guy; in Twilight Wings, he is shown to be eating two steak patties, carrots (?? Wtf are those two squared shape ones idk), and maybe mashed potatoes (??? I rlly can’t tell). The main portion of the meal is the steak, so I’d say he enjoys his protein. Plus he does state somewhere probs in the dlc how he eats a ton in order to do the training he does !

Enjoys drinking. Again, from Twilight wings because they gave me a crumb of Gordie content— he definitely takes a liking towards going out drinking or enjoying a can of beer! Something to just take the edge off yk??

Does collab videos with Raihan; I feel like they are close friends (same thing with Milo cause they literally stand next to each other in the Tournament waiting room) and both have large fan bases with adoring fans! Only makes sense they do photos or videos together!

Hates the heat, he’s just so used to Circhester’s constant snow and feverish weather that once he steps out of his town..it’s overwhelming sweat especially in Wyndon.

As someone who also takes up so much time to get dressed and be aesthetically me, Gordie definitely has to wake up or do his hair and pick out clothes an hour or two ahead of time. ESPECIALLY HIS HAIR— it takes up the most time and he doesn’t like feeling rushed!

He reads every fan’s letter to him; in Twilight Wings, you can see the HUGE amount of gifts and letters he has. And he WILL go through all of them damnit! (Although he does feel uncomfy with the ones that cross the line but he tries to not let it get to him-)

He def studies the other gym leaders battles; just to see if he can improve on his own battle skills while maintaining his unique style!

When he was younger, he had prescription glasses. A bit of a bad eye sight but wears eye contact lens, plus he thought he wouldn’t cool with his normal glasses so he opted to wearing those fuckass shades (jk I love them 🫶)

His favorite color is yellow, because of Shuckle and cause he thought it would be a cool color to dye his hair. Makes him stand out!

Gets really bad bed head, also going along with how he has to get ready an hour or two early for shit..his hair is a mess in the morning

Rarely goes to family holiday trips or dinners; most of the time it’s to avoid the awkward conversations with his mum and the other 5% being cause of work— he does goes to drop off gifts to his family tho :))

Love languages are definitely gift giving and words of affirmation; his fanbase fuel his need for praise and acknowledgment. Although, he isn’t one to shy away from telling others that they are amazing as well (YOU SEE HIS GYM CHALLENGE?? HE LITERALLY PRAISES U IN YO EAR—).

His handwriting is either really neat or angular and sharp (this is me speculating his signature on his league card)

Would actually be so down to get other piercings,, not too crazy ones like snake bites or ones in the eyebrows. Just two more piercings on the outer shell of his ear would be cool!!

okay that’s it again yippiee!! I love doing these (me in my old wattpad era shudders)

#pokemon #gordie pokemon #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon swsh #doodle #ibispaintx #fanart #pokemon sword and shield #digital art #pokemon headcanons #headcanons #gordie headcanons #this is basically me yappin #not me analyzing 1.638949 singular frame of gordie in twilight wings again #I swear when twilight wings dropped I SCANNED EACH EPISODE FOR HIM #JUST FOR HIM TO HAVE ONE WORD IN THE EPISODE AND HAVING 1 AND A BARELY SHOWN IMAGE OF HIM IN THE BACK #I’m sorry GameFreak yall had me tweakin </3

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ssolvix · 4 months ago

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in the middle of writing a fic, i was struck with the thought of the various mercenaries and whether or not they could actually cook, so behold: my personal headcanons for all 9 of them and their culinary abilities.

Scout

I think the common headcanon I see is that he can’t, but my personal interpretation is that he technically can, just… can only make simple meals, stuff he probably learned from his mom.

I imagine he’s able to make some pastas, mostly microwaveable foods, maybe ramen, that kinda stuff. Things that don’t take too much effort.

He gets a passing grade here and can actually make stuff that is edible.

Soldier

Absolutely not. I feel like he tries and has the ability not to somehow burn down the kitchen, although he has no idea how to differentiate between what does and doesn’t taste good, so he just kind of mashes everything together.

It’s kind of a toss-up between whether what he makes is actually edible or not.

Pyro

Definitely not. I doubt they’re allowed anywhere near a kitchen. Always ends up either burning down the kitchen or the food.

Either way, everything they make is inedible.

Demoman

He can, just doesn’t tend to do it often. I wanna say it’s mostly simple meals, much like Scout, except he has a better grasp on how to actually cook.

He gets a passing grade— the food he makes is edible.

Heavy

He can cook. He’s had a period of his life where he was one of the sole providers for his family, it only makes sense to me.

Another passing grade, everything’s always edible.

Engineer

…I feel like I’m not the first to say this, but yes, he very much can cook, probably on the same level as Spy. (who we’ll get to later.) His food tastes amazing, it looks amazing, it smells amazing, he’s a good cook.

Once again, yes, it’s all edible and tastes great. He probably makes a lot of garlic bread.

Medic

This one was another that I was sort of on the fence about, although it feels fitting to me that he can cook. I don’t see him making a lot of western meals, though.

Yup, foods edible.

Sniper

I am so incredibly sorry but I can not see this man being able to cook for the life of me. I imagine him to mostly buy a lot of microwave foods or cup ramen, just things he can quickly prepare without having to worry too much. Cooking on his own is another story, he probably accidentally burns water or something.

It’s… sometimes edible.

Spy

100% can cook, yes. A lot of it is incredibly fancy and elaborate, it always tastes amazing and smells amazing, too. I imagine he also takes the extra step to lay out the cutlery to his own liking as well, ever the perfectionist.

It’s always edible.

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #headcanons #headcanon #tf2 headcanons #look i am So sorry but you cannot look me in the EYES and tell me that Sniper can cook

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ninjaduelist · 3 months ago

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you draw my hero academia and helluva boss fan art which is just as much infringing on intellectual property and content slop generation as AI image generation

Ah yes, the false equivalency. Okay, let's break this down.

Fan art is derivative work, yes! While personal, non-commercial use and sharing can generally be considered legal, selling it is where it becomes an issue. But there's something to keep in mind here, and that's the environment in which these things exist. Companies and artists are well within their rights to tell people not to produce/sell fan art. And some do! Disney is a prime example. I'm going to focus on anime though, as that's my particular wheelhouse.

Creating and selling fan art is a known and understood part of the fandom experience. Companies could very easily tell every single person in the artist alley to hit the bricks and hit them with a cease and desist, because it is against the law. And sometimes they do! Because they are all present at conventions, walking the aisles and looking out for problems. Looking for anyone who has over stepped a boundary. There's an understanding of what's going on and as long as you don't go too far, they're not going to bother. For example, if I remember correctly, Funimation would put a stop to it if you included the anime's logo in the artwork. Otherwise, you're fine. The main difference here is that with AI, people's art and art styles are being stolen without their knowledge or permission, and just about everybody wasn't cool with that. If you gave these AI people permission to scrape your work? By all means. But there's no understanding between artists and the AI people the way there is between companies and fans of their work like there is at conventions. So yes, infringement is happening but it's known and generally accepted (and often appreciated!) AI scraping is not.

Now that we've covered that, let's go over why drawing fan art and generating "art" with AI are different.

AI scrapes images directly from an artist and essentially just mashes what it finds together. I draw my art with my own two hands, and it doesn't look anything like the original. I create an entirely new image with my interpretation of the subject material with the skills I honed for years.

I am not a threat to anyone's livelihood. Companies and people are already turning to AI instead of hiring or commissioning real artists. Me drawing fan art for fun isn't going to replace anyone, and companies are in no way threatened by the existence of my art. I am not their competition.

Drawing fan art has little to no effect on the environment, whereas the energy needed to generate even a single image for AI is detrimental.

AI has no soul. What is the point of creating an image without having put in the effort to make it? What sense does it make to take the human out of the humanities? It's soulless and bleak.

At the end of the day, generative AI is disrespectful to art and artists. Taking the time to draw something because you love and appreciate it will never be "slop" the way generative AI is.

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chaos-chloe · 1 month ago

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I had a shower thought! What if the reader walks in on stream with matching outfits as one of the clooless pets?

I swear girlfriend i love you and your brain! This is something otherworldly cute-ness! Hopefully you wouldn't mind me doing 3/4 of the guys, i couldn't just do one of them. I forgot if Grizzy has a pet or not... if he does I'll add him later on and re-blog when its up! Enjoy lovelies! <3

Operation Dress-Up

Summary: You maybe steal their pet for uhh research purposes?

TW: plantoic!reader, nicknames,

Pezzy:

The familiar hum of Pezzy's livestream vibrated through the thin apartment walls. It was a constant, soothing backdrop to our lives, usually filled with the frenetic energy of button-mashing and excited commentary. But today, it was the calm, even tones of his "Just Chatting" segment, lulling me into the perfect mood for a bit of mischief.

My target: Sly. Pezzy's fluffy and pretty cat, a creature of regal disdain and surprising affection. And the mission: to transform her and myself into matching Huggy Wuggy abominations.

I crept towards his door, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. Pezzy considered me a little sister, someone to tease and protect in equal measure. And like any good sibling, I knew exactly how to push his buttons (especially the ones related to his meticulously curated streamer image).

Peeking inside, I saw Pezzy settled in his gaming chair, illuminated by the glow of his monitor. He was relaxed, chatting with his viewers about his upcoming Poppy Playtime speedrun, completely oblivious to the impending feline heist.

Sly, looking at the picture of feline apathy, was perched on his lap. Perfect.

I took a deep breath and slipped inside. “Pezzy!” I chirped, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “Can I, uh, borrow Sly for a sec? Need her for a, uh, very important… photoshoot.”

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “A photoshoot? For what, exactly? Is this one of your 'artistic endeavors' that usually involve glitter and my good cooking pots?”

“Maybe,” I conceded, batting my eyelashes. “Please? It’ll only take a minute.”

He sighed, defeated. "Fine, fine. But if I see her wearing anything even remotely resembling a tutu, I am cutting you off from my secret stash of mozzarella sticks."

I practically squealed, grabbing Sly from his lap before he could change his mind. "You're the best, Pezzy!" I yelled over my shoulder, hustling out of his room and into my own, a giggle bubbling up in my throat.

Sly, surprisingly, didn't resist. Maybe she sensed the impending chaos and decided to embrace it.

Inside my room, the matching Huggy Wuggy costumes lay spread out on my bed. I’d spent the better part of the afternoon sewing them. They were gloriously, terribly, perfect. Mine was a slightly oversized onesie, a riot of bright blue fluff and oversized teeth. Sly's was…let’s just say it was adapted for feline anatomy. It involved a lot of strategically placed Velcro.

“Okay, Sly,” I said, holding up her costume. “Let’s get you looking…terrifyingly adorable.”

Despite her initial skepticism (expressed in the form of a low growl), Sly eventually succumbed to my persistent coaxing. It wasn't pretty. There was a lot of wriggling, a few well-placed hisses, and one near-scratch to my hand, but eventually, she was transformed into a mini-Huggy Wuggy, her normally sleek fur almost entirely obscured by blue fluff.

The pièce de résistance, however, was the cardboard box. I'd found a small, sturdy box and painted it with geometric patterns to resemble the mythic cubes from Poppy Playtime. After securing it to Sly's back with some carefully placed straps, she looked like a tiny, fuzzy pack mule carrying a precious, pixelated cargo.

I dressed myself in my matching costume, the bright blue fluff immediately making me feel like a giant, cuddly monster. Together, Sly and I made a truly terrifying (and hilarious) sight.

Taking a deep breath, I threw open my door and stormed back into Pezzy's room.

He yelped, jumping back in his chair. "What the-?! What is THAT?!"

His chat exploded with laughter and confused emojis.

"We are the Huggy Wuggy duo!" I declared, holding Sly aloft like a prized trophy. “And Sly has brought you…the mythic cube!”

Sly, bless her heart, just blinked languidly at him, utterly unconcerned with the chaos she was unleashing.

Pezzy stared at us, speechless for a moment. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, you win," he said, shaking his head. "That's...that's actually amazing. And Sly, you're rocking that cube." He looked at his chat. "Well, folks, I think we have a new co-streamer. Meet the Huggy Wuggy duo, ready to help me conquer Poppy Playtime, one mythic cube at a time!"

Sly, as if on cue, let out a dramatic yawn, the cardboard cube wobbling precariously on her back.

I couldn't resist. I swooped in and gave Pezzy a giant, fluffy hug. "Love you, Pezzy!"

He chuckled, patting my back. "Yeah, yeah. Love you too, you terrifying fluffball. Now, get that cat off me before she claws my eyes out."

As the chat continued to erupt with laughter and demands for more Sly-cam, I knew one thing for sure: this was going to be a very entertaining stream. And I, along with my furry, cubic accomplice, was ready to steal the show.

Puffer:

The rhythmic click-clack of Cal's tiny claws against the hardwood floor was the only sound punctuating the tense silence. I held the cat, dressed in a ridiculously adorable Charizard costume, a miniature flame tail bobbing with each purr. I, of course, was sporting a Mega Charizard Y version, a spikier, more intimidating take on the classic fire-type. Cal seemed blissfully unaware of the parallel fashion statement.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. "Puffer? You decent?"

Silence. Then, a muffled, "One sec!"

My roommate, BigPuffer, a titan of a man who somehow managed to exude a comforting, almost paternal, aura, even with his gaming headsets and oversized hoodies, thought of me as a little sister. He had affectionately dubbed me "Squirt" when I first moved in, a reference to my nervous tendencies. He was also a wildly popular streamer, known for his chill vibes and genuinely wholesome commentary, even though he yells at them ALOT!

The door swung open, revealing Puffer surrounded by the glow of his elaborate streaming setup. His eyes widened behind his glasses as he took in the sight of me and Cal.

"Squirt? What's up?" he asked, his voice just a touch louder than usual, a telltale sign he was trying to maintain a professional demeanor for his audience.

I held up Cal. "Look what I got! Matching Halloween costumes! You're a huge Charizard fan, right? I thought it would be funny."

Cal, oblivious to the potential awkwardness, reached out a paw and batted at the microphone.

Puffer's eyes darted between me, Cal, and the chat window visible on his monitor. I could practically see the gears turning in his head. He usually kept his personal life separate from his stream, but this was...unexpected.

"Uh, chat, give me a second," he mumbled, turning away from the camera slightly. "Squirt, you know I'm streaming, right?"

"Yeah, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to say hi. And look! You could introduce Cal as, like, Ash's Charizard!" I chirped, completely missing the subtle panic in his eyes.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit. "Okay, okay. This is adorable. But... maybe later, Squirt? I'm in the middle of a pretty intense raid boss fight."

I frowned. "But... we're matching. You're missing out on peak meme potential!" I raised Cal higher, as if demonstrating his undeniable cuteness.

Suddenly, his chat exploded. A flurry of donations and messages flooded the screen.

xXx_PikachuMaster_xXx: IS THAT CAL?!?!?!

CharizardIsMyWaifu: OMG CAL IN A CHARIZARD COSTUME I'M GONNA CRY

SleepyEevee: Puffer we demand to see the roommate!

Puffer groaned, running a hand down his face. He looked utterly defeated. "Okay, chat, okay. You win." He turned back to me, a resigned smile on his face. "Alright, Squirt. Fine. But you have to promise to not roast me too hard on air."

I grinned, victorious. "Deal."

He gestured for me to come in. "Chat, meet Squirt. She's... well, she's basically my little sister. And yes, that is Cal dressed as Charizard." He paused, taking a deep breath. "And apparently, she's cosplaying as Mega Charizard Y."

The chat went wild. Emotes of exploding hearts and laughing faces filled the screen.

"Hi, chat!" I said, waving enthusiastically, almost knocking over a stack of energy drink cans. "Puffer's been teaching me how to play Pokémon Go. He says I have a real knack for catching Weedles."

Puffer chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't listen to her, chat. She's a menace."

He picked up Cal, who promptly snuggled into his neck. "Alright, chat, you got your wish. Now, let's get back to this raid boss before we wipe. Squirt, you wanna stick around?"

"Totally! Can I commentate?" I asked, my eyes sparkling with mischief.

Puffer looked at the chat, which was already chanting "SQUIRT COMMENTARY! SQUIRT COMMENTARY!"

He sighed, but this time, it was a genuine, fond sigh. "Fine. But if we lose, I'm blaming you."

And so, I spent the next hour commentating on Puffer's raid, dressed as Mega Charizard Y, holding Cal, dressed as regular Charizard, while BigPuffer, the gentle giant, battled digital monsters and tried not to spill his energy drink. It was chaotic, ridiculous, and undeniably, perfectly us. And for the first time, I understood why Puffer was so popular. He wasn't just a streamer; he created a community, a family, bound together by shared laughter and a mutual love of all things nerdy.

Droid:

I pushed the door open, and immediately, the scent of freshly opened Pokemon cards hit me. Droid sat hunched over his streaming setup, surrounded by stacks of empty booster packs. He looked up, his eyes widening behind his own – much less ridiculous – pair of blue and green glasses. The live stream comments were already going ballistic in the corner of his monitor.

Then he saw Oso.

His own German Shepherd, usually a picture of stoic dignity, was now wearing a miniature version of the same blue and green hoodie I was sporting. He looked deeply unimpressed.

Droid’s jaw dropped. He pointed a trembling finger at me, then at Oso. "No...no way! Is that...is that MY logo?!"

The live stream chat exploded. Emotes of dogs with mismatched glasses flooded the screen. Viewers were spamming "PogChamp" and "LUL."

"Happy birthday, Droid!" I yelled over the digital cacophony, trying to maintain my balance in the oversized hoodie. "I thought I'd give you a surprise!"

Droid's face broke into a huge grin. "This... this is the best gift ever!" He slapped the table, nearly knocking over a stack of holographic cards. "Chat, say hello to my amazing best friend/sister, [Your Nickname]! And her adorable co-star, Oso!"

Oso, bless his heart, let out a weary sigh, the tiny hoodie rustling with the movement.

Droid scrambled to adjust his camera. "We gotta get a better shot! Come on, [Your Nickname], get over here!"

I cautiously approached his desk, trying not to trip over the mountain of cardboard. Droid pulled me into a hug, nearly suffocating me in the process.

"You're the best, seriously," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection. "But you know I have to ask... why?"

I shrugged, trying to keep the glasses from sliding off my face again. "You always say you're like a dog with glasses looking for the best cards, right? Thought I'd bring your logo to life! Plus, Oso looks kinda cute, even if he doesn't think so."

Droid laughed, a genuine, booming laugh that filled the small office. "He does look adorable! Alright, chat, let's give it up for [Your Nickname] and Oso! They're officially the best cosplayers ever!"

The stream went wild again. Donations started pouring in. Someone even offered to buy Oso's hoodie.

"Okay, okay," Droid said, holding up his hands. "Let's get back to the cards. But first," he grabbed a pack and held it out to me. "You get to open this one, [Your Nickname]. Lady luck is on your side today!"

I cautiously took the pack, feeling the eyes of thousands of viewers upon me. With a deep breath, I ripped it open, the familiar scent of cardboard filling my nostrils.

The cards were… not great. A few commons, some uncommons, and a reverse holo Farfetch'd.

Droid, however, didn't seem to mind. "Hey, a holo is a holo! And you know what? This Farfetch'd is going straight into my personal collection. As a reminder of the most awesome birthday surprise ever."

He winked at the camera, then turned back to me, his eyes sparkling with genuine joy.

Even though I was sweating in the oversized hoodie, and Oso looked like he was plotting my demise, I couldn't help but smile. I had successfully embarrassed my best friend, entertained his entire audience, and maybe, just maybe, made his day a little bit brighter. Plus, I got a holo Farfetch'd out of it. Not a bad birthday present at all. Especially when shared with a friend.

Grizzy?

#frouse #frog house #fanfic #twitch streamer x reader #youtuber x reader #clooless #bigpuffer #elasticdroid #pezzy #grizzy

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sephirthoughts · 3 months ago

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cloud for the character ask if you haven’t done him yet, please :3

OH HO HO ANOTHER ANON SKULKING IN THE ASK GAME SHADOWS

let me see do i have any headcanons about

this guy?

yeah i have a few

Sexuality Headcanon:

canon: aromantic asexual. forced awkard mashing two barbies together kiss with generic waifu notwithstanding. cloud strife is aroace. that's what he is

serious: homoromantic-demisexual leaning toward ace

crack: poly pansexual sluttiverse

Gender Headcanon:

canon: male presenting

serious: transmasc and i don't have to explain myself next question

crack: genderless eldritch abomination that fucks

A ship I have with said character:

canon: NO ONE. cloud is asexual. the shippy horseshit the devs try to stuff him into with the harem of waifus for the loser gamebroz to jerk it to all falls flat and comes off forced and fake for a reason. that reason is that cloud is very very very clearly asexual. that said, i do think he has a fun, mutual, insanely toxic attraction to sephiroth

serious: sephiroth. OTP. their dynamic is planet-obliteratingly hot and they are clearly in love, in the worst, most toxic-ass obsessive freaky-shit have stabbed each other so many times way and i say that as a compliment. relationship goals. also vincent valentine. there are so many reasons for this, but the easiest one to explain is that their personalities and array of mental illnesses match one another's so well. also cloud can hang with vincent physically which is awesome. also i like to pair cloud in a FWB no-romance way with transfem tifa. they have a really cool dynamic

crack: OH HO HO EVERYFUCKINGONE except yuffie and that sentient wad of scrotal hair jessie

A BROTP I have with said character:

canon: zack, aerith

serious: zack, aerith, vincent

crack: he'd get along really well with rude. they could stand there being silent at each other. they'd also have sympathy with each other for having to work with a bunch of loud idiots

A NOTP I have with said character:

canon: tifa, aerith, yuffie, jessie. the whole harem. they're all godawful ship options for a variety of extremely obvious and less obvious reasons which i have yapped about in a lot of posts so i won't go over it again here.

serious: human slide-whistle yuffie and canon sexual predator jessie. otherwise i dunno man, i can make a lot of shit make sense, with some actual effort and storytelling. unlike the devs who seem to think boy+girl=chemistry. hell i shipped cloud with weiss the immaculate in canon-verse and made it make sense MY POWER IS LIMITLESS YOU FOOLS

crack: NO NOTPS IN CRACK

A random headcanon:

canon: cloud doesn't know what he looks like anymore. he just sees a weird blur in mirrors, and thus avoids them. he doesn't tell anyone because he doesn't tell anyone anything. you can show him a picture of himself and he will be able to see and describe the person you say is him, but he won't relate to the image as himself, nor will he retain it in his memory

serious: he's not terse, impatient, and a loner because he's broken. he was already like that before the trauma. he's perfect the way he is and does not owe his selfish shitty allistic friends any more exhausting masking than they already demand of him

crack: sephiroth beat the lifestream and cloud beat sephiroth therefore cloud is stronger than the lifestream which makes him the final arbiter of life and death in gaia. welcome to my shinigami cloud strife AU you're welcome

General opinion of said character:

cloud is so personal and deeply important to me that i actually talk about him a lot LESS than my other favorite characters, because exposing my thoughts and feelings about him feels like exposing myself, and i don't like to do that. i love him the way one loves a limb or a vital organ. if that sounds weird and dramatic, you will be pleased to recall that you are on tumblr dot com, the dramatic weirdo mothership. what were you expecting something normal?

anyway here are more pictures of my spirit animal soul mate long lost twin cloud strife

thank you for the asks anon! despite your cowardly skulking to evade my vengeance! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

#cloud strife #ask box #inbox games #for funsies #character asks #headcanons #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #ff7 rebirth #ff7 remake #ffvii #my headcanons #cloud ff7 #ff7 cloud

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rewritingcanon · 1 year ago

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roxanne and hugo headcanons please 🤲🏿

NYEHEHEHEHE OKAY 😋

roxanne:

perfect mix between angelina and george looks-wise. she’s got her mum’s complexion, hair, eye colour, naturally straight teeth and crazy metabolism, but her smile is her dad’s, her eye shape is her dad’s, her hands are long and spindly like her dad’s, and she flaps them around constantly when she’s being dramatic and talking. she also laughs like him. but funnily enough shes shorter than both her parents and she has no idea why.

people think fred and james are the new pranksters because of their namesakes but dont let this fool you. roxanne claims title over this

no for real she is a menace and she is more fred weasley than her brother. which sometimes pisses him off but you can rarely stay mad at her even if she is a shit.

great quidditch player. is a beater. daydreams about hitting her opps with her bat during history of magic class as a preventative from falling asleep

hoards fake tattoos. LOVES THEM. like she’ll never get a real tattoo, but she loves the fake ones

laughs at men who confess their love to her but takes the women who confess to her seriously (she’s not into girls she just respects them more)

pranks her dad the most. then her dad pranks her. fred and angelina… run for cover…

had a situationship with some transfer from durmstrang and literally never lived it down from fred

only got close with rose at hogwarts. shes a year younger than rose and she’s shocked to find out she’s secretly likeable

her favourite uncle is percy— yeah you would never guess. but she loves hanging with people who act like they have a small stick up their butt— it’s more rewarding when she wrangles a laugh out of them. plus percy spoils her the most and she has a sneaking suspicion she is secretly is favourite niece.

people pay her to prank their opps. shes like a clown hitman.

exercised for like a week and got abs from it. everyone is upset. also. is a gym bro. probably the master herder of all the gym bros.

made a secret trolls account to troll people. thought she was so smart for mashing the two concepts together.

ate playdough when she was a kid and was disappointed with how it tasted.

master jinxer. for real, cover your ankles if you’re an opp

opps in general tremble

never fought much with her parents, which is really fucking strange. maybe its because fred fought with angelina and george a lot so roxanne sought unconsciously to balance that out, but she just never thought anything was that serious enough to fight over

but she DOES have fights with fred. sometimes they scrap in the middle of the common room and the reason will be because she chucked a piece of paper at him or something. then two seconds later after she’s got bruises up her legs and he’s literally got a black eye, they’re showing each other their memes.

she’s extremely close with both parents but her best friend is literally her mum and when she gets a letter from her mum at dinner at hogwarts she’ll shamelessly start celebrating and cheering.

“look guys my mummy replied to me!!” “didnt she literally write to you yesterday?”

had pink hair for a moment in time in fifth year and pretended it was on purpose (she meant for it to be red whoops)

hugo:

looks a lot like ron except has his mums bushy brown hair (because thats canon… i know.. crazy…). very freckley and has a deeper complexion but not like his mum’s (yea hes lightskin 💪). built short like his mum though, and rose makes fun of him until he wakes up randomly one morning and hes 6ft.

personality wise hes a mix between his parents. hes a lot like ron in the sense that hes made of dry humour and loyalty to his friends, but like hermione in that he gets exasperated easily and also possesses undying loyalty. now that i think about it, hugo is just extremely loyal

definition of little freak. you know how as the line of cousins gets younger and younger and the youngest of them all is always just a weirdo? yeah, hugo is the youngest.

has a butt indentation on his bed from sitting on it and playing roblox all day. wont move from bed until he gets banned on the servers and is forced to touch grass

but when he touches grass he is all for the grass. rose has his ass on life360 and suddenly hes taken a train up to bumfuck nowhere to go on a spontaneous nature hike. suddenly he’s signed up to a chess club and queen gambits his way to the top spot. suddenly hes in a random protest and he doesnt even know what hes there for he just likes the energy

is called “snotty rat boy” in rose’s contacts

basically is a punching bag for all older siblings but is numb to the abuse and just accepts it (its all well-meaning and full of love)

is aroace but LOVES valentines. he goes all out to get cards for all his friends and family and makes them little trinkets (he can’t buy them anything bcuz hes a broke baby and has too much pride to ask his mum for money only to get her something thats worth less) and plans platonic dates and gets very offended when they have to cancel to spend time with their actual romantic partners. he once rang his mate up to ask for a refund for his time (he was joking but hugo is dramatic as hell and needs to feel loved at all times or else he will literally die)

is the main character of a cartoon network show. i just dont know what..

ipad kid vibes

cant cook anything but really good homemade pizza for some strange reason???

confirmed he was aroace when he was playing truth or dare with his gryffindor buddies (because hugo is definitely a gryffindor) late at night and got dared to french kiss some guy. after he had to flee the scene and brush his teeth out to get that gross taste away, and yeah, he had his suspicions beforehand but this basically confirmed it. and every time he recalls the feeling of kissing someone like That he gets this thousand yard stare on him… one would think hes having war flashbacks….

despite not wanting to get married like That, he wants to be a dad when hes older. He has a list of baby names on his notes app (or wizard equivalent), but they’re all shitty things you would name an oc or a sim, not a real person. shit like “ebony” or “crystal” or “axel.” he showed his list to lily luna once and she laughed and called them stripper names so he got mad and kept it very secretive from then on.

genius chess player. wizard beth harmon who?

is a vegan. it started as a joint pack with hermione (ron and rose said “fuck no”) but hermione caved after six months because she cant stay away from coffee. hugo persisted though

is the only one allowed to ruthlessly rip into and bully the shit out of rose. im not kidding, her parents cant even do it. theyre too scared. meanwhile hugo will walk past her in the hallway and say “oh you look uggo today” with a deadass straight face

thinks about moving out one day and having his own family and thinks about rose moving out and having her own family and how that family will be her primary family and he will be secondary family and how they will have to leave their parents one day— he instantly breaks down into tears. hes just a baby bird guyz plz!!!

does not have any parent hes closer to. ron spoils him more but also scolds him more. hermione rewards him less but lets him get away with more. it balances out.

very close with lily luna so when rose and albus had their falling out they just gossiped about it the entire time. lily would tell him how albus cried for three hours straight during lunch and hugo would tell her how rose started to fixate on their shower and started deep cleaning it the muggle way at four in the morning like she was possessed

is james’ godbrother but keeps forgetting it 💀

not bad at quidditch but never took a huge liking to it. likes watching more than playing and just agrees with whatever his dad’s opinions are on the teams (indoctrination)

able to cast a patronus before rose learned which had her tweak out a lot.

ive written tonnes…. so i will leave it there lol

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rhyslarsenlover · 3 months ago

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the ocean’s memories, a limited series.

title: chapter two - the tide.

warnings: none :)

chapter one 𖦹 chapter 2 𖦹 chapter 3

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

your feet feel rooted to the pier, heart pounding as you lock eyes with him. the guy from your dreams. standing right in front of you. no mist, no sleep to blur the line, he’s real.

“it’s you.”

the words hang in the air, charged with a tension you don’t understand. you want to respond, but your throat’s tight. this is all too much, this pull towards him, it doesn’t feel new, but you’ve never met him.

“i… i don’t understand.” the words slip out before you can stop them.

his eyes flicker and he runs a hand through his short hair.

he takes a couple steps back a little like he's trying to escape the moment, but his gaze doesn’t leave you. “you don’t... you don’t get it,” he says, voice edged with frustration. “he told me. he said you weren’t real.”

your heart stutters, and you take a step forward without thinking. “who? who told you?” you didn’t know why you wanted to know who told him, it was clearly more shocking that he even recognised you.

“john b. he said it wasn’t true.” his jaw tightens. “that you weren’t real.”

the words hit you like a slap. you’re left standing there, trying to piece together what that means. who is john b?

you open your mouth to ask more, but the boy’s gaze sharpens, like he’s fighting with himself. he clenches his fists, turns to look at the water, then back at you.

“fucking lying pogue,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

your mind races, heart hammering in your chest. what the hell is he talking about?

“i don’t understand. what do you mean?” your voice cracks, the urgency in your words surprising even you.

“no. this.. this isn’t right.” he shakes his head, the frustration in his expression deepening. his words hang in the air between you, unanswered, but the confusion in his face mirrors yours. it’s like he’s seeing you, recognizing you, but something is stopping him from fully acknowledging it.

“i can’t do this.” his voice is strained now. you stand there, frozen, watching him retreat, unable to form a response. he turns away, starting to walk off down the pier. his footsteps are quick, almost rushed. “wait!” you call after him, but your voice catches in your throat. he doesn’t turn back.

the echo of his words hangs in the air, his figure vanishing into the distance. the pier feels empty now, like the world’s gone still, holding its breath. the ocean crashes against the pier, the sound loud and disorienting. you look out at the horizon, as if it holds the answers.

but it doesn’t. for now.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you return home in a haze, the words still swirling in your mind like the sea that seemed to pull you toward him. it doesn’t make sense. none of it does. who is john b? why would he say that about you?

your grandmother’s house looms ahead as you approach, the salt air wrapping around you. you step inside, the door creaking behind you. the house is quiet except for the soft, shamanic music playing in the background, faintly from the kitchen. your grandmother is there, as always, sitting at her old wooden table.

“you look troubled, moonbeam,” she says, her voice steady, like she already knows what’s going on in your head.

you don’t even try to hide it. “i saw him. he’s real. not a dream. grandma, i'm so confused. i thought this was all a dream. this can’t be real? who is john b?” your words all mash together in a desperate attempt to communicate with her.

your grandmother doesn’t look surprised, but there’s something deeper in her eyes. she lets out a soft sigh, her voice lowering as she carefully sets her cards down.

“what you saw today. it was a piece of the puzzle you’ve been running from, y/n.”

“puzzle?” you swallow hard, trying to steady your breath. “what do you mean?” anxiety curls in your chest, tightening around your lungs.

she looks at you then, her eyes softening, but there’s something heavy in them, something she’s held back for so long. “your mother never told you, did she?” she asks, her voice low, almost like she’s testing the waters. “about john b.”

you shake your head. “she never mentioned him. who is he?” your grandmother studies you for a long moment, then slowly begins. “john b. he’s your brother. your twin brother.”

your heart skips a beat. “what?”

she nods, slow and deliberate. “but that’s not the whole story. your biological father wasn’t the man you think it is. it was big john.”

you blink, disoriented. “but, why didn’t anyone ever tell me? what about dad?” i say referring to the man that i’d loved like a father for my whole life.

she lets out a quiet breath, like she’s exhaling years of secrets. “your dad is actually your uncle. he and john are my sons. your uncle wanted to protect you from john’s thirst for treasure, so he helped your mum to escape. your mother, she knew you had something… something in you that was special. a power.”

“a power?” the word feels foreign on your tongue, and the hairs on the back of your neck had stood up when she said the word.

“yes, a power. your blood, y/n. your connection to this place, to this island. it’s deeper than you know.”

“when you and rafe are bound together, that’s when it will be unlocked.” she pauses, her voice quiet now, like she’s revealing something too big to grasp. “it’s tied to the treasure that your father, big john, was searching for.”

you stare at her, the words not fully sinking in. the world feels like it’s spinning. “what do you mean, bound together? who is rafe?”

“rafe cameron is the boy in your dreams. and he’s connected to you in a way you can’t understand yet. you’ve been dreaming of him for a reason. your dreams, they’re a glimpse into what’s been buried and your connection to him isn’t by chance. it’s fate.”

“but, i don’t even know him.”

your grandmother leans forward, her eyes intense, her voice almost a whisper. “the dreams, the connection, it’s all leading you back to the island. back to rafe. and to the treasure your father was searching for.”

you sit there, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. your mother, john b, big john, rafe. the pieces of the story are coming together, but they don’t fit. not yet.

“you’ve always been connected to this place, moonbeam,” she says softly, her eyes full of understanding. “and when the ocean calls you, there’s no running away.”

everything inside you freezes. the ocean, the island, rafe. it's all pulling you in. and you know you should heed rafe’s warning, to stay away from the ocean, but you can’t.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe obx #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #supernatural #spooky vibes #obx fic #obx x reader #obx

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