#meme: when you climb it rains

[talesfromlissom]

Hello!!! Your inbox looked loney :). Spare HC's for Optimus, Megatron, Smokescreen and Arcee for a bot!reader who's bigger than them? 😀😀

Reader whose taller than OP, Megs, Smokes and Arcee // TFP || Could be seen as either romantic or platonic

WARNINGS/TAGS - None, enjoy :)

A/N - I go feral when someone makes the reader bigger/stronger than the character they’re shipped with. Guys, give me big af and buff readers; cmon!!!

MEGATRON

He will try to fight you, like 100%. It doesn’t matter if you’re even more loyal to the Decepticon cause than Soundwave. He will try to fight you and won’t stop until he wins. What’s worst is if you let him win, he’ll demand a rematch. 

He thinks your size is excellent for virtually everything except that people will sometimes mistake you for the leader of the Decepticons (if you’re nearby) instead of him. This is primarily the rare, isolated species that the Decepticons stumble across when they travel the galaxy that know nothing of the war. 

If you want to mess with him, put his stuff in high places. Depending on your relationship, he might use you for spare parts, beat the shit out of you, or just begrudgingly ask you to get the object off of the high shelf. 

If you’re strong enough and can pick him up, he’ll be the angriest mech in the galaxy (he already is, but even more so). He’ll flail around, swear at you, and everyone will be shitting bricks and looking away from your ass whopping. Scruffing him like a kitten will guarantee this, but again, depending on how close you are, he might become a grumbling idiot. 

He might ask you to mass displace to feel better about himself sometimes because he’s an asshole

Laughs when your forehead or frame gets stuck/hits doorframes before doing the same thing probably 5 minutes later because he’s also tall 

OPTIMUS PRIME

The shared pain of being tall af is the first thing he thinks of before being wholly weirded out

The only person taller than him on Earth is Megatron, but Megatron also turns into a jet, so he isn’t sure if that counts. 

He most likely gives you a map of the base, marking off doorways and other entrances that are either too big or too small. He’s a big bot and has this map on hand at all times in his own data banks. Its most likely pulled up in the many, many tabs on his HUD. 

Don’t scruff him either. He doesn’t have much plating on the back of his neck, and his back is extremely sensitive due to it mostly being kibble, wiring, and being hit in his back way too many times for comfort. Picking him up regardless will most likely just prompt him to ask you to put him down before he threatens cleaning duty for the next month if you don’t. 

He won’t put you on cleaning duty don’t worry 

If you tease him about it he’ll tell Ratchet and then Ratchet will put you on cleaning duty. Beware the doctor. 

ARCEE

everyone is taller than her, so she doesn’t really care. Is having to crane her neck to look up at you annoying? Yes. 

Imagine that meme of the police officer having to stand on his car to flip the taller person off; that’s her to you on some days. 

Don’t pick her up either; she’ll stab you; she absolutely hates that. She’s like an angry chihuahua when that happens.

She’s less likely to fight you if you are helping her. Sometimes, she likes to use you as a perch to climb onto things or just to be high up. Sometimes, she also likes to sit on your shoulders to pretend she’s tall. 

She’ll probably use you for shelter during rain, snow, etc. 

She claims she does it with everyone and you’re not special (you are) 

SMOKESCREEN

He’ll also perch on you like Arcee, but it's for silly reasons rather than a tactical advantage. 

If you have audio fins or something along those lines, he’ll grab those and pretend to use them like joysticks. Indulging him will encourage this behavior; do not fall for it. 

He likes to feel tall and will ask a lot of questions about what it's like to be tall, which is ironic given that he technically is of average height. 

Failing to answer these questions will result in more. 

Honestly, he’ll also hide underneath your frame while it's raining. He hates the rain because it gets mud all over his paint and undercarriage. It's annoying to clean out, and you’re the perfect umbrella, in his opinion. 

He can and will laugh at you for banging your head on doorways before he walks into the wall right next to you or trips over something. 

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[freezingmcxn]

Moon can you pls pretty please describe how ur proxies look bc I lowkey wanna draw them as memes and i need a description

MY PROXIES (CRP AU)

HELPPP SURE WHY NOT! I wont go to into them tooo much cause I feel like you guys can be creative with them

(Anyone who doesn’t know about the proxies can read about them here)

All my proxies share one trait, they’re all dead. Their bodies are decaying shells, somewhat controlled by some of their own consciousness but mainly by Slenderman.

Think of them as zombie-like, yknow, rotting, deteriorating ..gross.

How each proxy died is hinted at by what they’re wearing, so take some guesses.

BOOTS

Boots is in the roughest shape.

Her blonde hair falls out in clumps, revealing patches of bare scalp.

Her eyes struggle to focus, and her eyelids droop shut like one of those old dolls you might have had as a child, the ones that close their eyes when laid down.

Her clothes, fit for hiking, are torn and speckled with mold. A worn out climbing harness hangs loosely from her hips.

Her skin is a sickly grey, tinged with a faint blue hue. One leg is twisted unnaturally to the side, forcing her into limping and stumbling often.

BAGSY

Bagsy stands out from the other proxies, with a lean, muscular build and a height of 6’6”.

They have an androgynous body and they dress in old, torn lumberjack clothing that have seen better days.

A burlap sack covers their head, torn to create eye holes, with a thick rope ominously tied around their neck.

Bagsy is armed with a battered, old shotgun, often slung across their back, they use this to kill victims.

SHINER

Shiner is the shortest of the proxies, but he’s by far the strongest and most violent.

He has jet-black hair and a jaw that hangs loosely, swinging as he moves.

He wears a filthy grey raincoat, stained with a mix of blood, mud, and god knows what else, along with worn black rain boots.

He has a permanent black eye that leaves him with only one “working eye”.

His lips are a light blue and his skin is pale and grey, like Boots. There are multiple cuts and bruises all over his face, neck and arms.

[mimzy-writing-online]

A (unironically) wonderful conversation I had with my mum:

Mum: hey don't open the kitchen window any time soon, there's two spiders outside and one of them's an albino spider so there's no way you'd see it

Me: Are they daddy-long-legs?

Mum: ...well, they're outside

Me: oh, yeah they're probably some freaky garden spider or something

Mum: yeah and the white one is sitting next to the windowsill, the other's off to the side

I don't know, there's something delightful about family and friends taking the time to find me and warn me about little dangers I wouldn't be able to see. My best friend tells me about curbs a few feet in advance. My mum warns me if there's gum or a spilled drink on the sidewalk so my cane tip won't get sticky and gross. If it rains my mum helps me avoid accidentally stepping on the worms that climb onto the sidewalk. If there's a cobweb in the corner or on the ceiling she offers to clean it.

I've had strangers warn me about branches on the sidewalk after storms or move obstacles out of my path. One woman helped me plan a detour because the campus quad was blocked off.

There's also the cuter little moments, like someone telling me about the seasonal special when we walk into a restaurant or cafe, or describing a dog or cat on the street.

My best friend sometimes tries to describe memes to sighted people only for them to go 'why can't you just show me the meme???' and he's like, 'oh, I forget not everyone's blind'

Anyway, I love the people in my life, and I love humanity in general

[oikawa-s-milkbread]

Prank

Pairing/s : Sanzu x Reader

Warning/s : cursing, Sanzu being a dumbest dude on a daily basis. fluff

A/N : idea came when I was staring at the droplets of the rain on my window, thought that cuddling is the best when it's raining.

It's Saturday. The day Sanzu took a day off to spend his pretty little time with his darling, YN.

You two were just cuddling on the sofa as you are holding your phone while watching random videos on TikTok. A random video pops up.

You know those videos where there's a girl taking her baby out of the bed while showing only her huge butt or a girl climbing off the swimming pool rail and showing her massive tits? And then a stitch coming where a random person asks the viewer what color the baby's shirt or what color is the umbrella behind the swimsuit girl? Yeah that kind of video pops up. You already knew that video, you've seen it before. A thought suddenly came to your mind. You will definitely try it to Sanzu.

You paused the video before it even start and looked at the pinknette. You squint your eyes when you saw him grinning and raising his eyebrows in a playful way “Have you seen this video?” His smile turned into a frown, “What? Of course not. I don't have time for that.” Clearly, he's right. He's just so busy with his job on Bonten and for sure he doesn't have time to sit still and watch this crazy videos on internet.

“My, my YN, and here I thought you're gonna ask me to do 'it'”

Heat rushed up to your cheeks and you lightly slap his arm “W–what? I would never! How could you think that?” how does this Bonten's own dumbest think that? For sure, he is the one who will come crawling to you when he's horny. Not the other way around.

“Well, I thought you got tired of watching videos and you'll ask me to do 'it' because your face says so”

“Oh my god! You're unbelievable, Haru.” you facepalm and your attention went to your phone. “Anyways, you need to watch this video. I think this is for you” you smirk.

You thought this video will help you get a reaction from Sanzu. Well, you've been watching random videos on internet, showing it to Sanzu hoping to get a funny reaction or face from him. A meme, a jump scare, a clip from a horror movie, any videos that you thought a normal person will react to.

But you're awfully wrong. Sanzu is no normal. We all know that.

You put your phone near the pinknette's face, showing him the video and clicking the play button.

The video plays and a stitch came, showing a man saying “what color was the baby's shirt?”

You paused the video and looks at him.

“So? What color was the baby's shirt, Haru?” you smirk, waiting for his answer. His eyes widened and your grin widened when you saw his reaction. You are screaming internally because finally. FINALLY. You will see his funny face.

He suddenly looks up, a sign that he's thinking, “Well, it was red, baby. How could you not see that? Your eyesight must be bad. You need to be checked.” you frowned at his answer. You are not expecting that he will get the right answer!

“What? H–How? How did you know?” now he's frowning too, confused because of your sudden question. He looks at you like you're the dumbest earthling in the earth.

“What do you mean how did I know? Duh? We watched the video. YN even though you're smart, sometimes you are really dumb. Guess nerds like you can be dumb sometimes, huh? Well, i guess it's okay since you're my pretty little dumb girl~♡” the duh got you.

“No, I was expecting that you don't know the answer!” you made angry noises. Now, you're sulking.

He looks at you, still confused. “I thought you won't know! because you will focus on the girl's butt not on her surroundings. You're so dumb, Haruchiyo.” you said. You flip yourself, showing your back to him.

“aaahh, I get it. You thought that I will drool over that bitch' dump? No, darling ♡ I am loyal! What do you think of me? A fuckboy? And for the record, I was staring at the baby, you know?” his hands snaked their way into your waist, hugging you from the back. “I was wandering how you would look good if you're the one holding a baby. Hmm, it must feel like I am in heaven if that happens.” you could feel his hot breath on your neck. Your face turned red as he continue breathing in your scent.

You weren't expecting this kind of reaction. Your heart flutters when you remember his words just now. Those butterflies in your stomach, well, you prefer calling it 'monsters' because you feel weird. It feels like something or someone is tickling you.

You faced him, looking up, you replied with, “I love you, Haruchiyo.” you buried your face on his massive chest, secretly smelling him so he won't know. You don't want another embarrassment.

Instead of replying to your 'i love you' he said, “Oh? I didn't know you like my scent, sweetheart.” your face heats up even more and you didn't reply. You just hugged him. You stayed like that for about 5 minutes.

You look up to him and you saw him staring, “Wha-” before you finish your sentence, he crashed his seductive lips on yours, exploring every inch of your mouth, his tongue fighting with yours. Those monsters in your stomach begins to flutters again. His right hand went to the back of your head, pushing you to himself. When you two pulled away, a string of saliva between your lips is visible.

He rest his forehead on yours. His ocean like eyes staring deep into your eyes, “I love you so much, YN. Don't ever think I will ever stare at some girl's body. I am contented with yours.” your eyes watered and you gave him your most genuine smile, “How can I look at those girls? When you have this sexy body of yours and this huge tits?” your smile faded when you felt his hands went to your boobs, massaging it, “And your luscious lips that I am very sure could do anything.” he raised his eyebrows playfully.

“Wow, you found another way to ruin a mood, Akashi Haruchiyo” you rolled your eyes.

Although, you are not the type to be jealous with trivial things but thinking that Sanzu may or may not look to other women makes your heart ache.

You snapped out of your thoughts and gave him a kiss on his cheeks. You can see his face turning into a tomato.

You won't get tired of this for sure. After what happened, you loved him even more. His stupidity is what you love the most though.

[sp0o0kylights]

Ooh, no. 17 (Gareth climbing in Will's window) for the WIP meme?

This is a lil Greatwise oneshot I started the end of last year! I figure I'll finish it out and put it up when Mariah Carey thaws out a bit more.

Snippet:

"Oh my god you're going to wake everyone up!" Will hissed, one hand yanking on Gareth’s arms while the other grabbed the back of his shirt. 

"It’s fine." Gareth said,as he clumsily rolled to the floor. "Though dude I have some complaints about you picking the upstairs bedroom in this fancy new house of yours. I know damn well there's two rooms in the basement." 

“One is Jonathan’s and the other is a guest room.” Will muttered, quickly closing his window as frigid air rolled in. “Which you also know.” 

Gareth popped up, shaking his head like a dog. Little flurries of snow rained about off his hair, and exasperated, Will just stared at him with his arms crossed

[cocotierz]

A catalog of all my completed and ongoing fics. These are all explicit, please check ratings and tags.

reylo

oneshots

all the right reasons

Rey Palpatine has a big crush on Professor Solo. When she leaves her diary behind after wasting his office hour, Ben sees just how much he has to teach her.

baby blues

Rey becomes pregnant after a one-night stand. Ben decides to do the honourable thing.

rain on me

The state of California has put restrictions on water usage per household due to drought but Rey’s roommate Ben has a solution. What’s some platonic co-showering between friends?

signals crossing

It's a lot easier to accidentally chrome cast porn to your neighbours TV than one would like

loving you is cherry pie

Rey Niima knows for a fact her pies are nothing short of delectable. So why is it that neighboring criminal defense attorney and resident asshole Ben Solo keeps ordering slices just to pick at it without taking so much as a bite?

don't let it stop

Ben and Rey are no strangers to competition, so when Ben proposes they see who can resist the other for the longest, they both get extremely creative to make the other break.

multichapter - completed

sign of the times

Fifteen-year-old Rey Niima can’t stand her neighbour Ben Solo. So you can imagine her surprise when she wakes up fifteen years in the future in bed with him — especially when he is calling himself her husband.

delivered

The guy Rey hooked up with at that frat party is turning out to be weird, pushy, with no respect for boundaries. And yet…

ask for more

Rey is single and wants Ben as her Alpha. Ben is hung up on some nameless Omega. They make a mutually beneficial and strictly platonic arrangement.

talk to me boy

In which Rey is a romance author, Ben is her editor, and Rey needs help with a sex scene.

multichapter - wip

queen of disaster

Crown Princess Regina and First Son of the United States Benjamin Solo hate each other. Fate, it seems, has other plans.

once upon a dream

Rey and her virgin sisters live and dance by the lakes, giving offerings to the gods. That is until the demon prince Kylo Ren takes a liking to her and steals her away to the underworld, to be his wife.

cool about it

Rey treats her dms with a list actor Ben Solo like a diary of sorts, sending him rants, memes, nudes, and recipes. It’s not like he’ll ever see it…right?

playing house

Rey Niima became an au pair in order to sightsee and improve her French. She did not become an au pair to pine after her brooding host and grow attached to his adorable daughter.

series

loser ben

drive through

Sixteen-year-old Ben Solo isn't used to pretty, kind of scary girls climbing on top of him and taking what they want - that is until he meets Rey.

video games

Rey really wants the snail Squishmallow at the arcade. She also really wants to suck her boyfriends cock.

migwen

oneshots

if you're seeking heaven (then you want to come and get it)

The girl next door is loud and arrogant and only a couple months into legal territory. Miguel shouldn’t be wanting to fuck her like some starved old man.

[archivalofsins]

Admittedly I'm in a downer mood- So, we're gonna talk about Mikoto!

I love all the callbacks to MeMe in Double. It's exactly like how in the climax of some musicals they reference back to other songs within them.

The best examples of this I can think of off the top of my head are-

Dirty Dudes Must Die (Nerdy Prudes Must Die Starkid)

Literally the name is a direct reference to the title of the musical and a song previously in it.

Nerdy Prudes Must Die

"Nerdy prudes must die. Nerdy prudes must die. Everybody cool watch those nerds run for their lives. Jaegerman will rise blood will be my prize. Nerdy, nerdy prudes watch me shock and cock you block. The jock you demonized."

Dirty Dudes Must Die: "Dirty dudes must die. Dirty dudes must die. Every dirty dude watch us nerds destroy your kind. Chastity will rise- Your soul will be my prize. Everybody cool watch me score rewrite the lore of the nerds you minimized."

"Everybody cool watch those nerds meet their demise. The cleansing of your kind expose the bloody lie. Nerdy, nerdy prudes watch me spawn and prey upon you anti-socialites."

"Who will pray for me when I'm gone? Or until another Richie comes along-"

Dirty Dudes Must Die: "You think I'd stop with him? You think the time that I was chaste was being waste on a holy mission? I'm the girl you thought you knew- Just keep your hand right on my thing like all the guys who came before you."

"Who will prey for me when I'm gone? Or is this the eternal dark without a dawn? Who will pray for you when your body's gone? This is the consequence for what you've done!"

Dirty Dudes Must Die- "Who will pray for you when your body's gone? This is the consequence for what you've done!

"Or is this the eternal dark without a dawn? " - "I'm not a loser!"

Dirty Dudes Must Die: "If I can finally be cool. I will know that I'm not a loser. And if I finally break the rules I will know of my world I'm the ruler. The darkness will spare my soul."

Cool as I think I am

"What if people see me as someone other than who I am? Cooler than I think I am- Am I cooler than I think I am? If I can finally be cool- I will know that I'm not a loser! And if I finally break the rules- I will know of my world I'm the ruler! But is that who I think am- Is that who I think I am? Who do I think I am? Who do I think I am..."

So Much for Stardust (So Much (for) Stardust Fall Out Boy)

Also, funnily enough the album title adds the parenthesis to recontextualize the album title, giving it a double meaning. Just like what's done within the English lyrics of Double. This makes it possible to read the title as So Much Stardust or So Much for Stardust. Simultaneously giving the impression of having a lot and nothing. As to say So much for in English is to go basically so much for that I thought I had it but I didn't.

Titling the album this way directly foreshadows the ending.

"(So much for stardust) We thought we had it all, thought we had it all- Thought we had it all, thought we had it all, thought we had it all."

Love From The Other Side

"I saw you in a bright clear field."

So Much (For) Stardust- "I'm in a winter mood, dreaming of spring now."

"Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse- And I just about snapped." - "I saw you in a bright clear field. Hurricane heat in my head. The kinda pain you feel to get good in the end, good in the end. Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain. "Give up what you love. Give up what you love before it does you in."

So Much (For) Stardust: "I feel like something bad has stretched out over and over again. Until I'm creased and I'm about to break down the middle. Split me right down the middle, right, right down the middle, yeah."

Heartbreak Feels So Good

"No matter what they tell you. The future's up for grabs and no. No matter what they sell you. Is there a word for bad miracle? Nobody said the road was endless. Nobody said the climb was friendless. But, could we please pretend this-Won't end?" - "We'll cry later or cry now, but baby. Heartbreak feels so good."- "It's open season on blue moods. Light from a screen of messages unsent."

So Much (For) Stardust: "Life is just a game, maybe- I'm stuck in a lonely loop, my baby." - "Another year of possibilities left unwrapped."

"We were a hammer to the statue of David. We were a painting you could never frame and- You were the sunshine of my lifetime. What would you trade the pain for?"

So Much (For) Stardust: "In another life you were my babe. In another life you were the sunshine of my lifetime. What would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure."

Hold Me Like A Grudge

"Thaw out my freezer, burn feelings, for twenty summers."

So Much (For) Stardust: "I'm in a winter mood, dreaming of spring now. I'm burning myself down. Burning myself down, burning." - "The stars are the same as ever I don't have the guts to keep it together. Stuck in the permafrost, stuck in the permafrost."

Goodbye (Inside Bo Burnham)

Don't Wanna Know

"I'd bet I guess the answer but I don't wanna know." -"I'd give away the ending but you don't wanna kn-"

Goodbye: "Wanna guess the ending if it ever does-"

Comedy

"If you wake up in a house that's full of smoke don't panic, call me and I'll tell you a joke."

Goodbye: "If I wake up in a house that's full of smoke- I'll panic so call me up and tell me a joke. When I'm fully irrelevant and totally broken, damn it. Call me up and tell me a joke. Oh shit; you're really joking at a time like this?"

Look Who's Inside Again

"Trying to be funny and stuck in a room. There isn't much more to say about it. Can one be funny when stuck in a room?"

Goodbye- Does anybody want to joke when no one's laughing in the background?

"Well, well- Look who's inside again. Went out to look for a reason to hide again. Well, well- Buddy, you found it."

Goodbye: "So this is how it ends. I promise to never go outside again."- "So long, goodbye. Hey, here's a fun idea. How 'bout I sit on the couch and I watch you next time? I wanna hear you tell a joke when no one's laughing in the background.

And my favorite one

Welcome To The Internet

"Could I interest you in everything? All of the time? A little bit of everything. All of the time. Apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime."

Goodbye: Wanna guess the ending? If it ever does; I swear to God that all I've ever wanted was- A little bit of everything, all of the time. A bit of everything, all of the time. Apathy's a tragedy, and boredom is a crime.

"Look at you, you, you- Unstoppable, watchable. Your time is now. Your inside's out. Honey, how you grew. It was always the plan to put the world in your hand."

Goodbye: I'm finished playing, and I'm staying inside.

The same lyrical techniques are applied throughout Double. In more subtle ways. This method of having lyrics that tie back to previous songs to create a consistent narrative isn't just a thing specific to English ones either.

It's something that's been prominent within music for a good while.

Though I see it more within English music simply due to listening to more music in that language. I think it's interesting that this is most overt with Mikoto.

Especially when I haven't noticed this being done as much within the lyrics of other prisoners' songs. This could come from the fact that Mikoto as a character is very referential, and staff has stated this since the beginning.

Thank you @doctorbunny for getting these for me and the translations.

[MeMe Creator's Comment] (Left Image) From here on out its gonna be Hell! I drew the storyboards with that in mind. What a dreadful murderer… I hope you'll keep that feeling in mind (lol) (Right Image) Instead of the usual showy kind of MV, the colours and composition are more like a Western movie with a theatrical elocution full of wit. I love the designs of the tarot cards and T shirt so much I want to wear them myself, I hope you enjoy watching! Director - DMYM

This could come from the fact that Mikoto's character has been openly influenced by western media to an extent. Something I've discussed in other posts. This could impact the way his songs are written as well. Though that's just speculation on my part.

However, the self-referential lyricism is undoubtedly there. So, I'd like to do what I did with those other songs with lyrics within Double. To highlight the consistent narrative being told within Mikoto's trials a bit more. So, people can maybe understand where my thoughts on certain things come from.

While subtle these lines still get the main point across spectacularly.

Let's get into it-

DOUBLE

"I’ve got you, leave it to me."

MeMe

“I” will save "me".

An easy one right out of the gate with that one off the table let's get into the fun stuff.

"All those ridiculous accusations."

Double: "All I did was dream, and that’s what you found GUILTY? “He’s a liar”, you said, and made me out to be a scoundrel, why?"

"Hurting it, holding it down, it doesn’t change anything, does it? Ahhh, it’s the same anywhere I go. It’s like what’s wrong isn’t wrong. I’m already the fake one."

Double: "Keeping things at bay, you’re doing your best “No, I need to do more…”, say what? You’re gonna break. Me, the newborn other you, I’ll take it all on."

"You don’t have to keep it in and hide it away. “I” will save “me”. Snuggle together and say “Good night”. Switch, Shake up that brain."

Double: "Doesn’t matter if you didn’t wish for it, can’t get rid of me now. Just the two of us, relieved, aren’t you? I’ll protect you (us)." - "Welcome home, another day, another day with that hardly barely there of a smile."

"“I” will save “me”. Snuggle together and say “Good night”. Switch, shake up that brain." - "The minus energy that I swallowed hugged me- Maybe it’s ok to try to keep on living split in half, make that heart beat."

Double: "Hey now, I saved you, right? So why in the hell are you crying? Cling to me, hoist me up as your “savior”, stand up and sing out your gratitude, that’d be good."

"So I will NEVER forgive you if this is happening to me even though I’m right. Why, hey why, please let me out of here? Please tell me it’s a mistake, that’s it’s a lie. That I’m right, I’ll forgive you if you tell me now."

Double: "Hey, I just wanted to save you, so why did it come to this? Cling to me, hoist me up as your “savior”, stand up and sing out your gratitude, so why?"

Why, hey why, I’m nowhere to be found?

But he is somewhere to be found in MeMe he hands this card to the other one. The Death card in its upright position a symbol of change- letting things go.

I’ll forgive you If you tell me now.

Mikoto says exactly the same thing to the other as he does to Milgram- If you just tell me I was right that this wasn't too much. If you just show them, I'll let all of this go.

I'll forgive it just-

Come to know me as an honest man, eat your words, gulp them down.

You mistook me for something I'm not made ridiculous accusations said I'm a liar. The least you could do is apologize. We all make mistakes though...

"So I wasn’t forgiven. How cruel, even though I said I didn’t do anything. It’s making me resentful."

You just got the wrong person right go on just say you got the wrong person it's not that difficult to admit.

Double: "I don’t even know, the reason why I’m here “He’s a liar”, you said, and made me out to be a scoundrel, why?"

Mikoto states in his second trial voice lines even though he said he didn't do anything while in the voice drama Mikoto (John) states he doesn't even know what happened.

"I don’t remember a thing, it couldn’t be helped, I’m DOUBLE (MeMe) I was having such a hard time, I was trying so hard."

"If I could laugh- If I could go back, I’d play dead even though I’m alive right? If I could end- If I could stop, how long would this dream go on?" - "If I could break it- If I could change. Can I do it, I wonder from when I started to gave up? If I could lose it- If I could choose, is this selfish? This isn’t too much is it?"

(MeMe) I was having such a hard time, I was trying so hard. - "Ahhh, It’s the same anywhere I go it’s like what’s wrong isn’t wrong!"

Mikoto: [scream] You’re all fucking annoying! I’ll beat you all to death, pieces of shit!!!

Mikoto: AAAHHHHHHHHHH!! DESTROY EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING!!

Mikoto: My Life... It wasn't supposed to be this way.

Doesn’t matter if you didn’t wish for it, can’t get rid of me now. - I’m already the fake one. - Me, the newborn other you, I’ll take it all on.

[sholiofic]

WIP Find the Word meme

I was tagged by @black-bentley! I'm not going to do the "passing it on" part because my brain came to a screeching halt on trying to think of more words, so I will simply share some snippets of WIPs. In fact, since I have a ton of WIPs right now, this is a nice opportunity to give the Biggles fandom a look at what I'm working on. (All picked from the Biggles folder; I figured I'd branch out to my other 10,000 WIPs if I couldn't find all the words there, but I didn't need to.)

Rules: Share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the words in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word).

BB: The words I'm passing on are quick, leg, blink and wait!

Quick

This is the first few paragraphs of a fic I originally started writing for fan-flashworks' "Guest" prompt (on DW) last year and then wandered away from at the point where I had to figure out the actual plot.

It was absolutely inevitable, and yet when Algy opened the door and found Erich von Stalhein on the doorstep, he said, "Oh no," more or less automatically.

There was a quick tug of something like a smile on the normally implacable face, and von Stalhein said, "Greetings. May I come in? It's raining out here."

"Yes, fine, if you must." Algy noted that he was wearing a slightly threadbare greatcoat that looked as if it had seen service in the last war, only to be meticulously patched back together, and he was using a fold of it to protect the paper-wrapped parcel under his arm. For this reason mainly, Algy stepped back and allowed him in without putting up more than token resistance.

From the sitting room, Biggles called, "Erich? Is that you? Come save me, they're forcing me to endure a party in here."

The look that crossed von Stalhein's stern face as he took his coat off was something that Algy almost wished he hadn't seen, a quick flicker of softness and humour entirely at odds with the rest of his cold aspect. "I can't save you, I've come to join them."

Leg

This is a Sakhalin escape AU in which EvS doesn't show up in the chain gang on the day of the escape, so under the cover and confusion of the fire and related events, Biggles and Fritz have to figure out a way to break into the prison and look for him. I figured this fandom needs a good old fashioned prison break AU.

Following Biggles's instructions, Fritz climbed on [the horse] using a block of wood to mount. Biggles instructed him briefly in the use of the reins. The horse was well trained and calm, startling only a little, which would help.

"Hold this rope. You can take me in as an escaped fugitive. They won't know there's anything wrong until they count up the chain gang and realize they have an extra man."

"And then what?" Fritz asked, pale with tension. He took the rope end with a hand that shook slightly.

"By then we will hopefully have found your uncle and we will be ready to leave." Biggles clasped his hands together with the end of the rope tucked inside, so it was not evident they weren't actually bound but instead had the rope looped around his wrists. He looked up at Fritz. "You understand the danger we face."

"As well as you do," Fritz said. He took a deep breath and gently tugged on one of the horse's reins as instructed, turning its head toward the half-open door of the mill.

Biggles nudged Fritz's leg and gestured toward the riding crop fastened to the saddle. "Carry that. If they try to argue with you, I shall make some sort of trouble and you can strike me with it. That will be distracting, at least."

Wait!

It took me a while, but I found a proper one with the exclamation point because I guess I had to make a scavenger hunt out of it. This is from the original version of the fic Rear Guard Action, in which EvS collapses during the escape from Sakhalin. I only kept the first section, and then it changes where Biggles stays behind with him in the published-on-AO3 version. Originally EvS stayed unconscious until they got him back to the Otter, so it was mostly from Algy's POV at that point.

Algy dropped the blankets on the floor, and then knelt beside von Stalhein and, businesslike, began to strip off the wet rags; by this point the cold, sodden prison suit was doing more harm than help. The fabric was so rotten that it came apart in his hands. Beneath it—

Algy swore again.

He had not wanted to feel pity for his enemy. He very definitely had not wanted to see him like this, ribs standing out beneath the clotted cuts of what Algy knew immediately were recent whip marks. There were others crisscrossing under those, partly healed, and colorful bruises that might be old or new; with the bad treatment it was unlikely that von Stalhein would heal quickly or well.

The soft bump of the boat against the hull, a twin to the earlier sound of Ginger's arrival, drew him with great relief from this task. Algy laid a blanket across von Stalhein and went to open the cabin door.

"Fritz," he said with relief, clasping the boy's hand and helping him in. "Ginger, let's trade. I'll take the boat, you come in and get warm."

Ginger shook his head stubbornly, blinking snow off his lashes. His hair was frosted white. "No, you stay dry, one of us shouldn't be soaked at least. Your coat is doing well enough for me. I'll fetch another of the men and then take you up on that, all right?"

"All right," Algy said reluctantly. "Wait!" He pulled down the damp coats and threw them into the bottom of the boat. "Take those back for the others."

Ginger gave him the familiar cheeky, boyish grin and paddled off into the growing dark. Algy shut the door and turned to Fritz, who had gone straight to his uncle and was bending anxiously over him.

"Go ahead and get him out of the rest of those wet things and wrapped up," Algy told him, relieved to put the task off on someone who wouldn't mind. His chest still felt hollow with unwanted pity. "I'll make us something hot."

Blink

Technically I COULD have used the above excerpt which also has "blink" in it, but I picked another one. This is another alternate version of a published fic, this time for Any Landing You Walk Away From, the one in which EvS is electrocuted on the fence. In the original version, Biggles (who has been shot) had to fly a plane while trying not to pass out. (I ended up having them rescued by Algy & co. instead.) I still want to repurpose that entire sequence for something else, because it was a lot of fun to write.

Biggles blinked sweat out of his eyes. He felt cold and dizzy. This was going to have to be a short flight, he thought. Fortunately they were not in a hostile country, just a temporarily hostile corner of it. Any field or suitably long and straight road would do. He just had to find one.

He heard von Stalhein say his name. In the glow of the dash controls, Biggles saw von Stalhein move jerkily and push down Biggles's flight jacket so he could lean forward to shake at his arm. "You're flying erratically," he said. "Are you trying to evade something?"

"Only my own poor decisions," Biggles said with what was trying to be a smile, but from the look on von Stalhein's pale face, he decided it hadn't worked as he'd hoped. "I need to find a place to set down this bird. Do you think you can help me find one?"

"In that?" von Stalhein asked, looking down.

They were flying above the cloud ceiling, cotton-soft in the moonlight. From what Biggles recalled, it would stretch for miles. They had to get beyond it, or go down through it.

---

Thank you for the tag, @black-bentley!

[wolverinedoctorwho]

story time: i walked uphill both ways to school (no, genuinely)

The town I grew up in has a lot of hills, some very, very steep. One of those steep hills is in my neighborhood, between my house and what used to be the middle school.

It looked, roughly, like this:

Now, if my house is to the left of this image, and my school is to the right, you can see that, no matter which direction I walk, I would head down the steep hill on one side and up the steep hill on the other. And I did! And it SUCKED!

Eventually I got to high school, which aside from being an extra five minutes walk, also had a hill that looked, more roughly, like this:

My house is on the right in this image, and the school on the left. As you can see, I had to walk downhill away from my house, walk uphill a bit, walk downhill a bit, climb up the big hill, and then go down on the other side to get to school. The heights definitely aren't as dramatic as I'm drawing them, but they sure FEEL dramatic when it's August and you're wearing long sleeves so you don't break dress code (and bc in the warmer months they keep it very cold in the school building) and you have a full backpack and a 15 minute trek home.

"Now Lily," you may be asking, "if you did walk uphill both ways to school, as the memes foretold, did you ever do it in the snow?"

Yeah, actually. Not super heavy snow, mind you, this is Arkansas, but there were a couple of times I walked home while it was actively snowing. More often then not though it would just be raining really hard.

TLDR - I walked uphill both ways to school. Life is funny that way.

[gilgamish]

WIP Whatever - The Great Chapel of Julianos

i vastly overestimated the brain cells and spoons that i would have by wednesday of last week lol but we stay silly and we fight the brain fog :> tagged by the illustrious: @thequeenofthewinter , @nuwanders , @mareenavee , @kookaburra1701 , @paraparadigm , @saltymaplesyrup , and @tallmatcha (i will properly tag people for the meme when i am not horrifically late in posting again. i'm afraid may have already blown up enough people's notifications for one day, i think, lol)

some wild headcanoneering beneath the cut :>

What had once been the Great Chapel of Julianos in Skingrad was a lonely building. A bird’s eye view showed the Chapel square in the center of a massive forum of pale stone, gleaming in the rain as if to cry. For now built around the Great Chapel, were buildings that housed various wings of a hospital. That hospital and its four wings saw more patients than any other healing houses, almshouses, or clinics in Tamriel, save for the Faculty of Chirurgeons of Cloudrest, whose numbers went unreported by the Aldmeri Dominion. The Elder Council could boast the numbers of lives saved by the School’s efforts with its small army of healers, and so they continued to ply the School of Julianos with tithes to run these clinics. Then, the Council saw room to boast further. After the Elder Council had learned through an inquiry that the Empire’s youngest laborers couldn’t name ‘Akatosh’ as the God of the Empire nor identify their Emperor, the School of Julianos returned, promising to educate all citizens of the Empire in a renewed crusade against all ignorance. No citizen would go without knowing their numbers, letters, and names and prayers to the Divines. It seemed an investment of recursive benefits. The School of Julianos received a never-ending supply of children to fill the ranks of their clergy. The Legion received a steady stream of volunteers. The Elder Council ensured generations of loyal citizens, who were culturally Imperial before all else. But the Great Chapel didn’t know any of this. There used to be warmth and life and people in its walls. Shrine candles went unlit. The carpets were heavy with dust. Molder climbed the walls and the pews and books. Rain sloshed against the colored glass windows, drowning the saints and gods cast in them. Rain’s Hand was always thrust unevenly on the West Weald, with half the days carrying up the warm, coastal winds from the Abecean, and the other half arriving in a tumult of freezing rains without the thunder and only the clench of winter. On one of these days where the forum between the Great Chapel and hospital-basilica flooded ankle deep, worshipers, pilgrims, and clergy alike hurried for shelter under the basilica’s eaves. As they rang out their clothes, a door banged open. They peeled away from the hooded figure, dressed in the white and green of a Primate, who floated past them. Deluge slid off their frame, a Weather-ward spell shimmering in the humidity. They cut across the forum, straight to the Chapel all to ready to welcome them, and within, found a figure already seated in the second pew from the altar. “Arturo,” the figure said without turning their head and confirming him by the entry. Time had left the mer gnarled, skin drooping over his emerald eyes, and painful, twisted hands reached up to usher him into sitting. They were marked by sunspots from the harsh Nibenese sun, burnishing the gold. “Taelorm,” Arturo said back, taking a seat next to him. Long nails clicked on the dusty wood. “You’re Primate, now, as I understand it?” “Yes.” He wouldn’t mention that this happened nearly ten years ago. Something about the perception and movement of time in the minds of Mer. Settling down in pew next to him, he didn’t feel much older than the Acolyte that Taelorm had known him as. Hardly older than a boy, and speaking of… “And you’re still taking on acolytes, aren’t you?” “One.” A tired, airy chuckle. “A human, who is terrible at being a human. I’m afraid I’ve only shown him how to be a mer.”

so happy i could rework this section >:]

[oh-bonerline]

21 pls

21…on a place of insecurity.

“Are my knees too low?” Matty asks, standing in his underwear and looking at himself in the full length mirror. He reaches down to touch his knees, and then touches his hip, as if he’s measuring the distance between them.

Ross watches him from the hotel bed where he’s been waiting for the last fifteen minutes, naked and ready to go. He props himself up on his elbows to look at Matty’s reflection. “Seem fine to me,” he says.

He pulls the sheet back a little, hoping to entice Matty to finally come to bed. A little side dick as a treat. But Matty is too focused to be distracted by the tasteful drape of a bed sheet. 

“Google how far your knees should be from–” He gestures to the place where his leg meets the rest of him. “Whatever the fuck this part of your body is called. Leg socket?” 

Matty has been lurking around the fan Instagram accounts again, taking all of their jokes and memes too personally, too seriously. He is on the verge of spiraling into anxiety and insecurity if Ross doesn’t do something soon.

Ross sighs and picks up his phone, pretending to google. “Oh, interesting,” he says with a frown. He fake scrolls and furrows his brow dramatically. “Huh.” 

“What?” Matty turns around with a look of absolute fear on his face. “They are too low, aren’t they? What does it say? Tell me.” 

Ross looks up at him and then back down at his phone, pretending to read, “It says here your knees are fucking perfect and you should come fuck your man now.” He tosses the phone on the bed somewhere and gets on all fours, crawling to the foot of the bed where Matty is standing.

“It says that?” Matty asks, cheeks turning red, eyes going soft. 

Ross gets up on his knees on the mattress and reaches for Matty’s hips, pulling him in. “Crazy, innit?” he says, kissing Matty. 

“Some might say unbelievable,” Matty says as Ross’ mouth moves to his neck, his shoulders. 

“Would I lie to you?” His mouth moves to Matty’s chest, teasing a nipple between his teeth. 

“When you’re looking for a fuck, yes,” Matty says, his breath catching. “Bloody fucking liar.” 

Ross doesn’t bother arguing. He just lowers himself so he can kiss Matty’s stomach, hips, his cock through his underwear. Matty’s body reels forward at that, but Ross moves away quickly, continuing downward. 

“You really think my knees are perfect?” Matty asks, voice shaking as Ross licks at the crease between his thigh and groin. 

In answer to his question, Ross presses his mouth to one of Matty’s knees, holding it there for a few seconds, and then moving to the other knee. He goes back and forth, kissing and biting at the skin of Matty’s knees until Matty is laughing and pushing him away, pushing him back onto the bed, and climbing on top of him. 

“Can I fuck my man now?” he asks, pressing his hips into Ross’. 

“Say your knees are perfect first,” Ross says and he deftly flips them over so he’s on top.

Matty looks up at him with disbelieving adoration on his face. As if he’s startled to find that he’s loved like this. As if he didn’t know already that Ross worships every part of his body. As if he’s being told for the first time that he’s worthy. He pulls Ross down by his beard to kiss him. “My knees are perfect,” he says quietly. 

Ross sits back so he can slide Matty’s underwear down and off. “Say it again,” he says.

“My knees are perfect,” he says and Ross takes his cock in hand, feels it start to grow hard.

“Louder,” he says, squeezing gently.

“My knees are perfect,” Matty says, louder but through gritted teeth as he pushes his hips up into Ross’ hand. 

“Once more with feeling now,” Ross says, grinning and starting to stroke him slowly. 

“My knees are fucking perfect,” Matty all but yells. Half affirmation, half exasperation. He sits up and turns them over again, getting back on top of Ross. His perfect knees–maybe a bit knobbly, maybe getting a bit old in an acting-up-when-it-rains way, but still perfect–pinned on either side of Ross’ hips. “Now can I fuck my man?” “Yes,” Ross says. And then Matty adjusts his hips and their bodies slot together just right, just like they always do, and yet every time Ross’ skin buzzes like he’s never been touched before. Every time his brain short circuits like the sensation is brand new and way too much. Every time his heart starts beating like it’s chasing after something that might get away.

[marblecarved]

your muse's aesthetics as the firmament meme: guardians and the serpent.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don't reblog !

the warrior, last seed, august: amber fields of wheat. hardened metal. the noonday sun. organized shelves. boiling water. stone barracks. carrying wooden crates. washing down a muddy steed. blood across the forehead. a rare cool breeze. the smell of sweat and leather. stubborn anger. honesty and trustworthiness. cracked earth. guiding a knife through a tender cut of meat. black coffee in the afternoon. stepping up when no one else will. lime green. a lounging lioness. perseverance despite all odds.

the mage, rain’s hand, april: forgetting something mid-sentence. stacks of open books. hot tea on a rainy day. frosted bluegrass. blackened fingertips. loosely tied-up hair. staying up all night to master a new spell. pencil sketches and loose-leaf observations. runed circles on the floor. quick learner. looking up to the stars. obsessive. the smell of ozone, ash, and dew. sprouting saplings. red-throated hummingbirds. curiosity. walking through a misty valley in the morning. untapped potential. creativity. the spark of innovation. forgotten leftovers. always hungry for more.

the thief, evening star, december: light hair under a dark hood. best at hide-and-seek. coy smiles. icy stares. indecisive. high expectations of others. blacks and grays. dancing by yourself. seeing your breath on a frigid night. knee-high leather boots. brass buckles and deep pockets. wearing a scarf in any season. the sound of rolling dice. sparkling gemstones. the ace of spades. whiskey with orange and cinnamon. always knows a way out. opportunist. honey on your lips and on your fingers. the jingle of keys.

the serpent, wandering, month varies: murky water in the rain. undergrowth. nicely folded sheets. the fey. glowing eyes on the water. polyglot. sitting in the warm sun on the hard earth. fated for great terror or terrible greatness. clever. knows their way around. superstitious. a rebellious child. climbing trees. the scamper of rats’ feet. vials of multi-colored liquids. shedding the past to become a new person. sensitive. insightful. able to adapt. born to make a difference.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you'd like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this !

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

winking at each other (for Muireann and Hien) or/and quoting memes at each other (for Ufufu and Louhi and Setoto)

Thank you for enabling two different flavours of brainrot this has taken over my whole life.

Talking nonsense was going to get them in trouble one of these days. That was what Surito had said every time he caught the three of them giggling uncontrollably behind their codexes. What poor examples of Scholars Louhi and Ufufu made for Setoto. Being her seniors, they were supposed to be aiding her in attuning with her family’s fairy. No amount of arguing the benefits of exercising one’s mind outside of typical and standard stratagems would sway him. But similarly, no amount of scolding had stopped them thus far.

Ufufu carefully climbed the steps to her upper desk, getting herself settled for the day’s research. They had exhausted every conceivable permutation of esuna any one scholar could handle without external aid so it was back to examining purely restorative spells.

“Thinning your air I see?” Louhi shrugged off her coat, shaking her ears to remove the more irritating droplets that still clung to her.

“For the high concept stratagems, of course.” she snort-laughed in response.

“Heaven’s low waters be upon ye fellow dissipates.” Setoto curtsied in mock-reverence as she joined them, the exhaustion of the previous day’s experiments still plain in the dark circles under her eyes.

The three quickly settled into their research, the quiet of the library broken by the scratching of quills and the rustling of paper. At least, for all of one bell before the lack of progress wore down Ufufu’s patience.

“What good is this if we cannot even find the source of this? We spent days on cleansing magic! Only to have no effect!”

“Take heart! We are almost finished with the list of studies on physick.” Louhi’s encouraging smile was barely hiding the bubbling laughter.

“And then we shall break for food, right?” Ufufu’s mock-hopefulness garnered disapproving glances from another group of scholars. They may call it nonsense, but levity was what was needed to combat the encroaching sense of doom with a war on one side, a plague on the other, and the near-constant rain falling like sand in an hourglass.

Louhi (beloved bun): @yloiseconeillants

The winking evolved into a much bigger thing so I'll link it here once I have it tidied up and posted. I had to make the call to at least answer this before I both forgot every meme to reference and/or fell too deep down the rabbit hole of inventing Nymian memes when I simply do not have that worldbuilding lore brain.

Cute Interactions Prompts

[valkxrie]

hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanonhc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanonhc + 🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon { triple trouble }

@kylo-wrecked | Memes!

🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon

Human B: Loves being outside, but is also in the military so has spent a lot of time in tents/filthy. Don't ask her to sleep on the floor; she has had enough of sleeping on the floor. But she loves the beach and will explore all day. Give her sunscreen and good shoes and she'll bask in the sun and dance in the rain. Valkyrie B: Astonishingly good in the outdoors. She can fly in all weather, camp, hike, forage, hunt, climb trees... etc. Valkyrie B would win The Hunger Games. Every time. She is in her element when out in the elements. That being said; she thrives most when she knows she'll get a hot bath, good food, and a soft bead at the end of it. She wont choose to be a hardo-outdoorswoman, but she will kick your ass at it.

🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon

Human B: Travelled a lot while on vacation for school; all over the world. As she got older, her parents would let her venture out solo. She hoarded knick-knacks. Art. Sculptures. Books in languages she couldn't read. Human B loves to travel and experience new things, and, when/if she ever leaves the Military, would want to just... explore. To go where the wind takes her and fill her mind with stories and her apartment with art. Valkyrie B: Can literally travel between realms / within realms on a whim. Has been to thousands of places. Has travelled extensively and is a bit numb to it at this point. She prefers learning about new people than new places; what is important to them, what of a place aligns with their person, their religion, their taste... Valkyrie Brunnhilde loves many places and will visit them often, but if she wishes to find something new - she will travel for people, not places.

🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

Human B: Well, her job is flying a weapon (not that the F22 has taken down anything more substantial than a Chinese Weather Balloon). But, she is skilled with pistols and hand-to-hand. Her father could never influence how good she was at that; it was hers. Other trainees would go harder on her for being the daughter of the big man upstairs, so she had to be good. Good to defy them and the big man. Could kill you with a lamp. Wont. Valkyrie B: Her weapon of choice is a spear, but she's had decades, if not centuries, to become a master of many weapons. She can wield a storm, and has turned the tide of many battles. Valkyrie B could could kill you with a single glare if she wanted (jk, she'd have to use her hands, but the glare might make you want to die). She can't kill you with a lamp - but its because she likes the lamp too much.

[grollow]

12 and 33?

me frantically waving and falling over in excitement HI

12. what kind of day is it?

Nice weather for ducks! It's been rainy and dreary all day today which is priiiime Ashe weather. I like the rain and I like when its gray and foggy and gross. I love when the thunder rocks the walls and the wind makes the trees in my yard go swish. So I've been in a good mood all day. It's 10pm currently and I think the rain stopped but the utter delight I had waking up to a very gray afternoon was happiness.

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

Defining adventure is kind of hard. I'm really a shut-in in terms of going places and it got way worse when COVID hit. Do internet adventures count? The last one I went on in the outside world where the hiss, hiss, people are, was going to get my tattoo done, which was. An experience.

'Cause. I had an appointment when they opened but the problem was, the guy with the keys didn't show up and wasn't answering his phone so all the artists were just standing around awkwardly at the door and then me and my friend went to get lunch while we waited for them to show up. lol

My artist messaged me on Insta to let me know what was up. It was/is my first tattoo so it was a Big Adventure and I was mildly worried about it, only to discover that I have Mega High Pain Tolerance and an incredibly large fascination with needles so I just became the sicko meme and watched the entire time. Then spent the first few days of the healing process telling everyone to look at my blob of black mess. LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT MY INK BLOT.

If internet adventures count, Scarlet/Violet's release. I dragged my friend Jacob into co-op with me and he was off catching Pokemon, then was like "Ashe where did you go" and I was like I AM IN HOT PURSUIT OF LEGGINGS and he was like "How did you-- where ARE you -- how did you get there" bitch I fell I have no directional sense I am LOST but I need LEGGINGS the DRIP IS REQUIRED how am I supposed to become a Pokemon master lookin' like THIS don't mind ME

So anyway. Yeah. He was on one end of the map and I was off climbing a mountain attempting to glitch myself somewhere I wasn't supposed to be yet.

At one point I fell through the map.

That was fun.

[chromaticcrazyass]

(Eternal Reel) Ink Demon Headcanons

His footsteps are LOUD.

He can wear horseshoes. Does so when walking outside the studio.

Clopping noise when walking on harder surfaces like asphalt or concrete.

Can scale surfaces that are almost completely vertical like a mountain goat, the claws help.

Despite his cold exterior and standoffish nature, he’s up to date with memes and won’t hesitate to pull pranks or make off-hand references when the opportunity presents itself. First rate troll.

Cannot for the life of him operate technology. Aeris got him a tablet once and he broke it on accident. Ink claws and glass screens don’t mix.

This man’s bite force is no joke. Those chompers can go through metal with ease.

Surprisingly agile. Can climb and jump over things twice his height.

Purrs when happy or sleeping. Sounds like a deep rumbling bordering on a growl.

Will wrap his tail around things he’s protective over, or people things he wants to throw that are behind him.

Has thrown a bus at someone. Will do it again.

Will lower himself into a puddle in the floor when he wants to rest his head on Aeris’ lap.

You cannot outrun him. Don’t even try. He is faster than you.

He’s not a fan of bright sunlight or hot/humid days. It makes his ink dry out and get sticky.

Not a fan of water or rain either cause it makes his ink get watery and run.

While there’s no daylight cycle in the studio, he prefers being out at night or late in the evenings when outside the studio.