#not that he was going off to outer fucking space lmao

[torra-and-the-toons]

Another one of my coworkers got me re-watching Codename: Kids Next Door again, another classic I remember loving as a child. (At this rate each one of my coworkers is going to be responsible for getting me to rewatch a different cartoon from my childhood askdhasdhasd)

So far it's not really grabbing me like EEnE or Animaniacs did, but I'm still kinda enjoying it so we'll see what happens.

I know this headcanon is rather common, but I like to imagine we are seeing everything through the eyes of their imagination. Like, all the stunts, the tree house base, the props are all make-believe irl, but through the power of their vivid imagination, we get to see it the way we do.

I'm such a sucker for that shit, that's partially why Ed Edd n Eddy resonates so well with me because they're just hanging out and having fun. It brings me back to when I was their age and man, the nostalgia is real. I may not be able to go back and be a kid again, but I can relive it vicariously through these cartoons.

[tlou-reid]

How You Get the Girl ❆ Pope Heyward

☃︎SUMMARY: pope doesn't know how to end conversations correctly and it puts his relationship on the line.

☃︎WARNINGS: angst, kinda short, kiara is rude in this lmao, i was very uninspired so this is not that great

☃︎swiftmas masterlist!

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Stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain.

You knew who it was before you even opened the door. The pounds on your door were loud, but not aggressive. Pope had texted you, asking if it was okay if he came by to talk. You didn’t answer, but you knew he would come anyway.

You were mad, that much was obvious. Not the silly kind of mad you’d get when Pope stuck his spoon into your frozen yogurt or the loving kind of mad you’d get when JJ made him do something stupid and you worried about him. No, you were the kind of mad that had both of you questioning whether or not you were still dating.

It had been two days since you last spoke to him. Friday night, standing at the party, beer in your hand, and JJ begging you to walk away. You couldn’t remember when he had joined the conversation, but him pulling you away was the only thing that kept you from slapping Kiara right across her kooky fucking face.

You hadn’t heard the full story or the full conversation between Pope and Kiara, but you were mad the second you heard commenting on the dress you were in, telling Pope that you’d really decided to show off tonight. You knew she was hesitant to accept you, but you didn’t think she was actively plotting against your relationship with Pope. He’d already told you about their history, but it seemed like there were feelings still lingering.

While Kiara had been the one to stab the dagger into you, Pope was the one who twisted when he let out a sigh, mumbling a “yeah”, before trying to change the topic. He didn’t stick up for you, didn’t defend you from Kiara’s baseless accusations that you were trying to impress other people. Instead, he agreed and moved on. Anything to please her, you thought.

Since this was the little bit of the conversation you had heard before you blew up on them, you had spent the whole weekend overthinking and coming up with other hurtful things they could’ve been saying about you. You’d convinced yourself they were true, which led you to avoid the entire Pogue friend group all weekend.

So now, here Pope was, hoping he could patch up your wounds and go back to the happy relationship you’d been in. He stood in the cold rain, the chill from the coming outer banks winter was nipping at him, making his face pale and his nose gain a pink hue.

She’ll open up the door, and say are you insane?

“Are you insane?” You asked when you fully opened the door, ushering him inside. No matter how mad you were at him, you didn’t want him to get sick. You still loved him after all. He stepped in quickly, seeking both the warmth your house provided and to be closer to you.

“Y/N,” he was out of breath as if he had run here. “I’m sorry for whatever you think you heard, but I promise I wasn’t saying anything bad about you.” He was talking fast like he didn’t think he’d have time to get everything he wanted to say out. “I would never, ever say anything bad about you or believe anything anyone else says.”

“Pope, I heard you agree with her.” You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms over your chest, and took a step away from him. He knew you were being defensive. He could only imagine how much hearing that interaction must’ve hurt your feelings. All Pope wanted to do was go back and tell Kiara to stop, to walk away from the conversation entirely, to get up and go dance with you instead of listening to her. But he couldn’t. So, here he was, trying his hardest to get you to listen.

Say it’s been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want.

“No!” He exclaimed, growing frustrated with his inability to find the right words to say. “Y/N, please,” he was growing desperate, tired of the space between you two. “I just wanted her to shut up! I don’t know what’s going on with her! I wanted her to stop talking and I wanted to go dance with you, but I’m stupid and I didn’t.” Pope looked crazed, eyes wide and arms flailing to emphasize his points.

“You didn’t defend me!” You exasperated. Your voice cracked as you basically yelled at him. You wanted him to see how bad he hurt you. Kiara, you could deal with. She was just a girl who was friends with your boyfriend. But, Pope was your everything.

“I know,” Pope’s voice was gentler now, “I know. I should’ve. I should’ve told her that you can dress however you want. That you could’ve shown up in a trash bag, or even naked, and I still would’ve shown you off. I don’t care what people think or see or feel about you. I should’ve told her that but I didn’t and I’m so sorry.” At this point, Pope’s eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

“She’s gonna keep doing this,” You informed, cocking your hip to the side. If he was going to allow her to, there was no point in this conversation. His words were sweet and calmed your overthinking, but you needed change to happen.

“I won’t let her,” Pope sighs out, taking a step closer to you. He relaxed a bit when you didn’t step away from him. “I’ll tell her to stop and that I’m not going to talk to her if she doesn’t.” You could tell by his face how serious he was. His dark eyes were boring into yours.

He took another step towards you, “Please, don’t let this be the end of his. I’ve had a wonderful six months with you.” You held eye contact for a moment, before taking quick steps to wrap your arms around his waist. He didn’t waste any time pulling you close to him. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into the top of your head.

You nodded, letting the tears fall onto his shirt. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. When you pulled away, he kept his hands on your waist. Pope pulled in for a kiss. You couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth as you pulled away, “I love you.”

He smiled as you uttered the three words he’d been waiting for the first time. He’d already said them, but it was taking you just a bit longer. He wasn’t too worried about it, as he could see the way you loved him in the things you did.

“I love you, too.”

And that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl.

[ohbo-ohno]

Thinking about that ask with sensitive omega reader and knowing Johnny would take full advantage of this, especially after one his ‘games’ where he chases her around and riles her up.

He’ll coo at her shaking form, telling her that it was just a game, ignoring the way she goes still, her instincts urging her to make herself small so that they wouldn’t be perceived as a threat.

Johnny deliberately brushing up against her scent gland, humming when she goes lax against him, a distressed whine leaving her and Johnny hushing her, wrapping his arms around her.

Johnny who during sex, where reader is overstimulated and trying to move away from him, digs his nails into her bites down on her neck and watches her enter haze, groaning- overstimulated himself but unable to help the buck of his hips.

(Maybe Simon who walks in on this and scruffs Johnny to prevent him from going overboard, calls him a mutt as he drags him off of her.)

posting two mean johnny asks in a row because i did subby johnny yesterday but yall have got me in a CHOKEHOLD with all this "johnny bullies you during sex" stuff

i've said it like ten times here but johnny 100000% overstimulates himself, just can't resist any little drop of pleasure he can wring from himself. literally my favorite part of the smut in chap 1 of don't leave me locked in your heart lmao, he's insatiable

also so glad the "johnny chases you for fun" thing resonated as hard as it did with me because that image has not left my head yet. snarling and growling right behind her, nipping at her heels and forcing her to fucking run so he can tackle her to the ground and fuck her hard. god i need to be put down.

in an abo au he absolutely sends you into your instincts when you get too whiney. when he's so distracted by your little complaints that it pulls him away from his own pleasure he'll bite down hard on your gland, send you rocketing into outer space and keeps playing with your limp body

(simon comes in and sees johnny just shallowly thrusting his knot in and out of, can only sigh loudly when he sees how blown your pupils are. tugs johnny out of you as soon as he's gone done enough for it to be safe, makes him apologize to you with his mouth when you come back down to earth)

[beevean]

Sonic games described badly:

Sonic 1: Don’t harm nature kids!

Sonic 2: A Hedgehog and a Fox stop a fat man from breaking some copyright laws

Sonic CD: Don’t harm nature kids, but the timestream? Nah fuck that shit!

Sonic 3: Gaming’s first ever surprise Pikachu face moment, courtesy of Knuckles

Sonic Adventure: Violence creates more violence, so don’t do violence kids

Sonic Adventure 2: The government sucks

Sonic Heroes: I FFFFFUCKING LOVE TEAMWORK SO MUCH *slams head on pure concrete

Shadow the Hedgehog: “So instead of asking us about your past, even Rouge, you decided to trust an obviously evil alien!?” “Well in my defense I did drop my head by falling from outer space”

Sonic Rush: Local Hedgehog teaches a Cat a lesson on friendship by beating the snot out of her and throwing her off a platform

Sonic 06: Marty McFly:

Sonic Rush Adventure: “Hey Sonic do you think Oda will try to sue us for this?”

Sonic Unleashed: Chip: I have to go now, the planet needs me (Editor’s note: Chip’s Temple Megazord bonked its head on the last planetary piece as it made its way back into place)

Sonic and the Secret Rings: Don’t tell Amy that, unlike her, Shahra actually managed to put a ring on Sonic

Sonic and the Black Knight: Where literally everyone not named Sonic sucks!

Sonic Colors: Eggman “I have changed!” Tails “Has he changed?” Sonic “Lmao no”

Sonic Generations: Suck it Link, this is how you screw around with the timeline!

Sonic Lost World: Maybe the real Lost Hex was the lesson learned along the way

Sonic Forces: Do you think Eggman ever made some racist, WW2 era-style cartoons against Sonic and friends?

Sonic Mania: A game made with fan input for fans :D

Sonic Frontiers: A game made with fan input for fans D:

Sonic Superstars: The game that sucks because it has the worst bosses known to man and features uninspired level design and a monster final boss that comes out of nowhere. I’d rather play Sonic Rush, Sonic Frontiers and Sonic Adventure 2!

Sonic 4 Episode 3:

[lazzarella]

Not sure if I should keep posting these Wandee Goodday notes, but I guess we're in the home stretch now, so I may as well...

- So glad they showed us what happened with Taem and Ohm!!!

- "Is it that obvious?" Mate, you can see it from outer space lmaoooo

- Awww, Taem! She's a good egg. She really seems happy for Yak. Not sure if her saying 'don't be the person who realises their feelings too late' relates to her or not? I still find it super hard to read her lol

- Okay, look, I get that Yak was worried about Taem but if he read Dee's texts why didn't he reply??? He just wanted to make that dramatic entrance haa

- Another lovely dance metaphor that I'm too tired to transcribe!

- They won the dancing!

- Omg the cuff on Yokee's/Dr Aphichat's shirt!!!! I NEED TO SEE THE WHOLE THING!

- Boooo! Rewardus interruptus!

- Oh, fuck OFF Ter! Bloody hell, he's like a bad penny

- Another punch! Could've done with a satisfying sound effect but still

- Dr Dee. Is. My. Boyfriend <3333

- Ooh, I love the way Dee's fingers catch on Yak's as he reluctantly lets go, vs how he yanks his hand away from Ter! Love little details like that

- That whole speech from Yak is a major, or whatever, green flag for me was just... It was everything!!! And thanking Yak for coming into his life???? Fuuuuuuuck. So good!

- Like, to find someone who you don't feel lesser than around, to find someone who is your peace of mind, who you love who you are with them... That's the goal right there

- And I am so glad Dee said all of that to Ter with Yak there beside him because they both need to hear it and Dee needed to say it and I love Dee so much

- Did you hurt your hand punching him? :3333

- LMAO at Yak inspecting Dee's face to make sure Ter didn't kiss him 🤣

- OMFG THEY ACTUALLY PUT A TIMER UP FOR THEIR KISS I'M DYINGGGGGG

- And we got another kiss!! YAY!

- ...what... why... Why is Kao shirtless with tape over his nipples?! What is happening? Lmao

- Noooooooo! Not more technical issues! WHY, GOD, WHYYYYY?

- Okay, we're good!

- THEY DIDN'T WEAR THE MERMEN TAILS????? Arghhhhhhh >:(

- "Don't skip steps" awww, Dee! I mean, I do think Yak has been pretty flirty this whole time, but sometimes someone wants a formal flirting stage, I guess. And Dee is a romantic. And a big tease ;D

- I love that wooing Dee and not having sex until they're proper boyfriends was all Yak's idea. He has no one but himself to blame haha

- Dee's pastel striped shirt is cute!

- More domesticity! Yay!

- I love when they clink their cutlery before eating :3

- Okay, Dee is SO teasing Yak with the flower every day and so on thing. He has his teasing voice on lol I love him

- BIKE RIDE!

- wow that was a quick montage! I was kind of hoping to see more of their little trip, but I think it works not dragging this out, even if I wanted to see them camping...

- Oh, it was SO obvious Dee saying 'enough' in the preview was going to be linked to the 'if I love you it's for you' and so on. I enjoy being right :)

- Also, it's interesting that Yak still felt like he needed to be like Ter to win Dee over after everything Dee said after the ball

- "I just want to do things that are me now" YEAH!

- "This is the Yoryak that I like..." Ahhh, Dee, you have issues with having feelings and I love you <333

- This date is SO much cuter! Yak is just at ease and Dee is so fond <333

- Tut tut, Dr Dee, trying to get Dr Kao to break patient confidentiality!

- Omg, I LOVE whiny and pleading Yak so much!!!! He's sooooo cute! I have no idea how Dee ever holds his ground for one second lmao

- Wow, okay, was that a really abrupt cut from Yak pouting to Yei getting beaten up or just me??

- Yei just putting his head in Cher's lap and holding his hand though... Ahhhhhh

- I do like watching Yak train 😏

- oh, what does the swiping your thumb across your nose gesture mean?? I've seen it a few times in Thai BLs/movies?? I think I get it from context but not enough to really put into words lol

- Daddy's home! I am finding the differences in Yak and Yei's reactions intriguing! I was NOT expecting Yak to be pleased to see his dad, so this is an interesting development

- Oh!!! Yellow is their mum's birthday colour! Ah, my heart!!!

- Sidenote, I looked up my birthday colour and it's green and that bloody colour haunts me (it's the colour of my birthstone too)

- Dee holding Yak during the nightmare... Omg, so much is happening in this ep!!!

- That pool scene is so cute! I love Dee being all cute and silly with Yak :D

- "When I've found what I like, why bother looking for something else?" Oooh, you smooth talker, you

- (Also that's me visiting any restaurant for a second time and getting the same dish lol)

- LMAO the dick plushie is in bed with them!!!

- And lol @ Yak asking for sex when it was his rule!! He played himself there!

- "You're my peace of mind" their relationship is so lovely! They're so compatible!!

- boxing blah blah whatever

- WHO IS THE NAZGÛL DUDE???

- I wonder if it's going to like... Be Yak himself under there?

- Awww, Dee broke through <333

- Yak and Dee smiling at each other after Yak won is just... I don't know if I have words left for how much I love them

- I love that Zazaki wanted to join their gym because they're like a family! He's adorable! And a little OTT

- OMG the whole end scene is just EVERYTHING!!! Yak's terrible flirting!! Carrying Dee to the couch! The whole couch scene that parallels their first night together! MORE KISSING!!!! And sexy times because ofc Dee can't keep his hands off Yak despite the rule!! AHHHHH! It just broke me and I love it!!!

Phew, okay, SO much happened in this ep, right?? Like that's not just me???

[tiredpandaportfolio]

Hey-ho, go on and tell us about how much everyone in DMC swears and do include your characters!!

Oh bless you for asking me an easy one on a Monday evening lmao. I do have thoughts a-plenty.

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Let's start with the least sweary of the bunch and work our way up.

Vergil is almost as obsessed with dignity and an honorable appearance as he is (or was) with power. Swearing is uncouth and very un-Sparda-like, in his opinion. The worst you'll get out of him is a highly threatning "You..." with a full gamut of implied swearing. Or something like "buffoon" or "cretin". He's entirely capable of digging through a thesaurus for obscure ways to insult people.

On the other hand, V will say "shit" when things truly are as dismal as they can get. Quietly, under his breath, but with pathos. Griffon does 90% of the swearing for him. And if we believe Griffon, Shadow does about 9% of the rest but he refuses to repeat what she says, claiming it's too vile. But it's Griffon, who buys it, right?

Now, Kyrie, sweet and lovely Kyrie is a master of the Precision F-Strike. She has the patience of the saints and she's raising three boys and a whole-ass adult child who swears like a sailor. So her moments of dropping F-Bombs are very rare, but always editorial. Kyrie however has the amazing ability to be insanely passive-aggressive when annoyed, all while being incredinbly pleasant... and capable of making "thank you" sound like "fuck you, you soulless bitch".

Roy, Tess' elderly, sweet familiar, has a patience threshold that reaches beyond the moon. He is the epitome of the unflappable, stiff-upper-lip Brit without being British. It takes a lot to motivate him to swearing, but get him there, and he swears quite heartily like a Scottish sailor... and not above employing long-dead languages. But do expect you to insult you on the sly or call you a "silly cabbage" which is somehow more insulting that being called, say, "fuckface", coming from a being as old as he is.

Contrary to his image, Dante swears surprisingly little. He needs to be made really, really mad to start dropping F-Bombs and again, his threshold is pretty high. Childish insults don't count, which is why he'll happily call some hapless demon "buckethead" and shit all over their skills in battle without swearing.

On the other end, Trish will swear only when inconvenienced, and mostly under her breath. She learned swearing from Dante and has become aware that a lot of Dante's swearing is incredibly childish and infantile and therefore cringe. Her association with Lady is definitely helping. She's more likely to laugh at someone than call their mother something unpleasant.

Lady swears when particularly frustrated, which is rather often. And much of the source of her frustration is Dante. Or demons. Or shenanigans that cost her money. Or hijinks that damage her equipment, which costs her money. The woman has many reasons to let it rip and she does. She's very fond of rude gestures.

Nero is the problem child, this kid will start swearing loudly and heartily at the slightest provocation and loves pissing people off by insulting their mothers. He's not very creative about it... yet... but he's getting there as he hangs out with people who know more swear words than he does. He's very good at stealth insults.

As angry and sweary as he is though, there is yet another level he can only aspire to achieve... and he pays attention.

The sweariest and most vehemently offensive of the bunch is Tess who makes up for her small stature and unassuming looks with a wellspring of vulgarity and cursing that is as deep as outer space. Piss her off enough and her speech becomes a constant, uninterrupted stream of vile swearing that can go on without repetition for 5 or 6 minutes in about 4 different languages. Nero is in awe of this woman and Dante winces when she suddenly goes off like a grenade. He is wholly convinced this is a matter of stature-- "She's tiny, so all her rage and spite and swearing gets super concentrated."

[seleswrites]

serena ira | Leon S. Kennedy/Reader | find on AO3

And on the seventh day, god brought your soulmate into a dying city, crawling with the monstrous undead. Damn your luck.

Fandom: Resident Evil 2 (remake)

Relationship: Leon/Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,568

Tags: soulmate AU, canon divergence/not canon compliant, no Y/N, Leon A and Claire B (in my head they meet up before the final train scene), canon typical violence, lots of cursing, reader can be anyone but I tend to write queer afab reader-oc's.

Event: @lunarbuck's Soulmate AU writing challenge

Soulmate Prompt: "You and your soulmate have matching tattoos that become clear once you meet." (Added a bit of flavor so hope it's a good read still!)

Photo credits: Nicolas Ladino Silva (woman in shadow) and Trevor (city landscape) on Unsplash

A/N: Nothing like a new fandom to control the braincell. Please be kind, I just got into RE like two weeks ago lmao! I only know half of RE2:make, the RE4:make, and Lady D from Village.

An entire city overturned into a place of nightmares not even within a week. 

Familiar streets turned into dangerous traps filled with, what you could only describe as, the undead. You had no idea how you were going to survive. Hell, you had no idea you've survived this week. Damned Luck pitying you perhaps, for Her sick game. 

The Raccoon City PD was no longer a safe haven like the radio repeated, a turned labyrinth of monsters, and the group of people you escaped with (stupidly taking your chances outside, running out as quickly as you had run inside) and traveled with dwindled in number as many small hordes of once living and breathing people descended upon you all, multiple times. Until more people broke off on their own. Until more people became part of the living dead numbers. Until it was just you. Just you. Alone. 

Didn't anyone learn about the buddy system? 

And, somewhere in the middle of this all on the sixth or seventh day, your outer forearm inked with your soulmate mark -- a large raven feather that broke into smaller silhouettes of the same bird, flying off your skin if it could -- burned with the damned telling sign that you were close to that First Meeting. That they, whoever they are, were close. And very much alive. 

Great. In the middle of a zombie apocalypse and your soulmate had to arrive somewhere within this large ass city. That would be the cards dealt by Lady Luck. And your luck would pin either of you as dead before arrival. 

You couldn't curse your bad luck enough. On the verge of leaving, meager and stolen supplies packed up in a motorbike you've hidden in a secure space and a route planned out of the city, you hesitated. A settling sinking feeling sat in your stomach like a heavy stone. You can't leave your soulmate here to die. With a growl, you shoved your assorted pockets and bags with as much ammo, medical supplies, food and water as possible, finality lining every movement. 

Damn it! Damn them!

Following the burning pulse radiating in strength as you, hopefully, close the distance, you leave your own safety bubble to seek your soulmate out. Out in the rainy night in this dreary city. Bundled in the remains of a warm outfit. Whatever fucking idiot was roaming around here better be worth it. 

Hours of slow going, getting soaked to the bones, avoiding the hoards as they swarmed the PD station again as a loud siren and explosions echoed in the night air, your heart sank. 

You gotta be kidding me. 

That would be the most likely place in the city, wouldn't it? 

Damn your luck. 

(On any other day, you wouldn't curse your lack of luck to incur more of Lady Luck's wrath; even now, you're still alive thanks to the whimsies of Luck and the Fates. And firearm and survival lessons of your paranoid and militaristic step-fa-- your dad. For another countless time this week, you wished he was still alive so you could thank him for his hindsight for all his 'ridiculous' teachings. Still: fucking damn your luck--) 

Stop. 

Control your breathing, even as panic laced every inhale, every exhale. Focus on keeping quiet, on this warmer-colder game of tag with someone you don't even know, on keeping alive because what's the point if you die in process? 

Focus on the undead blocking your path to get back into the metal graveyard of the museum-turned-police-station before you. 

Aim at the back of its head.

Line up the shot. 

Inhale.

Steady.

Gotta thank the old man when you die a natural death of old age and see him in the afterlife. Or something like that, you thought, firing the shot. 

The creature shrieked a horrifying hiss as the bullet hit, like someone released air out of a balloon, a squeaky sound that you still internally wince, unused to it even after this week. It twisted and turned, head lulled back, and you ready-aimed-fired a quick second bullet before you could see its face. You didn't want another ghost of their human self to add into the mix of your dreams -- whenever you did find a safe space to sleep next. 

The body dropped to the wet ground in an awful slump. 

Exhale. 

White puff of cold air left your lips as you stared at the body for a second to see it unmoved. Quickly, you checked your surroundings for any other zombies; four more shots fired, three downed dead, three more bullets in your P220's mag. Another prayer casted towards the capricious Lady Luck: please, don't summon a licker.

An empty street was all that greeted you. Nothing attracted by the sound of bullets firing, nothing but an unnerving feeling that you were being watched, shivering beyond the coldness of the rainy night. A loud scraping sound kept you low to the ground, half bent over and nearly squatting, as you casted your eyes around, looking for signs of threats. 

No threats. Street still empty. Empty, except two survivors in the distance, exiting from the Station’s parking lot. 

From where the noise came from. 

On the other side of the sinkhole and its halted repair started before this week of hell. 

You managed to get yourself to the edge of it, avoiding two zombies eating flesh along the way, them happily and thankfully ignoring you as horrifying chewing and slurping sounds loudly scraped against your own gut. Managed just quick enough as the two strangers had their back to you, one working their way to get inside the gun store, its neon sign lighting highlighting the woman's silhouette with a fade glow of red. 

"Hey!" you wanted to scream, but the word stuck in your throat. It wouldn't do anyone good to scream here and attract monsters. Selfishly, you wanted someone to turn around, to see you in the distance, to wait for you-- As if you could be heard, the other silhouette turned, ever so slightly, enough for you to read the miniscule and faded letters of R.P.C. across his chest. 

The mark hiccuped in its heat, only fluttering coolness the brief moment you both saw each other. Your breath hitched in your throat. 

Him. It's him.

The door to the gun shop opened and, even from your spot across the way, you heard the woman call out to the cop, distance obscuring what she actually said however. She entered the shop without a backward glance. He hesitated, giving you a look you were too far away to read, before following in after his partner. 

You couldn't help but rub your fingers along the cooling shape of a feather on your arm, a silent prayer on your lips to the Fates or fucking Luck or whatever listening to give whatever goodwill you had and send it to him. Let him survive. 

And then you were alone again.

Let him be safe. Please. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A curse hissed out of your mouth, unwanted as a zombie bit at your not dominant arm, the one burning with the feather soulmate mark. The wound's deep enough where blood blossomed under your sleeves, but you yelped as you wrenched your arm free. Its teeth pulled away with your skin and shirt fabric in between its maw. It growled. You shoved the barrel of your pistol against its temple, firing. 

Blood and brains splattered onto your long sleeves, already soiled with sewage and dried gore. A loud groan left your lips, frustrated at your sloppiness over the fact you were bleeding. Contagion was the least of your worries; you'd been a zombie three times over during this week. But regular infection of an untreated wound? That could kill you. 

Your thoughts stilled as a chilling scream sucked in your breath. 

You should have expected the NEST to be filled with zombies, everywhere else in the city was. It's why you shared your ammo with Claire as she explored her portion of the NEST to unlock the antiviral needed to save Sherry; if anything, she had a better sense of survival than you, especially after the way she fought that terrifying eyeball monster of a once-human. 

What you didn't expect was the fucking licker crawling around on the ceiling. 

You should have.

A high pitched whine sent a chill down your spine, before its long claws scraped across the walls. 

Tensing, you covered your mouth and held your handgun in its direction, hoping that it didn't hear you. You didn't have enough rounds in the mag, hell in general if you had to fight it. Two shots left before reloading. Your pistol’s full eight wouldn't even be enough. 

Circle around it slowly as it seemed to sniff the air (and deluded yourself that it could not smell your disgusting stench of sewer and sweat clinging to you). 

Slowly, foot by foot.  

Freeze as it hissed again.

The door opened, creaking. Both the licker and you tilted towards it. One booted foot in, someone you know by the returning of the intense burning of your forearm in the shape of a raven's feather. 

Him. 

The licker posed to jump in his direction, like a cat ready to pounce on a mouse. 

Fuck you Lady Luck and her shitty timing.  

"Careful, licker!" you shouted. 

It whipped around towards you, its loud growling wheeze echoing in the room. Fucking shit-- 

The bastard howled as it lunged forward. 

Into your space. 

Duck -- too late. It jumped on your body, throwing you to the ground as its large claws hit your shoulders. You yelped from the impact. Happlessly, you fired your two shots into its large, brain-like head. The bullets hit, but not the weak spot. 

Another shot rang out in the room. Enough for the licker to hesitate sinking its teeth in your flesh. It erupted in flames as He came closer, holding a fucking flamethrower in his hand. It screamed. Its weight disappeared and you scrambled back on your hands and arms, pain shooting through them in the movement as blood, old and new, smeared along your palms. The smell of burning flesh, nothing like the sweet scent cooking but more ashen and decay, filled your nose, alongside the metallic under layer of blood, your blood. 

The screams died as the licker did, flames simmering down into nothingness alongside its charred and blackened skin. You forced yourself to sit up, groaning in pain. Everything hurt. Your back, your shoulders, your arms especially -- but you couldn't tell if that's because of how heavy you hit the ground or that damned fucking mark that threatened to burn your own arm off. 

He cursed, repeated fucks and shit expelling under breath as he made it to your side. "Here, you're okay, you're okay, I got you."

He pulled out some medical supplies from within his packs. A bottle of hydrogen peroxide. A roll of bandages. Without thinking, he reached for your bleeding arm. 

And the burning stopped, his touch instantly dropped your arm into a freezing chill as his eyes took in the teeth marks ripped in your skin, the bloodied feather and its tiny ravens, ink gradually running clear. You shivered and he did a double-take on you, hand shaking as if he too was dropped below zero. 

A moment paused into an eternity as you caught your breath. In the darkened room with broken flickering lights overhead, dark shadows chiseled his face in sharp angles, despite his youthful look. Stands of light golden blonde hair clung to his forehead, dirtied with grime and sweat. Blue eyes swept over your features, just as you did to him. 

Even in this mess, he was handsome, pretty even. Heat licked your cheeks as your mind wandered on how pretty would he be cleaned up…

"You’re the goddamn idiot,” you muttered under breath, face heating from embarrassment. Talk about a dramatic First Meeting. 

"What?" the stranger asked, strangely breathless. "Hey. Are you okay?"

His eyes widened, blues roaming between your arm and your face again. You didn't answer him, but you said a bit louder, "It’s you."

"It's…me." Words he repeated, but laced with a question. Like he didn’t realize who he was to you. Not until the remaining half an outline of the feather, barely just visible, disappeared entirely as he laid another glance on it.

Nothing. Like you were never marked at all. 

“Oh…”

He knew now.

"Yes, you! The kind of idiot that strolls into an infested city of the undead!" you said, words streaming from your lips in a hiss, holding back your scream as he no longer knelt frozen before you and worked to disinfect your wound. Unwanted tears pricked at the edge of your eyes; you lied that it was because of the sting of the disinfectant, not frustration nor relief to see him. "You were safe up until today!" 

And you could have been okay dying with that knowledge!

He tied the bandage tight, too tight, and you winced from the pain. “Sorry,” he apologized softly, even as his lips pressed into a thin line. “But I had my duty. I couldn’t leave the city without helping.”  

You slapped his hold on you away -- he let you go easily -- and forced yourself to your feet. He followed you quickly, arms reaching out to steady you as you swayed and stumbled onto your feet, sliding on gore and fluids, legs trembling in pain and useless adrenaline. His grip on your arms were tight, hands warm and comforting. 

"Right… Duty.” The word tasted like blood in your mouth. You’ve seen enough people die for the sake of duty; you’ve seen others die for less honorable reasons. Something hot burned down your grime-streaked cheeks. “And I was leaving. I was leaving," you confessed. “I couldn’t, not with you here. Guess we’re both the idiots here.”  

A faint chuckle, akin to puffs of air more than anything, left his lips. Slowly, as if you were a spooked cat, his hands found your cheeks, thumbs running comforting wipes along the trails left by your tears. You tried not to lean into his touch, craving that comfort from him selfishly.

"Thank you." It's soft, embarrassed even as his eyes gaze just a little out of your reach, and his cheeks tinted with pink. 

"Don't thank me yet,” you scoffed, “Now we can die together." 

Another laugh. "Fair enough. It's not safe out here." 

"Duh, Mr. Obvious.” 

But he smiled like nothing happened, a cheeky little grin that warms you even further. Oh shit, he's cute. "It's Kennedy, actually. Leon Kennedy," he said, introducing himself. 

You gave yours, rolling your eyes as he repeated it reverently. 

"We're going to get out of here alive. I swear it," Leon promised with such conviction you believed him. “Okay?” 

He waited until you nodded to release your cheeks, but not before his eyes lingered on your lips. As if you didn’t share the same thoughts. Later, later. 

Instead, Leon grabbed your gun from off the floor. Relief settled your limbs as your hands found the familiar metal of your handgun. Silently, you reloaded, as he did the same, hands reaching for his shotgun. 

Not dead yet, still a chance.

Taking a deep breath, you grinned at him as fake confidence steered your lips, "Alright then, pretty boy, lead the way. I got your back." 

"Pretty boy?"

[skullfacedog]

I accidentally stumbled upon a text document of my old journal thread from a therian forum from when I was a teen and now I'm going thru it bc I'm really curious of the signs I had headmates or repressed memories back then

-so far, I've described myself as "being able to switch personalities easily" and wondering if I was half demon or had a demon headmate all along that I didn't know about because I had multiple sides of me that felt very contradictory. I am hellhoundkin but I feel like a lot of the demonic feels I had as a teen have worn off a lot, especially since my mental health has gotten better.

it's crazy reading these old posts bc I'm like a totally different person now lmao. I rlly said "I have violent urges and it's hard to hold back from hurting ppl just to hear them scream" YOU COULDN'T EVEN HURT A FLY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUTTTT

-another thing that's kinda weird is that I was really obsessed with outer space at some point and mentioned that in my journal and mentioned questioning being stardragonkin but now it's like ?? I mean space is cool but it's nowhere near one of my main interests. I'm more of a fantasy person than a scifi person. naturey shit is wayyyy cooler than stars sorry.

-post about feeling sick for no reason like not having a cold or anything and being unable to eat but I thought it was species dysphoria??

-post complaining that I "don't feel like myself lately". depression or headmate??

-previously talked about feeling hellhound shifts that feel different from normal and kind of having a weird change in mindset. then in this post I mention I have a hellhound headmate named xarashi. that's them!!! that's the hellhound I "shifted" into!! also happy bc I fully forgot their name and it's been killing me that I didn't remember their name and just referred to them as "the hellhound headmate I had as a teenager". I wonder if they're still around but I feel like if I ask I would get an answer just bc I asked, does that make sense?? like I'm afraid my brain is making shit up but also, they were 100% a headmate at one point so it's not crazy to think they could still be there somewhere.

-also mentioned eshari who was a little demon girl headmate I had for a short time who was weirdly malicious. I distinctly remember like having a fight or something triggering me really badly with my internet friend and I just started feeling entirely emotionless and dissociatey and responded to my friend in ways I would not normally. and later I realized that was a headmate and tried talking to her. I genuinely thought she was an evil demon or something but I'm pretty sure she was a persecutor?? girl I'm so sorry I was so fucking dumb. anyway the lore goes that xarashi chased off eshari and kind of replaced her.

-not related to the general post idea here ig I'm just giving a live reaction at this point but I got to the point where I posted about meeting my ex abuser irl when we were dating and I said "I've never been that nervous in my life" "he kept hugging and petting me, it made me a bit uncomfortable bc I'm not used to him, but I liked it!" BITCH YOU ARE LYING TO YOURSELF BECAUSE HE LOVEBOMBED YOU AND YOU SO DESPERATELY WANT TO BE LOVED AND FEEL USEFUL YOU WILL CONVINCE YOURSELF YOU'RE OKAY WITH UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATIONS!!! STOP!!!!!!

literally the next post I made was the announcement of our breakup LMAO

also I still wonder if he reminded me of my CSA abuser bc I was literally IMMEDIATELY wildly uncomfortable when I saw him for the first time irl and I've always kinda been uncomfortable around men with his body type, like kinda big and masculine and with facial hair. I could not date someone who looks like that and I swear it has nothing to do with attractiveness like I'm demiro I do not give a fuck if someone isn't the standard of attraction but I can't date someone too big and masculine bc they scare me?? I'm so thankful my partner is the same height as me and skinny and always shaves. I mean he's cute with facial hair at least, not like overly masculine.

-mentioned always having been closed off to my parents, not telling them that I wished I was a dog (in an otherkin way before I found the community online) or that I "didn't want to go to heaven". why was I such a weird ass kid lmao I remember I wanted to go to hell purely so that I could fight the devil myself and bc "heaven seems boring" ?? why did 7 year old me have like a self sacrifice complex or smth idk like I was OBSESSED with the idea of me going thru pain for other ppl even as a very young child. I have nooo clue if that could be SA related but it is certainly Odd

-mentioned being able to do a really good impression of karkat from homestuck (according to my friends) and wanting to cosplay him. I sorta wondered at the time if I had a karkat headmate bc I could like Become him really easily it was weird. and he has like the complete opposite personality of me.

-mentioned dissociation like. many times throughout the entire journal

that's all but I may do similar posts with some other stuff I can find online from my past bc I need to psychoanalyze myself and search for every little sign that something was Wrong that I didn't notice at the time. the internet being forever is a good thing for me rn because I threw out every single physical journal I had which makes me so sad bc I would've lovedddd to read my old cringey journals, not just to search for trauma signs but also for entertainment purposes </3

[dualityvn]

Anyways, before you started being a little shit, I was gonna tell you about some good news, and I GUESS I still will even though I should be IGNORING YOU RIGHT NOW.

So you remember my trees right? And how I got several kinds instead of just wisteria? And how I got impatient and started germinating my Red Maple and Black Pine trees? well I planted them a bit ago AND THE FIRST ONE SPROUTED AND IM SO EXCITED I ACTUALLY FUCKING SQUEALED WHEN I GOT HOME FROM WORK AND SAW IT I WAS SO FUCKING HYPED LIKE GENUINELY SKIPPING AROUND AND SMILING LIKE A GOOF

So its one of the Black Pine seeds I planted and they’re so pretty already, like I’ve been so down and stressed lately but when I tell you that all immediately melted away when I saw that seedlings I MEAN IT IM SO HAPPY

I was really worried they wouldn’t sprout because the seeds didn’t show up in the best condition, but I was so relieved to see at least one did, I’ll give the others some more time before losing hope.

I did plant my Red Maple seeds before I planted the others so I’m more worried about them, they’re supposed to turn white once they’re done germinating but only a few did, plus before that I was supposed to rub the outer coat off of the seeds, which I did, but I’m scared I might been too rough with them :,))

But that doesn’t matter as much because at least one sprouted IM SO HAPPY THAT AT LEAST ONE SPROUTED.

OH MY GOD AND I FOUND OUT THERES A SEED LIBRARY NEAR WHERE I LIVE WHERE THEY GIVE OUT SEEDS FOR DIFFERENT PLANTS FOR FREE.

It’s taking every ounce of self control I have not to go over there and grab everything, I need to wait until I have more space, but it’s just so exciting, I think I’m gonna try my garden again once winters over, I’ll use the tips you gave me to keep the squirrels and rabbits away, and I’m gonna go for even more flowers this time!!

Sigh like I’m so stupidly giddy about all of this, I don’t talk about it enough but I really do love plants so much, I envy you, getting to work in a flower shop, that sounds so amazing.

And as much as I love winter and it being colder I can’t wait to be back to gardening, I think I’ll try and plant something that reminds me of you, like a few sunflowers.

Lmao actually did you know I spent a stupid amount of time just a few days ago making these crude paper flowers for work, I ended up making like 120 of them and destroyed my hands in the process, and as much as I hated doing them then, people seemed to really like them so I'm happy I did it.

OH AND RECENTLY IVE BEEN TAKING A LIKING TO SNAPDRAGONS, BUT NOT REALLY FOR THE FLOWER. THE SEED PODS ARE SO FUCKING COOL (I think you would like them too TenTen) THEY LOOK LIKE SKULLS AND ITS FUCKING AWSOME

Okay I’ll shut up and stop being a dork. You don’t get an ‘I love you’ this time because you’re a brat. I don’t use anon ONCE and you come at me, tsk.

(Here is my precious beautiful baby I’m naming the Primis <3)

"Those are great news! I'm so happy for you! Aaah, I wish I still had a garden. I can only care for plants that would live well in an apartment. I'd give anything to be able to grow a large garden full of flowers again.

But I wish you good luck with yours! And with little Primis! I'm sure it'll grow into a wonderful tree, especially if it's in your care.

And I'm glad it made you feel better. Plants help me with stress too, they're like silent little friends. I've shown Tenebris snapdragon seed pods before. He said they're the coolest babies he's ever seen.

Then I'll say it for both of us! Love you to the moon and back." - Keith

[sw33t-oubliette]

also are you any schoolchild cuz im curious abt the bifrost incident

OKAYSO

the bifrost incident is one of the mechanisms' albums [and the one that they re-tell during death to the mechanisms] [also nastya threw herself into space right before it], characters are loki [loses her mind and dies with her wife, saving the train temporarily], sigyn [loki's wife, thought she died earlier and has a gayass reunion with her, focused on ending the shit system that asgard made (it worked! they died)], thor [pissed off and in jail during the whole album, kills odin], odin [built the train, gets Bifrost'd and fucking dies], and lyfrassir edda [watches all the footage and shit go down after everyone died] .

edda was sent to use the train's black box [basically like a surveillence camera] to find out who caused the bifrost incident and what happened . before the incident , odin gave a speech at the launch about it being her "pet science project", in edda's words: "clearly something of a personal obsession". When the train launches, theres like 70 billion signs that shits gonna go off the rails [pun intended], the odometer stops working, people Dont Want To Be On The Damn Train, odin spends all her time staring out of a glass wall in her cabin room thing. then edda spots loki, who was apparently executed for treason , odin spared her to save her knowledge of the train , but her head was messed up by whatever she did instead . thor finds out loki's alive , seems mad about it, we cant tell if hes mad about loki still being alive [she accidentally killed his best friend] or about what odin did to her. thor and odin get into an argument , odin thinks loki's understanding of the train's tracks was too valuable to lose . thor threatens her and her train [FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR TRAIN! YOULL BE SORRY YOU ALL WILL !!!], odin locks him in his own cabin the rest of the trip . as hes dragged away, he shatters the lock on loki's cabin . edda's almost gonna write up thor as the cause of the incident, when the video cuts out . sigyn finds loki in her cabin, loki's fuckin SCARED and CONFUSED she doesnt remember shit , sigyn figures out what odin did to her , now 2 people hate odin !!. edda finds that the video cuts out a lot more significantly and fequently hm im sure that means nothing .

edda goes to some prisoners for help , who are THE FUCKIN MECHANISMS THEMSELVES they got arrested for 60 years lmao . ivy finds the corrupted part of the box and fixes it , problem solved :] .

thor and sigyn stand in the engine room , instead of an engine , theres a silver alter with a man on it , feeding his blood into the glyphs and gears of the train . thor randomly smashes buttons and pulls levers , sigyn rushes to pull the pumps out of kvasir [the dude] , and they suddenly stop, something bad has happened .

A CHANT IS HEARD, YOG-SOTHOTH WHO IS BIFROST WARPS AND TEARS REALITY AROUND THEM , ALL THE DOORS ARE OPEN NOW . KVASIR BLEEDS OUT , THOR WALKS AWAY . THE TRAIN AND REALITY ARE TORN APART . VARIOUS TRAIN RIDERS ARE DESTROYED UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF YOG-SOTHOTH, HEIMDALL IS RIPPED APART , FREY IS FLAYED , FREYA FUSES TO THE TRAIN , GARM AND TYR FIGHT AND MERGE INTO A SINGLE CORPSE . LOKI AND ODIN ARE IN ODINS CABIN , ODIN REVEALS ALL ALONG HER TRAIN AND EVERYTHING WITH IT HAS BEEN IN SERVICE OF YOG-SOTHOTH, LOKI FINDS HER MIND REPAIRED AND IS DISGUSTED BY ODIN. LOKI RECALLS HER HORROR OF THE TRAIN AND WHY SHE TRIED TO STOP IT MULTIPLE TIMES . ANY PROTECTION TO THE TRAIN AND ITS PASSENGERS IS GONE NOW THAT THE TRAIN HAS DERAILED . AS THEY ARGUE , A THIRD VOICE HAS CHIMED IN , CHANTING PRAISE TO AZATHOTH AND WARNINGS OF THE COMING MADNESS.

...

Loki walks away and finds sigyn, shes unharmed because shes been touched by an outer god . thor is walking the other way to find odin, he defends himself with an engineers hammer . the two cross paths in an empty carriage , they talk for a little while and wish eachother good deaths. Thor reaches odin's cabin , shes physically warped into a long undulating form with a single, vast eye . she brags about releasing the outer gods, and tells thor that killing her wont save his world . thor doesnt care ["killing me will not save your world!" "I dont care."] physically unable to win a one on one fight, he goes for the glass wall , he and odin both die .

loki reaches the engine room and finds sigyn . they hug and cry . loki tells sigyn they cant stop the outer gids , but they can delay their arrival . loki lays on the silver alter , sigyn pushes one of the tubes into her heart and lets a steady drip of blood into the gears , keeping the train on track until her heart runs out of blood . but until then , they are together.

Back in the present , edda realizes . the arrival of the trains wreckage means the outer gods will soon follow . the mechanisms themselves have escaped the prison , and edda [very drunk] announces they're fleeing the planetary system, and recommends everyone do the same . BURST OF STATIC, radio messages are heard across the yggdrasil [aforementioned planetary system] system, the inhabitants of it increasing distress as reality breaks down.

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SO ! YEAH THATS THE BIFROST INCIDENT ! I FUCKINGG LOVE THIS ALBUM ! SORRY I RESPONED TO THIS SO LATE I WAS EEPING AND IT TOOK A DAMN WHILE TO TYPE ALL THAT ON PHONE . yes loki and sigyn are canon no i will never shut up about them YES YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO THE ALBUM ON ITS OWN WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT

[bedazzledbabybones]

Love meeting questionable women in my dreams, it's always a treat (kinda) ❤

This dreamscapade i helped a fancily dressed lady and her baby, which was wrapped up like a sleepy little coccoon in her arms. I saw her as i was walking up some confusingly wide apartment stairs and searching for someplace to hide from the comotion outside. She looked like she belonged to an older era with her shoulder lenght hair lightly curled, red lips and cheeks, and a finely woven, sun-bleached, teal midi dress that shifted and swayed with her forward yet self-restrictive demeanor. She was laughing under her breath, teeth forcibly bared and eyes hidden away behind her hair as she climbed over the stairs' handrail, with the baby still close to her chest. Obvious signs she was about to do something stupid and was probably on the verge of a breakdwan. Wouldn't blame her. The city was under attack after all but I was fucking scared.

She was now standing on the outer edge, back facing the empty space while the railing hovered over her front upper half like a weird baby jail. I hurried up behind her and placed my hand on her back. Gently pushed her against the railing to stop them from moving any further. No reaction. Her eyes were staring off into nothing. Creepy... Hand still on her back I swivelled around to face her and held firmly under her arms. She was much taller than me and had an average build, so I struggled lmao. She finally moved while I was pulling her up and cooperated by bending her legs halfway over the handrail. I offered to hold onto the kid while she peeked through the building's windows with an expression that was a mix of fear and worry.

Also Tom Holland spiderman appeared out of nowhere. Chill guy. Helped me convince her to go hide instead of trying to kill herself. Had a lot of fun facts to share about the attack. Aparently there's a huge king kong like beast outside. He dissappeared after that. ...yeah. Thanks for showing up i guess???

Anyway, after that she started angrily walking to one of the apartment doors. Before she could reach it, another woman came out and started scolding her and shouting about something. Aparently it was someone from her family, mother perhaps? She was completely ignored as the lady trode further in like a horse with blinders. I clumsily pulled the other woman away from her, with what few fingers I had free, and nudged her to the side as I tried to keep up. The last thing an upset person with a kid wants is someone yelling at them. Same thing happened inside. It was a lovely home, very spacious with fine details decorating the fuzzy green walls in every room. We passed by more raving relatives but I was mesmerised by the aged wooden furniture. It was all dark red and had a such a nice varnish layered on it that left a gorgeous gloss <3

Following on autopilot I ended up in her bedroom. She was rummaging for something under her bed as I stood on the other side, confused. She came back up with a handful of light green clothes that she shoved with frightening force into an open suitcase. The same force that furrowed her admittedly pretty neat eyebrows.

"You guys helped me." A deep, smooth, and echoey voice came out of her. It was like the vocal equivalent to malt. She was still throwing everything she could find into that poor suitcase, didn't even spare me a glance when she spoke.

"Guys?" I questioned looking around me, still a bit dishevelled from everything.

She stopped only to give me the stink eye before rephrasing, "... You helped me," and continuing to gather more things.

The dream ended with her telling me to come with her and that she only hopes for me to share, or extend, this protection to her son and her brother. (like girl what, do you not see me, do I look like a bodyguard to you???)

[jodjuya]

Chrono Trigger liveblog part 7 - the final part

Mother Brain: "Hey sexy mama, wanna destroy all humans?"

Also, why is she so mad at humans for destroying the planet when it was that giant evil space monster what did it???

Holy shit she went down easy. Easiest boss fight in the entire game. Only took a single round of combat. Frail old lady robot can't even defeat TWO humans and she wants to erase us all to rule the planet in our absence? Lol. Lmao even.

Pfft, and both the new arms I get for Robo are weaker than the one I got for doing busywork with the reptites. 🙄

I Saved Humanity From The Robot Uprising And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt

Going through the Black Omen. Ayla's Dino Tail Technique is an unstoppable force of nature. 😈

Going up against Queen Zeal with Lucca, Frog, and Ayla.

Plan is to use Frog Flare and Dino Tail right away as soon as she does her first attack. Should drop her before she gets a chance to do anything else...

LMAO, IT WORKED!

wonder if the same trick will work on phase 2... 🤔

IT DID! 😁

Phase 3 begins...

Nice immortality, idiot. Too bad you disintegrated and your floating fortress crashed into the ocean.

Taking on Lavos with Crono, Marle, and Lucca. The Three Amigos ride again! 🤠

In the face of our combined magics, its outer shell is about as tough as a wet paper bag.

Shell: cracked!

Now to climb inside and set off some more magical nukes where it can REALLY feel them! Gunna make this stupid Space Tick wish it had never been born!

...who's Doan???

"Ours was a short youth."

*cocks her gun*

God I love Lucca so hard. Fuck this girl is amazing.

Oh SICK! Lavos has hand-mouths! I love when humanoid creatures have mouths on the palms of their hands. 10/10 creature design! Symbolism for days!

Well, enough admiring the scenery. Time to vaporise this punk ass bitch of an Evil Space Cicada!

Lavos:

Lucca, what do you mean that it's been harvesting DNA the entire time??? What are you basing that assertion on??? We keep cracking open exoskeletons to reveal a little guy inside, therefore it's been culturing and harvesting DNA for 65 million years? How on earth does it do that from within the core of the planet (Zeal's brainwashing aside)???

(seriously tho, who's Doan??)

((oh, he's the guy that we gave the seed to in The Future?))

Get vaporised, idiot!

I'm getting executed AGAIN?!

Jesus fuck I thought we had already resolved that bullshit. Your soldier boy should have discovered Marle right next to me in bed for fuck's sake. 🙄

I am going to stab that Chancellor.

Wait, where the fuck did Doan and Guardia21 come from?? And Kino?!

Lucca was going to execute Crono as a prank?!

Can the Chancellor's head on a pike please lead our victory parade?

This victory parade is so frigging cute omg!

That's right, Taban! Crono DID save the whole world and deserves a beer for it!

Official confirmation that Ayla is great in bed. Nice!

So Magus isn't going to undo his Frogification spell? He's just going to leave Glenn like that forever?

Robots cry motor oil? 😂

Whoops, forgot to ever feed my cats so they've run away into the time vortex.

...aaaaand so did my mum. Bye mum!

And Crono fist-pumps to celebrate his mother vanishing from existence. 🤣🤣🤣

Are we getting married on the spot?

Oh, no, it's just the bell. But the bell was already there at the beginning, wasn't it? 🤔

At least we have a time machine. Bye dad!

The End!

Pretty good game! I'm not going to be replaying umpteen times to get all the different endings because I have too many other games to play, but it was pretty darn good all the same!

Smashing soundtrack!

Awww sweet! Post-credits anime epilogue of everybody getting married! 😍

Nice, Frog got de-amphibianised after all.

Lucca and her pet robot adopted a time-travelling abandoned baby? 🤣

And then there's post-credits, post-epilogue, bonus credits? This game just keeps on giving! 😂

My main complaint with the game is that Crono's hair looks stupid. Why is anime hair Like That??

There are multiple new vortexes popping up around the place? And an Ending Counter to keep track of which ones you've reached? Those are nice features.

Okay I'm done for real.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 96

Abandon All Hope/The Sontaran Strategem

We’re doing a bit of a speed run tonight because it’s 9pm and I’m just starting now. And it is usually takes me over an hour to watch each of these

“Abandon All Hope”

Plot Description: it’s a hunters reunion when Sam and Dean face off against Lucifer with the help of Castiel, Bobby, Ellen, and Jo

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I guess so?? Wouldn’t ever be in this position

omg it’s Crowley time!!! Well he’s got great music taste

Ohhhh he’s been expecting youuuu

It’s pretty sexy of him to want to overthrow hell

Dean not being able to get out a good comeback to being called a functioning moron is extremely good and such a bad look for him lmao

…if Lucifer destroys humanity, he’s gonna destroy his own creations next?? That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense

I do love when he yells

Well NOW I just wanna see a drinking contest between Castiel and Legolas

Omg THANK YOU for not continuing to push Dean/Jo, especially not with Castiel right there

Interesting that he rode into town with the Harvelles and not Sam and Dean

No. No I don’t remember seeing any reapers at Pompeii…I JUST watched that go down

GODDDDDD. Yes, Cas goes through so many crises of faith but he his dedication to what he does believe is so admirable

It’s been a while but please don’t tell me Jo dies. Not here. Not like this.

Oooooo, they’re bringing Death into play. He’s a fun character. Very dry. Takes zero shit, but calmly. Because…what can anyone do to him? He’s DEATH

Lucifer is so cunty here

Oh…oh god, Joooooo. RIP, girl

I take it back. They did one last push before they had Jo sacrifice herself.

Wait. Fuck. No. Not Ellen, too!!! I know this show hates women but goddamn that was too cruel

Guess you can’t kill an angel with a gun made to kill demons

Can’t believe Lucifer has to spell out the parallels between him and Sam even after Gabriel did just yesterday

It could have been ANY demon Cas threw on the fire to escape. Why did it have to be Meg?

God. A Winchester has gotten every member of that family killed

“Been On My Mind…”: one final Dean/Jo push. Guess we’re back up to 10??

“The Sontaran Stratagem”

Plot Description: Martha Jones summons the Doctor back to modern Earth, but an old enemy lies in wait

This dude is really every insufferable tech bro manchild we have to put up with these days rolled into one

Turns out THIS was the first five minutes I had to look out for tonight

Yay Martha!!!! (Yes we knew she was coming back but STILL) and her IMMEDIATELY getting along with Donna 💖

I do love how concerned Donna gets over the fate of the Doctor’s companions (smart of her to, really)

Will never be over her demanding a salute, too

800,000,000 seems like a lowball figure for how many cars there are on earth (but then again I live in the US and not in one of the places with anything even resembling passably decent public transit)

Oof the misogyny of the Sontarans

Donna using her skills she learned doing temp work to crack open ANY part of the case

Getting to hear Martha and Donna talk about how much they have/did or haven’t/didn’t tell their families about traveling with the Doctor after just how involved the Doctor was with Rose’s family. It just gives you pause to think

I wish I could watch the scene where Donna tells him she’s not going with him, that she’s going home, again for the first time. I love knowing that she’s about to call him a great big outer space dunce, but they REALLY let you believe it the first time

Seeing Wilf makes me remember that we’ll see him for the very last time later this year 😭

If this were airing today, elon would be throwing a hissyfit over this kid or smugly not seeing that he is being viscously mocked. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s said no to you, isn’t it?”

“It’s a thing, isn’t it? People don’t question things. They say ‘euewh it’s a thing’”

No because why get into a car you KNOW can be controlled by the Sontarans? Well, at least they think he’s dead now

Hahahahahahahahaha Wilf telling the Doctor stories of Donna when she was little. Gotta love it

Well, it didn’t take long for him to blow the cover of being dead

Why’s evil Martha kinda…

[roaringheat]

Being in the middle of playing two different games is fuckin wild im like rapidly swapping between being a cowboy to flying around in a space ship and its giving me whiplash

[yellowlaboratory]

💖🎯🤲

brizz my love, as with all things I do, I tried to make this as short as possible and I failed miserably aksdjfhlkasdjf i hope you don’t mind

💖 What made you start writing?

In terms of, like, writing in general, I don't really know what made me start! I was always writing stories, but I really got into writing towards the end of middle school, and I think I "finished" my first story in eighth grade, when I had an English teacher who made us write a journal entry every day, and instead of writing anything about myself, I wrote a story about a character (i think she was a mermaid? I can’t remember)(also $50 to whoever can guess my favorite coping mechanism 💀). But, after middle school, I had a bit of a falling out with writing, and I put myself in a position to either do engineering & math & science related stuff, or do writing related stuff. Idk why I thought I couldn't do both, but obviously, I ended up becoming an engineer, and while I wrote a little bit in high school, I completely gave up writing in college.

Then, covid happened at the end of my senior year of college, and I suddenly had, like, a renaissance lmao. I had nothing to do and so much time to do it, and then I ended up watching the first season of Outer Banks nine times through (yes I know I’m insane, but we move), showing my family and then various friends during zoom parties, and I became obsessed with figuring out Kiara's story. I had a doc full of questions based on throw-away lines and I don't know when it turned from "conspiracy theory about kiara carrera's background" to "actual legitimate story (kind of)", but it helped me A LOT when I was going through the early pandemic. So, I guess, obsessing over Kiara Carrera got me back into writing?? lmao. also having a lot of feelings over the pandemic and being locked in my hometown and isolated from my college friends while being much, much closer to my middle/high school friends?? idk. I clearly had a lot of feelings to wrestle with tho aksjdfhlkasjdf

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

LMAO yes!! I think almost everyone guessed just about every plot point in pltc, which is very expected when I was literally writing it to fit as well as it could into canon. I also had a few other fics where I read people's comments like "ah yes at least my foreshadowing works" 💀 I think there were a lot of those comments especially with like daisies underneath! 

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

for you, Brizz, a snippet from my upcoming fic for the music festival au space on my bingo card!

There’s something kind of thrilling about having him so close. She knows her makeup is beyond fucked, and her hair is in disarray, and she has a string of plastic gems trailing down her cheek that are worse off than they were last night, but it doesn’t matter. The music is too loud for them to maintain the sort of distance that she would normally expect from a complete stranger, and he leans in close, his blue eyes fixed on her with a piercing gaze.

She doesn’t know a lot about him, but she can sense how momentous it is to capture all of his attention for any period of time, like her body had cataloged every distraction he had found throughout the day and now marvels at the singularity of his attention. 

[velvett-tearss]

Inertia — Jean Kirschtein

summary: A little gravity and spilled coffee never hurt anybody, and it certainly wouldn’t hurt Jean, especially if coming from you.

warning: cursing, gender-neutral reader (no pronouns mentioned), you won’t get the gist of it if you don’t remember 8th grade science lmao ❤️ (laws of motion)

genre: modern au, fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: very much an impulse post, this has been collecting dust in my drafts for too long lmao, I hope you enjoy this <3 I sure didn’t 😀

     Jean has never been good with science.

     He learned it for a number of years in different classes — biology, chemistry, physics — and he still couldn't tell you anything other than that mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell.

It wasn't all that bad at first. He did enjoy it in the earlier years of school where most of his teachers breezed past it along with social studies. It was when the class actually started to learn periodic elements that things took a turn.

He learned it, nonetheless. There really wasn't a rule that gets you out of being taught a subject, as uninteresting as you may find it or the class itself.

     Despite this, Jean isn't exactly a lost cause in the science department. A few things have stuck with him, believe it or not. Gravity, photosynthesis, some Charles Darwin dude.

     But now, he wishes he payed attention more in science class. Maybe he would've understood what you were saying the first time he met you.

     "Geez, do you always have somewhere to be?" Jean had asked you with a scowl. He was sprawled on the floor, looking up at you. The two of you weren't acquainted yet. Not necessarily.

He placed you very easily, though. He'd seen you running around the university's campus a lot of the time. You never seemed to be still, in one place, in one piece.

     The reason behind it? He didn't know or care.

You had bumped into him a number of times. The first three times, Jean waved the incident off in good-nature. He thought himself to be a man with patience, something you didn't seem to have. There was no harm in running into someone from time to time.

It was the fourth time that he wasn't so pleased with. Each time you bumped into him, you sent him tumbling on his ass. Hard. He always landed on the floor in a comedic position like those cartoon characters on T.V.

    And each time — no matter the day — you, somehow, remained perfectly unscathed and standing. That wasn't even the worst of it: you always stood there, a hand on your hip and an impatient expression painting your face.

     All that ever did was bruise his ego and ass a bit. You usually went your separate ways after quick apologies, and Jean would see you leave in a quicker speed than when you'd arrived.

But this time around, you had a cup of coffee in your hands.

"What if I do?" you had countered, bending down to help him off the ground. You were scowling. Scowling! How could you look so displeased when it was him who'd been spilled with coffee?!

“Maybe you should manage your time better.” he bit back, allowing you to help him up.

"Maybe you shouldn't walk along the inner corners of hallways."

"Maybe you shouldn't run in the building." Jean told you, trying to ignore the large patch of his damp shirt that clung to his midriff. It was sticky and hot, and he didn't like it one bit. "Besides, everyone knows the inside lane is for leaving."

"No, it's not." you threw back quickly, as if you had been prepared for this interaction. Had you had this conversation with someone else before? How many other people had been victim of your coffee throwing and iron step?

"The outside lane is for when someone is leaving, and the inside lane is for coming in. Same goes for stairs."

Jean raised a brow, patience running dangerously thin on him. "Who made that rule up?" he questioned, unimpressed by your words. He refrained from calling you something that might’ve gotten him a smack to the face.

     "Rising is harder than descending." you explained, crossing your arms over your chest. You gave him an expression that mirrored his. "Plus, the inner lane is shorter than the outer lane. It's— Well, it's the law of gravity."

     You spoke with such conviction he feared he'd been wrong about everything in his life. Besides, he didn't know a thing about gravity other than that it kept him from flying into space.

     "Alright, fine, but why would you run with a steaming cup of coffee in your hands?" Jean asked in retaliation. He may have lacked in the science department, but he knew his common sense quite well. "It's like you want to spill it all over people."

Your mouth opened and shut quickly. He raised a brow, awaiting for your comeback that never came. Instead, you did the weirdest thing.

You laughed at him, eyes crinkling slightly at him. It was then that he realized maybe he wasn't so mad at you after all, Spilt coffee never hurt anybody, right? He would live to see the next day, so was there really any harm?

     "Okay, you're right." you admitted, almost bashfully. Your eyes traveled down to the brown stain of coffee on his dress shirt. "I shouldn't run around with hot drinks anymore, but you shouldn't walk along the inner lane when you're leaving the building."

     "Alright, deal. No more walking in the corners."

     You nodded, lips pursed. "No more running with coffee."

     It wasn't long after that he finally mustered up the courage to ask you out to dinner. He isn't gonna lie and say it was all sunshine and rainbows because it wasn't.

You were always running, always on the go. Were you running out of time? You had nowhere to be, yet you feared the thought of being late. Had you ever stopped and smelled the roses?

It was pretty hard at times. Getting accustomed to your way of things was hard. You were a mess before you met him. At least that's what you always say. Jean doesn't think so.

Maybe you were, in a sense. That was fine, too. It didn't bother him. Messes were made to be cleaned up after all, and he didn't mind leading the clean-up crew if you let him.

Things started sailing smoother as time flew. It was nice. Being with you was nice. You stopped spilling coffee on people. He stopped walking along the inner corners of hallways.

You never seemed to stop running, though. That was a constant in your lives. That was okay, too. Jean had to learn how to keep up with your never-ending speed, but you always let him set the pace. Maybe that's his favorite thing about you.

He taught you that being at rest isn't always a bad thing. You don't have to rush to get things done. Sometimes it's okay to just stop and be grateful for what's now and not what can be.

You taught him a fair share, too. You explained to him that the law of gravity isn’t actually about rising and descending. That had just been a lie to get you out of a bad situation. There was such thing as a law of gravity discovered by Isaac Newton.

Maybe Jean should've payed attention in science class when they talked about Newton because perhaps he would've understood what you were saying that first day.

All he knew was Newton's Laws of Motion, mainly the first: an object stays at rest or in motion unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.

     He figured it was something like you.

As fast as you walked, you never seemed to stop. Not until you sent him to the ground on his ass with a coffee stain on his shirt. Maybe he was the unbalanced force that acted on you. He wasn't completely sure.

     After all, Jean had never been good at science.

note: self-projected here bc I fucking hate science too ,, does this make sense or was I spitting gibberish skdkskdn