#okokok that's it i'm done now

[menciemeer]

Sometimes I think about Louise Hobbs for too long and start going a little crazy.

Garret Jacob gets all the attention on the show. Abigail gets it from fandom. The absence of Louise is almost invisible. She’s not there. We don’t think about her.

We don’t think about her, of course, because she’s not in canon in the first place. She has no lines. Her name is not mentioned in dialogue. She only barely appears on camera.

Here is Louise Hobbs alive and well. Striking about this bit, once I was looking at it: she doesn’t look towards the camera, she doesn’t look towards her family members, and her family doesn’t look towards her. They move around one another and don’t directly interact. Look at it: Abigail and Garret Jacob Hobbs are communicating, here, in a way that she’s entirely cut off from.

(And, ok, listen, I’ve gotta sidebar. Even before Abigail actually picks up the phone, GJH is keeping track of where she goes. There are no clear frames of this tiny interaction, but look:

he’s keeping tabs on her. The minute she moves, he’s checking over his shoulder to see what she’s up to. By contrast, he doesn’t look at his wife even once.)

(One other thing about this tiny little scene of them playing house. GJH has absolutely no chill. He is tense and intense even before he gets on the phone. It’s not really possible to tell what Abigail is thinking through all of this--we know from later that she’s a pretty good liar--but Garret Jacob Hobbs is not subtle. He’s jumpy as fuck, and he’s probably that way all the time.)

Continuing.

The next time we see Lousie, she’s being shoved out the front door. Think about that. GJH didn’t kill her immediately. He’s not interested in seeing her dead. He’s using her to buy time in the kitchen with Abigail because he knows he doesn’t have any left.

The way I remembered Louise dying was with a cut to her throat, but look at it. She’s got wounds on her arms, on her torso. He wasn’t careful, or quick. He didn’t hold out his hand to her and ask her to come closer. He attacked her, shoved her out the door, and slammed it behind her.

That is the end of Louise Hobbs.

Hobbs family dynamics just. Absolutely fascinate me. (Too much.) I so desperately want to know what it was like to be Louise Hobbs. I want to know how much she knew, how much she suspected, and how much she refused to let herself understand. She’s the cannibal the show cares about the least. She’s the one who dies so that someone else can have a little more time.

The show constantly returns to the idea of murder as a way to break or make families. Besides the Hobbs family, there’s the children and foster mother from Oeuf, Gideon killing his wife in backstory, Lawrence Wells who killed his own son, Margot and Mason, and of course Dolarhyde’s obsession with killing families together. Louise Hobbs’s is a murder to break a family. She is, very literally, cast out.

We do see her one last time:

It’s interesting that, when Abigail sees this, Alana is the one who becomes her mother. Whatever you want to say about the long-term feasibility of the Murder Family, it’s indisputable that Hannibal was never interested in planning a future with Alana. She’s there nearly by accident. Holding a place meant for Will. She is not part of the plan.

If Abigail mourns for Louise, she does it off-screen. We see flashbacks to her interactions with Garret Jacob, but, after this, Louise never returns. We’re left to wonder, or to forget, all on our own.

[artsy-n-smartsy]

I forgot to mention it before, but art trades are open for mutuals/friends :3 Would prefer to draw characters from franchises I'm familiar with, but aside from that (and some other guidelines which are pretty common sense) I may be open to it ^^

If you wanna see my art, go on my page and check the "artsy's art" tag :] I'd prefer to be messaged via DMs ^^

[dongslinger--420]

Romeo and Juliet AU where Lord Capulet says "suck a dick, d*mbshits!" at the end of the Capulet ball scene.

[satuguro]

⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ 20/20 VISION

lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

[bedoballoons]

okokok soooo do you think you could write tighnari x reader as the song "betty" (by taylor swift)

(also can i be known as 🪩 anon)

Of course you can, also I LOVE this song!! Never done something quite like this before so I hope you enjoy!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Betty~༺}

CW: Angsty with fluff in the end! Reader is "Betty"!!

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𑁍༄Tighnari:

"When I passed your house it's like I couldn't breathe."

Tighnari bit his lip, swallowing roughly as he passed your house...noticing as he was about to turn the corner that the lights had flicked on and you were now just barely visible inside. The sight of you made him stop dead in his tracks, chest tightening till he couldn't breath, memories of what he had done coming back to haunt him and make him wish for the thousandth time over...he'd never made the mistake he did.

"The worst thing I ever did, was what I did to you."

He hurried along, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as guilt and regret ate him alive, why had he done it? Never in his life had he acted so cruel and to have the first time be to you...the person he loved so much, the one he wanted to wake up to in the morning...the one he could see him spending the rest of his life with. This was the worst thing he had ever done...and you didn't deserve it.

"In the garden would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing?"

He pulled his hood over his ears, picturing what it would be like to talk to you about it, would you believe him if he said he regretted it...that it was just a summer thing and he'd never do it again? Would you let him hug you while the leaves swayed with the wind and birds sang their songs out loud? Would it be like when you used to be together in your garden or would you push him away?

"I'm here on your doorstep and I planned it out for weeks now"

It took weeks after that one pass by your home for him to work up the courage to be anywhere near you again. He'd planned the moment when he begged for your forgiveness over and over in that time, imagining how you'd act, what you'd say...but in truth he had no idea what to expect. He just had to stand on your doorstep, knocking softly till you answered...and hope it would be okay.

"Will it patch your broken wings"

"Tighna-"

"Wait...before you say anything I...I'm so sorry. I know that can never be enough...I know that what I did can't ever be undone, but I miss you so much and I love you more than anything else. I want to be with you, to make it better the best I can and show you it will never happen again. You're all I have thought about for so long now and I can't imagine not ever being able to kiss you or show you how I feel ever again. Please...I beg of you...forgive me?" He looked at you with sorrow in his eyes, voice cracking throughout his speech and emotion poured into each word, he genuinely couldn't seem to function without you and you...were the same way.

"Standing in your cardigan, kissin' in my car again"

You stepped closer to him, feeling tears roll down your cheeks as he pulled you into a tight embrace, lips meeting yours in the most passionate kiss either of you had ever shared. Your whole self felt warm again, like things had been made right...the wound was starting to heal and even though there would always be a scar...you had eachother again.

"You know I miss you"

He pulled back to rest his forehead against yours, both of you not truly sure how to handle all the emotions that were flowing through your veins...but one thing was perfectly clear, "I missed you..."

"I missed you too."

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[emmyrosee]

FOR YOUR EVENT!!!! I'M SO EXCITED YAYAYAYYYYY

okokok so from the lists, could I haveeee

29. giggling while kissing (from the kisses prompt list)

and from the dialogue list let's do...

136. did you enjoy yourself last night?

111. delete it. now.

(and i'm not sure if you wanted me to include a character or not, but either way i trust your judgement!! congrats again <33333)

*screams and kicks and cries about how much I love this* also went with Tsumu bc. Like. He’s my husband 🧡

tw!! suggestive content for comedic purposes. Nothing is done, but the verbiage is definitely suggestive!! Also tw hangover, drinking is mentioned.

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You woke up with a pounding headache.

It wasn’t like you had more than a few glasses of wine, but you knew when Inarizaki had reunions, no one was safe from the party; even Shinsuke, who goes to bed at 9:30 because he’s a man of absolutely uncontrollable patterns.

Unfortunately, for you, Inarizaki reunions meant Suna Rintaro was there, and you were determined to drink him under the table any chance you got. He’s a great friend, been yours for years, but screw him and his stupid cocky self that you’ve got to set into place every few months.

Pounding headaches and blurry nights were definitely a price, but at the end of it all, it’s definitely an event you wouldn’t pass up for the world.

Even as your entire being feels like it’s covered in bricks.

“Morning, my baby,” the sweet, yet somehow still cocky voice of your boyfriend croons into your ear. His warm breath spans over your cheek, and you whine and cover your head with the pillow.

“Your breath reeks,” you grumble, desperate to ignore his snickers. “Can you give me fourteen seconds before you’re the bane of my existence?”

“I’m sure I can,” he teases, and god he’s lucky he’s so cute because the smirk in his voice makes you want to whack him with a pillow. “I’m not gonna, but I can.”

“You’re such a disappointment,” you snip, and that’s prompted with a soft kiss against your aching temple. That, finally, does have you melting, and you whimper softly before turning your head to bury into his chest. He holds you lovingly, letting you settle against him. “No wonder ‘Samu’s the favorite child.”

“‘Samu’s the favorite because of pity,” he says simply, and you giggle in his chest dopily. From his chest, you hear his outer arm paw for his phone on the bedside table, and you mewl once the comforting weight settles back against your shoulders.

“So,” he says, nosing at your hairline. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

“So much,” you say, voice warbled from the way your lips are smooshed against his chest. “Too much.”

“I know,” he teases, and once again, you want to smack the smirk off his face with the pillow. “You were definitely the life of the party last night. Off your rocker completely.”

“Hm?”

He pauses, and you feel a certain queasiness settle in your heart.

“Definitely had me in surprise. Thought Osamu was gonna have a stroke. Definitely glad Sunarin caught it on video, otherwise you may not believe me.”

Fuck. What did you do?

“Please, whatever it is, be nice about it,” you beg, now hiding your face from him not to be comfortable, but to hide your embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad about it,” he assures.

Why would he be mad about whatever it was?

Then, from his phone, you hear your voice in a drunken stupor, wailing on and on about how much you love Atsumu, and you’re blessed to have him and how definitely some unsavory things that absolutely should not have been said aloud, in public.

But nothing that would cause such a strange reaction; Sunarin was always known to catch you at your worst, even if it is flirting with-

“Yer damned boyfriend is gonna come out here and kick my ass if you don’t stop.”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna film the whole thing,” Suna snorts from behind the camera.

“I wanna lick your abs.”

“ATSUMU!”

Osamu.

You were flirting with Osamu, thinking he was Atsumu.

Instantly, immediately, your eyes fly open and you scramble as far as you can away from your blonde boyfriend, eyes wide as saucers while he cackles at your expense. Your chest heaves and you feel bile rushing up your throat, horrified for the trauma you probably caused the other twin.

“You are sooo into me,” he wheezes, pointing and laughing at you.

“Fuck you, this isn’t funny!” You wail, burying your face in your hands. “Oh, my god, your teammates must think I’m fucking feral! I’ll never be able to show my face again! Fuck!” Your voice, snow hiked in a snarl, growls out a sharp “delete it. Now.” from behind your palms.

He snickers and you feel the bed weight shift, and there’s a comforting warmth that settles against you as he plops next to you.

“You’re makin’ a mountain out of a molehill,” he says sweetly, as if that’s supposed to help. “You got a little plastered and mistook me for the lesser twin is all.”

“‘Is all,’” You whimper. He tosses an arm around your shoulder and you hide your face in his bicep. “I practically cheat on you and you say ‘is all.’”

“Hard to be mad at you when you moan my name at my twin.”

“Shut up!”

“Talkin’ about how you wanna lick my abs,” he starts to plant kisses on your head, the quick action making you squeal softly. “You want me to toss you on the counter, ride my thigh, suck my toes-“

“Fuck you, I did not say that!” You groan, but this time it’s shrouded in laughter.

“I have 4 friends and 1 scarred Kita-San who will confirm that.” He beams at your laughter, now moving his kisses to peck along your cheek, and you shove at him gently at the tickly feeling. “How you love me soooo much, how sexy I am and how bad you are for me-“

“I get it!” You giggle. You turn your head up to nudge his teasy lips away, but instead he captures your own in a kiss, the rapid, repeated pecks now on your laughing lips. His long arm wraps around your shoulders and gently angles your jawline to keep you as subjected to his affections as possible.

“How you’d do anything for me, with me, how everyone else is so jealous that they’re not me- which is true, but I was surprised to hear you say it.”

“You’re so embarrassing!”

“You looove me.”

“Unfortunately I do- no!”

Slender fingers curl at your jawline and neck, tickling you back into submission, all the while kissing the laughter from your mouth once again.

“Shut up. You’re in no position to be a brat right now.”

“Stop being mean!” You whine around your laughter.

He cocks a brow before leaning down to your writhing head, once again holding it steady as he stops tickling with the same hand.

“I’ll show you mean, babydoll.”

[bettathanyou]

okokok how abt some good ol' angst to fluff cedric and reader where she tries to suprise him with sumn but ends up breaking something of his and he lashes out at her?? Makes her very sad and all and he slowly comes to his senses and comforts her?? Happy endinggg! Thamksss!

Come To My Senses

A Cedric The Sorcerer x Reader Angst/Fluff Fic requested by @acupnoodle

I'm listening to Mitski while writing this so uh if this ends up being more sad than you planned... that's why 😭 also credit to @natbat331 on Instagram for giving me this pic of Cedric that goes so well with the fic!! Anyways enjoy :3

Finishing the ribbon on the gift box, you hum to yourself in glee once again as you picture the look on Cedric's face once he receives your gift. The way his jaw would curve into a smile, warm mahogany eyes sparkling with intrigue- the thought alone filled your stomach with swarms of butterflies.

Inside the box was a piece of neatly folded cloth, its purpose used for making bowties- similar to what Cedric usually wears. However, unlike the simple yellow silk Cedric usually wears, this fabric was much more special.

The silk was a deep black in color, with hand embroidered constellations stitched with precision in real gold thread.

You grab the scissors next to you, cutting off the excess ribbon to make it more presentable. Once you're satisfied with your work, you nod to yourself with an excited smile.

"Done!" You exclaimed, flinging yourself up from your chair. Turning to head out from your room, you tuck the box within your pocket to conceal the surprise.

Strutting down the long castle corridors, you have to bite your lip and glance away at passing servants to conceal the grin that stays stuck to your face. In all honesty though, it wasn't really working that well. Your relationship with Cedric was far from being a secret, and most of the castle inhabitants knew where to find you when you weren't working or in your room.

You turn into that familiar corridor leading toward the staircase to Cedric's door. Heart thumping, your footfalls grow slightly faster, echoing from the stone floor.

Cedric is going to love this, I just know it! His face will be priceless, you think to yourself, biting back a cheeky laugh. Reaching your next destination of the stairs, you ascend without any hesitation.

In your love sick stupor, imagining the different ways Cedric could potentially react- you burst through Cedric's door, waltzing right into his workshop.

You open your mouth to greet your favorite sorcerer and partner, but before a syllable can leave your lips, the man is already cursing.

"Dammit!" The lanky sorcerer roars, and the shrill tinny of glass shattering echoes in your ears. Your first response is to freeze, your wide eyes boring into Cedric's back. Purple silk quickly turns into fiery golden eyes, glinting with anger and disdain.

The sorcerer faces you now, his mouth twisted into a scowl, deep trenches of annoyance across his forehead as he frowns.

"How many times do I have to tell you people-...!" Cedric's usual posh accent is gone now; torn to shreds by the gruff Cockney accent that sometimes peeked out, when he was pissed enough.

And Cedric was certainly pissed.

As his eyes finally processed that this wasn't just anyone, it was you- his guard dropped, slightly, reeling as his mind caught up with the fact.

You, on the other hand, had the opposite reaction. Upon hearing and seeing the rage Cedric emanated off his person, it sent shockwaves through you. Your muscles contracted at the new inflection of his words, that true accent from Cedric's lips always a warning signal for both of you.

You both stood in tense silence, your eyes screaming for any explanation as you search Cedric's face. Your eyes flit over the facial features you've long since memorized, looking for a hint of the Cedric you knew.

Cedric, however, couldn't stomach that look on your face, much less the truth that he was responsible for it- that hurt, the way your eyes shimmered with tears that reflected that temper of his.

Cedric clicks his tongue in annoyance, turning away from your form in one swift motion.

Back to the broken glass, and drip drip drip of a tedious potion that he has slaved away at for almost three days straight. He groaned, the image of King Roland's familiar look of disappointment already coming to mind.

"I'm sorry..." Your voice cuts through the thick haze of Cedric's thoughts. Cautiously, your footfalls come closer as you inspect the damage.

Cedric, however, didn't want another pair of eyes on this failure- he could hardly stand looking at the mess himself.

"No- don't. Just-..." Cedric huffs in frustration, cutting off his sentence abruptly. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he turns to face you once more.

The rage you saw at first had faded, but even worse, you decided, was the deep seeded annoyance on the raven haired man's face.

"Why didn't you knock-?" Cedric asks you, exasperated.

"I.." You stuttered, feeling at a loss yourself. Why didn't you knock? You knew-

"You know you can't just barge in my workshop like that!" Cedric chides you, his voice rising slightly. You turn your eyes away from Cedric, mumbling "I know, I'm sorry," under your breath.

You feel Cedric's eyes burning into you for a moment, before turning his head sharply back to the mess on his table.

Your eyes quickly glance at all the scattered papers around his desk, now soaked through from the liquid, and ink smeared beyond recognition.

"There's good reasons why I have that rule. It's a simple one, yet-..." The sorcerer mumbles to himself, snickering as his nose scrunches with the rest of his frown.

"I'm so sorry I didn't knock, Cedric- I know it's a lame excuse, but it really did just slip my mind! I..." You pause, unsure if it's even worth to elaborate further. The small box in your pocket now feels like a brick, the guilt weighing it down heavy.

"I was just excited to surprise you, and-" You babble on, and the man's warm brown eyes have since grown cold.

"Well, consider me surprised." He snips back in a sarcastic voice, beginning to magically move all the items off his work table to clean up.

The rest of your words have since died on your tongue, and you knew that Cedric was beyond talking until he calmed down. You couldn't blame him though- you messed up, big time it seems, if Cedric's mood soured so quickly due to one accident.

The sting of oncoming tears, along with the frustration you feel towards Cedric's cold demeanor, has kept you silent as Cedric stiffly begins to clean the space around him.

You stood, still as a statue, even though your mind was screaming at you to do something, say something! To fix this. But it was like you were frozen, glued to the spot next to the mess you created. You felt fear- that if you moved again, something else bad would happen.

Cedric, who had been in the middle of sorting through what magical ingredients could be salvaged from the spill, glanced over to where you stood. His face was stony, no discerning emotion left within any line of his face.

"Did you- need any help? I mean, this is my mess, you shouldn't be cleaning it up for me." The words manifested on your tongue in an instant, with you slightly tripping up over your words. Your eyes were hopeful, and somewhat pleading- but Cedric only replied with a long sigh.

"... It's fine. It's best I clean it up anyways- potions require a specific procedure when it comes to spills." Cedric replies in a monotonous voice, not sparing you a second glance as he continues his work.

Feeling dismissed, you hang your head and walk towards his door in shame. As you approach the door, you're hoping for Cedric to say "stop", "wait", or anything really that indicated changing his mind.

However, there was no such thing. Only the scuff of Cedric's feet against the stone flooring as a send off. You glance back, vision blurring slightly as the tears welled up.

Fishing in your pocket, you retrieve the black box that previously was the source of your excitement.

Now, it was nothing more bitter reminder- and you couldn't stand to look at it anymore. You set it down, softly, on another table nearest to the door.

Whatever Cedric does with it, it's out of your hands now. A part of you hopes he'd just toss it in the trash, along with the rest of the things you ruined today.

Without a word, you opened the door- a soft, final, "I'm sorry," leaving your lips.

You close the door, without waiting to hear a reply.

__________________

Cedric finally finished clearing away the rest of the accident, a final flick of his wand gathering the rest of the trash into the rubbish bin.

In the midst of all his clean up, he had forgotten that the bin was already overflowing- yet another mess to clean up.

The disruption crashes Cedric's motivation, the weight of your... argument? Conversation? He wasn't sure- it felt like he did most of the talking, now that the sorcerer thought about it.

Recalling it now made his heart sink, along with the weight of your last words now settling on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry."

Cedric winces as your voice echoes in his memory; that signature wobble in your cadence when you were upset, that usually was accompanied by tears.

Remorse clawed at his chest, and his stomach tightened into knots. The sorcerer runs his hands through his hair, his fingers tracing his scalp as he thought of what to do next.

Clearly, you both couldn't just pretend this didn't happen- no matter how much Cedric wanted to forget about it. Bygone are the days where he avoids confrontation- he knew that he also had to take responsibility for his own actions as well.

His hand reaches for something to fiddle with as he rehearses what to inevitably say to you- his gloved fingertips brushing up against a black satin box.

"What's this...?" Cedric's cat-like curiosity gets the better of him, as his hand curls around the object.

A soft rattle of metal came from inside- yet the box was very light, barely covering his own palm. His mind digs through the vast collection of his personal items to place a name to what was inside- but no dice.

Cedric shrugged, deciding to lift the snug lid upwards to look at the contents hidden within the box.

Casting aside the lid, his caramel colored irises land on the unfamiliar yet gorgeous fabric- the gold thread of stars and constellations winking back at him in the evening sun.

"This... Is-" Cedric's eyes widen, staring down at the fabric for a moment. His jaw hands slack as he cautiously lifts up the tie to inspect it further, taking instant note of the craftsmanship and quality.

It was beautiful, no doubt about it- but it certainly didn't belong to him; he would remember having such a tie in his collection.

"I just wanted to surprise you, and-"

Your voice pops into his mind again as he recalls what you had said earlier, which shoots down his wonderment for a moment. Guilt and anxiety wrack his frame once more, realizing where this tie had came from, and why.

"This was (y/n)'s surprise..." Cedric whispers to himself, bringing a hand over his lip as he gasps.

"Oh, God, I'm such a..." Cedric groans, leaning his face into the palm of his head.

I have to make this right- I... I have to apologize, Cedric thought hurriedly, already reaching for his door handle.

"Hopefully, it's already not too late..." Cedric mumbles to himself, his gaze fixed ahead as he makes his way to your room.

____________

You sigh, tossing your book haphazardly aside on your bed once more. You've been trying to find any kind of distraction to keep your mind off of Cedric, but the silence of your room was only filling your head with more thoughts of the sorcerer.

You and Cedric rarely had spats like that, and the way his face warped into annoyance and anger at your mistake kept haunting the back of your eyelids. You rub at your eyes, trying once again in vain to just stop thinking about it, for even a moment.

We both just need some time to cool off, it's fine, you're fine; keep it together.

You repeat the phrase inside your head like a mantra, until the words begin to lose meaning; sounding like gibberish on your tongue.

In the middle of your chanting, you almost miss the subtle knock on your door- making your body flinch from the sudden noise.

"...Can I come in, dear?" That familiar voice cuts through the wood, seeing two feet shadowing the light peeking through the bottom of the door.

You pause for a moment, deciding if this timing was really good, or you were somehow hallucinating Cedric being there as a cruel trick of your psyche.

"(Y/n)?" Cedric calls out, his tone softer, laced with somewhat disappointment. Hearing your name being called snapped you back to the current moment. Scrambling from your bed, you tip over to unlock the door that stood between you and the man you love.

Creaking the door fully open, you're met with the comforting sight of deep purple robes, tired, yet soft brown eyes, and silver bangs framing the face of your dear Cedric. Your heart sang when you looked at him, but your body still remained stiff- still unsure whether it was acceptable to approach Cedric, given what happened today.

"I... It came to my attention, a little too late late, I might add, that I didn't apologize, either." Cedric fumbled through his words, his fingers fidgeting with his robe sleeve.

"Well... I didn't knock, either-" you offered, but Cedric is quick to cut you off.

"No, you didn't, but-... I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. It wasn't fair, or right, and I'm sorry. I should've come to my senses sooner." Cedric confessed, his eyes glued to yours as his voice grew hoarse from guilt. His shoulder dropped, even more so than normal, and Cedric's tall lanky frame appeared to fold in on itself as the words left his mouth.

"...Did you manage to clean everything up?" You ask, nimbly avoiding the apology for now.

"Huh? Oh- yes, yes, I did." Cedric cocks his head in confusion, wondering why you had avoided his apology. Were you still upset with him? Should he have waited longer to approach you? Should he just leave?

No. No, he can't just leave now- he can't, not until he can relieve you of that sad glint in your eyes, the sadness that he knew was his fault.

"A-actually, I managed to find something interesting, in the midst of my cleaning..." The sorcerer pulled out something from the depths of his sleeve, extending his palm out.

Revealing a small black box, the very same that you possessed.

Instinctively, you smile, your eyes lighting up. You raise your head to look at Cedric, who also bore a knowing smile of his own.

"I was hoping you could do the honor of helping me put it on...?" Cedric asks you, unsure but still hopeful- extending you an offer, as well as an olive branch.

Feeling your walls finally crumble, your smile widens and your eyes crinkle in the way that makes Cedric's heart flutter.

Grabbing Cedric's wrist, you lightly tug him into your room, his eyes widening in equal parts surprise and happiness. You glance up, chuckling to yourself slightly.

It was the face you imagined the sorcerer would make, upon seeing your gift- except, it looked even better in person.

You take the tie from the box, gently looping the fabric around his neck.

"It would be my pleasure, Cedric."

[pseudocyance]

Okokok so I have written a lot um yeah

@aurum-the-yapper

I already posted the first section of this but I edited it a wee bit and copied it here so this is that plus a lot more afterwards

I don't know what possessed me to sit down and write this but it was a lot of fun so uhh

Codex backstory stuff

Word count - 2,658

content warnings - death, manipulation, minor body horror, abandonment, swearing

(There's also one innuendo type joke but it's not that bad)

-

The lava hissed below them as they sprinted across the bridge. It was a less than favorable method of transportation but there was no alternative. Codex needed to get out now.

They had been collecting obsidian for months now, scrounging up every scrap every moment the magic brain fog cleared to make the portal here. Some poor soul had made this bridge, possibly a previous student making an escape attempt.

“Shit-”

Codex tripped, their hands flying out to keep themself from falling off. They fell to their knees and scrambled to stay on the bridge. The lava was only a few feet away and the sizzling heat licked their skin.

It took a few seconds of frantic grasping at the netherrack, but Codex got a firm hold on the bridge.

I can't stop, I don't have time to stop, I need to keep going. Keep going, idiot.

They pulled themself up and kept sprinting. Through the nether fog and smoke, they could make out the shape of an island ahead.

Only a few more steps. Then you can find a new portal to go to the overworld through. Or make a new one! You have enough obsidian. So… Close…

A piglin dropped down in front of them from a ledge. It clutched a crossbow made of a deep red wood.

“Ah, hello! Um, I need to get out of here, like, now, so if you can move that would be great.”

It just looked at them, with its soulless white eyes. Codex was glad that the eyes were not a trait their piglin heritage had given them. Instead they had gotten the pink skin and small tusks. They had no idea what their eye's color had been before becoming the distinct purple of the Watchers.

“I would really rather not hurt you, but you are between me and getting away from this lava so it might have to happen.”

The piglin tilted it's head to the side. Codex wondered if it could understand them or if it was just considering whether to shoot them into the lava. Or both. But instead of raising it's crossbow, it stepped to the side and pointed to a nearby cave.

“Thank you? I think? Thank you for not killing me, Mx. Piglin.”

They started running again, this time towards the cave. Any directions, even from a feral pig monster, was better than nothing.

Don't refer to your ancestors that way.

Codex shook off the guilty feeling and slowed down their running. The cave was widening and going downwards. The temperature was rising with every step and Codex had the feeling that if they broke any of the walls, lava would come pouring in.

Why had the piglin told them to go this way? What was down here?

A deep rumble shook the ground.

“Oh voids, they're here.” How had they already noticed they were missing? Codex started sprinting again. The heat was becoming unbearable and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

A flash of purple in front of them made them screech to a stop. But it wasn't their pursuers. It was a nether portal.

Finally, the exit. I'm so close. When I get to the overworld, maybe I can find a player to help me get to a new world.

They stepped towards the portal and reached towards the swirling surface.

“Codex,” a voice behind them rasped. “Where do you think you're going?”

They whipped around, tail flipping angrily.

“Get away! Leave me alone! All you've done is hurt me, and it is my right to escape.”

The blue skinned Watcher sighed at them with a bored, slow blink. “Kid. You don't know what you're doing. Come home and nobody will get hurt”

“I've already been hurt! Everyone there is hurt! Plus, that place has never been my home.”

“Fine, then.” In less than a second, Thane raised his hands and clapped them in front of him. Purple sparks radiated from his palms and the cave began to shake.

“You're going to kill us both! This is going to cave in, and I'm the one that's closer to the portal. You'll never make it out alive!”

“Codex… did you really think I was stupid enough to come here myself? I would never risk my life on something as insignificant as you.”

A fissure cracked through the roof and lava began pouring in. Codex stepped backwards towards the portal, not wanting to take their eyes off the Watcher.

“This is your fault. You shouldn't have left.” Thane's figure wavered. Codex thought it was heat waves at first, but then the older Watcher shortened in height. His skin turned from blue to a pale peach and his purple waistlength hair turned to white bob.

“Where am I? What happened? Why-” the human began screaming as the lava approached her.

“ROSE? Why are you here? Come here! We can escape together!”

She fell forward and started to crawl towards Codex. But the lava was too fast. It oozed towards Codex's classmate and began to swallow her.

Codex would never forget those screams as they backed into the nether portal. They would never forget the expression on Rose's face as they left her. They would never forget the smell of burning flesh and feathers.

As Codex tumbled out of the other side of the portal, they felt an excruciating pain coming from their forehead. The searing pain caused them to curl up into a ball and reach for their head, only to discover horns protruding from what used to be smooth skin. Probably yet another mark from the Watchers, claiming them as a member. The pain continued to burn for what may have been minutes, hours or days.

When it finally cleared, Codex opened their eyes to see a sunrise. Orange light flooded the forest they had tumbled into.

“I’m… free.”

-

It took a bit for Codex to notice their surroundings. The dense forest was made up of dark oak trees and giant mushrooms that weren't too unlike the ones in the nether. The white stems reminded them of exposed bones. They shook off the thought.

Their eyes darted around and landed on a small stone.

One step in front of the other. Ignore the pain. With the stone in hand, they returned to the portal.

“This probably isn't going to do anything, but it's better than nothing,” they mumbled to themself, and smashed the stone into the glassy portal surface. It shattered with a hissing sound and let out a wave of heat. Codex sighed with relief.

“Ok. Back to the beginning, I guess.”

They walked around the portal, collecting a bundle of thick sticks and bark. The materials to make starter tools were all they needed for the time being. Eventually they wanted to get their hands on some armor, but this would be alright for now.

I need to find a player. I can use their com to get to the hub, and then find help from there.

With the rudimentary tools in hand Codex made their way forward.

-

The trees thinned slowly but surely and gave out to a lush field. Codex's ears perked up as a rustling reached their ears. The wind was blowing past the flowers that coated the land, making a beautiful whistling sound. Their eyes scanned the field. The grass was short enough so nothing would be hiding in it, but they felt uneasy going out and being exposed.

Nobody is coming. You are ok. The players here are probably peaceful, so if you do run into someone it'll be ok.

Codex exited the trees and entered the field. About an end island's width away was a stream that cut between the flowery field and a huge plains.

Walking forward, they were careful not to step on the flowers. They approached the stream and were deciding on how to cross when they noticed a figure leaning over the stream. They had dark, curly hair and were wearing some sort of blue military uniform.

“Hello?”

The figure jumped and spun around, almost falling in the water.

“Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you,” Codex smiled.

The other person smiled back and bowed slightly. They had unnaturally dark irises, making them look like there were pits in the middle of their eyes. They also had flecks of dark blue on their cheeks.

“Ok… uh… I'm Codex. What's your name?”The other person leaned down and began writing in the sandy bank with one finger.

A M B-

“I can't read common, do you know any other languages?”

They started writing again.

ᔑ ᒲ ʖ ∷ 𝙹 ᓭ ᒷ

“Ambrose! Nice to meet you! Can you not speak?”

They shook their head.

“Choosing not to, then. I can understand that. What are your pronouns? He?"

Ambrose nodded.

“Ok. Nice to meet you Ambrose, I'm Codex, they/them.” They reached out to shake his hand and he returned the gesture.

“Could I borrow your com? I need to get out of here.”

Ambrose mimed turning out his pockets.

“Oh. Are you not a player? Why don't you have one?”

He paused for a second, trying to figure out how to explain. He then pointed behind him with a fearful expression and mimed pushing through some sort of barrier.

“Sorry, I don't really understand.”

He looked slightly disappointed but shrugged.

"Would you be willing to travel with me until we run into someone with a com?” Ambrose smiled and nodded in response.

And with that, they crossed the stream and began to walk to wherever this world would take them.

-

Codex still didn't know much about Ambrose, but it didn't really bother them. The less Ambrose knew about Codex, the safer he was. Plus, this human had obviously gone through something rough. Neither of them wanted to share their pasts.

The sun was dipping towards the horizon and the sky was beginning to turn gold. Ambrose didn't seem to notice, but Codex was becoming anxious at the thought of walking at night.

“Do you have the materials for a bed? We can make a hole in the ground or something to get through the night.”

Ambrose smirked at them and held up one finger with a feigned shocked expression.

“Oh, shut up. Two beds.”

Codex glared at him. Ambrose giggled, which was the first noise Codex had heard him make.

And so they waited out the night.

-

Eyes and lava filled Codex's dreams. Nothing was really memorable or coherent, but it was enough to wake them up.

They sat forward and rubbed their eyes, yawning. Judging by the bit of light peeking out from the sky above, it was just before sunrise. Ambrose was also sitting up in his bed.

How long has he been awake?

He was curled up in a ball and facing the opposite wall from where Codex was laying. His hands were clenched into his hair and he was rocking slightly.

“Are you alright?” Codex whispered to him.

His shoulders tensed slightly and he stopped rocking. With one hand, he reached up and wrote on the wall in front of him:

ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⍊𝙹╎ᓵᒷᓭ ᔑ∷ᒷ ᓭ𝙹 ꖎ𝙹⚍↸

[The voices are so loud]

“Is there anything I can do to help?” They reached back to touch his shoulder but pulled their hand back when they noticed some sort of black substance staining his shirt.

Ambrose turned around and looked Codex in the eyes. Well, they couldn't exactly tell where he was looking. His eyes were completely black and glossy like obsidian spheres. He had deep eye bags and the blue flecks on his cheeks seemed to have grown. Tears ran down his face.

“Here. I might be able to help.” They reached out their hand again, this time pausing to silently ask permission to touch. Ambrose nodded and they brushed his cheek with their fingertips. As soon as they touched, Codex's eyes began to glow. They shut them quickly and mentally moved forward into Ambrose’s mind.

They always watch the eyes the cameras they watch they see everything I can't remember who I was who was I why am am I here save me I'm so sorry Sterling-

Codex pulled their hand back gently and opened their eyes. A glittering strand of white light followed their fingers and left Ambrose's mind. His irises seemed to melt back to a more natural blue color and the whites returned to white. He hugged his shoulders and began to rock again. Codex twirled the strand into a small loop and placed it above Ambrose's head to form a small halo.

“This will quiet everything for a while. I've used it on myself a few times. While my old school sucked, I did learn some useful tricks.”

Ambrose gave a weak smile in return.

-

They waited for a short while for the sun to fully rise. Ambrose pulled himself out of the hole first and Codex quickly followed. The sun was high enough for no monsters to remain on the surface so they began to keep walking in the direction they had been headed before.

Ambrose attempted to make conversation by pointing at Codex's horns, tail, and the wings behind their ears with an inquisitive expression.

“I got the wings and tail as a… uh… ‘gift’ from my old home. The horns are new, not sure why I got them.”

Ambrose nodded, possibly getting the hint that they didn't want to talk about it. They kept walking in silence.

They continued for this pattern for several days. They would walk for multiple hours, taking breaks for meals and to rest. If they found themselves in a village they would spend the night there, or just make a hole in the ground if there were no other options.

Codex had become quite fond of Ambrose. Even though he didn't speak, they felt like they were getting to know him well. Of course, they didn't know where he came from, but they didn't really care.

His smile and laugh were infectious. Codex managed to forget about the Watchers and everything that had happened for brief periods of time when they talked to him.

This was the first time they had felt safe for a very, very long time.

But all good things must come to an end.

The halo around Ambrose's head had faded some time ago, but nothing had happened so Codex assumed everything was fine. The first thing that was off about him was how quiet he was. Obviously Ambrose didn't speak, but something about the way he moved was unnaturally quiet. Then his eyes began to turn black again.

Codex didn't say anything to him but prepared themself for quieting his thoughts again.

It was around dusk and they should've been getting ready for the night. That's when Ambrose jerked violently and fell to the ground.

“Ambrose? AMBROSE? WHAT'S WRONG?” Codex dove down to kneel beside him. He was twitching and rolling around. And kept pulling at his hair.

“Are you hurt? Is this some sort of medical thing? Please be ok I need you to be ok-” Ambrose managed to pull himself up and roughly grab their sleeve.

His eyes were pure black pits again and there seemed to be some sort of black veins running from his eye sockets. His ears elongated to knifelike points and blue mushrooms sprouted from his head and shoulders.

“Run. Run and don't look back. You can't save me,” he rasped. Speaking the words seemed a great pain to him and he looked to be fighting something in his mind. His hand released their sleeve and fell limply to his side.

Codex listened. They stood up and sprinted with everything in their soul. At some point, they heard a scream from behind them but kept running.

I abandoned another friend. I could have helped him. I left him to… whatever was happening. It's my fault. I can't help anybody.

[chilchucks-timbs]

What do you think of the sequel of twewy then? You talk a lot about the original but I'm interested in your opinion of the second part because I saw a few fans disappointed :o

OKAY. Omg.

So first of all? Soundtrack? SLAPS. We won. We won with the sequel soundtrack. I actually prefer some of the new remixes to the original!

The artwork? Stuck to the original style. Can’t complain at all. The new designs? PEAK. They’re so cool. There’s new shopkeepers- who look AWESOME- who have LORE. We can access NPC LORE. I read about one who is married to one of the players? Catch me eating popcorn at that story.

Shout out to the sprites you get when you’re feeding your party members? They’re so cute. In original TWEWY we just had a voice telling us if they liked it after I’ve fed them. NOW we get to know via their face going 🤢 or 🥺 BEFORE they eat so I can give them something they definelty like! and I think that’s fun and funky fresh.

Gameplay? Fantastic. Absolutely brilliant. - the original game had a switch port and honestly? I really think they should’ve done better with the controls. What worked and was beautiful for the ds- felt very clunky on the switch. Especially when playing console? I mean what in the Wii controller buLLSHIT. I need my attacks ACCURATE and on tv that’s very very hard. My friend managed it but? Maybe I just need to get good LSLGFSPALDL. But NEO twewy? beautiful. Perfect. Great for the switch. no complaints on the new battle system.

The story:

edit: THE HUMOUR IS THERE. I FORGOR. I forgot how fucking funny it is. The amount of screenshots I have? Hilarious. Not any like quotable moments like there is in the original game. But there’s so much silly billy shit going on. Bunch of CLOWNS I swear.

Its messaging is not driven home as much as the original twewy is. Like my friend had to explain to me what they were doing because it’s very very subtle. The characters are changing but only just a little. -unlike the first game which, like? At the end of the game? These guys are CLEARLY not the same people who entered the game!! These are Zuko ATLA level transformations!!!: whereas Neo twewy game says? Hey. Your actions are kinda sucky bro. Ever thought about changing up your style? Like it’s THERE. But it’s clearly not the CORE of the game like the first one. And that’s where it falls flat FOR ME. I LOVE and ADORE character development and it’s just not the focus of NEO twewy. But that doesn’t mean I hated the game. I just don’t prefer it over the original.

What NEO twewy DOES focus on is world building which. I think they’ve made some super cool and interesting choices. Even if I, and many Joshua kiryu fans don’t agree with them. 💛 we just straight up ignore the new lore because we don’t like it- the one around Joshua anyway. They bring in some new reapers and some new plot line surrounding shinjuku. That’s fine. That’s fun. But. Joshua? MY MAN? No square enix, you don’t know my blorbo of 10 years better than me :))

So. In conclusion. I was not DISAPPOINTED. I just think they lost the core of what twewy meant to people for the sake of focusing on the new details theyve added. I think rindo and fret and nagi deserved better development.

ALSO IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT TEAMS? I MISS PARTNERS. LIKE TEAMS IS FINE I GUESS BUT. PARTNER WAS SPECIAL.

Okokok real conclusion is that I was not disappointed. I had fun. I loved a lot about this game. But the original hit home so hard, and the sequel was just a good game.

[carpetbug]

CARPETBUG, DROP THE FELINE BLUE PLAYLISTS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS. (WHEN THEY'RE DONE OF COURSE BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO PUSH YOU TO DROP ANYTHING UNTIL YOU'RE HAPPY EITJ IT ITS JUST 1:46AM AND I WANT TO BE DRAMATIC) -FERAL ANON

okokok imma be so fr my music taste is absolutely everywhere and kind of trash soooo I just worry about my playlists being perceived poorly LOL. also a lot of the songs on them now (the canon ones at least) are from my tastes in like 2020, and have a fair amount of songs i don’t listen to anymore. I def want to update them and i still love them sm I just struggle with curating music in a good way

[nyantodamax145]

Okokok hear me out.

Honkai Star Rail's Penacony Story was the story and message that Disney's Wish never managed to properly represent.

I'm not fantastic at themes and media literacy but I'm trying my best so please feel free to correct me on any mistakes you think I might have made or any different interpretations of each story you might have.

Massive Spoilers for Honkai Star Rail 2.0 and onwards as well as Disney's Wish ahead!

Both Penacony and Rosas are portrayed to the general public as a place where dreams come true; Penacony because it is literally a land that exists in a dream, and Rosas because their King has the power to literally grant wishes.

We quickly come to see how this isn't quite true; people sell everything they have to come to Penacony to try and strike it rich but end up being unable to fulfill their dreams due to one circumstance or another.

In Rosas, King Magnifico takes away your wish and keeps it safe under the condition that it will be fulfilled one day, but there's never a deadline on fulfilling it, so some wishes just don't get fulfilled.

Now Sunday attempts to use the power of the Order make it so that everyone is happy by trapping everyone in an unending sweet dream, ensuring that they are satisfied with their current situation. However, it is all a dream.

I personally think Sunday ended up this way because of the manipulative way the Dreammaster Mr. Gopher Wood raised him; Sunday was corrupted by his upbringing, eventually leading him down this path.

Magnifico gets corrupted too, but in a much faster way just by opening that forbidden book. We can kind of connect that forbidden book to the power of the Order, and how both Sunday and Magnifico used it to seize control. While Sunday used the sacrifice of the members of the Oak Family, Magnifico used the Wishes themselves to gain power.

Now let's connect the Nameless to Asha. There's a whole lot to be said about the character growth of our Trailblazer and how they come to answer the question "Why does life slumber?". But for now, we're focusing on the fact that they believe that the only way for life to live is in reality, not trapped in a cage where their every action is dictated by those above them (again paraphrasing here feel free to correct me)

Asha, after her interview with King Magnifico, comes to believe that those with wishes should have the chance to chase them of their own volition, not locked up for some greater power to determine whether or not to grant them. This is very similar to what the Nameless believe, in that they don't believe that life/wishes should be trapped in a dream/tower, that they deserve freedom/to chase their wish themselves even if they must fight for it.

Oh and there's parallels between Robin and Queen Amaya too! Both women very close to the person who ends up imprisoning their lands who, through their own wills, help the protagonist to defeat Sunday/King Magnifico by guiding them or assisting them in some way, having to come to terms with the fact that the person they knew in the past has become corrupted and they must stop them for the greater good.

Although I will note that Robin helps stop Sunday's plan because she genuinely loves her brother and believes that a lonely fate like his is too cruel for him, while Queen Amaya realizes that King Magnifico can no longer be saved and abandons him in the end (GOD I WISH SHE WERE BETTER WRITTEN! DISNEY!!! YOU COULD HAVE DONE SO MUCH MORE WITH HER CHARACTER! HOW DID YOU FALL SO LOW?!)

In the end of the Penacony Story, it takes the strong will of many different individuals to make a crack in the dream and break it. This is very similar to the ending of Wish, where the "star" or "wish" that exists within each and every individual is used in the end to defeat Magnifico.

So both stories have:

A place portrayed to be a place where dreams come true, but that turns out not to be the case for many

Someone in power attempting to create their version of what can be considered an ideal world by controlling their people.

A strong willed protagonist who believes that it should be the right of the people to be "free" in whatever sense that may be

A supporting character close to the person in power who assists to protagonist in achieving their goal for the greater good of the people and their loved one

Themes such as the meaning of freedom and the strength of many VS an overwhelming force, dreams/wishes and how you should chase your dreams yourself rather than just wishing for them to come true

Come to think of it, there's a line in "Almost There" in The Princess and the Frog in which Tiana says that her father told her that just dreaming won't do anything, you have to take steps to make it happen yourself.

I think Penacony succeeded where Wish failed because Asha and King Magnifico and Queen Amaya had... NO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!

Penacony worked because we saw a slow buildup of everything that happened and how the Trailblazer came to realize what was happening in Penacony and how at the beginning, they were unsure about what might happen and were afraid about the path ahead (the first part of the quest during the dream sequence when we met Acheron), but eventually they were willing to fight for the freedom of everyone in Penacony to give them the right to wake up and live in reality instead of in a dream, because they have solidified their belief that humans should not be kept in a cage and living in a dream, and that although the dream is sweet, life must eventually awaken.

But all we saw of Asha was the idea that she didn't like how Magnifico was handling things and that's the philosophy she she stayed with throughout the entire movie! Nothing changed or developed! Maybe she could have heard Magnifico's reasoning and agreed but then saw the effects of taking away someone's wish and realized what it meant that Magnifico was depriving people of what basically drove them and then decided that his way of doing things was wrong!!!

We never saw the past that Magnifico alluded to! We could have seen what drove him to think this way and eventually cross the tipping point! We could have seen more about how Queen Amaya felt, watching the man she loved fall into this mindset and desperately try to pull him out only to fail, and then have a character arc about letting go and moving on, and stopping someone who she once loved with her own hands and all the emotional turmoil that brings!

But did we see that?! No!

Penacony worked because the characters that drove the story forward had CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!!

The elements that make up their stories are more similar than you think, but the biggest difference is that Disney gave their characters no time to think and develop beyond their basic "Want" and never delved into their "Need".

And that's why Penacony's story succeeds and Disney's Wish fails.

[badeyesightdog]

i love your art so so so much! i've been following you for a long time and i love everything you make. historical hamilton (plus his complicated relationship with washington) is a particular fav, so thank you so much for creating beautiful historical hamilton art! the new one you just posted really made my day.

OH MY GOD THIS IS REALLY MADE MY DAY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH😭😭💖💖💖💖💖 I'm not pretty good at communicating in both English and in my tongue language so I might haven't talked to my followers as much as I should, or respond to you all's messages in the way I want to but words can't say it all, but heyyyyy do know one thing, I really appreciate all of them. I really do. My self-consciousness is pretty shitty and it's disturbing me a lot when I draw, especially when the work is done, but what makes me want to keep drawing is all of you here! Your comments, your likes, your reblogs, your support, everything. What makes me happy is to know that my art can make someone happy.

oh ok it's 1 am now and im babbling nonsense am I not? ahhhh but okokok THANK YOU AGAIN, YOU, AND EVERY YOU, AND YOU ALL. I LOVE YOU😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻💖💕💓💖💖💗💕💕

oh and anon!! thank you for your comments in ham and gwash part, I'm so glad to hear that😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻❤️💓💕💓💓💓💓 I'll keep doing my best!

[peanut-butter-juice]

Okokok, uhh

I have read a lot abt this htf fanfic- (silence of a deer/SOAD)

It's like a dangaroba and htf mix it's SOO GOODDD, imma make the entire thing into a comic, right now I'm starting wit my fav part and then I'll post the rest when it's all done, (it will take a long time, also I'm using htf assets which will prob make it longer) I told the creator I was planning something but didn't tell him what, don't tell him

Shhhhhhhh >:)

Red is spoilers, here's a tiny sneak peek

[eurydicees]

tell me ab ur presentation :p

okokok SO. basically i started making it and then realized it was, like, 60% haikyuu characters, which felt a little pathetic ngl. so i am now leaning into it and making it part of the bit and doing a 5+1: 5 sports anime characters i kin and 1 non-sports anime character lmfao.

i considered doing 5 haikyuu characters +1 non haikyuu character, but i got to 3 and couldn't think of any more i reeaaaalllyyy relate to (if anyone has 2 more haikyuu characters specifically then lmk, i still like this idea tbh).

anyways, more stuff under the cut :P

what i've got so far (from least to most accurate):

victor

atsumu

bokuto

bachira

oikawa

+1: tamaki

i'm also doing an "as voted by my friends and mutuals and followers" slide where i list the shortlisted characters and characters suggested by other ppl...which is what the poll is for (poll here). what i've got for those:

kenma

kaoru

princess bubblegum

homura (fucked up of my roommate to say but also. not WRONG)

if people are interested, i'll post all the slides when i'm done :P

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

wip game

post the names of files in your wip folder, let people send asks about a title and respond with snippets or fun facts

from @searchingforserendipity25 !

vaguely in order of what i want done now vs later:

tss [arwen edition]

dance- sil

riddle- est

maybe+sleep+shock- oh that's a fun combo :)

the resident high elves who are rapidly developing story :/

okokok. let's try again i swear i will finish llau eventually

rani sandyhill and the load-bearing timeline

in which maybe everyone goes to gundabad

arwen & halbarad buddy adventures

i'm not Planning this but- (we occasionally remember we're not actually living in a puzzle game)

throwing this vaguely at the lotro+ crew i guess? @hallothere @sweetearthandnorthernsky @rohirric-hunter @pursuer-of-hope @a-lonely-dunedain @find-the-path @kemendin

[that-dumbass-rabbit]

Okokok last one I promise I'm done now but ahhhhh so good you're getting my follow that's for sure