#only reason i could possibly think of is because i blocked them on accident like a month ago but i dont? get why that would make this happen

[raeygina-george]

Tumblr is so mean to me

[asphodeline-lutea]

How Forgetting Almost Everything can Help You Reach Tomorrow: The Importance of the "Amnesia Plot" of Book 12 (and how it might be Dissociative Amnesia)

The amnesia plot at the start of Book 12 is more than often seen as out of place, unnecessary, or even ridiculous. Sure, why have the main character lose his memory all of a sudden? To make the story more intriguing, perhaps, or to show his determination to become king and his willpower?

But as we all know, accidents happen for a reason.

The same applies to the amnesia of Book 12.

Suppose that Hiccup did not get amnesia, he will know that he had lost the Things, and the possibility of him becoming King has been severely reduced.

It has always been one of Hiccup's deepest fears that the Lost Things he had found would fall into the wrong hands, enabling Alvin to become king, causing the destruction of dragons, and the suffering of the humans. Now, it seems that this fear is very close to becoming reality.

To add to all of it, Snotlout had just sacrificed himself so that Hiccup could live and become King. If Hiccup did not become King, then Snotlout’s death would be in vain, and he would be failing Snotlout's trust and faith in him. We see more than once in later parts of Book 12, where he repeatedly states that he is doing this because of Snotlout. (“The very least that Hiccup could do was to make absolutely sure that Snotlout's sacrifice was worth it./ He HAD to do this.”-Book 12, p188; “I take this Crown in honor of Snotlout.” -Book 12, p221) (Not to mention that he was probably traumatized by Snotlout's death -any thought about this must have been very painful.)

But how, exactly, was he going to do so in this situation? He had none of the Things, only about one day's time until the coronation, and the borders of Tomorrow will be closed, so he would not be able to enter. This really seemed hopeless now- He had been in seemingly hopeless situations before, but none as dark and with stakes as high as this one.

If Hiccup was to go on without amnesia, then he would be under great pressure to become King, while facing serious difficulties, and yet this burden of fear and grief and guilt would be so much heavier than anything he had ever experienced. He could easily fall into the “all my fault” loop of self-blame and despair. If so, then how hard would it be for him to gather all the remaining strength in him to make himself continue to go forward?

Even if he had all his memories, he might have to try to suppress some of them (“I’ll think about it tomorrow”-Book 11, p308), in order to prevent himself from sinking into the pain of them, and keep himself going.

So, ironically, the amnesia could be seen as the kindness of Fate, or a rare example of the remaining bits of kindness in Cressida.

So you see, the amnesia plot was necessary to the story.

But wait- there's more to this plot.

What if the amnesia was not, or not only, caused by a hit to the head?

What if Hiccup himself, consciously or unconsciously, induced that amnesia on himself, to block out the pain, so he could go on towards Tomorrow? Though this would imply that he already knew he lost the Things before he woke up. But it is possible that he had already realized it subconsciously.

(I know I'm going more into speculative grounds now, but since Cressida wrote it as so, then it is open to interpretations, as long as they are logical enough within the story.)

Searching on the Internet, I found this:

Dissociative amnesia.

You see how this could actually fit into the story?

(I am no expert about dissociative amnesia, if I get anything wrong feel free to correct me.)

Forgetting one’s identity; memory loss of everything within a long period; amnesia affecting events but not learnt skills (such as speaking Dragonese or tying a kind of knot)- these are all characteristics of dissociative amnesia.

Especially the part where Hiccup regains his memory with help from Toothless- all memories returned, suddenly and forcefully, like a door swinging open. This happens with dissociative amnesia, where the memories are intact but blocked from consciousness to protect the person, but not with organic amnesia, where the memories are damaged, and usually cannot be completely cured.

(A small detail: with this approach, the fact that his memories about Snotlout returned later than the rest, might suggest that this was part of the trauma that caused the amnesia.)

In addition, in his amnesia state, Hiccup still seems to know that he must get to Tomorrow. Even though he was exhausted, ragged, barely alive, and had no conscious idea of why he was doing this, "something within him" made him push on towards Tomorrow. This fits in with the dissociative amnesia hypothesis.

Of course, I'm not saying that this is the "correct" explanation, Cressida might or might not have intended it to be dissociative amnesia, but since she wrote it in such a way, then it is open to this kind of interpretation.

However, this approach, interpreting the amnesia plot as dissociative amnesia, would be logical and connected with the previous events and Hiccup's character. And of course, it brings forth much more pain and emotional angst.

[cherry-pop-elf]

hello! 🌷 is it okay to request weasley twins x hufflepuff reader that was tortured by umbridge, but didn't give away the prank / bad thing that the twins did? out of loyalty for them

maybe comfort too, since they're thankful to reader and also feel guilty for what umbridge done to her. could be pre-dating or already dating them !!

have a lovely day 🎀

As a Hufflepuff who would have 100% been forced to not use their wheelchair because Umbridge would think I was faking my disability for attention, yeah we gonna get some Whump in this shit. ((Lowkey having some rough shit going on mentally so some vent fic like this will be hella. Thanks anon! Perfect timing!

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Honey Wounds

Warning: Violence, Umbridge in general, blood, torture, whump, hurt/comfort 🎆🐝🎇

“Where’s little bumble bee-?” The twins would worry, as they had wondered why you didn’t show up to the secret little defense class Harry started up. Where could their little Hufflepuff be? Had them a little worried. By little, it was a lot. Things have been getting a lot more tense recently. Umbridge was really hammering down, and she was making her mission to find a way to get those two into Azkaban. By any means possible. The only reason she hasn’t was probably because of Percy somehow. As they worried, someone was quick to grab them.

“Fred, George, something bad happened. Something really bad happened-!” The first year was crying, and the duo were on red alert now. The poor kid was in to many tears to really speak, so they figured there was no need to. George was quick to pick the first year up, as the child was just pointing. Fred was in the running lead, as George was trying to comfort the child. The poor kid was hiccuping, and seeming so scared. Something bad happened, and they had to figure out what it was. That’s when they saw it. Blood on the barrels, like someone was slapping bloody hand’s desperately to get into the Hufflepuff dorm.

“Shit shit shit, what did she do now-?” Fred hissed, as he tried to focus on entering the dorm. Having to get literal blood on his hands, in order to get inside. With the pattern played, the duo were able to run inside. Left to see the Hufflepuff dorm full of noise. So many students all busy and around someone. When Hannah Abbott noticed the twins, she stepped away. Pulling away fellow students, and the horror was on display.

“Fred, George…..?” It was you, and you were not looking hot. Not looking hot at all. You were horribly pale, and your hands looked as if they had been through a chopping block. The fellow Puff’s had done their best to try and help, but it was like they wouldn’t stop bleeding. George had instantly covered the first years eyes, despite the fact the child had long seen it. It was just habit after all.

“WHAT HAPPENED-?!” Fred was soon by your side, while George was quick to hand the child off to someone. Now he was on your other side. You were just to tired to really process it all, given the blood loss. If it wasn’t for their brilliant hair, you would have assumed it was just more worried Hufflepuff’s. Just trying so hard to help. It’s rather scary. Sure, it’s Hogwarts. Things get violent, but this wasn’t just a random accident. Nor some run in with a beast. This was a woman who wanted to hurt.

“I didn’t tell her. I didn’t tell her-“ You managed to say, with a smile. The twins looked at each other, wondering what you were blabbering about, before they were quick to take over. The Puff’s made sure to stay out of their way, as the twins were able to move in ever perfect unison. Not needing to speak, to move. Fred was quick to start emptying their bags, as George was taking care in trying to wash the wounds on your hands.

“I know it’s in here, come on out you bastard-“ Fred hissed, as he sorted through the assortment of old tins they had collected. Each with its own experiment, as George tried to not freak out. Seeing you hurt like this. It was making him feel so many emotions. Anger at Umbridge, fear for what that woman will do next, sadness for your pain, anxiety on it Ron and Ginny would be next. It was all so loud in his eyes, as he tried not to let the tears spill.

“Found it-!” Fred sighed, as he was quick to start lathering a strange substance on your hands. It felt rather strange. As if he was lathering your open wounds with pudding. You expected it to hurt, but it was rather nice. Very cooling to your burning wounds. It would soon seem to harden on your fingers and palms. As if stopping you from bleeding, and absorbing the blood. Forcing it to stay inside. If you weren’t so dizzy, you would praise them for being so smart.

“Bumble Bee….What happened?” Fred asked, as George was busy with someone. Quick to get some water from one of the prefects, and try and nurse it into your body. George was gentle, and you needed it. You choked on it, but he knew you had to drink some. You lost alot of blood, and you had to stay hydrated. He would keep your head against his chest, as you managed to get some down. Enough to satisfy him, and calm his nerves. You could feel how sweaty his hands were, with worry, as he stroked your hair. With a few minutes to breath, you spoke.

“She brought me to her office. Asked me who had broken in it last night. I said I didn’t know. She didn’t like that, but I didn’t give up.” You smiled, as the twins were staring in horror. They broke into her office, last night. They swore they didn’t leave behind a trace. They had to break in. She confiscated Ginny’s bracelet. Said she fiddled with it too much. It was made just for her, by Bill. Ever since the incident in the chamber of secrets, she was more susceptible to dark magic. So, a Curse breaker made her something to help. Umbridge was actively putting her in danger. How could they not protect their little sister?

“It was a trap…..She did that on purpose-“ Fred realized, as it made sense. Of course they would break in to get it back. That horrid woman. “Can’t believe she dragged you into this. I mean, I can, but you get the point I’m making here! We’re so sorry Honey Bee-“ George would soon echo, as he kissed your head. Feeling so guilty. You didn’t blame them, of course, but they sure didn’t stop feeling guilty.

“It’s ok. Im ok. Ginny needed it. Like I would ever rat you two out.” You tried to reassure them, but their minds were made up. They had to do something about Umbridge. This woman was going insane. The twins swore she wasn’t aware that you three were in a relationship of sorts. They were magical twins. Not fair to compare them to muggle ones. They shared a partner, no big deal. Communication makes the dream work. Seems like maybe you three communicated in the wrong hallway one to many times, and she put two and two together.

“We are going to fix this. We promise.” The twins spoke, as they comforted you. George with keeping your head to his chest, as Fred was between your legs. Hugging your stomach, and nuzzling into your thigh. Just needing to hold onto you. As if you would disintegrate into his hands then and there. You would have comforted him, but it didn’t seem like your hands wanted to exist at the moment.

“Looks like we can’t wait for that down payment any longer. Now or never.” George said, as Fred gave a defeated sigh. He was right. If they stayed at Hogwarts any longer, Merlin knows who else she will drag into their mess. George was right, it was now or never. Because never means they’ll be in Azkaban for murdering her at this point.

“Say, Bumble bee….Think you can handle living in a rundown hollowed building for a while?” Fred asked, as you tried to focus your eyes. You didn’t really understand half of what they were saying, but you knew this. Wherever they went, you would follow. “What makes it any different from a dungeon?” You tried to joke, and that seemed to solidify the deal. Look out world, the Weasley Twins were about to show off their latest invention.

The WhizBang

[creedslove]

OMG BESTIE YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT.

i had this dream where me, Joel and Ellie were in Jackson and him and I were together after years of surviving and then (I still don't know how) I switched to the no-outbreak time where Sarah is alive and Joel is in his 40's. We didn't knew each other and I accidently bumped into him while walking with my daughter Ellie (at that point I'm in tears) and we look at each other and I have this deja vu and he seems to have it too! We don't say anything, just smile at each other and then I wake up. (I hope it makes sense 😭)

I wish Joel was real. (especially with his silver hair and southern accent that makes my knees buckle)

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie you got me screaming and crying and throwing up honestly! This dream is amazing and it sort of reminds me of X-Men Days of Future Past in which Wolverine needs to go back in time to save the mutants and prevent the extinction of mutants and humans! I like this idea so I turned into a headcanon adapting to the no mutation tlou reality hehehehe

• Joel thought the dreams he was having were beyond explanation at how weird they really were; every single night he would wake up in cold sweat, panting and wondering what the hell was going on with him

• his dream was always the same: he would dream about a world that had ended and for some reason he had survived, where monstrous creatures that seemed a mix of humans and some kind of fungus had wiped most of civilization and the world as he knew; in the dream Joel was a low life, a depressed, lonely and hard guy who had lost the will of living right after his daughter got killed and that was enough for Joel to snap wake and immediately tiptoe to her bedroom, just to watch her sleep and make sure she was alright and her bedroom was still pink and full of butterflies and not some ruin of what things used to be

• it puzzled Joel, because he had no idea where that was coming from; he wasn't one to watch zombie or horror stuff, reading books was definitely not his cup of tea and he seriously couldn't understand why kids like Sarah obsessed over watching TikToks, so he thought he didn't actually have the creativity for that

• maybe he'd eaten one of Tommy's suspicious brownies by accident?! It could be a possibility, but his brother was extra careful with these since Sarah was around

• still, it didn't matter the reason why Joel had those disturbing dreams, but the frequency they were happening, and not only that: he very often saw people he knew from his everyday life in the dream as well

• such as his former girlfriend Tess, his brother Tommy and his girl Maria, he recalls seeing those two kids who lived down the street from him... Henry and Sam, he recognized them from Sarah's school, the older brother making ends meet and always having to attend parent - teacher conferences and the little one being the gifted student his daughter told him about

• even that nut job from the other block, Kathleen showed up every once in a while, Bill and Frank, and several other friends and acquaintances Joel had met through his life and the city

• but from all the crazy shit his, what baffled him the most was that you and your daughter Ellie featured in his dream as well; he knew Ellie was a firecracker from all the school meetings he'd attended, which honestly amused him. He thought she was pretty strong and smart and it always made him chuckle when she put a boy back into his place

• but it was so confusing to him that he almost had a fatherly bond with her, at the same time he had a relationship with you. Joel had always found you attractive and he very often kept in the back of his mind his desire of asking you out, but he never went through it, and yet, in his apocalyptic dreams you were going strong, it was just odd

• Joel kept thinking of those dreams for a few days, he even considered seeing a shrink after Sarah told him he should do it, but being a stubborn Miller the way he was, he just shrugged it off and eventually, his sleep went back to normal and he got too caught up with work to pay attention to things like that

• it was only one weekend where he was taking a walk around the neighborhood with Sarah, he ended up running into you, smiling and waving gently, he felt his heart skip a beat, thinking of your apocalyptic romance and thinking of how crazy it would be to miss something he never really had

• when you saw your neighbor Joel waving and smiling from across the street, you immediately reciprocate, he was handsome and you would be lying if you said you didn't have the slightest crush on him, but he would think you were crazy if he ever found out you had the craziest dream about him, in which you both had to survive in an apocalyptic world while being a couple 🥴

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[pilferingapples]

LM 1.5.6

The old man was caught in the wheels. The fall had been so unlucky that the whole weight of the vehicle rested on his breast. The cart was quite heavily laden. Father Fauchelevent was rattling in the throat in the most lamentable manner. They had tried, but in vain, to drag him out. An unmethodical effort, aid awkwardly given, a wrong shake, might kill him. It was impossible to disengage him otherwise than by lifting the vehicle off of him. Javert, who had come up at the moment of the accident, had sent for a jack-screw.

I've seen a lot of versions of this, but I've never seen one that made it clear to me why people couldn't do something--start lightening the load, shove some planks under the cart and try to lever it, etc. like, the ground is super muddy, there's gotta be things that could be used as levers? Half the town seems to be around here, maybe no ONE person could safely move it (except The Mysterious Mayor) but all of them together? There's no options? It seems unlikely!

And it seems even less likely once Valjean starts doing his Jean the Jack thing and :

They rushed forwards. The devotion of a single man had given force and courage to all. The cart was raised by twenty arms. Old Fauchelevent was saved.

There is some power here! But for some reason everyone's utterly forgotten that fact until Valjean reminds them.

And thinking about it, I blame Javert.

Not Javert personally in this case, or not just Javert Personally, but the general fact of him having assumed the role of Authority in this situation, and then...basically going into Passive Doom mode. He sends for the jack, knowing it will be too late, and then proceeds to not only do Nothing, but dump hopelessness all over the very idea of doing anything. Javert has a certain passivity to him; when he's done what he thinks he Should, he sorta Quits , and also discourages others from acting. He's like all the stopped carts; he acts to block the road. And because he's An Authority, albeit a pretty petty one in this setting, people who accept his guidance join in that sort of passive roadblock mode. They're all The Cart.

...and here's the Spoiler part that makes me put this under a cut : this reminds me of Javert and Valjean taking Marius home after the barricades, and Javert insisting that Marius is dead. There's a lot of ways to interpret that insistence, but I think one of them is this here: Javert, as we've been told already, defaults to damning people. He sees the worst possible outcome and just rolls with it, in the weirdest ways. Even in his one semi-heroic moment in the Gorbeau house, he doesn't actually act to save Fauchelevent from harm,. but to punish the criminals in the middle of a crime he could easily have stopped from happening at all.

Which I guess is all just a roundabout way of saying: Cops don't help, they never HELP, they're punishment and not Preventive Care, and Javert's really absorbed that. And then he passes that on to others.

--also Fauchelevent is possibly my favorite old guy in the book. Lookit him, all nearly dying and still telling the only guy who's even trying to help him to save himself instead. What a solid dude ;__;

[tower-girl-anon]

Pick A Card: Past Life Edition

Hello!! I came back with another pick a card reading involving, this time, past life themes. This reading will be a general one in which I’ll describe the general life, lessons (learned and unlearned) and obstacles they had to face so take what resonates and, please, enjoy.

Now, take a few breaths to calm down, close your eyes if you need it, and then choose the option that captures your attention.

Pile 1.

(Native American, 8 of Diamonds or The Key in Lenormand, Carrot, Virgo, September, Knight of Pentacles in reverse, 4 of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, 10 of Swords, 2 of Cups).

Welcome pile 1 to your reading!! In your past life, you were a native American man who were born under in the month of September or under Virgo season. Now, being a native American doesn’t mean that you had to be necessarily from the United States territory, you could have even lived in Tierra del Fuego or in the Caribbean, but it still can be a possibility. I see with these cards that you lived surrounded by mountains or valleys, far away from the sea in general, and lived from what the earth naturally offered.

Now, I see different scenarios here so take what resonates. The first one is that your secure life at the tribe was boring for you, it seemed as if there was nothing exciting or new inside the world of the tribe. You wanted to see new things, to seek some action, to explore things beyond what your current life offered, to gain success. It is very clear that you had a lot of confidence in that lifetime but, one day, you took the chance by either escaping or going to war, passing away at a young age due to either an accident you had while going away or by the war. You left behind a lover or some connections who truly loved you. Either way, for some, in that lifetime you learned how to take a chance despite the possible dangers out there that could hurt you or even kill you. For others, you learned how many of those naïve ambitions for greatness and seeking things outside can destroy us in the end or block us from seeing what we already have. This is the lesson you didn’t achieve in that past life. Despite having a loving family or a loving partner who loved you deeply, you didn’t think about them when you left. You thought only on what you didn’t have or what you still had to achieve that there was no acknowledge of how much they meant for you until you lost them because of your death.

The other scenario I see is basically the same as the last one but with the difference that, instead of being born in a tribe, you were an explorer who travelled to America in died trying to achieve success there. The 1500s or 1600s are strong numbers for this pile.

Another scenario I see is that, just like the first option, you were a native American that was a slave and lived to served a richer family in which you worked in the farm. I don’t know why I thought of Brazil and those plantations of sugar or tabaco but, if you feel a strong connection to that place, this could be the reason. You were unhappy with the conditions you lived in and tried, eventually, to escape from the place that kept you captive, no matter if you left behind friends or family, but you were discovered and killed while trying to do so. The lessons for this group are the same. You learned to follow your call, your ambition, and to break those chains but, in the process, you didn’t think fully on the people left that depended on you to survive, especially if you were a married man with a family.

This is all I have for you pile 1, I hope it resonated.

Pile 2

(Celtic, Queen of Spades or The Bouquet in Lenormand, Hand, July, Sun, Knight of Swords, 4 of Swords, The Hermit, Queen of Cups, 5 of Swords)

Welcome to your reading pile 2!! Let’s dive into your past life reading.

Ok, this pile speaks to me as a highly feminine and spiritual one that may have had many past lives on earth, other dimensions, or it’s just an old soul in general. Why? Because the past life that came to me comes from very ancient times. It comes from the Celtic times so, if you feel connected to ancient cultures such as this one, then this is a confirmation that your soul lived through those times and in those cultures.

In that past life, you were a woman born in July or under the sign of Cancer who lived a peaceful life surrounded by nature and your loved ones. You were an emphatic person, a caring person, always with the energy and compassion to offer a helping hand to those who needed you. A healer, shaman, medium, these are one of the few words that are coming strongly for this pile. Maybe you learned, or your family in that life helped you, to use natural herbs or flowers to heal other people, to connect with ancestor so you could share messages from them to your close ones.

Anyway, from very early on, you displayed an astonishing interest in nature and the things that lived under the same sun as you. You were interested in getting to know de hidden side of things, to discover the potential use of the things that surrounded you, and to connect with energies beyond the physical real, that’s why, with time, you were considered one of the wisest members of your family. People kept coming to you for advice and, since you had a very big heart, you never said no to anyone. Maye in this lifetime people still come to you for advice even if you are young or others consider you inexperienced. Well, perhaps your actual body doesn’t seem to have enough experience but your soul have, so the wisdom you showed came from many lifetimes of experience.

Connecting with spirits, plants, and animals could have been some abilities you developed in that past life along with the knowledge of how to use some plants as a medicine so, if one of those resonates with you, then take it as a confirmation.

In that past life, you learned how to connect with your feminine side, with the intuitive, creative, and loving side of creation. Of mother Earth. Wow!! Seriously, this pile is a very powerful one with the level of evolution that it can be seen. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you incarnated in this time on Earth to increase her vibration and help those souls who are struggling so they can evolve as well. Now, the only unresolved lessons I can see here is that some of you feel conflicted each time you are not able to provide help for someone, due to circumstances or lack of knowledge, and you must learn that it is OK to say NO. If you can’t help somebody due to whatever reason, then don’t feel bad about it. We are humans. It is impossible to help all the people in the world. Besides, there is some lessons that people need to learn on his own.

That is all I have for you, pile 2. I hope it resonated and see you soon in another pick a card.

Pile 3

(Arts, Queen of Diamonds or Crossroads in Lenormand, Rolling Pin, November, January, 2 of Wands, The High Priestess, Page of Wands, The Hanged Man, 3 of Wands)

Welcome, pile 3, to your reading!!

In a past life, you were someone who was really interested in the arts, being that either painting, dancing or singing. Either that or you had a talent of some sort that you wanted to explore or share in relation to the arts. Sex here doesn’t look clear in this spread as it happened with the other piles, but that doesn’t matter in this case. The most important thing here is the rest of the story.

Anyway, you could have been a very pragmatic, realistic or private person with the January and November cards (those are months in which Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, and Aquarius lies on) but also a very unique and fiery personality who wanted to pursue his/her interest. You wanted to build something from your passion, to be happy and successful by doing what you liked, but it seems like you had to face many crossroads in your life to make a jump like that. And part of that crossroads may had come from the inner fears that you carried inside. This is especially true if you were a Capricorn because these individuals, when they are not developed properly, tend to be extremely realistic, pessimistic, can have a perfectionist tendency, so, at the end of the day, they tend to sabotage themselves more rather than help.

Now, having a realistic approach and planning your steps is a good quality to have too, especially if those areas have little source of income in comparison to other careers, and I won’t ignore the fact that life sometimes presents some obstacles of different categories that will turn our attention somewhere, but waiting too long for the perfect opportunity or scenario will soon turn into an excuse that hides the real motive of these delays: fears. Fears of not being good enough. Fears of failing. These fears kept you away of pursuing your dream so, during the rest of your life, you lived trying to imagine what your life would be like if only you had followed your passion. What could have been like. Amazing or a nightmare. A success or a failure. Every option came by your eyes each time the imagination of the what if’s returned.

In that life, you learned how to look things through different perspectives. You learned to be cautious, to make plans and don’t rush into things, to keep a suspicious approach before deciding anything and to think things through when an offered appeared in your life. That’s ok. But if you let those guarded feelings prevent you to take steps on any direction then it will backfire and increase those fears so, the general lessons of pile 3 requires, while making plans to make your ambitions a reality, to take steps forward. You must work along with the Universe in order to make your manifestations a reality. For example, if you want to become an author, first you must write a story. Then, send it to an editorial or sharing some samples with others so the book can be read by others. Writing a story and then doing nothing as if you are expecting to be published next day will not work. I’m sorry if this sounded kind of harsh but it is just an example to make clear where I’m going when I talk about taking steps.

That’s all I have for you pile 3. I hope it resonated and see you soon in another pick a card pile.

[legendofzoodles]

Zelda deserved to become a Dragon tbh

No scientist worth their salt pushes forward ignoring the glaring gaps in a picture. She and the rest of Hyrule made that mistake once: practically handing the Divine Beasts and Guardians on a silver platter for the Calamity to turn against them.

She suffered for a hundred years because of that blunder, it should have made her cautions, patient, wise when approaching the unknown...instead she did the same shit again! It’s pretty on Zelda that what happened to her, happened.

Here’s why:

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When she was in the catacombs with Link she acted like a giddy tourist, taking pictures of the murals like novell snapshots of history, and not the attentive scholar she claims to be. It’s fine to get excited about what you’re passionate about, we all do that, but a professional wouldn’t let it cloud their judgement. Bearing in mind she was down there originally to solve the mystery of the gloom; people were literally immobilised sick on their beds on the surface while she was geeking out over Zonai statues.

More of a critique of the prologue but if that’s not tonal dissonance, idk what is.

Anyway, those murals were an obvious warning, clear cut context for what awaits in the next chamber, like, “hey, there’s some gnarly shit in the next room. Here’s what went down prior...make sure you’re prepared. Maybe bring an army, it could get wild.”

If Zelda was able to immediately connect them to the imprisoning war of her studies without trouble then she should have starting thinking about why there was even a mystery surrounding it. How did it end? Why was it forgotten? Part of the mural- arguably the most vital- was blocked off. Why not leave and come back with a team to carefully excavate?

It sounds overly meticulous, but this is the level of thoroughness I’d expect from an academic coming across something she knows so little about and is clearly dangerous.

I do kind of get why she wanted to rush forward; while the gloom in small hazy clouds couldn’t affect them immediately, prolonged exposure could make them sick and halt progress...but like, there was nothing stopping them from just turning back and going about this slowly. If anything, the creepy murals and sight of a whole mummy being held down by a ghost hand was screaming at them to turn back, think, regroup, and come back with a careful plan with backups and failsafes to make sure nothing happens to the Princess. 

This doesn’t ruin some kind of plan. Zelda wasn’t sent to the past for a reason. It wasn’t part of some grand plan concocted by Rauru. He had no idea why she was there, neither did Sonia, neither did the genius Mineru. She accidently sent herself there because she was falling to her death and understandably distressed when Link failed to reach her.

Remember, the stones don’t grant new power or have any kind of senscience. They just amplify existing power. When Zelda fell, she unconsciously used the power of the stone to teleport to safety. Because she had been thinking about the imprisoning war and that period in the past, that’s where sent herself, and the stone magnified her time/light power to make her travel that huge distance in the timeline.

...so, as long as there’s an outcome where Zelda isn’t put in a life threatening position making her yeet herself into the past, there’s no dragonification (reminder she contributes very little, if anything at all in the past. Only becoming a dragon to restore the master sword and get her back to her own timeline in the slowest way possible). 

Even if it all goes to hell and Link is still arm snatched, so long as Zelda makes it out fine she and Purah can take what they’ve discovered and learn from it. While experimenting with the stone Zelda could then unlock her time/light powers and, with a lot of practice, amplify them using the stone to restore the Master Sword (maybe she only sends the master sword in the past to her ancestors Rauru and Sonia, to then be recharged and collected brand spanking new in their time) and be there in the fight against Ganon. All while helping her kingdom get through the Upheaval as a pillar or order and stability.

...speaking of dragonification, as it happened in game, she really didn’t need to do that. Honestly. Sure, that’s what Mineru suggested, but it’s not what Sonia, her pseudo-mother figure, suggested. Sonia said wisdom takes time, that if Zelda practices, she will be able to control her powers. I’m fairly sure the battle was over when Zelda turned herself into a dragon, Ganondorf was contained by Rauru, she had time. 

TL;DR: Zelda getting herself stuck in the past and going with the nuclear sky-wyrmification option was her own fault. Had she just been a competent researcher, she wouldn’t have put Link and herself in the dangerous position that led to the game’s events.

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Thanks for reading! I like this game, but the story and Zelda’s characterisation are fundamentally broken.

Btw Link clearly didn’t learn anything from the Calamity either; he didn’t try stop her. But when you’re seen as nothing but a bodyguard I can see why he just assumed she knew what she was doing...even when the darn Master Sword was flashing a warning.

Masterlist

Short Story: Blunt Crown (Wild and Flora)

Headcanons: Flora is Feral, Parkour team  

[rigatoniiiiiiii]

I posted this before but tumblr was being weird so I had to delete and then repost ^^’

So im curious about what R, Y, B, and G could have seen in the black hole during episode 30.

what do we know about the void?

- we know it’s mostly empty, except for the individual and a place/symbol of emotional importance to the person.

A good example of this is mango’s void, where it’s only him and an empty house, a place where mango spent most of his time planning vengeace and festering in rage and grief.

- usually the subject of the void has to deal with some sort of regret or inner struggle. For mango, it was his empty lonely house, with only himself and the angry violent pictures scribbled on the wall.

For purple, it was a completely dark and empty space, with the only light highlighting them and the petals falling around them. A reminder that they are completely alone, no father around and a dead mother.

- each of these voids/spaces are likely places where their deepest and most hurtful thoughts manifest their surroundings. And it’s hard to break through to these spaces, but it can be done, as mango demonstrated.

So, given what we know, what would RGBY’s voids be like? They were also in the void for a brief period of time before second was able to save the day, so what would they have seen?

Of course it’s all hypothetical, but I think it presents an interesting way to try and visualize and analyze each of the CG’s flaws and insecurities, and how they might find hope in response to that.

Reblog/share your theories!! I think this is very interesting. I’ll put my personal ideas under the cut, but go wild :)

Red: I think Red’s void would be about their character flaw of rushing into situations without thinking/letting others know about mews plan, and how their friende get hurt as a result of that. It could also be about how Red’s feelings have been continually dismissed by the CG (but specifically Second) and how Red feels because of that.

Blue: xer space would involve guilt over indirectly causing harm to his friends. Between the many accidents with potions, the nether incedents, the witch event, and starting off the S3 arc, he probably feels like xes done a lot of damage. Maybe he is afraid that they will get hurt/reject xem because of this.

Yellow: in past episodes, yellow’s power in situations has come from knowledge. For example, theres the entire arcade game episode, the lucky block episode, redstone, learning to fight with a command block. Yellow always wants to learn more, and the result of that curiosity and intelligence is the ability to help/give to yellows friends. So it would stand to reason that yellow would be very insecure and helpless in a situation where yellow couldn’t learn anything. There is no knowledge to be gained, no secret code or strategy to find a way out. But yellow can see the CG being hurt, and yet yellow is powerless and can’t help them. I imagine yellow would feel absolutely helpless.

Green: im.. honestly not too sure about green? It feels like there’s a lot to work with, and not enough to work with. I dont feel i have a good enough grasp on his character/insecurities. Some possible ideas i had were the amount of times green has died, or greens flaw of being a bit too show-offy. Green is definetly one I would like to hear everyone’s thoughts about!

And i know second didn’t get voided, so its even more hypothetical, but i think if second DID fall into the black hole, their space would either be about their powers (which would be confusing and distressing for him), about all their friends dying again like in the showdown and second being powerless to stop it, or maybe even himself being the reason its friends are hurt. However I also think second would be the first to break out of its void, and the first to get to their friends and bring them together, and tell them how much he cares for them, no matter what the void showed.

Anyways yeah thank you for reading!! Just some thoughts I had :) im curious to hear everyone’s theories!

Tagging @lunafandoms !

[mg-sytem]

hey, we are a udd system with mixed origins including endogenic, where do we fall here? you say this is safe for us because we have udd, but then tell us to dni because we are endogenic-mixed origin system, think really really hard about that for a minute and make it make sence

Hi there, sorry I didn't see this sooner. We often go about a week between being on Tumblr.

We simply have the stance that endogenic or any other form of origin outside of trauma isn't possible.

Now, I want to clarify that we don't mean that in the sense of "every alter is exclusively formed from trauma" because that isn't true. Not developing into a single cohesive identity is a result of trauma, but after that point, alters can split or fuse for many many reasons. Could it be from new trauma? Yeah. But it can happen from stress, new situations no current alters can handle or deal with, big life events or change (even good big things can have an impact on one's mental health).

I don't know if what I said above is relevant to you, but I have seen people who are Endo (or something under that umbrella) claim they're not fully traumagenic because not every alter is formed as a result of trauma, and I also said it because I don't want anyone to think that we believe that.

Our blog is not a hate blog, we don't often engage in discourse, we do not go out of our way to attack anyone or insult, or try and tell them things that's not our place to do and is very inappropriate (like when people go onto Endo blogs and insist they must have trauma, that's not appropriate when there's a chance someone could have trauma memories blocked out)

And we NEVER knowingly engage with blogs in which we are a part of their DNI in any capacity. It's only ever happened on accident.

So I just ask you in the most kind way possible to just move on. Our DNI is built how it is for a reason, even outside of our general beliefs. We are not in the situation or the headspace to have anyone try and change our minds. We believe in the science and as it stands, trauma is the only reason for this... But I guess I should add another "however" here.

We do believe that there are other factors that can likely contribute to a system being formed. This is not the same as having another origin. There are certain things that can influence the way people process traumas. I believe being neurodiverse or having mental health issues from a young age can influence this, and I vaguely remember this being "kinda" studied but it hasn't been studied enough. If a child struggles with emotional regulation and forming healthy attachments as a result of being ND, I can see traumas having even more of an internalized impact. I believe in the possibility that someone who's, for lack of better word "delayed" in brain development could potentially develop did/osdd/etc. At a slightly later age than what's typical.

I hope this helps. Sorry that it's a long response. I know that there's lots of blogs that welcome you, and I hope you're able to find the best ones for you.

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

Question asking! How would you depict Morph in the X-Men Evolution cartoon? And if you could redo Pyro’s depiction in it, what would you change?

Ooooh, boy, I actually had a vague fanfic type idea awhile back about putting a version of Morph in Evolution. Basically? I'd put him on the Deadly Genesis team.

So, the first team of mutants that Xavier ever recruits is a group of teenagers - Vulcan (I think in this case Xavier does NOT know that he's Scott's brother), Darwin, Petra, Sway, and Changeling. (I'm gonna go with Changeling here rather than Morph.) After a few early missions, he sends them to investigate a mysterious island (Krakoa, of course) that appeared in the Pacific Ocean, while he stays onboard the Blackbird monitoring them. The mission is a disaster. Krakoa lashes out with an enormous blast of energy that appears to kill Vulcan, Darwin, Petra and Sway, as their life readings disappear, and Xavier feels their pain and fear. Changeling, who had shapeshifted wings and was flying above the island to scout it out, is spared the brunt of the blast and is knocked into the ocean, badly injured and apparently the only survivor. Xavier rescues him, and Krakoa sinks back below the waves.

Xavier returns to the mansion with his only surviving student, and nurses him back to health. I want to emphasize, Xavier is absolutely devastated and fucked up over what happened. I think Evo Xavier is kind of a bastard, but like all Xaviers I think he has good intentions. As far as he knows, his X-Men were a complete failure, he failed them, and he led four teenagers to their deaths. When Changeling wakes up, and is determined to go back to the Pacific to search for his missing teammates, even growing wings and physically flying there if necessary, Xavier makes a decision. He has no hope of starting another X-Men team, and he decides that the best possible thing he can do for mutant Kevin Sydney is to protect him - by erasing his memory of the team, and of ever being a mutant. I think Changeling in this universe generally uses a human form similar to Morph's human form in TAS/X-Men 97 as a default, and if the featureless white clay form is his "real" self, he hasn't found it yet. Xavier locks Kevin in human form, suppresses his X-Gene, and sends him back to his parents believing that he was in a terrible car accident at "summer camp," and leaves him to lead a normal life as a "human."

Xavier then spends a few years deeply depressed and not doing much.....until he hears reports of the weather-controlling mutant in Africa. Storm is enough for Xavier to start considering an X-Men team again, and believe that there might be some hope. He tells no one about the original team, it is his deepest shame. In the meantime, Kevin has become a relatively successful actor - not a superstar, but doing pretty well for himself. He's been in a few movies, and by the time Evolution starts, he's starring in a CW sexy vampire drama similar to The Vampire Diaries. For self-indulgent reasons, I'm gonna say that it's a Dark Shadows revival that is actually really good. (Kitty absolutely loves the show, and loves Kevin's character. Rogue is probably into it too, but won't admit it.) Xavier never contacts Kevin or removes the blocks on his memories/powers, convincing himself that it's for the best, Kevin is obviously happy and successful and there's no need to throw his life into chaos. But also, because re-recruiting Changeling would mean telling everyone about the first team - his greatest failure and deepest shame.

Then, at some point after the end of Evolution, Krakoa re-emerges in the Atlantic. I'd say at this point, it's about 10 years after the Deadly Genesis team, so Kevin is in his twenties - not super old, but an adult compared to the Evo teens. Seeing news reports about the island knocks something loose in Kevin's mind, and he starts dreaming about Krakoa, and seeing occasional hallucinations of his old teammates (the kind of quick "blink and you'll miss it" thing where the ghost appears briefly in a mirror or in a crowd that horror movies do before the scares start ramping up.) Maybe he even starts to involuntarily shapeshift while asleep, but assumes that it's part of a dream. Xavier absolutely forbids the team to go anywhere near the mysterious new island, but won't say why.

Meanwhile, someone emerges from the island - it's Vulcan, who went into a deep coma while basically trapped at the center of Krakoa. Vulcan doesn't know exactly what happened or how he survived, but he is pissed. While flying towards Xavier's, he sees a billboard for Awesome Dark Shadows Revival That I Wish Existed, with what appears to be an older version of his teammate Changeling. Taking a quick detour, Vulcan tracks down Kevin and demands to know what happened. Kevin doesn't know what Vulcan is talking about, but realizes that he does recognize him from....somewhere. And at some point while Vulcan is somewhat violently confronting him, Kevin shapeshifts as an instinctive defense, and realizes that this isn't a dream, he is actually changing forms, and is probably a mutant, and there is something very wrong with his memories. Vulcan realizes that Changeling doesn't know what the fuck is going on, and assumes that Xavier must be to blame for this as well (he's right!) and drags Kevin off to confront the Professor.

Once they land at the mansion, a fight naturally breaks out. Vulcan wants Xavier and is willing smack down anyone that gets in his way. Kevin continues to not know what the fuck is going on, but I think he winds up on Team Protect Xavier, because he doesn't want to kill anyone, he just wants some answers. Everyone mistakes him for Mystique at first, and he gets knocked around a bit. I'm imagining Kitty, when she realizes that he is not only NOT Mystique, he is actually Kevin Sydney from All-New All-Different Dark Shadows, she is absolutely appalled that she kicked her favorite actor in the face.

After Vulcan smacks everyone around for a bit, and it seems like he is about to kill Xavier, he suddenly freezes and collapses, and another figure emerges. It's Darwin, who had merged with Vulcan all those years ago in order to allow them both to survive. They both went dormant within Krakoa, but Darwin woke up along with Vulcan when the island returned to the surface. Darwin has been fighting this whole time to stop Vulcan's violent rampage, and finally managed to put him down (for the moment).

Xavier finally explains everything. Everyone is angry. But also, they decide to go back to Krakoa for reasons I haven't decided yet - maybe they are worried about human researchers who are approaching the island, maybe Vulcan wakes up and flies out there, and the team wants to stop him before he starts wrecking shit again. The entire team, including Changeling (with the blocks on his memories and powers now fully removed) and Darwin. I think on the island there will be another fight with Vulcan and maybe with Krakoa itself, but it will stop when the team makes another discovery - it's Petra and Sway. Still alive, because fuck it, they deserve better and in my version of Deadly Genesis they get to live. They are trapped inside a time bubble that Sway instinctively created with her powers the moment the blast hit, and have been basically frozen in stasis this entire time (which is why Xavier couldn't read their life signs.) Xavier has to reach out telepathically to "wake up" Sway and cause her to drop the bubble, freeing both. For Petra and Sway, no time at all has passed, they haven't aged, they don't remember anything about their time in stasis. At this point, seeing all his old teammates still alive, I think Vulcan drops the vendetta (at least temporarily) and flies off into space, still very pissed. How does the team deal with Krakoa itself? I dunno, Xavier puts it to sleep or something.

I'm not sure what happens to the X-Men team after this. They have to reckon with Xavier having done some awful things and kept massive secrets, but unlike comics Deadly Genesis, it turns out no one actually died. Storm and Wolverine would demand to know ALL of Xavier's secrets and threaten to leave if he holds anything back. The kids are probably divided, but lose some respect for him. I think at least one person out of the Petra, Sway and Darwin trio will decide to stay at the mansion. Kevin does not stay - he doesn't want to hurt Xavier, but cannot forgive him for the memory blocks. Kevin also offers to use some of his actor money to help Petra, Sway and Darwin start new lives if they want (I think one of them might take him up on it), and tells the rest of the X-Men that they can call on him if there's a major emergency that requires a shapeshifter, because even if he hates Xavier he likes the rest of the team. The he runs back to Hollywood to stay on sexy CW Dark Shadows. I think he wrestles with whether or not to "come out" as a mutant, now that he knows, because a mutant celebrity might help the cause, but it could also destroy his career.

No Banshees were harmed in this version of Deadly Genesis.

As for the character in general, I think he'd have the same upbeat, kinda sassy personality as TAS/X-Men 97 Morph, but you wouldn't see as much in this story, since it's mostly Changeling getting dragged through the two worst days of his life and dealing with some very confusing memories. He's also not non-binary - at least not yet - but is kinda gender-nonconforming. I think he's probably questioned his own gender a bit, maybe he'd be nonbinary in the future after some soul-searching. I think Morph in TAS can also really hold onto a grudge, and I think Changeling would be the same about Xavier. Like, "I'm not going to attack or hurt you, but I do NOT want to talk to you, and you are NOT forgiven. Your student are cool, though."

As for Pyro - If given a chance, I'd make him a high school teen so he can be part of the Brotherhood the whole time, but I'm not sure how he would fit in, and what his dynamic would be with the rest of the group (or which X-Man would be his official "rival." Maybe he'd cockily keep trying to challenge Storm, just like in the comics.) I think he'd get along well with Boom-Boom during her Brotherhood time. He'd have a massive crush on Avalanche (that he's not very good at hiding) and get very jealous when Lance shows interest in Kitty. I'd like to see him actually have some opinions about mutants and politics rather than just "Hee hee, I like to burn things!" (Although that's fine, too.) His grandmother raised him in Australia, but when she suffered a major health crisis, she sent him to America to live with his deadbeat mother. His mother then kicks him out when he displays mutant powers. His grades are decent when he does the work, but he mostly excels in English and creative writing. He reads a lot, and has a laptop that he is constantly using to write. Mostly fanfic, for now. The best way to piss off St. John is to read his stories without his permission, and I imagine there are some Brotherhood keepaway games with his laptop. When not writing, he's usually playing with fire or looking for some kind of adrenaline rush.

Of course, I'd be satisfied if we just got to spend some time with Evo Acolyte Pyro after he joins the Brotherhood, or whatever their SHIELD team becomes. Just flesh him out more beyond "Laughs at violence, loves fire."

Edit - I just realized that my version of Deadly Genesis makes Vulcan like, several years older than Scott. Which makes no sense for his origins. Eh, don't worry about it. Maybe he got aged up prematurely in a Shiar breeding pod or something. Maybe he's actually Corsair's brother and therefore Scott's uncle. Whatevs.

[burnttoastsheenaniganz]

Paperwork

FW: smut, anal, desk sex, cheating, internalized homophobia (this is the 80’s after all), mentions of murder and divorce… this fanfic is not for the faint of heart.

Henry sat in his office feeling distraught. With everything going on, how could he not? Charlie was missing, and so were those 5 kids, resulting in dozens of lawsuits against Fazbear’s Entertainment. Another thing that came with Charlie gone… divorce. Henry’s wife wanted one… apparently, Charlie was the only thing keeping them together. Naturally, Henry was upset. This was too much for him to handle, and looking at the paperwork he needed to fill out just made his mind go blank… maybe William could help, he always had a knack for figuring things out, maybe he could help him finish this paperwork.

“William?” he shouts, not exactly expecting the brunette to still be here after hours, but he just wanted to put off this paperwork as long as possible. To his surprise, William rounds the corner into his office. “Hey Hen, what do you need?” The taller man asks while leaning against the doorframe, his work clothes accentuating every curve or muscle as he does so. Henry felt something stir within, but it was nothing, right? After all, he was straight, he married a woman for god's sake, both of them had!

“Just needed some help with the paperwork, every time I look at it my mind just goes blank” Henry admits, usually he was a bit more stubborn about this, but he really needed the help, and William was his best friend.

“Sure, let me see” William responds, leaning over Henry’s shoulder to read the paperwork, his chest lightly brushing against the smaller man’s back on accident for a moment, but he doesn't notice. What he did notice is that the paperwork should have been relatively easy for a man of Henry’s intellect. Ah, Henry was suffering from classic burnout.

“Hen, I think I know why it feels so hard to do the paperwork. You need to take a break, relax a bit” the brunette tried to convince the sandy-haired man. “But will, I have to get it done… I just have to focus…” Henry insisted, though he was finding it extremely hard to, especially now that William was here. That warm feeling was blocking his thoughts! William leans over to look him straight in the eye, his chest pressing into the other's back even more to achieve this. Henry finds himself blushing due to the close proximity, and that warm feeling starts to fill his stomach, starting to travel down somewhere else… But wait! He couldn't feel this way for his best friend! It was just wrong, plus both of them were straight, right?

“Henry, you’re burnt out like there’s no tomorrow, you need a break,” William says, his tone becoming more stern, unaware of Henry’s internal struggle. However, William does notice the pink hue the sandy-haired man’s face seems to be taking on.

“Henry… why are you blushing?” William asks, seemingly starting to catch on to what was happening. “Nothing! Nothing, n- no reason!” Henry stammers in protest a bit too quickly, the ache in his cock starting to grow. Henry starts to subconsciously rub his legs together to create friction, but it doesn't help at all.

“Really? Because I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be red like that if it were nothing…” William stated, leaning closer as he noticed the movement under the desk… that and the effect that he seemed to have on the other. He had an idea… he leans even closer to Henry, their faces inches apart now. “Don't think I didn't notice the way you’re acting because of me…” He whispers huskily, feeling his own cock twitch in anticipation.

“W-William, what are you-?” Henry starts to ask before the other cuts him off.

“Shhhh, just relax… you need a break Hen, so enjoy yourself~” William mumbled seductively into the smaller man's ear, his warm breath sending shivers down Henry’s spine. Henry lets out a gasp as he finds William’s hand massaging the hardness in his pants, sending sensations of pleasure coursing through his body. Henry can't help but let out a strangled moan as William palms him through his jeans.

“W-william… w-we shouldn't… c-cant-” Henry starts to protest, however, William stops him right in his tracks, he knew they both wanted this… badly.

“Stop old sport, we both want this, you know that, so let it happen, and you better fucking enjoy it” Now instead of palming Henry through his jeans, William’s hand found its way into Henry’s pants, taking the smaller one’s hardened cock into his hand and giving it a squeeze, eliciting a moan from the other. He takes the chair out from underneath Henry while holding onto his waist, then he clears the desk of the paperwork and lays Henry on top of it. William was usually very gentle with Henry, but if he got in the mood, he would not hold back… and by the looks of it, he was in the mood. The brunette’s skilled hands quickly undid the pants of the pair, letting them collectively pool at their feet.

“Just relax Hen, I'm not gonna hurt you~” William claims as he lines himself up with Henry’s entrance. He slowly pushes inside, breaching the tight rim of muscle that protected his anus. At first, it hurts, but Henry quickly adjusts to the intrusion, letting out a groan of pleasure as he feels the tip of Williams's penis brush against his prostate. Soon, the brunette’s hips start to move, slowly at first but then speeding up to an almost inhuman pace, repeatedly hitting the other’s prostate, filling the room with sounds of skin against skin and erotic moans.

“W-will… i-I’m getting c-close… fuck you're so big… hgn~” Henry moans as he feels the familiar sensation of reaching the edge, and soon he comes with a loud moan, his hole clenching around William’s cock, milking him dry as his orgasm follows, filling Henry to the brim.

“God, you’re good~” William pants as he holds himself up as to not crush the smaller man beneath him.

“W-we shouldn't have… y-you have a wife and kids… and I'm not divorced yet…” Henry replies in a worried tone.

“Shhh, don't worry about it, there's no undoing it, plus, Clara’s trying to file for divorce too. It's not like we cheated on people who actually gave a fuck.”

“But still-”

“Don't think on it Hen, don't you think on it for one minute” William mumbled sweetly into Henry’s ear, his British accent oddly calming. Henry nods hesitantly, and William pulls out of him with a wet pop.

“Lets clean up, then we can work on that paperwork you needed help with~”

The End

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing smut and I probably used some terms incorrectly, if i did just let me know. Hope ya’ll enjoyed!

[thdramas2]

please don't post off anon if it doesn't work. Hi I don't know if this blog is active but I need advice. I had an irl friendship that ended in a big blowup, friend group altering blow up that had ended in many people leaving said person(due to their behavior and being homophobic to me in a way that hurt most of our shared friends). We had shared friends online and I chose to kept the situation in real life (ie never told them about it) but one by one they unadded me on other places and I blocked them on th because I didn't want them seeing my account even though they never unfollowed me there. I've been silent because I have no real proof to a lot of the stuff since it happened irl but shit keeps happening, one of my friends even told me they think there's a character based off of my sonas created by said ex friend. You see I have no real issue with people viewing my account, I could care less if someone views my account not signed in if I have them blocked because they still can't see sensitive stuff. Recently though one of the peoples partners accidentally favorited an oc of mine(accident because they removed it but I still got the notif) and that has me more paranoid than I have been. Me and the partner had never interacted before, I knew of them but I didn't know their th until then and we have no shared interests. I have a small account anyways so I know they didn't find me through anything, I don't use tags really, don't own anything by any popular creators and the oc wasn't a recent one at the time. I do not want these people contacting me or having an avenue to contact me, I don't care if they see my public work but bypassing the block to see anything more sensitive makes me think they're looking for something for some reason. I can't go to these people and tell them to leave me alone without possibly getting harassed. I don't want to entirely lock down my account for several reasons and I feel like I shouldn't have to, I want to be able to exist and participate on toyhouse without this worry. I also worry this is a small glimpse into some big things they're doing in private, I know there was a server they were all in together. What do I do?

Hm, I'm unsure. I would say it'd be best to IP block the accounts along with that partners account. I would suggest turning on guest block as well if you don't want to go into full lockdown or at least put all your OCs onto log-in only.

[bittybeanie]

Could you write a fic about doing some skincare with Seri! I love doing a whole self care routine with a cute headband and soothing face mask, I think Seri deserves some pampering ❤️

yessss i love this idea!! i only have a very vague knowledge of skincare so this is more like a general spa night, but i definitely agree seri deserves some pampering- please enjoy!!

also on ao3!

When you hear his key in the door, you chuck the bags of tea you're holding haphazardly onto the kitchen counter and skid out into the living room, putting yourself between him and the pile of supplies you've gathered on the kotatsu.

"Hang on! Turn around, babe, I got- Turn!"

"Wh- oh, sorry!" He bristles and spins on his heel, awkwardly sticking his arm out behind him to set his keys down. He just barely makes the table, and you have to swoop in to catch them before they slide off.

"Here, sorry, go ahead and take your shoes off. Didn't mean to imply you couldn't move at all." You reach up to his shoulders to start sliding his coat down his arms, and you hang it on the rack beside you. "Just panicked a lil. Didn't wanna spoil the surprises for later."

"Why are there surprises again?" He pushes his shoes over with his foot and tries to turn to face you, but you press the back of your hand against his cheek.

"Ah, ah. Do I need a reason to spoil you?"

"Wh- uh. I guess not?"

"Good, because that's what we're doing tonight." With a gentle tug to his elbow, he steps backward up the stair dividing the entrance from the living room. You press a hand to the small of his back, and he holds a hand up to the side of his face to block his view of the table as you guide him down the hallway. "There's a bath all set for you, and I laid some stuff out on the bed for when you're done."

"Are you... is the bath...?" He pushes open the bathroom door, his gaze lingering on the washcloth sitting on the towel you left on the counter, folded into a heart.

"As lovely as that sounds," you press against his back again, and he takes a hesitant step inside, "I've got a few more things to gather. Besides, tonight's all about relaxing. It wouldn't do any good to get you all worked up, now would it?" You follow behind him to light the candle on the edge of the tub, tossing a wink over your shoulder at his reflection. "Take your time. Once you're cozy, meet me back out there, okay?"

"Ah, a-alright." He catches your wrist on your way out. Before you can ask if something is wrong, he's pressing his lips against yours, quick and chaste. "Okay. Now you can leave."

You laugh and lean up to press another kiss to his cheek before pulling the door closed behind you.

+

"I almost forgot I had this robe." He holds his arms out and spins at the waist, the ends of the robe swirling around his knees. "It's really comfortable."

"Well, you're about to get even comfier, big boy. Get over here." You pull your legs up onto the couch and pat the front of it, gesturing for him to sit in front of you on the floor.

"...Big boy?" Despite the confused look on his face, he shuffles over and takes a seat, stretching his legs under the kotatsu. "What is all this stuff, anyway?"

"We," your hands fall on his shoulders, and you lean down to whisper in his ear, "are going to have a spa night." You reach over him to grab the game remote, and you dangle it in front of his chest. "Your job is to water plants, and my job is to make you as relaxed as possible, using this assortment of items." He takes the controller, and your hand fans out toward the table. You reach to grab the hairbrush, using your grip on his shoulder to keep from falling forward as he starts up the game. “And probably a massage later.”

"I haven't gotten to play this in a while." He leans back into your touch as you card your fingers through his damp hair, gently detangling it.

"Exactly. I've missed watching you play it, too." His head bobs with the music, and your fingers catch in a knot. "Sorry."

"Oh, no, i-it's fine. It was an accident."

"Still, lemme know if it ends up hurting, okay?" You bend to kiss his cheek, and he leans into it.

"Sure." He nods, and the brush snags at the base of his neck on the first pass. He laughs awkwardly. "My bad."

"Gosh, Seri, it's like you want your hair yanked out." The sound of him watering a pumpkin covers his pointed silence. You give a stilted nod, more to yourself than anything, as you run the brush through his hair again. "It's getting kinda long again, too."

"Ah, yeah, sorry. I should cut it soon." He pulls up some weeds, running in little circles as he decides where to go next.

"Why? You don't like it?" You tilt your head, considering the way the little curls at the back of his neck come forward to frame his jaw. When you ruffle it to check for more tangles, a few strands in the middle fall forward and curl up on themselves. "I think it looks nice."

"...Oh." You give a few final passes through his hair with the brush, leaning over him again to grab the headband from the table. As you sit back up, you admire the light dusting of a blush across his nose. "Thank you."

"Of course, you know I thought you looked handsome with shorter hair, too, so don't let me sway you." You tuck the ends of the headband behind his ears and lay it flat across his forehead before pulling it back toward you. "But personally, I'm in favor of keeping it longer. If you want."

"I'll keep it in mind." He laughs, one of those low, breathy ones that makes your chest tighten, and wanders down the dirt path to the shop. The soft taps of the character’s steps mix with the sounds of your shuffling as you slide down the front of the couch, settling in next to him on the floor. You wait for the loading screen that happens when the shop door opens to lean across the table, pulling two mugs of tea, steam slowly rising from them, toward you.

“This one’s yours. It’s still pretty hot, but you’re about to have stuff on your face so you might wanna take a sip now anyway.” He reaches for the mug with a muttered thanks before what you’ve said finally catches up to him, and he pauses just before taking a sip.

“What?”

“We’re doing face masks!” You tap the pile of foil pouches, each one with a tiny animal face in the corner, and he breathes out a sigh. “Let’s see, there’s a tiger, a bear, a dog, a cat, and… a panda, I think?” You pick up the stack to shuffle through it. “Yeah, a panda.”

“I’ll take… the bear, I guess?” He takes another sip of his tea before setting the mug down. “No, wait. The… mm, the bear is fine.”

“Final answer?” He reaches for it, but you pull your hands in at the last second. He rolls his eyes and kisses your jaw, sliding the bear mask out of the stack while you’re distracted.

“Yes. Final answer.”

“Alright, okay. Don’t open it, though, we gotta do this first.” You reach for a small plastic container, unscrewing the top. “Pucker up, babe.”

He blinks at you a few times, then leans down to kiss you. You end up laughing against his lips, and you have to pull back to get the rest of your giggles out. When your head knocks against his shoulder, he laughs another one of those breathy laughs along with you, and you bury your face in his chest.

“Okay, I guess I should have been more specific.” You lean up to give him a proper kiss, still smiling into it. “I literally need you to pucker your lips.”

“Oh, s-sorry.” He looks off to the side, pressing a hand to the back of his neck. “I thought it was weird you asked like that, but…”

“S’fine. Not like I mind, obviously.” You swipe your thumb across the surface of the sugar scrub before reaching up to cup his jaw with your other fingers. “Actually, maybe just open your mouth a little.”

He lets his jaw relax, his hand dropping back down to his lap, and his blush creeps from the bridge of his nose out toward his cheeks. Your thumb moves back and forth over his bottom lip, and you can feel his breath fanning over your hand. The game’s music drifts over from the speakers, but it does nothing to distract you from the intensity of his stare. It’s the same intensity that gives him that trademark “murderous intent resting face” that always makes you laugh and have to snap him out of it at the office, but when that same intensity is focused on you it feels a bit… heavier.

 You clear your throat as you scrub across his top lip.

“Okay, n- ahem, now go like this.” You rub your lips together like you would after putting lipstick on, and he slowly repeats the motion. Your fingers drag lightly across his stubble as you pull your hand away, and his mouth falls open again. Your other thumb swipes away the excess sugar, and you scrub it across your own lips. “Alright, we can do the masks now.”

“Huh?” He blinks, gaze lingering on where your hand meets your mouth. “Oh, oh, right. Right, sorry.” He picks the mask up off his lap, eyes flicking up to meet yours before focusing on tearing it open. He delicately unfolds it, draping it over his hand before holding it up to look at the underside. “I have it upside down, don’t I?”

“Yeah. I got you.” You grab the edges of the mask and hold it up to his forehead, smoothing the sides down along his temples, then over his cheekbones, then across his cheeks and down his jaw. “Tada! You’re a bear now. How does it feel?” You hold a fist out between you like you’re holding a microphone.

He smiles and grabs your wrist to pull your hand in closer to his face, leaning down to meet you halfway. “Like I’ve got cold goo on my face, soft lips, and a partner that loves me.” He pauses and looks up to the side like he’s thinking. “So, pretty good overall.”

“We’ll have to verify that whole ‘soft lips’ thing later, sir. We’re a very reputable source. I’d hate to go around spreading misinformation.”

He lowers your hand into your lap and picks the controller back up. He turns toward the TV again, wandering over to buy something in the shop, but he glances at you from the edge of his vision, and a grin cracks across both your faces.

“Of course.”

[zombeebunnie]

This is actually a very good question that took me a lot of time to work on and think about so I could give the best and most transparent answer without spoiling anything and give the player(MC) an idea of the area they're in when it comes to the game.

From Noah's perspective, even though he deals with a lot of rainy weather he actually enjoys it because the sound of it really helps him sleep and he likes the smell of the rainy air. To an extent, he does have moments where he misses the sun/moon peeking through especially at night. He'll take some time out to enjoy it while he can if he has the energy to do so but the area he stays in tends to have a lot of fog and dense areas that block a lot out and if he notices this he just won't go outside.

His favorite season is spring! He's slightly more active around this time and enjoys what he can. One of the few things he loves about spring is the animals coming back through the swamp and the surrounding areas as he explores. They remember him and sometimes approach him so he just kind of goes along with it while giving the animals enough space. He'll be in such solitude that he may accidently fall asleep only to wake up hours later to the surrounding animals comforting him or sleeping next to him since they don't see him as a threat. This specific situation happens every now and then but if Noah is gone for too long inside the cabin, they will show up unannounced at his door wanting him to come outside, he eventually caves and spends some time with them until they leave. On top of that a lot of the floral begins to bloom and he'll spend a while just enjoying the scenery and taking it all in, even collecting some to bring back with him. The weather during this time is also not too hot and is cool enough for him to really enjoy it with there being enough days of rain to keep him at ease.

His second favorite or a close tie with spring would be fall! He can get a bit melancholy during this time with everything going away from the animals to the leaves, flowers, etc. What makes up for all of that though is the cooler weather and the colors the forest and swamp change to as it rains. He thinks it's beautiful to watch the leaves fall around especially as the light rays peek through when he looks out the window. When the fog isn't too bad and he has the energy to takes his strolls, he feels warm and comforted. This also gives him a chance to bring out more comfortable blankets and pillows for even better sleep. This is just a fun little addition but before the events of the game, he really loved receiving and buying fall scented gifts and items. Even if it's a thoughtful basket filled with cheap fall scented stuff (candles, soap, etc) he'd accept it with a big smile on his face and use up everything. :]

For winter he's really mixed on how to really feel about it, it's better than summer by a long shot for him but his own personal reasons keep him from really enjoying it. Winter has a bit of what he likes and doesn't like so it's almost like a gamble. It rarely snows where he's at and if it does, it's pretty inconsistent and doesn't last long so he won't be too interested in going outside. At most there will probably be lots of ice and freezing rain, the scenery would look very bleak and almost uncanny. It's not something he'd enjoy unless it's really foggy outside, he would prefer that type of view instead. He would just stay inside and wrap himself up in blankets and find something to do or sleep.

He really does not like the summer, if anything he actually hates it, he'll only tolerate it if it's raining, cloudy, or decently warm. When it's full hot blazing sun with no clouds or fog to keep things cooler, It makes the area humid and horrible so he chooses to stay indoors as much as he possibly can, even if it eventually rains.

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

Oop R has now unfollowed C on Instagram.

Also to that other anon who thinks C left R and he was probably cheating on her. Is it possible? Sure. But you gotta look at the full picture of why he is the one considering as leaving. Ryan has gone to leave her multiple times and has even stated multiple times over the years in various interviews online how their relationship was about to end and he was done only for her to end up pregnant thus pausing it. Then it happened again and she got pregnant again pausing it. And then the pandemic again paused it. Then we get to the last year. Ryan was the one who first started slowly removing her from his SM. She continued on as everything was fine while he erased her off it. Wouldn’t make much sense for her to continue pushing the were in love, look at my ring, couples goal that she did if she had left him. Then we get to the hello article. We won’t ever know the full story with that but in my opinion it was released before it was supposed to. But it was very clear by the tone of it, he called it. He ended it. And while neither ever officially commented on it, she very much went scorched earth after it and completely purged him immediately and blocked him. Now from there it becomes speculation because let’s be real we won’t ever find out the full story, but it’s obvious the article releasing made them lose control of whatever narrative they were trying for during the separation. The entire summer we just had to endure with them? That was them putting the effort in to regaining control over it. So now they could end it on their terms. It’s been very clear Ryan is and has been done with their relationship so, I’d speculate he agreed to “reconcile” for the summer so she’d have her “husband” for her bikini competition (which she dropped out of) the movie premiere, her 30th birthday, their paid trip (I’d hazard the deal was for the both of them with a heavy insinuating he be there because he does have the bigger fan base and would be more likely to drum up business after their reviews), her friends wedding, and then finally her song release. So all of that done the only thing left is the actual separation. Now taking into account her reaction to it the first time, and the kind of person she is, I’d say it’s pretty obvious while they regained control of their narrative she wouldn’t want to come off as the “spouse who got left” this time around. It would be better for her image going forward if she could play the I left him card (and let’s be real Ryan will be fine if he’s seen as the one who got left and we all know jt) so what happens? She deletes him off her posts and reels first this time. She follows a few divorce and coparent pages that especially paint her fellow co parent in a bad light and her as the perfect partner and victim. And then she unfollows him. And just like that she now gets to say she left him. He doesn’t care because again he’ll be fine and he’s finally free. Was his ss that outed him an accident? Idk. Part of me says yes but part of me says no. There have been rumors around him and that subject for years at this point so it wasn’t a big shock to a lot of people. More just like a confirmation. And now going forward he can be more free with it if he wants and it won’t be a big deal because oh hey everyone already saw that ss. But what that ss did also do, It gave her what she needed to fully lean into the “wife scorned and reasons to leave him” narrative I feel she insisted on this time around. She relied a lot on Ryan’s fans and with them separated that’s gone. They aren’t gonna stick around for her. So what does that leave her? Fan’s she manages to makes on her own, and falling back on her gun range fans, the more conservative fans, and the religious fans. And being able to play the I left my husband because he was toxic and not straight locks those three particular groups right into place where she needs them.

⬆️🎤💯👏👀

[toournextadventure]

Wait so just a few theories about the car accident that happened with Nicky, after going through your profile feed for a bit I saw you mention that Nicky’s a psychic sooooo (sorry I’m a little too curious and I know you can’t exactly confirm it but if I’m wrong you can deny it though right 👀?)

I was wondering if Nicky somehow had a vision of birb getting horribly injured and ending up in the position he’s in right now or worse maybe birb possibly dying in that car accident by herself and he either was worried sick about it and told her or maybe didn’t because he didn’t wanna speak it into existence it was supposed to be her inevitable fate but he took matters into his own hands nonetheless and protected her somehow taking her place

I’m still also trying to imagine how much a time gap there was between the vision and the car incident, apart of me thinks it was possibly only moments before it happened and he protected her during a split second decision cause there’s no way he’d let something like that happen to her if he could help it and that’s why birb feels as if it’s her fault he’s in the hospital.

Maybe there was no vision at all so I’m also wondering if there was maybe an argument between them going on and maybe birb said something hurtful enough to distract him or if it was because of another reckless driver and she didn’t have her seatbelt on but he was the kind of big brother to always scold her to put it on

Or maybe the reason birb is soooooo adamant about keeping her wings in a harness while also being extremely ashamed of them and being afraid of knocking things over/getting in someone’s way is because her wings somehow accidentally made them crash

Also I’m a new writer and I absolutely adore your writing, do you ever get writers block and if so do you have any tips for how you get out of it ? I posted a fic awhile ago and I still need to do a part two but I’m having trouble with how to start my story and continue its flow, the first part was easy but now I’m nervous for some reason.

I am in LOVE with your theories, they're so good and I love the different possibilities you have! I'll give y'all a tiny hint, I never specified what KIND of psychic Nicky is. Cause you have some like Wednesday who see visions, or like Eugene who influences The Bees, so it's a very wide range of possibilities

But I will say ONE of your theories is, like, 95% correct. Have fun guessing which one it is 👀

I do get writers block, I get it a lot, actually! Now, what I do does not always help, and it may not be the best advice so take it with a grain of salt. But whenever I get writer's block, I take a bit of time to do literally anything else. Get my mind off of it that way I can come back with fresh eyes. If that doesn't work, then I'll skip the part I've got a block about and write something else (this doesn't help often, only on occasion), or even a different story/topic/idea all together just to keep the brain workin. Or, a third option, try a different setting; if you usually write in your room, try the living room, or the kitchen, or an office (if you have one). Changing settings helps me a lot, personally