#only some of them get full names bc they're the only ones i remember and i'm too lazy to google

[stelmao]

doodled some kids from a normal after school club with no deaths and murders

[nexus-nebulae]

oh my god. that one "oc" we wrote who had DID that we came up with before our syscovery. that was not an oc. oh my god cody and blake why did you take five years to make yourselves known to us-

[dropoutconfessions]

I keep seeing things about how Dropout is failing transwomen and yes, absolutely, I fully agree we need more transwomen/transfemmes on the channel. And maybe I'm remembering wrong (I have not watched the full catelogue), but like...90% of the trans rep so far has been nonbinary people?? Ally Beardsley, Alex Song-Xia, Erika Ishii, Caroline Page, Vic Michaelis, et cetera.

We've had Persephone Valentine for transwomen but have we had any actual honest to god transmen anywhere?

And don't get me wrong! I love love love the enby rep. 100% here for it.

But every time I see something about how Dropout and the fandom are specifically failing transwomen and transwomen only, I want to beat my head into the wall. So, you're saying that enbies are just, what, girlies+? and get lumped into the same category as trans men because...? or just that they/transmen don't count at all bc they're ...what, exactly?

It's 1: hella confusing and annoying as a trans guy. Unless Ally Beardsley (who I absolutely love no matter what) comes out as a guy at some point, they are not my rep and won't ever be.

2: misses the point that over the past few years, as Dropout has grown, their representation has grown with it, and will (hopefully!) continue to grow. In the early years, all the trans community in Dropout had was Ally Beardsley. We owe them a lot for that tbh. It's not easy being the only different one in a sea of same.

Yeah, we need to keep the community accountable and try to keep the corporation accountable as well. 100% hands down, no disagreement here. Drag queens are great, but they're not representation for transwomen.

For the sake of all that is good in the world, can we stop acting like it's only transwomen not making it onto shows and that it's both transwomen AND transmen, and that Dropout has mostly been finding a "comfortable" middle ground with enbies?

Be upset about lack of representation, be vocal, call for change, push forward names of people we want to see, but please PLEASE don't start the whole oppression politics and who has the shorter end of the stick based on whatever gender people were assigned at birth. That shit is just gross.

yeah fair, not that many trans men specifically. personally, we need more TMA people on the channel. cause i am enby (demigirl), and i don't feel represented for shit.

dropout hasn't been finding a comfortable middle ground with enbies. dropout's been coasting with TME enbies specifically.

yeah dropout's representation has grown. it's grown with the amount of TMEs on the show. they're a company, not some independent webcomic artist, we're allowed to not be happy with amount of transfems on the show. they can go ahead and take their time and grow, but i'm still gonna dislike how slowly the inclusion of transfems has been.

yes, we need more trans men on the network, but like, we can agree there is a serious lack of transfems entirely yeah? idk, might just be me

[theneighborhoodwatch]

Do you have any initial thoughts on the update? I have so many crossing my mind.

[rubbing my hands deviously before remembering i should put this under the cut so people can avoid in-depth spoilers]

first - between this latest update and The Homewarming Incident, i'm beginning to notice A Pattern of home reacting very quickly when they either see an opportunity to have the spotlight on them, or if they think said spotlight is being taken away from them. consider for a moment how most of wally's dialogue this update was just him speaking on home's behalf. and i mean - the homewarming party was supposed to be for them. it's in the name, after all. they don't seem to have many qualms about sacrificing another neighbor's wellbeing for it, either. i wonder if they were even counting on the neighbors generally not having the Best emotional problem-solving skills to take care of the rest, or on neighbors like eddie or poppy being less likely to speak up if they went just a bit too far in getting them out of the way for a while. it has to be frustrating, being rooted to one spot and only being able to be part of a scene once other people happen to wander by. i imagine it'd be very easy to resort to doing anything to make that happen. i also imagine that you'd get very attached to the one person who always comes back at the end of the day, and that it's very important that it stays that way.... much to think about.

anyways. let's ALSO talk about the ending to the awayfrompryingeyes version of the video! the little bit of the storyteller's conversation that we hear when they stop narrating, the fact that the two people we hear at the end of the audio clearly Sound a lot like sally and frank but are left unidentified in the transcript - i don't think it's a huge reach to guess that this is the first we're hearing of the actual playfellow staff. y'know, voice actors, puppet handlers, etc etc. but then... is that poppy at the end of the video? or is it her actor/handler? if it's the latter, when did poppy leave the scene? where does poppy end and poppy's actor begin?

to elaborate: i've written a lot about how the horror of a puppet's existence in welcome home is that they cannot exist without being maneuvered around by something so much bigger than them (if not in literal size than by virtue of being considered a Full Person whereas a puppet is a simulacrum of a person) that it borders on incomprehensible, right? and also about how i'm not a Huge fan of the idea that things are only starting to go sideways for the neighbors bc they're actually possessed by human souls, but the Idea of possession could work for me in a select few contexts? what if we're seeing a sort of role reversal of the typical possession theory stuff here - instead of humans possessing puppets, it's puppets (making an attempt at) possessing humans, however unconsciously or imperfectly. after all, if you really, truly cannot exist without that aforementioned incomprehensibly vast presence, i suppose your next best bet would be to try to subsume it into yourself somehow.

but this also comes with a cost. it's not wrong to want to exist or to have autonomy. but could you really just end another's existence to get that? would you know what to do with it afterwards? i know i'd have a hard time with it, at least.

...of course poppy could have just ceased to exist temporarily once the door was opened/her actor Presumably got out of costume, but let me have this late night ramble.

i think those are all my thoughts for now! this was a short but Meaty update. maybe i'll have some more in the morning.

[neon--nightmare]

I've been looking back at your rambles about Fresh again and I wanted to ask for if you have any thoughts about 2.0 and esp about the like, if the threat of potential replacement was real even if 2.0 didn't understand how it worked- because I don't think that realistically "we" the people watching would replace Fresh for having feelings, but I do sometimes wonder if maybe you could interpret future versions of Fresh as... Who knows, maybe 2.0 DID win. Maybe even he was replaced eventually too

OHHH ANON I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS I HAVE TO CHOP MY REPLY UP INTO TWO POSTS. YOUR BRAIN IS MASSIVE (ALSO AAHH IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME THAT PPL LIKE MY ANALYSIS!!! i love these goobers and their dynamic i need to share them with the world <3)

dude something so genuinely. interestin to me about the idea of 2.0 replacing fresh? nobody else in the multiverse would ever know. he acts the same, looks the same, talks the same, and since he was watchin 1.0 the whole time with the higher ups? he could easily fake having all of fresh’s memories without even breakin a sweat!

it’s never been specified if any other outcodes know about fresh’s whole thing, whether the higher-ups and general ‘creators’ are different in the context of the story or if it’s all just us, and since fresh keeps every single thing, every single ‘vulnerability’ and all facts abt his life that aren’t SICKNASTY COOL RADICAL SWAGGY!!! insanely close to his chest (except for one scenario we know of, pacifrisk + possibly some of those at loveball i don’t have the full logs </3) (p.s. 2.0 called pacifrisk 1.0’s sibling in a mocking way AND IT MAKES ME WAUH :( they were like siblings,,) nobody would just. ever know, unless 2.0 told them directly.

bc 2.0 is such a good actor, it’d take someone intimately familiar and close with 1.0 to spot any of the minuscule differences or cracks in his facade that couldn’t just be chalked up to.. fresh bein fresh, unpredictable and WACKY and weird and ever-changing (tho he’s actually way more predictable than he thinks, when emotions aren’t involved) and that thought makes me CRAZY.

1.0’s worst fears coming true and he takes it all to his grave to be replaced by one of only ones he could truly hate with his limited emotions, a copy of himself. and so the snake eats its own tail and the cycle continues, repeating on and on and on, fresh 3.0, fresh 4.0, the same song and dance of fixing the mistakes of the last before succumbing, messing up in one way or another. 5.0, 6.0, 7.0, 8.0, the metaphorical blood of their predecessors marking every step they take, forced to follow the steps to the letter. be more brutal, more funny, corrupt worlds faster and faster, never, ever stop to rest, or you’ll end up like those before you, waiting for the next wearing your face and name. knowing the limits more than anyone, their gods demanding perfection, no more, no less.

until the last higher-ups get bored, or decide to move onto something, someone new. no peace, no ‘justice,’ no mercy. and so it goes, and so it goes.

anyways since fresh 1.0 has 1990s furbies fresh 2.0 should have a 2006 purple funky furby he takes everywhere especially since the funky furby has a semi similar level of ridiculous rarity that fresh 1.0’s signature kid cuisine furby has IN THIS ESSAY,

(fresh 2.0 2005 furby manifesto under the cut! I'M DOIN IT!! and then it got very sad for him because i got carried away AGAIN uh oh,)

look at this little guy this is 2.0 all over!!!

also the 2005 furbies being made to replace the 1990s furbies once their sales were waning and keep up on current trends (specifically furreal friends at the time!) only to be discontinued and scrapped only a year or two into production.. and most people nowadays remember and love the first though technically less 'advanced' version of the furbies. while 2005s tend to be overlooked by the public at large as just a cliffnote. the metaphors write themselves bro!!!

they're also generally a lot more fragile (mostly based on my little black and white fellow from personal experience) than the original older furbies! their beaks are covered with rubber that degrades and rips very easily over time vs the original yellow plastic beaks, and they can move and stomp their feet vs the nonmoving fabric paws but those also have a tendency to break off! my 2005 boy is missin one of his feet and his beak rubber is gone but i love him..... his name is gizmo (because i was obsessed with both furbies and Gremlins (1984) as a kid) but ANYWAYS,

THE IDEA OF 2.0 actually breakin way more quickly than fresh 1.0 is smth i literally didn't think about until right this second but oh my god that's so compelling to me. idea - he thought he was better, immune to making the same mistakes, tying his self-worth to being BETTER than his predecessor - but when he crashes hard, he absolutely panics. he knows what he has to do, he knows he has to fix himself as fast as possible, he knows his deadline is coming soon and he's going to meet the same fate as the version of himself he gleefully replaced.

but his anxiety and frantic tries to prove he's still useful only make the fact that he's falling apart all the more obvious!! while he tries to push himself harder and harder! while in the weird limbo of refusing to admit to himself how bad his emotions and emotional spiral is becoming, because acknowledging it would open the floodgates and he'd break down completely - plus, look at what happened to 1.0 when he admitted his weakness! but on the other hand, he's struggling for his life to keep going on as if everything is fine in the face of absolute overwhelming terror, sadness felt for the first time, misery, unable to concentrate as his mind is rebelling against him, slipping up and tripping over his words as he tries to put up the image of the perfect parasite he was made to be.

look, see, he's trying! he's fixing it, he's going to make it better! just give him a little more time, please, just a little longer! he can fix it, he can fix himself, he's different, he can fix all the problems he's caused, he just needs a little more time.

should he run? can he ever escape from his creators, those fickle things practically his gods? where in the multiverse can he go that he wouldn't find himself? who would take him in? 2.0 cries for the first time, that day, and it sinks in that there's truly no going back.

some nights, jolting awake, chest heaving, 2.0 swears he can hear the echos of 1.0 laughing at him. fresh was right, after all. 2.0 really wasn't any better than him.

[peanut-with-wifi-access]

MOON🐇PAW

[base by lilliepaws on deviantart]

design notes, bonus images, hopes & headcanons, and other stuff below the cut!

-–·—Design Notes—·–-

•yes chimeras can look like this. they don't all look the exact same ofc, and split-face torties exist, but a chimera CAN be this

•ginger "spotted" (can't remember the exact term) tabby w/ green eyes + black/blue colorpoint tux w/ yellow eyes

•two tails bc this is a fantasy series I do what I want (the orange tail doesn't work btw)

•ears are two different sizes! it's slight but fucks with her hearing a bit

•her pupils are colored like that bc on her ref image only the green eye has sparkles

•the bandaids are supposed to be bits of cobweb, please refer to hc:❢

•wearing daffodils bc unrequited love and narcissus iykyk (moon^2 💞)

•wave patterns like rippling water, sun-shape patches, and moon face/tail markings! bc yeah!

•orange side meant to resemble a sunrise, black side meant to resemble a cool night sky

•this design will 100% change, I am incredibly indecisive [times changed: 2] ~🥜❦

•bonus images!

-–·—Hopes & Headcanons—·–-

•intersex transfem, she/her, objectum pan/ace

•not thrift & bay's bio kit cuz incest. they found her in the woods.

•moon^2 lowkey owns my soul. this cat is in love w/ a puddle.

•might be related to Sol somehow idk I hope

•voice in her head is the twin she absorbed in the womb, they're not actually evil just wanna help and give warnings while also being a little silly :3 Moonpaw just calls them Voice since she's bad at naming things

•I need Moonpaw to be a weird girly. I want her to play with bugs and ask weird questions and be so so strange and zone out during attempted medcat lessons and invent taxidermy and—

❢manifesting clumsy protag plz I need some rep for "can see perfectly fine just zero spacial awareness" girlies

•please have her dramatic moment be during a blood moon/lunar eclipse please that's all I need in life

•BECOMES A WARRIOR PLEASE ERINS PLEASE

•full name will be Moonrabbit (jade rabbit on the moon iykyk)

-–·—Other Stuff—·–-

•leaf and tawny are so gonna adopt this strange baby

•once again, design and stuff subject to change

•the moonpool is gonna get poisoned/polluted and moonpaw's gonna dive in to fix it, therefore becoming one with her love (the moonpool)

•once she emerges as Moonrabbit, she becomes the new connection to starclan (rock kinda deal) and leads the clans to a new territory as the twolegs close in

•beach territory post big timeskip arc 10 please—

•she eventually retires and becomes a kp bc girly needs a warm fireplace and a nap 😔

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[crsssie]

from one admirer to another : top holiday in your opinion?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Hi Christmas!

What an interesting name. I don't think many people on this service actually use something that creative. I, for one, just really enjoy having eggs so I'm called scrambled eggs. Though, sometimes the doctor tells me to go easy on them since the cholesterol in the yellows of eggs is HEINOUS for my blood tests. So, alas, I am coping through naming myself all things eggs.

I love Ada Wong. She's my beloved, and if I say I'm her second biggest fan, no one can say they're her first because I am her day ONE you hear me? DAY ONE. I AM HER DAY ONE— okay, I'm sure you're not convinced, but a person can dream. Come on. I've literally already read glhf <3 on ao3 so I'd say we're pretty neck to neck. Also, that fan event and the sticker? Thank you. Going into my phone case like right now.

As for her helicopter shoot, what Ada stan DOESN'T feel some way about it? I, for one, went manic when it came out. It was so bad I was begging for her signature on my magazine and yelled a little when she signed it. No, don't rob me. I live in an apartment with my friend and NO it's not an option to climb to the 17th floor.

History about me... I wonder? I don't do much. Well, a little bit like you, I model a little on the side as well, but only because I'm nepotism-ing my way into the industry through connections. I'm not interested in it as a full-time job, but it's kind of nice being on set and watching how it all goes down. Maybe I'll become a manager? But that's too much work. Honestly, I'd rather just be some weird form of sugar baby except not to an old man and to the people who are trying to get me into the industry. I'd love to just be their bestie who shows the bts of everything. That sounds FUN.

Hm, to speed-answer your questions, my favorite way of having eggs is actually in a nice cheesy omelet or an egg benedict, my favorite holiday (call me biased bc of my bsf) is the dragon boat festival only because those sticky rice zongzi are actually the chinese's greatest gift to man, and I write in my freetime (don't ask what. I know a degen when I see one, and YOU my friend, are no different from me).

Now, to ask you a couple of questions back. What's your favorite way to have eggs? Your fav holiday? Surely it's Christmas? All jokes, of course. How about some life updates? We can be like... besties, except not besties because we don't even know what the other person looks like and for all I know you could be some 60-year-old man who's faking everything through the letter. Just kidding! I'm not lying, so I'm sure you're not either.

I'm attaching a small Ada print I found on my table while digging for pens to write back to you. I hope you like it. I think it's signed by her? But I'm not sure. I think I had her sign two that time... or something. I don't remember.

hope to hear back ? scrambled eggs

You finish the letter and sign, print slipped in as Ada steps out from the shower, towel around her neck as she raises a brow.

"Oh, is that the model penpal service?"

"Yeah." You seal the letter and write in the PO box, humming. "Did you ever use it?"

"No. I only know it because Wesker insisted that I know that the penpal service wasn't actually for finding friends, but getting to know who else in the company shares a passion for the same things. I have you, so I don't need to worry much."

"MARRY ME!" You sob, crying into your hands as Ada rolls her eyes.

"I'm your roommate. Also, that contract you signed as a small-time model prohibits dating."

"I said marry me, not date me." You raise a brow. "Also, I made them scrap that part since I wasn't planning on becoming famous. My contract has a lot more leeway compared to yours."

"I know." Ada sits at her vanity, plugging her hairdryer in as you step behind her, helping her out. "It's a shame you didn't want to become famous."

"There's no point in being famous unless it's for the money. What of that do I need to care about if you're legally obligated to provide for me?"

"Really sucks to be best friends with you." She rolls her eyes, pulling out her phone. "Did you update that chapter yet?"

"No, I was going to update it after your hair."

"What did you write about this time?"

"I'm not telling you because I gotta lock myself in my room when I post it."

"You didn't even ask me any questions this time around." She huffs.

"Mainly because I was gonna write angst again and you hate it when I do that."

"God, you're insufferable."

"Thanks, love you too."

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[teamoon7]

So, after the last chapter

I've seen multiple theories so I want to know what most people think

(Click bellow if you wanna read my long rambles about it lol)

I actually am having very mixed opinions/theories on this?

(I'll also write some concerns over the course of the story and etc in the middle, so be warned if you don't like to read this type of thing)

It makes total sense for Kafka to sacrifice himself and even die here, because in a way, he already kinda accomplished his main goal- he DID fight alongside Mina in this final battle (and even acted like a captain while mina was his support), so his arc already had some kind of closure. Also, 8's whole purpose of existing will kinda be fulfilled the moment they manage to defeat the great kaiju (Idk if it has a name lol), so it's death would also make total sense for the narrative. Plus saying something is irreversible only to, chapters after, show that actually there WAS a secret way to reverse all of this, kinda makes the whole "it was irreversible" thing pointless, and I don't think they'd want to go for that.

At the same time, I'm pretty sure it was said in an interview that Matsumoto doesn't like being too cruel in the story? Plus we only had one major character death up until now lol, not a single important death in this final arc, and I can't really remember any characters that had something irreversible and tragic happen to them in the whole story (most close we got to that was when hoshina almost lost his arm but actually didn't), so with what we had up until now I'm not sure if it's likely that we'll have a depressing ending?

I really have no idea if they're gonna keep the "things are kinda tragic but most characters won't get TOO traumatized or injured" thing or if they'll actually make the most important character have a tragic ending

I also don't know if we have any information on how many chapters we have left, because I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that the manga is close to ending... So if we have a big enough amount of chapters left, I think it would be more likely that this whole thing with Kafka would at least be resolved in some sort of way, with him surviving and being able to still live a happy life somehow. If we actually only have a few chapter left (like idk, 12-20) I don't think we even would have enough time to develop and reverse this, so I think it'd be more likely for him to die.

I also saw recently the "he'll be turned into a weapon for mina to use" theory and it actually makes so much sense because mina is the only major character that didn't have any arc getting a full suit weapon and learning how to use it, so it would be a nice way to give her a weapon that actually has a VERY important connection to her (bc a character as important as her can't be the only one to be left out and not get a numbered suit, right???). It would be very tragic but also very cool

(If I'm being honest, I kinda wanted them to go for the cliche "Kafka goes berserk and everyone has to tragically fight him, but everyone just can't KILL him because they all just love him so much, so in the middle of the fight they manage to actually just contain him somehow so they don't HAVE to kill him, and they all try to find a solution to somehow still keep him alive" because I'm just a sucker for this type of thing and for characters being emotional lol, but I don't think that's happening)

Anyway, if they go with any of the tragic endings, I just hope the characters will suffer SO I CAN SUFFER TOGETHER WITH THEM

Pls Matsumoto, make them cry, make them go through grief (even the most unlikely ones like hoshina, mina and maybe even Narumi), make ME cry together with them- it would just be so sad (not in a positive way lol) if they mourned over this for like one or 2 chapters and then everyone gets ok after this 😭 if there WILL be drama, I want the drama to actually last and have big impacts, to actually show that the characters CARED, pretty pls 🙏

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

Maybe the clan could call themselves the “Subway clan” or the “Station clan” or something like that just to try to either jog Ingo’s memories and/or just use something familiar. They would also call Ingo “Boss ingo” or “subway boss ingo” and all the other people would be super confused like : “ What in sinnohs name is a subway and why is that clan obsessed with them?”

Just some silly ideas, I REALLY like this AU, Super bravo!! Excellent!!

I feel like since Ingo is the only boss around, they'll just call him Boss or Sir, as opposed to Boss Ingo or the mouthful that is his full title. Plus, they do at some point realize that attempting to get Ingo to remember is actively hurting him because of the pressure, so they're careful to just... act normal around him, and don't make attempts unless he specifically asks for it. The medic on the team won't have them giving Ingo any stress, ESPECIALLY with how injured he was.

Anyways, I'd like to think that at least one of the depot agents is probably a sci-fi nerd. Meaning that they're hyper-aware that fucking with the timeline is uhhh Bad. I imagine at some point they would panic and come up with a wild cover story about them being from a totally different world altogether.

Which would OBVIOUSLY fuck with Historians in the future even MORE. Did the existence of modern day trains come from the schematics from another world? Just how advanced was the otherworld train that had crashed in Hisui, in comparison to modern trains? How advanced was their society? WHY DID THEY REFUSE TO HAVE THEIR PICTURES TAKEN—

Basically it's a "were trains invented by aliens" debate bc One Person panicked and came up with the worst story imaginable. It's like how people think the Pyramids were made by aliens.

[fountainpenguin]

im trying to explain foop's alt personality to a friend, do you have any posts explaining the existence of the guy bc i could swear you do but cant find them.

I love him!! He's named Hiccup in my fanfics and tagged on my blog as #alternate bat prince. He'll also get a full character profile on my sideblog, but he has a short bio for now.

I love the alt personality so much because it really drives home how much Foop broke during his time in Abracatraz... which gets more horrifying once you remember time was frozen and he was probably in there for a good 30 to 40 years, separated from his parents or friends his age, unable to grow up.

One of the overarching themes in FOP is how poorly the Fairies treat others while acting like they're superior and kind, and Foop is one of the best characters to show how Fairies fawn over kids of their own race vs. how Anti-Fairy babies are regarded with suspicion. The Fairies threw a 1-day-old in maximum security prison and left him there. And that REALLY put Foop through the wringer.

From his second episode of existence, you can tell he's changed since his debut episode, and that he's confused by what's happening to him. He blinks in alarm when he switches early on and speaks about himself in a different way than he does both before and after that moment (Ex: Refers to himself as "we" at one point). You can tell he's in a weird adjustment period, and seems to have adjusted to life with his alt personality much more in later episodes.

And this alt personality doesn't go away. He debuted in Season 7, returns in Season 8, and then cameos several times in Seasons 9 and 10 (indicated by certain hand gestures, voice shifts, and extra eye highlights when he switches)

"Man's Worst Friend" (S10) is a really good example, especially the scene where Anti-Sparky says he'd like to have Foop for dinner and you immediately get the chubby cheeks, clasped hands, and gushing about how nice of an event that would be.

He's a very deliberate, long-term addition to the show and I love that about him so much. I'm so glad he wasn't a one-episode joke. No....... no. Foop has a lot of trauma and it never goes away, even when it's not the episode's focus.

It's so cool that you can still see these subtle signs of his alt personality even when the episode doesn't make it part of the plot. Such a nice way to see the long-term effects of his childhood trauma while also being super clear that Foop is a well-rounded, well-written person who is still growing up and living his life.

I love that this didn't become Foop's entire characterization, nor was he portrayed as "a polite, misunderstood boy with a super evil scary alt personality." Nah. Foop causes trouble because he's Foop and he wants people to fear him. The alter is a totally separate thing to unpack (A newborn was separated from his mother and locked in solitary confinement during early development).

His alt personality exists and is part of him, but only two of his episodes truly emphasize it. The rest depict more subtle shifts. I just love it so much... the thought that went into this and the quiet commitment to having the alt personality show up in later episodes. Foop is one of my favorite characters and I love exploring his life.

My favorite thing about the alt personality is that it's very easy to glance at him and say "Oh, he's the stereotypical 'good' personality and Foop is the 'evil' one." And then you take another 30 seconds to get to know them and you're like "Oh. OH... oh my gosh. Why is he like that?"

I am specifically referring to him taking one look at Poof and cooing, "Does Mr. Popular want to fight??" Hey...

HERE is an outdated video showing all the personality switch moments I saw. I've found more switch moments since then (Ex: In "Fairly Odd Fairy Tales," some I missed in "Man's Worst Friend," there's one in "Certifiable Super Sitter," another in "Terrible Twosome" that's separate from Foop experiencing the Terrific Twos effects). I'd like to make an updated one sometime in 2025.

HERE is my post about the music switch in "Best of Luck," which happens to align with Irep holding his hands in a way only his alt personality did in the OG series. No idea if that was intentional, but I did laugh a lot. Why did they have Irep do that hand gesture at that exact moment. The gesture only the alt personality uses. Hey. what.

HERE is a post about Hiccup's relationship/connection with Poof.

HERE is the announcement post for a one-shot I wrote from Hiccup's POV in high school

Happy New Year!

[mpsansy]

Could you give me a full breakdown of their relationships (how each of them view the others, regrets, fears, insecurities, favorite memories from life and/or death with the other) to each other and Casper? :>

Oh, for sure! This may or may not be a big one. And perhaps one ask I go all over the place for. We'll see.

I'll start off by saying that the trio's relationship is a real unbreakable one. Even if they're worlds apart, the bond they got is real sturdy.

Stretch in Fatso & Stinkie's eyes have always been seen as the leader who can get his head in the game real quick. Can be a fun ghost or an all out brutal spirit that would look at you in the eyes as he shreds you to pieces.

Fatso in Stretch's and Stinkie's eyes is the entertainer. The showstopper who doesn't seem to get mad easily. Gonna have to be more than big words to take the fella down.

Lastly, Stinkie. In his brothers eyes, he's not such a dummy. I mean, they did think about him as that once, but with him reclaiming his memories that all flipped.

In conclusion, they do think greatly of each other. At least by a normal degree.

Additionally, they were raised to understand that a healthy brotherly bond will transcend any borders that could be made. In life and in death.

Their mother, of course, being the one who taught them this. She was always so smart and wise beyond her years.

And on that note, some of their favorite memories do involve their mother. Some would be cooking with her, playing with her, even learning a language that they're father couldn't understand at all.

All of them were clear mama's boys who wanted to make her proud. Not something they'd remember now as spirits, but regardless. It's important for me to say with my version of all them.

I've mentioned their regrets before [here], so I won't say it again. But fears? Hm, well I supposed they already had to live through them.

Fatso's fear turned reality-

Franklin dying in his wife's arms. Never getting a chance to see what beautiful children they had together. Unexpectedly becoming an absent father to his twins, not by choice. One can only hope his daughter Eleanor and son Florence understood that about their father.

Stinkie's fear turned reality-

Silvester losing all his mobility and feeling his throat close up from the poison that took him. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he was all alone throughout the whole situation. He didn't have anyone to hold him just as he took his final painful breaths.

And finally Stretch's fear turned reality-

Simon. He saw a woman who he cherished with all his heart slit her throat in front of him. All in a desperate attempt to breathe, as blood began to spill straight down to the ground.

But wait, it gets worse for him.

Now he had a boy. A boy who he had every right to call HIS SON fall to his death meeting the ocean below.

Yes, it could've been worse like Casper's body being claimed by the ocean. But that pain of feeling that boy's body be completely cold and limp? Flesh from his head shredded and part of his skull exposed??

Simon honestly didn't even care how mangled & cold Casper was, that man held that boy so tight. Letting out the most gruesome scream that made every person stand in pure silence.

A scream of a parent losing a child. If you've ever had the displeasure of hearing it like I have, it yanks at your entire being.

Him slowly losing everyone he loved with all his soul was a fear that came true.

Extra bit:

I can't say exactly how different they'd think of Casper on an individual level (mostly bc this ask is too damn big to add on), but I know altogether the ghostly trio see Casper as this child who holds great potential.

Although he's kind in nature, the passion the child has for protecting the only family he's ever known as spirits that he'd resort to violence? All in the name of protecting them, defending them??

It makes them feel so guilty for tormenting this kid for as long as they did. And the things they did, what they said ro him? They can't take them back.

All they can do is apologize. Sure hope they try to be calm and collected about it. Wouldn't want to choke on the words they need to tell their beloved nephew.

Casper's best memory is of him cuddling up to his mother and presumed father at the time, Simon. How he could remember that memory is odd because he was barely three, but it was so happy for him. He felt wrapped up in love & warmth. Protected by the world he'd soon know to be harsh and brutal beyond comprehensible thought. But in this very moment? He didn't need to worry about all that.

Casper was with his mom and dad. Forever loved and cradled in their loving arms.

Casper's worst fear was just ending up alone. Abandoned by everyone and seen as a failure. Shares part of that fear with his mother and if he had to experience that as a ghost? He'd lose it.

Off that, they don't have any insecurities. Or at least none that I can think of right off the bat.

[the-impala-is-my-home]

I saw ur prompt about Wilmon and thought I'd give you the following, bc it feels so them ☺️

20. a third person pointing out how beautiful they're and suddenly you're seeing them in a different light (shalalallalaaa)

Hiii! thank you so much for the prompt! Remember how I said I'd write something pretty short? Well it's at 1.2k words now, so a bit more than I'd originally aimed for but oh well haha

I'll put this on AO3 later, but for now you can also read it under the cut! :)

“Is Simon single?”

Wille barely hears the words over the noise of the party, even though Elias -or maybe his name was Lukas- has leaned in so close that Wille can smell the drink he just ordered on his breath. “What?,” he chuckles and sips on his own drink.

“Simon. Do you know if he’s single?” Lars-or-whatever repeats. “It’s just that he’s like, insanely beautiful, so I thought I’d shoot my shot if he isn’t taken.” At the mention of his best friend, Wille’s eyes shoot up to search Simon in the crowd of people and find him talking to Felice. She must have said something funny, because Simon throws his head back and lets out a laugh that Wille can’t really hear but his imagination gladly fills in the sound from memory.

Ignoring the drink swishing around angrily in his stomach, he turns back to Petter. Maybe he should have just gotten a soft drink instead. “No, I don’t think he’s seeing anyone right now, so uhhh… go ahead I guess.” His voice comes out quieter than he’d intended and he clears his throat. Johann seems to have heard him well enough anyway because he gives Wille a grin and a double thumbs up before disappearing back into the crowd, though curiously into the entirely wrong direction. Well. He’ll probably find Simon at some point. Maybe. Wille doesn’t care either way.

Shaking his head, he grabs his drink and walks into the direction where Simon actually is. He thinks that if Per believes Simon to be ‘insanely beautiful’, he should be better at spotting him in a room full of people. Not that he’s wrong with that description, objectively. Simon is obviously attractive, everyone knows that much. He’s wearing eyeliner tonight as well, Wille realizes as Simon spots him and waves him over. No wonder he caught Noah’s interest, after all the eyeliner frames his eyes in a way that makes it harder to look away from them than it usually is.

“Wille! You have to hear this!”

As Wille leans against the wall next to his friends, Simon and Felice both begin to launch into a retelling of a story, the both of them switching between who is talking so often that Wille gets a bit dizzy with the way he keeps moving his head. When Felice jumps in to clarify a detail that Simon apparently has gotten wrong he doesn’t bother moving his eyes away from Simon again. He’ll probably be the one talking in a few seconds again anyway.

There’s a tiny piece of confetti stuck in Simon’s hair that captures Wille’s attention. It feels like it would be rude to disrupt his friends’ conversation because of something that unimportant but he can’t stop staring at it, pictures himself picking the offending piece of paper out of Simon’s hair. Maybe one of his curls would wrap around Wille’s finger. They’re probably pretty soft, Wille thinks and finds himself wanting to test that theory. He doesn’t though, because who just sticks their hand into their friends hair?

Simon’s eyes crinkle as he giggles. Belatedly, Wille realizes with a stab of guilt that Felice has just finished her retelling and he has no clue at all what she’s been saying for at least two minutes because he’s been busy zoning out and staring at Simon. What is wrong with him? He gives his friends a smile that he hopes looks like the smile of someone who has definitely been listening and then mumbles something about getting another drink. Only after walking into the kitchen does he look at his paper cup to realize it’s still half full and slightly soaked through at the bottom.

He busies himself with looking through all the available drink options someone gathered in this too small kitchen in some flat he’s never been to before that belongs to someone he only barely knows from his literature classes. In the end, he settles on drinking a simple coke, recalling that weird feeling in his stomach earlier.

Simon is dancing when Wille comes back, curls messy, skin painted with purple and blue light and so so beautiful. Wille wants, stumbles a little with the intensity of the sudden certainty. Of course Simon is the most beautiful person in the room, of course Wille can’t keep his eyes off of him, of course Simon is more than a friend to him.

His hand comes up to his chest to rub at the tight sensation there and he turns on the spot to walk to the front door. The fresh October air allows him to relax a bit as he sits down on the stairs. How could he have possibly missed his own feelings for his friend? It all seems so clear in hindsight and Wille can’t help but feel a little stupid for having convinced himself Simon was nothing more than a friend to him.

What is he supposed to do now? Somewhere in there, Simon is probably being asked on a date by Oliver or whatever.

The door behind him opens and he almost gets up to let whoever is leaving the party pass when he glances backwards to see Simon closing the door.

“Hej,” Simon says, shooting Wille a small smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just had to get fresh air.” He shuffles with his shoes, fixating on a spot of dirt he notices on the right one. “Did that one guy find you?”

A pause. “Do you mean Jan?”

Ah, so that had been his name. Wille hopes he doesn’t have to remember it. “Did you…” he trails off but Simon seems to understand anyway.

“He asked me for my number.” Simon sits down on the step besides him, resting his arms on his knees. “I didn’t give it to him. He seemed nice and all but…”

“Not your type?”

“No, I guess not.” From the corner of his eye, Wille can tell that Simon is looking at him now. He turns towards him too and thinks that this must be the closest they’ve been all evening. Simon is even more beautiful up close and Wille can’t believe he hasn’t realized this sooner.

“What is your type then?,” Wille hears himself asking even as he knows he should just keep his mouth shut. He doesn’t want to hear Simon talk about a list of traits he’ll never have.

Simon just shrugs, looks at Wille still and Wille doesn’t know what to make of that. When Simon sighs, his breath is visible in the cold evening air and suddenly Wille can’t tear his eyes away from his lips.

“Wille?” Simon’s voice is quiet and unsure and he’s so close. When did they get so close?

“Simon, I…” God, he can smell Simon from here, feels warmth where their knees are pressed up against each other. “You’re beautiful,” he says, like an idiot without a brain to mouth filter.

There’s a sort of desperate noise coming from Simon and suddenly Wille feels a hand on his cheek tugging him forward until they’re kissing. He blanks for a second, his eyes still open and his hands by his side, but when Simon moves backwards, a nervous yet hopeful expression on his face, Wille pulls him back in.

When they both start to shiver and Wille can feel his legs starting to fall asleep, he rises from the step and holds out his hand to Simon.

“Will you come home with me? To talk,” he hurries to add.

“Sure.” Simon lets himself be pulled up. “As long as there are breaks for kissing involved.”

Simon’s grin is bright and beautiful and feels warm on Wille’s lips.

[somer-writes]

Ayo random question cuz I’m so interested: what exactly do you head-cannon is Warrior’s past? (If you don’t then just ignore me :D)

so full warning here i have never played the hyrule warriors games bc they're not my thing (i have played fe warriors bc robin my beloved <3). i dont know any of the canon so this is pure headcanon fuckery:

-> warriors is highly based on midshipmen who were young officers in training aboard navel vessels usually from upper class families. except he's army so i call him a middleman instead bc i dont have a better alternative XD

-> he (like all/most of the links) is orphaned. he was old enough that he vaguely remembers his parents but young enough that he couldnt tell you anything about them.

-> from the orphanage, he was adopted by a noble family (which i havent come up with a name for yet). he has four adopted siblings who are all the biological children of this lord and lady

-> despite being adopted young it was always made clear that he was specifically adopted out of charity to make the family look good. warriors spent most of his childhood being paraded around as the poor orphan commoner who is learning how to be a proper gentleman and never as an actual son/brother

-> he is not close to any of his family and in fact resents his adopted father. his adopted mother never really had much to do with him and neither did his siblings so he just has a vague distaste for them. he does not speak to them of his own accord but the child in him still wants to please his adopted father so he is still involved with them

-> he grew up receiving an education and was held to much stricter standards than his siblings. he received very little praise for his efforts and was spared very little affection so he always worked himself to the bone for any scrap of it he could get. as a result hes extremely well read and quite good at math

-> at 14 he was sent into the army as a middleman. his father claimed it was because he was the only one of the children who would do well there. he excelled there if only bc he was finally somewhere he could receive the recognition he so desperately wanted/needed.

-> he did not have an easy time making friends bc he was a bit of a kiss ass and did not/does not know how to form and maintain valuable close relationships

-> warriors doesn't really know the difference between genuine affection and being praised for his usefulness. it's not difficult to take advantage of him by inflating his ego

-> he sets impossible standards for himself (some of which were forced upon him) and practices a lot of self-loathing when he feels as though he's failed

-> he refers to his adopted father as his "benefactor" but will call him father in passing

-> he doesn't write home

-> warriors saw his first battle at 16. he killed his first enemy at 17. he still has nightmares about both

-> we're getting a little fucky with ranks here but he *is* an officer. specifically a captain which is company grade. he likely commands small units on the battlefield but mostly up until the war of ages worked as a liaison. i think during the war he was given much more responsibility but his rank stayed the same bc chaos. he regrets every person who ever died under his command :(

(continued in part 2!)

[infinitegest]

ive had this idea of a monster (me) with a sort of desire aura--not mind control, but anyone I wanted to would want me badly. I'd set up shop near a prestigious college and pick out a couple of the most promising freshmen--valedictorians of their high schools, preferably. Sharp, organized, responsible types who'd never let anything get in the way of their education, the last people anyone would expect to get pregnant in college. But as soon as they're at my place, not knowing what's behind my human disguise, they'd be throwing themselves at me, begging for me to fill them up. I'd go light for their freshman year--plant maybe just two or three of my spawn in their bellies, though still enough to force them to waddle from class to class after a few months. When they're not in my presence, they're cursing themselves, wondering what the hell they were thinking to wind up so huge and heavy with a near-stranger's babies, but as soon as they see me again they know they'd do it again in a heartbeat.

And don't worry, they would! I'd keep them as my own little broodmares for the rest of their college careers, adding a few more to each litter every time, until they spent their senior years breathing heavily with every step, nearly immobile with the weight of over a dozen little ones in their enormous, overstretched wombs. i just think it'd be fun.

this has been sitting in my inbox for a while bc oofffff

an intelligent, ambitious freshman, excited for a whole new stage of life, eager to become a Real Adult and have Real College Experiences, is walking back to their dorm after their first week of classes when they see you sitting on the steps of one of the buildings. they make eye contact with you, and they know, instantly, that they want to go home with you. they would normally never do something so irresponsible, so impulsive, but... this is college, right? random hook-ups, sexual liberation, a Real College Experience! all they have to do is go over and talk to you. besides, it's not like their parents will ever know...

smash cut forward to the winter break. they're in the bathroom on the train. their stop is coming soon, their parents will be picking them up,and they're desperately trying to convince themself that their chunky holiday sweater will be able to conceal their swollen tummy, which already looks like it's on the cusp of the third trimester despite their buns not even being halfway done baking. it's mortifying enough rolling out of bed each morning to the judgmental glances of their roommate, unavoidable in the tiny freshman dorm they share, but now they're about to be with the people they care about, the people whose validation and approval they've been thriving on for years. they pull the hem down for the dozenth time and groan deeply, trying to script out a gentle way to break it to their parents that the favorite child, the valedictorian, the prodigy, is now big-bellied with the babies of a complete stranger. they couldn’t even make it a full week on their own without getting knocked up, they couldn't even say what your name was (and why can't they remember your face?)

when they get back from a remarkably chilly winter break (in more ways than one), they're relieved to see that they actually share two classes with another one of your swelling breeders, though they have no way of knowing that they have that in common. from their perspective, it's just nice to not be the only one with a prominent belly, and to have a peer they can chat about growth and aches and cravings with.

the two become fast friends. they have so much in common, after all: both intelligent, ambitious, and knocked up by some rando towards the beginning of the school year. they briefly muse on the plausibility of the passengers within the two burgeoning tummies being half-siblings, before laughing it off and moving on to other topics.

spring comes, the time of fertility, and the two have been getting closer and closer (and bigger, and bigger). late one evening, lazily rubbing each other's bellies after some sweaty fun, the classmate mentions something they'd heard about-- an off-campus housing opportunity, specifically geared towards the comfort of expecting students.

it almost sounds to good to be true, that someone would forego being a total leech on society renting out such a spacious, comfortable property to the wealthier members of the student body, instead choosing to provide free, conveniently-located housing to students who let their libidos get the best of them and are waddling with the consequences. but, the classmate claims they've talked to another big-bellied peer, a sophomore who swears by the place.

so, together, the freshman and their friend decide to meet with the owner of the place, to get a good look and see if there's a slot or two open. the freshman is worried: they're unmistakably pregnant, massive enough that the kicks of their cargo are occasionally visible from across a lecture hall. but they're due just after finals week; if they aren't pregnant anymore, would they still be allowed to move in? this is what they're anxious about, squeezing their friend's hand as they waddle together to the property and knock on the door for the meeting.

of course, as the door opens and they see your smile, those worries vanish. if being knocked up is the prerequisite for being a tenant, then they know they'll be eligible for years to come.

[enniewritesathing]

summary from last update

aka, what had happened was --

(note -- I'm gonna call The Werewolf by his actual name Vin(cent) because that's a lot of letters even though he wasn't formally named at this point.)

John is finally declared dead after 2 hours from his heart stopping.

obviously, everyone's disappointed. Daniel's like "bruh, I told you this was gonna happen but NOOOO, you didn't listen to me"

subsequently, everyone gets deeply annoyed by Daniel except Jordan (because they're being nice)... but it's also 3 in the morning. Charles agrees to break and now he's gotta figure out what to tell Noelle that her perfectly fine son is now dead as a doornail.

but wait!

Jordan asks The Worst Question You Can Ask In A Horror Story after they notice something's off about John. In fact, they do the second worst thing you can do in a horror story.

you know how in resident evil 2 (remake? this may have been in the OG) and you walk past a zombie that you think it's dead?

haha surprise bitch, it's ya boy Vin/The Werewolf. turns out, he was mostly dead.

Vin stares up at them with those BIG dead fish lookin' eyes. Creepiest shit he's ever done.

because Jordan is the closest, they are the first to get got as they get their windpipe crushed AND their throat slashed. honestly, they got the least worst death by a country mile.

Bernard is next, getting taken out by Vin literally jumping off the surgery table like off of a top rope of an WWE match. Bernard has the 'well maybe that was out of pocket' case of death -- Vin smashes his head in. Leaves a big ass crack on the floor.

talk shit, get your jaw literally cracked off

Then --

Vin is like 'okay I'm warmed up, now it's just you two fuckers' (aka Daniel and Charles)

We find out that Daniel is, for intents and purposes, a pussy because of his general behavior. He tries to throw Charles under the bus but Charles does it right back without blinking. Vin claws the shit out of him and blinds him in his right eye but that doesn't seem to phase him as he tries to rise up to Vin with a syringe full of stuff that could take Vin out or at least, stun him.

if you remember, this is a call back and Vin got punched in the gut with one and it knocked him out. Keep this in mind.

Vin has had enough and not only does he choke out Daniel (insert Dr. Doofenshmirtz meme) he yeets him into the wall with the one way mirrors.

Thomas and Mark are freaking out on the other side of them. Vin can hear them both and tells them 'hey. I don't have beef with yall, but don't come in here or else you're gonna die'.

Daniel wants Vin to just kill him already and Vin is :)...

as he shoves his arm deep into Daniel's chest. this doesn't kill him immediately.

I'll say it -- if you think 'hey, this looks like some metaphorical--' yes, you are correct. Like come on, Vin's in there in his guts, pinned against the wall talking into his ear and shit, establishing dominance, calling him a pussy (again? idk Vin does this a lot in this update)

Thomas got the gun and he's like 'Imma go save Charles; call the guards' and Mark is begging him not to go as staying right the fuck over there means that they won't get killed.

Vin continues to roast Daniel and really, Daniel's got nothing to say other than 'fuck you!' as a 'nuh-uh' deal... and Vin kills him by tearing his heart out.

Meanwhile! Charles was observing the whole thing and now he's realizing things as Vin is taking a little break to talk to him...

... with Daniel's still beating heart in his hand. He says he's a little hungry with all that's he's been doing and since he's not one to waste his food... (ngl, I'm proud of this bc I used an effect to Great effect.)

aaaaaand he eats the heart. He was a messy bitch about it too because blood is all over his face, teeth, got some on his pants...

Charles realizes that he has fucked around and now he's gonna find out.

But wait! The lab door opens! It's Thomas with the gun!

...and he's scared shitless. Vin gets pissed off at him because he specifically told him and Mark to stay on the other side; now he's in there and Vin's gonna kill him on the account of him being stupid. you can't say Vin wasn't being fair here.

Charles tries to get Thomas to shoot Vin but he's too scared and fights him to get the gun. Gun is fired as they struggle. Doesn't take much but Charles manages to get the gun and domes Thomas in the head.

Well, Vin did say he was gonna die... but not by him.

Charles gets into villain mode saying the (silver) bullets may disrupt what's left of Vin's HF (healing factor) and may actually kill him... but it doesn't because. there's no bullets left. WHOOPS. Vin mocks him and Charles tries to run away (to where??) but in the struggle, he got shot on the side so he hobbles then crawls away

Vin slowly follows Charles and corners him... and notices something about him that's a little weird. Charles got the balls to be asking for mercy.

aaaand that's the summary.

tl;dr -- John declared dead, haha just kidding, Vin/The Werewolf turbo kills everybody in the lab except Charles.

[okiankeno]

2 Truths 1 Lie Reveal:

TDLR: option 3 was my lie! The first love letter I did lose and never opened until 3 years later (funnily enough, this was from the academic rival's best friend btw) but my second letter, from a girl I knew, I opened right away after finding it. Hence, I lied.

If you would like to learn more about me and the stories behind the options I picked for myself, they're under keep reading!

Most of Smoshblr voted for option two, which everyone dubbed Wattpad fanfic adjacent. It happened lol. I have a long explanation in response to @unknownteapot that I will reiterate here with some edits:

The academic rival was a guy I had a 'crush' on in grade 6 (my last year of elementary school in Canada). I say 'crush' in quotations bc I didn't understand the concept of sexual attraction or romance until the year after. Before understanding sexuality and attraction, I thought that picking the smartest person in the class would make me fall in love or something (spoiler alert: not really). We were compared a lot to each other as overachievers because of the extracurriculars like music and sports that we did, but I never thought we were rivals outside of school.

He and I were pretty good friends too, we ended up going to different junior highs (grades 7-9) but we texted and emailed each other every so often to keep in contact. The summer before high school started, he sent me a flurry of texts pretty much saying "Please go to x school with me, if you do we can date each other" (as if that was like a cool reward for going to the same school as him like??)

He is a nice guy but it was weird to me. He knew that I had a 'crush' on him years ago because I either told him or my best friend told him I can't remember tbh. I have no idea if he liked me tbh it just came out of the blue but what do I know, I miss flirtatious cues a lot so 😔😭😣 oh, and if you are wondering, I did not take up his offer because I thought it was really weird, plus I didn't have feelings for him.

Option one, stopping foreplay because of a joke that I never told my girlfriend? This too, is true.

My girlfriend and I took edibles before nightfall and when I'm high is that I get very bubbly and it's super easy for me to laugh. Additionally, it's very easy for me to get locked in on intimacy — so that's how I found myself in my girlfriend's bed, you know, bodies pressed together (there's a slew of other effects, but these are most integral to this story). But as I was touching her I could not stop thinking about how funny yet unsexy it would be if I cracked a joke. And this thought just kept repeating over and over in my head making me giggle and then into full-blown laughter. So naturally, sexytime had to come to a halt. She asked me what was going on and I told her, "I kept thinking about how funny but unsexy it would be if I made a joke right now," to which she asked, "What was the joke?"

There was no joke, just me laughing in anticipation of potentially making one during sex. Really lame, I know. I ended up getting frustrated at myself for a few minutes (my girlfriend comforted me with, "We don't have to do this right now if you're not in the mood") while we paused but then I locked in and got to home base.

Option 3, unopened love letters! This is my lie! These stories have a lot of sadness carried with them, so if you don't like hearing about heartbreak, prepare yourself!

The first letter, Valentine's Day, I'm the only gal that gets one from this guy. I misplaced it in my bedroom in one of my books and didn't find it again until I deep-cleaned my room three years later. I open it, it's a card that tells me about how cool I am and is filled with Naruto drawings (I doodled a lot of anime characters in class) and a $20 bill. $20 is a lot for an elementary school kid! So, yeah, I missed that signal. My best friend at the time even said to me on the bus home, "Oh I think [guy's name] likes you," and I went hm yeah interesting, not interested (I didn't care for or understand romance at the time - this was grade 6).

Second letter: An anonymously signed love letter was found in my locker in May, a month before I graduated high school. I opened it immediately because I wasn't gonna have a repeat of missing a confession from someone. It's typed in Times New Roman, and signed with an uppercase 'L'. It's from someone I knew because of the details included in the letter. They wanted to confess to me before we graduated but didn't have the courage to do so in person.

I spent a week trying to figure out who this could be, and unfortunately for me, I pegged down the wrong person, someone I had an ongoing crush on for 5 years since junior high, and wrote a letter to him. He reads it. He says it's not from him and he doesn't like me. I'm heartbroken and baffled.

Almost immediately after conversing with my crush, I knew who it was from: the girl who sat beside me in my physics class for the past year. Her last name started with an L, but I never thought it was her, because her words, to me, in the context of my delusional crush on a guy, sounded like him. So in my heartbreak, I write her an emotional reply letter overnight, bringing the one I wrote for my crush as well, and approach her at lunch break.

It's a sunny day, two weeks have passed since getting the letter in my locker, and I bring her to the end of a busy open hallway. She's sitting on the concrete floor, I'm standing above her, letters in hand; everything is bright, but I know the next thirty minutes will be anything but naught. I opened the conversation by telling her I received her letter and by mistake, thought it was from someone else. I let her read the letters. She starts crying, and I do too — she's a very sweet girl and my friend. A teacher walks by and asks if we are OK, and we both are sobbing, saying, "Yeah." We do not look ok.

I felt soo shitty, having heartbroken her heart from my heartbreak, and she tells me she has to write a math exam after this. I still cringe thinking about this story to this day because it fucked me up emotionally and I couldn't sleep right for the rest of the summer. Anyway, I think about the experience and think I could make a Webtoon about it and it probably would pop off because a high school love triangle that's unrequited on all ends? Pain.

Anyways thanks for coming to my story time 🫠✌️