#please stop to read all the quotes i put in there i'm really happy with that part LOL

[strobbylemonade]

SAVE THIS GAME MR. A

[chaysreality222]

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୭ৎ 𝐌𝓨 𝐖𝓐𝐈𝐓𝓘𝐍𝓖  𝓡𝐎𝓞𝐌 𝓓𝐑 ୭ৎ

𝐈. 𝐃ℰ𝒮𝐂ℛℐ��𝒯𝐈𝒪𝐍 . . .

my waiting room dr is a planet that inhabits one island. it's a place for me to be at peace in my own lonesome, as well as a pit stop from this dr to another! no one else exists in this dr except me, along with wildlife that inhabit the island and surrounding water.

𝐈𝐈. ℒ𝐎𝒞𝒜𝐓ℐ𝐎𝒩𝐒 . . .

"the cave" aka my home

within the white caves on the side of my island is where my home resides. a room with a natural pool that opens up to the ocean, as well as a living-room and kitchen that opens up to the ocean as well. the lower level of my cave (basically basement-ish) is where i have portals to my other drs!

the main beach

there is different locations of beaches i can go to on my island! but of course, this main one is where i go to surf, swim, see the wild horses, etc.

the stables

outside the entrance to my home is a small stable area. it's where i take care of the wild horses on the island, especially this one special white horse where i have a connection with! they aren't conformed to this stables whatsoever, and are free to roam as the please.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝒱𝐈𝒮𝐔𝒜𝐋𝒮 . . .

𝐈𝐕. 𝐍ℰ𝐂ℰ𝐒𝒮𝐈𝐓ℐℰ𝐒 . . .

my manifestation journal

this journal is strictly for manifesting! i can find this journal amongst my books on the bookshelf in my living-room. i can manifest anything for any reality. i'll mostly be using the journal to manifest things for my original reality though.

digital clock

this clock shows me the time it is in the dr and my original reality! it also shows me the time i've spent in my DR compared to my OR. basically a way for me to keep track of the time so i know exactly when to shift back.

pc setup

i love playing video games! so this pc will have every game i want to play installed on to it as well as any and all game-passes. especially unlimited money fr. it's not only for games though, i can access my scripts or watch on it too.

𝐕. 𝐄𝒳𝐓ℛ𝒜 . . .

𖦹 it's always summer in my dr.

𖦹 night time doesn't exist but the sun still sets and rises.

𖦹 i don't get sunburn. (i'm gonna be out in the sun a lot fr).

𖦹 there's a sound system that runs throughout the entire cave that is hooked up to my phone so that i can play songs off my playlists.

𖦹 the boat i have in my dr is connected to my phone so that i can be able to control it from there. it also has a gps system so i can put in where i want to go, and it will take me without me having to steer it.

𖦹 i have fresh fruits in my fridge that is always accessible and never goes bad. (i love fruit so much! having a fruit platter after a swim or a surf session would be amazing).

𖦹 my bookshelf in my living-room is full of books i'd actually enjoy and read. (high fantasy with pure romance, lessons pertaining to my life that would help me grow as a person, and quotes that would have me question life itself) basically, meaningful fictional books that would always stick with me the rest of my life.

𖦹 i have access to all streaming services on my phone so i could watch anything and everything that i want.

i'm officially back from the shifting break! this is just a brief rundown of what i have scripted for this dr. i'm really excited to swim and surf there, even just being able to be there. wish me luck <3 happy shifting!

xoxo, c!

[sakuraspages]

sasusaku snippet #13

[Mermaid!Sakura AU - #8]

Sakura feels slightly better the next day, and almost normal, if tired, the following day. Sasuke is happy that the antibiotics worked and that Sakura is awake again.

Tsunade's words are still in his mind but it's very easy to forget them when Sakura smiles at him and her green eyes shimmer like the sunset over the sea. He tells himself that he will think about it later, get to know Sakura when she feels better and try to guess what her intentions are in the coming weeks. She surely would already have attempted something against him if she really had malicious plans, wouldn't she?

Now he is happy just to come home after work and see her up and healing. She floods his bathroom a couple more times, he stops trying to ask her not to. She is still too weak to try to walk again but she regains her appetite and is strong enough to talk to him in the evening.

She now happily tells him what her favorite foods are. Naruto asks him about his exorbitant fish market tabs and Sasuke just says he had guests over. She refuses to eat vegetables but she tries chocolate and makes herself queasy eating too much of it at once.

She reads a lot of books from his dusty shelves and asks him about the human things she reads. He could listen to her for hours, watching her put her hair behind her ear and bite her lip as she looks over a page to read a sentence to him.

At the end of her first week since he found her, she welcomes him home with an unusually suspicious attitude. She moves to the farthest side of the bed when he enters the room and he wonders what changed since the day before, when she was eager to nestle against his chest to be carried to the bathtub.

“Are you ok?...” he asks.

“I know why you're squishy down there,” she says with an accusatory glare at his pants.

His confusion deepens. “... What?”

She waves a book in front of her. “It says everything in there! It says the things males of your species do to females!”

“What book is that–”

He squints at the cover when she stops shaking the book and he understands. It’s the last volume of Icha Icha Paradise, which Kakashi gifted him a few years ago and he was using to wedge his headboard into place.

“How did you find that?” he asks.

“I read all your other books. I do not want you to… to…” she says as she leaves through the pages to find her words, “'thrust your hot flesh sword into my tight moist tunnel'!” she reads.

Part of him wants to laugh but she seems to be genuinely upset and he honestly cannot blame her for distrusting men after reading this rag of a romance novel.

“Noted,” he says calmly. “I'm not sure you should read this book it's not really–”

“You will not convince me with flowers or jewelry!” she adds like she fears it was his next move.

He shakes his head slowly. “I won't try to. It's not a good book, it doesn't show real relationships, it–”

“If you do, I will crush your squishy parts like a crab claw!” she threatens.

He can feel his privates flinch at this thought. “I'd like to avoid that.”

For a long moment she looks at him like she’s trying to judge him. “Really?”

“Sakura, I won't do anything you don't want me to do. I'll stop carrying you around if you don't want me to touch you.”

She seems confused when she realizes she might just have stopped him from doing her favorite thing. “I still want you to carry me in your arms. But I don't want you near my…” she leaves through the book again and reads a sentence, “my 'sensitive love cave'!”

“I will not touch you anywhere you don't want me to but please stop quoting this book.”

“What about when the mating season comes?” she asks with squinted eyes. “You won't try to mate with me if I'm the only female around?”

“No?”

She finally seems to relax. “... Ok.”

“When is mating season?...” he dares to ask.

“Some time next month.”

“So you… You want to go back to the sea to find a mate?”

"No. I just lay my eggs somewhere then I leave. None of these disgusting things happens,” she says as she waves Icha Icha Paradise again.

“You lay eggs,” he repeats, trying not to sound too surprised.

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“Not many. Five or ten thousand usually.”

“Cool.” This will be a problem.

“When is mating season for you?” she asks.

“We don’t have that. We do it whenever we want, I mean when both people want to do it.”

“Well, I don’t want to," she says, "so keep your…” another glance at the book, “ ...'velvety love stick' away from me.”

He can’t help a loud sigh as he curses Kakashi for gifting him this.

“Give me this book, I’ll burn it.”

[yaboirezzy]

Alright, here's an explanation (post version):

So this is something I wouldn't usually say publicly because I don't really like telling and sharing my personal stuff online, especially on social places like tumblr or others because of how people usually react to someone feeling or saying anything about themselves. Also because I rather vent stuff in rather than bothering everyone close to me online about it. But I feel like making an exception just this once because this is actually about my tumblr blog.

So on my blog I've been doing all kinds of stuff over the past few years, artworks (both digital and traditional), text post, memes, incorrect quotes, and so on. And don't get me wrong I enjoyed it, I was happy with it, but in recent times I really feel like I've done nothing but make some low effort garbage that people only viewed or liked out of pity and nothing else. I feel like I've slowly changed from a someone eager to share their love and interest for their favorite fandoms to an annoying little shithead that won't stop yapping about anything (be it headcanons, AUs, ships) regarding their fandoms.

Especially when the stuff they waffle about aren't even as good as to what other people do. Artwork? everyone else had done better artwork of their favorite hyperfixations, character fanart, ship fanart, you name it? then it's guaranteed that everyone else done it better. Text post? everyone has made ones that are much better than mine, some even I based or took inspiration from (which is pretty much stealing I think). Memes or meme redraws? again mine looks like something out of the early 2000s compared to others. Incorrect quotes? god I can't believe that these are what I started with and are what 90% of my blog is about, yet I can't even get them right or being good at least. And those are just the basics, picture this people usually make artwork to show their love towards something they like and usually show others why they like or spread the popularity of their favorite thing, well guess who fucking sucks at that aspect as well? Showing my love towards my favorite fandom though artwork or text or quotes? awful at it, you would think I was young kid who just got introduced to them, trying to increase the popularity of an otherwise underrated or unknown fandom of mine? suck at it, just showing an image of them would've done a better job promoting each series, what about trying to seem like an active fan and participating in trends or events within the fandom? well me not being able to follow an 'art week' thing and being late to a redraw trend should be a clear sign as to how that goes.

And that's the reason why I wanna end myself I've been feeling so terrible about myself lately, I feel like trash about not being able to do the stuff I wanted to do whether it's artwork, text post, or even interacting with others.

In terms of artwork and meme redraws I just wanna see my vision come to life be that in the artstyle, the position/posing, or look/quality, but I can't due to limitations and whatnot. That's why I'm always eager to see art from others, but I know everyone's got other things to worry about, it's also why I feel like an absolute leecher whenever I ask or even request any of my artist mutuals anything their art is so much better than mine and I hate how I couldn't even mimick a fraction of their quality. It just makes me feel sick that I considered myself the same to them, I have done nothing worthy like them yet I always try to fit in as an 'artist' among actual real ones.

In terms of text post and incorrect quotes, I don't even know why any of you liked those, or even reblogging them. I've seen people put genuine care and effort into their headcanons, AUs, fanfics, even incorrect quotes and yet here I am saying the dumbest ideas and thoughts ever. Not only are they so bad, so low effort, and so braindead to read for any rational human being, but they are just so not funny, like at all like please fucking make it stop, I mean from what you'd probably seen on others you'd at least expect me to be another one of those it's so bad it's funny kind of stuff, but no, I just keep making dishwasher slop over and over and people are liking them, why? why are you all doing this to yourselves? you'd have a better time watching the series my stuff is about than liking and reblogging it.

Again, this is really something I've kept hidden and I've only now talked about with one of my mutuals, but I feel the need to make this just so I can say from the bottom of my heart:

I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I've said. I'm sorry for everything I've done, I don't care if they're good, bad, neutral, or means nothing at all. I'm sorry I couldn't done more or better. I'm sorry to all my mutuals and friends. I'm sorry that I'm broken, I couldn't be fixed. I'm just...I'm sorry that I exist here.

Please just let me be in pain alone...

[dwarfsized]

author quastions

tagged by my beloved @aevallare i love you. mwah mwah mwah

When did you start writing?

I've been telling stories since forever. I have notebooks upon notebooks, going back to when my handwriting was illegibly terrible, with stories that were also. terrible. but baby leetle was trying. and bigger leetle is still trying.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I think i wouldn't want to try writing a pure sci-fi story? and i love reading those.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

uh maybe Mary Oliver, the poet? i come back to her work over and over again. I also love Tamsyn Muir's blend of absurdism and gut-punch. I'd be very happy if someone compared me to either, but I try to just be myself when I write.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I write in my living room on my laptop, curled up like a shrimp on the couch. this is bad for my back (and the rest of my body) but if i sat Correctly i think i'd die.

I also write on my phone Whenever and Wherever i have an idea.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

:') go do stuff. read books and poetry, watch movies, take a walk, see your friends, go to a new grocery store, experience something. you can't pour from an empty pitcher, and you can't write when you have nothing in the tank. At least, *I* can't write.

If you just want to be putting words down every day, you can also try having multiple projects. This wont mean that any of them get finished. But you'll be able to pick and choose what you work on and possibly muster up creative zest for something on any given day if you have several irons in the fire.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

That you will change and you can't do anything about it. That you can't go back, not really. That everyone is working with their own information and biases and that fucks things up, even when they mean well.

The one that surprised me was "looking for a sense of belonging" because, hey. Can I stop putting that in stuff, please.

What is your reason for writing?

Because I have to. I have no other choice. The stories have to come out.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

All comments rule but there's something really special about ones that quote something from the fic that they liked in particular.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

"wow she's really a freak about this concept huh (affectionate)"

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

i think my internal monologue rules and i think about worldbuilding a lot

How do you feel about your own writing?

i like it. i can see the cracks but when i put something out there for people to read, ive really worked hard on it. I'm proud of the effort i put in.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

mostly its about what i want to write, because i cant stay motivated otherwise, but things like troubled thoughts that are love letters to people (hi alex) are total joys. that was so fucking fun. cant wait to finish parts 2 and 3. :)

i tag @mutualcombat and @again-please and @lyzelky and @kittenintheden and @septemberskye sorry if you've been tagged already im in a con vortex rn

[sublieu]

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮

✖- this is a continuation of my previous smutty friday fic. For more context I suggest reading it first. - 【sublieu】

wc - 1.0k words

cw - Interspecies, biting, overstim, marking, [semi] ABO dynamics, humping, unprotected seggs, blood [mentioned], [semi?] dirty talk, begging [mentioned]

ref - ⚉ ⚆ ⚇

moots - @yellowaxol @mortal-mayhem @zmzsnakes

music - Get You/ Daniel Caesar, Kali Uchis

copyright: "All quotes, wording and editing belong to ©sublieu 2022; Do not attempt to claim, steal or copy this post as your own"

"They're not gonna believe me after this" He groans and starts his car before driving off. He may have to come over sometime...Probably every other day.

And so he did, every other day or when he's not busy he comes around. Which was typically every few weeks rather than days, but you were happy that he came back after that incident. From watching you create helper bots to huddling with you to watch tv, things were going great.

Until it came again, a few days before you expected time and whilst Redson was still here. You hid away from him for days until he forced himself into entering your home, not really knowing what he's putting himself into until he caught whiff of your sugary sweet smell and putting two and two together before you could attack him again; Holding you back and keeping his eyes closed as he tries to reason with you to no avail.

Your tail slowly starts to wrap around his legs as you gained more strength until he forces your head upwards and bites on your neck in a quick maneuver. Making you stop in your tracks and go limp the rougher he bites on your neck as his teeth were right near your scent gland and lie down on his shoulder as your tail rattled, His clothes were slightly tatter but he could fix it back anytime.

The way how he stares away and tries to process what exactly was happening he heard you start purring and huddling closer to him, still in your dazed trance to be bred as your hands started taking off his clothes.

"Hey easy now, remember I'm unprotected." "I don't care~"

You purr against his neck as your tongue trailed up to his ear before kissing it, gently pulling him down to your carpet as he grabs your butt. Leaving kiss marks and hickeys all the way to his chest, giggling when he lifts your shirt up to touch your boobs; His hands trailing ever so closely to your pussy.

Until he stands up with you in hand and lifts you up, his pressing in between your legs and pressing right on your clit, moaning about how warm and slick it feels from just the outside alone. So desperate to put it in, but refusing out of fear that you could be pregnant, his hip thrusting in between your warm, squishy legs; Wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself.

"There we go, see was this so hard hm?" He whispers to you, if only you had legs you would've collapsed already from just his dirty talk alone. Trailing his hands down your body, whispering how he loves every part and curve on your body, from your stretchmarks to your face; It was as if the world stopped and it was just you and him, alone and enamored with each other.

You couldn't help but whimper and beg 'please', 'I need this please Redson', but he only coos you down and hushes you quietly by rubbing faster, giving you the feeling you so desperately wanted and thanking him as your tail rattled happily against his leg. Thanking him by kissing him even deeper.

He couldn't help but chuckle in the kiss the longer it got, to the point where your hands couldn't detangle from his hair as wet, sloppy kisses left a drooling mess on your chest. Now sitting you down on your coffee table and putting your tail over his shoulder as he rubs even harder, His hair acting as a curtain and covering you as you held onto anything close by. His rubbing feeling too good to even register it as fucking as a tear slipped from your eyes; Your hands now wrapping around his neck again as you shared a final kiss before cumming on his cock. Your juices coating and leaking your back and onto the table.

But he doesn't stop, if anything he goes even faster and coaxing you to cum even more whilst being extremely sensitive. You nails digging into his back to the point where it was bleeding, but he couldn't care as he was trying to cum himself; Putting a leg up on your coffee table and near your chest, his cock throbbing harshly at the speed he was going.

His har lit aflame and his leg pressing so hard against the table you could heard the wood breaking. But you didn't care, not when you wanted another release. Your eyes starting the change color into a drippy, hazy effect as your mind was starting to fog.

Till he finally cums, most of it landing on your stomach and just a little under your breasts as you came again and sunk your nails deeper inside his back as you came again before slowly going to sleep. Your hands going limp as he lifts you off the table right when it broke.

"Well damn." He mutters and hears his phone ringing and looks on the caller id to identify who it was. Groaning when he saw Mei's face pop up on the scree and putting you down on the couch before answering.

"WHERE ARE YOU?! WE HAVE ANOTHER SITUATION WITH THE PI-HEY PUT IT BACK!"

She starts and cusses off the random monster touching her stuff. He scratches he head and shows her the marks on his neck to explain better. Not wanting to explain through his lips.

"Damn she did a number on you! anyways are you free now or nah cus we can call up Wukong to help?"

"Yea I'm kinda busy at the moment, I'll come over when I'm done" "Aight hurry up! I need my belt for this thing." She hangs up and he pretty much imagines what she'll be doing with her belt and cringing out how much pain the thing'll be in. Looking back and carrying you to your bed and cleaning you up before putting you to rest and lighting a cig. Trying so hard to ignore the extreme pain his back was in.

©sublieu 2022; All Rights Reserved

[asttyx]

It was Mahogany Wood and Fresh Apples (Oneshot)

"If the two of you were the last ones to live, would you dance the waltz with him?"

It was funny, you've never even considered it.

It was the last summer before your classes would start, you would be going back to your parent's house for a nice chat and dinner, possibly getting them something in exchange for the times you were absent. They missed you, you missed them more.

You look at Hermione with her bushy hair framing her face. You always thought that she looked like a bear, all fuzzy and soft. To you, at least.

"Who's him?" You laughed jokingly. She rolled her eyes as if your question was snarky.

"Oh please, be real for a minute. It's just a lovely quote to repeat." She sighs, leaning on the tree trunk that has seen you both grow. "I suggest you stop reading that book, it's doing things to your mind." You pointed at her and she laughed like you were the crazier one.

You rolled over, looking at her, for a minute you felt dizzy but maybe it was just the mahogany wood surrounding you. You don't like the particularly strong smell.

"Who was it again? I forgot?" You looked over her, hair spiked in all directions, she couldn't help but reach over to you as she fixed it.

"Who was what?" She raised an eyebrow cheekily. You were about to wipe that smirk off her face.

"Was it Von Parsley? Oh no, I'm pretty sure it starts with an R. Ron Parsley, then? Oh wait, I think I got it. Ron Weasel?" She turned bright red at the name as she hid her face.

"How do you know him?" She hid her embarrassment with a book. It was an okay attempt but little did she know you could see the redness of her ears.

"You talk about him, like a lot." It was like chanting the bible, Harry Pottery and Ron Weasel were the names that would casually roll over her tongue. "I do not!" She claimed, but with a little smile on her face. "And it's Weasley, not Weasel, thank you very much."

You puffed at what she said but just shrugged. You slightly sat beside her, leaning over the trunk as you put your head on her shoulder, leaning slightly. "What are you reading, anyway?"

Eyebrows furrowed when she automatically closed the book to which you shot an offended look. "Nothing, just a really cool book."

You sighed, sitting slightly straighter than before. It was no use getting things out of her, she's always been persistent. It had been like that the moment she came back from her private boarding school.

"You can always come back here, Mione. The teachers miss you like crazy that they've been pumping things out of me." You sighed.

No response.

She looked away from your comment, it was clear that she wasn't happy about your suggestion.

"Or not." You added jokingly to ease what she was feeling. "You could just chase after Ron Weasel over there." This time surely, she faced you to hit you in your arm. A big smile plastered over her face.

"That prat is totally not my type! I do not have a crush on him!"

"Whoa there, Mione. You should just relax." You raised both hands and nodded, looking straight at her like her words and invalid. "Say that to his face when you get to his house, now will you?"

The girl made sure to stab you directly in the chest with a knife using only her eyes, you threw both hands up in the air. It was honestly fun messing with her. "Your words, not mine."

She rolled her eyes, opening the book once more. You leaned over as you saw the contents, none of it registered to you. Unfamiliar pages loitered with elegant black cursive that hurt your eyes, it barely made sense.

Then again, you were best friends with the weird kid. Maybe all these things are those you find endearing as you grew up with her. You put your head on her shoulder once again. The wind was growing stronger with every passing minute and it was almost perfect for you to just fall asleep.

"I just realized none of the teachers liked me." You started, she just kept quiet. A sign she was listening, and never made any comments when it came to you talking.

"I wasn't smart like you, I am also definitely not popular. I'm not appealing, my family isn't rich, I don't have many friends, I don't get invited to many events." You sighed. "Maybe because they like you, Mione, they learned to talk to me." You sighed, she took your hands and massaged your outer palm. "Don't be hard on yourself. It wasn't because of me, maybe, they generally don't like people like us."

She laughed when she saw you cling to her even further, "Maybe you would've liked it when you were in my school." She said.

"But I like it here." The neighborhood you grew up in, was chilly for a summer. Yet, the lemonade stand didn't fail to always set up across their lawn.

"Yes, that's why." She reasoned.

__________

"Why do you keep a perfectly carved stick in your closet?" You ask, taking out the stick you saw as you helped her pack for the next school year.

Panic flashed in her eyes like she bolted up in her bed shouting, "Give me that!" and the next thing you know is that she was stuffing the stick in her pocket.

Her odd behavior matched the randomness of all the things you've been dealing with for the past four years. "You don't have to be so rough about it, it's just a stick." You sighed. But maybe it wasn't. You know, the thing about Hermione is that she holds a lot of sentimental value on random things that you might consider her hoarding most of those things in her closet, even her bathroom cabinet is not safe from those.

Of course, she didn't reply. Nothing to be mad about, never mad at you. Although, you kind of wished she was. You never know the things that would piss her off, that was because she never took her anger out of you.

"I used to have a rose I received from Sam. But it wilted." You said, like then again, she didn't say anything back. You could see her folding the clothes she would need for the next school year, it's as if she lives there.

"I used to like Sam, remember?" You smiled, lightening up and she nodded. "Yeah. I remember." Just like that, she was back to her usual self again.

"I don't want to be bothered, Mione." You looked down at the frames hanging up on Hermione's bedroom wall, a few with her parents but most of them made up of you and her growing up. How could you not? You remember the day she knocked out your teeth in the playground, that was the first time you both met. "But I'm not magic."

She stopped to look at you, her hands frozen solid and she had no intentions of stopping to fold her clothes back again. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know what's going on in your mind. I'm not a mind reader, Mione. I know that you don't want me to be but I just hate it when you disregard things that I have said. Why don't you get mad at me?"

She relaxed and looked at you. Maybe it was because of the way you said it or maybe you did not push it any further but she was relieved and you didn't have to know. You wouldn't understand why she was internally freaking out over your choice of words.

"Tell me something I didn't know." And she knew, maybe, just maybe this is the last time she'd ever get to spend a nice summer with you. It wasn't about you being ready, she never planned to tell you anything. It was her.

"Promise not to tell anyone?"

"What?"

"Swear on it." She looked at you so seriously, never before did you see her shaken and confused.

"I swear." You nodded, this time, you know you are supposed to go sit in her bed. So you did.

The girl was maybe hyperventilating, you almost regret pushing her to speak up with her emotions. Almost. It was a treat, but you know you don't have to push her like that, but there was this urge telling you that maybe this might be the only chance.

She stood up to kneel in front of you, she shouldn't have, but she did anyway. She took both your hands in hers and breathed, seeking comfort and you tried to match her rhythm.

"I'm a witch." She breathed, closing both her eyes to look at your reaction. No words, you just looked at her. No questions, you believe her, and it was all there to say.

"How?" You shake your head. "Magic." Like the fairytales that were read to you ever so often that you normalize it as a bedtime story? It is much more darker and you looked at her without asking anymore. "I believe you, Mione."

__________

You were never a fan of thrill, you didn't expect you'd go through a wall. On your second attempt at that, Hermoine had you on a pep talk about believing and all, that's what you did, and got your head badly collided on the wall. You had to bid her goodbye and her parents came as well.

There weren't that many people in the area, and Hermione was one of the few to go early. She said that it was something about Von Weasel and the Quidditch World Cup. Not that you know what that is considering you have little to no idea what was happening.

As soon as a Jacobite steam train appeared, Hermione had to bid you all goodbye. She told you it wasn't her usual route to the Weasels and had to take an alternative but she wanted you to bid her goodbye as she boarded the Hogwarts Express. She told you that it was special, you didn't want to take her moment with her parents away though. She would miss them like crazy, but she would always insist that she had a feeling this time, it was really special. You took her word for it.

You bid her goodbye and blew kisses as she waved her hands out the window. The train was almost leaving, it didn't fill up like you thought it would. Maybe Hermione was just early. It wasn't busy like you thought, but there were multiple 11-12-year-olds running around, like the first time your best friend told you that she got admitted to her 'private boarding school'. You thought it was funny how she managed to make up excuses all the time.

Now you're not too sure how you'd get by a day without thinking of all these, sadly, you aren't the few gifted ones who are born to do things like Hermione would. Surely, your parents have high hopes for you and you'll eventually need to seriously move back to your private boarding school in less than a week. With the stupidly strict uniform and teachers who only talk to you when needed.

You had to go, the train left. You looked back at Hermione's parents as they made their way back to the wall, they expected you to follow. That you would, but stopped in your tracks once a figure stopped you midway. Far across you, a boy with platinum blonde hair was wearing black formal clothes. You didn't know why but you thought he looked fine. Handsome even, it was outrageous, you never go googly-eyes for a stranger. Hermione would've laughed if she saw you.

He was alluring, you thought that maybe he was a wizard, perhaps the same age as you are? Does he know Hermione? You thought of a million reasons why you are unable to move and follow back Hermione's parents.

The guy was alone, he had a cart though. You wondered why he didn't get on the train that Hermione took, it was strange, maybe he'd take the other? How badly it is that you want to strike up a conversation, you know you weren't like this. Not with Sam at least.

And you saw him sigh, go by a distant chair, and sit. He started tapping his foot, like waiting for someone and it was like he was always annoyed. It was perplexing to see, and you knew you had to take one step closer.

He noticed you, with a frown on his face. He was about to make a snarky comment but debated whether to actually say it, instead, scooted over for you to sit down on the other side. You wanted to say something, really. But didn't dare to actually come up with words. You knew you were shy and awkward, you just hoped it wasn't for this moment that could ruin you for next years to come.

He was your type, of course he is. Formal dressed, well-kept hair, and you turn to look at him, startled to see he is looking back at you.

Silence.

The way your heart jumped with dopamine.

He didn't say anything back, but the snarl in his face disappeared. He observed you, without malice no, not with judgment. He wasn't criticizing you at all and all you wanted to be in that moment was something he was looking at like a treat in his eyes.

Let that come true.

He has the clearest grey eyes you have seen. Draws you like a whirlpool but all you have to do is make a move, perhaps a simple 'Hi' would suffice. You shifted uncomfortably but you managed to throw him a small smile.

So much like Hermione, he didn't return the favor. But you saw the way his tensed shoulders dropped and eyes softened. He was about to say something when-

"It's time to go," A deep slurred voice distracts you as you look up to see someone with long platinum blond hair standing, eyeing the boy who immediately stood up. "Yes, father."

You heard him say, his voice never clearer on your ears like water, you were bewitched. At that moment, you thought of how badly you wanted to waltz with him. But he stood up and looked at you quickly before the expression of annoyance crept back to his face before walking away.

You saw the guy beside him throw you a sharp glare muttering something along the lines of 'muggles' like it was something disgusting. You sat there completely unaware of how everything in your head did not play the way you wanted.

You didn't get to ask for his name, he was about to say something too. But you remember so clearly the distinct smell of Mahogany Wood and Fresh apples. You liked it.

You jolted as you heard your name being called from the distance, you almost forgot about it. You hurriedly stood up with a smile on your face, following the voice as you said you were sorry that you got sidetracked along the way.

Maybe next year you'll see him and get to ask for his name. Maybe he thought the same. You were ecstatic. Maybe he did.

You weren't able to come. Hermione didn't invite you to send her off.

IThat next year, he waited in the same spot but you never came.

[asherlockstudy]

I'm so happy you've responded.. i was kinda afraid that maybe i've said too much.. But i'm happy that you told and shared some of your own worries as well.. But i just wanted to say that i really didn't mean to invalidate all your emotions about them and the mental effort you've put into their connection for years and years.. and i"ll also say that i'm a relatively new fan, so i don't know as much as you. but i've fell in love with their story and started consuming so much of their content becuse of it. And i just can't deny the gravitational pull thay have towards each other.. But what you said about your theory on their scripted content( which i've read all of them) i do see that their is a theme there, i don't really know for sure what it is, but it's not imposable for you to have guessed it perfectly right.. and i don't think it's a coincidence that they always come back to it, knowing how much time and effort they put into it, and how much of over thinkers thay both are. also the "we don't know if people reacted to it in the way we wanted them to" thing they've said.. so it's not by luck, their is a message that they want to send. And as you said, time well tell.

And btw, i also LOVED their old content, for the reasons you've mentioned .. there was somthing so different in there eyes (like they wanted to just.. jump on each other but they can't.. i'm gonna die-😳) especially rhett's lookes he was crazy..( i do see it in his eyes btw, that hunger.. tell this day)

Anayway thank you for listening to me, and hopefully in the future we will find out exactly what they're trying to tell us.. just don't ever stop posting and sharing your thoughts with us, becuse not just me, But so many other people from this fandom love to hear it😊 (Btw the thing you've mentioned about "only blue eyes can look at rhett" if you can link that intervew or just tell me the name please..i just love these moments, where the accidentally say too much, even if they don't SAY much..)

Thank you for being supportive and understanding!

Ahhhrgh you shouldn't remind me how thirsty Rhett was so vividly, now you made me wanna go back and watch all the old seasons ahahaha

The interview with the blue eyes quote is this one

The significant part starts at 5:02 and ends at 6:16.

[randomartistherelol]

incorrect quotes with VERY specific characters because why not

Rayman: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

Rayman: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly. Peppino: Why not? Rayman: Because I don't know what they mean.

Peppino: Just be careful, Rayman! Rayman: heading out the door I'm always careful, Peppino! Rayman: It's everything around me that's careless.

Peppino: I don’t have anything against you, but I can make up lots of reasons to attack you!!

Peppino: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

Peppino: I'm gonna get my pilot's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses. Baldi: The big five licenses? Peppino: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

Rayman: Hey besties- Baldi: Die. Rayman: What did I do to you-

Rayman: Baldi, we need that! Baldi, holding Peppino over a trash can: Nope. Rayman: Gimme it— Baldi: It’s garbage.

Rayman: Now, Peppino, all of us are doing this because we care about you, okay? Baldi: Except for me. I just wanted to see the look on your face.

Baldi: Happy Scorpio season. If you have to burn a bridge, do it safely! Rayman: With NAPALM.

Peppino is casually searching around the room Rayman: Hey Peppino, what’re you looking for? Peppino: My will to live. Blue walks into the room Peppino: Oh, there it is.

Baldi: What do we say when life disappoints us? Peppino: Called it! Baldi: No.

Rayman, talking about Blue: Is this a friend of yours, Baldi? Baldi: Kind of? Not really. They're in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

Baldi: How do you want your coffee? Rayman: Black, like my soul. Baldi: Baldi: Rayman, your soul is a latte.

Blue: I have been tricked, I have been backstabbed, and I have quite possibly been bamboozled.

Baldi, teaching Rayman to drive: Okay Rayman, what does a green light mean? Rayman: Go! Baldi: A red light? Rayman: Stop! Baldi: And what about a yellow light? Rayman: If you floor it, you can make it! Baldi: …No—

Rayman, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? Blue: It means like in hand-to-hand combat. Rayman: Ohhhh- Peppino: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

Rayman: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup? Peppino: The afterlife, I guess.

Peppino: You seem familiar… have I threatened you before?

Blue: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Peppino: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Rayman: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong? Peppino: Yeah, I have. Rayman: Have you heard of Cole’s law? Peppino: Is this a joke about coleslaw? Rayman: …maybe.

Peppino: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avacodos get six. Blue, coming back from the store with six cartons of milk: They had avacados!

Rayman: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. Peppino: I will politely decline.

Rayman: Watcha doin? Blue: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. Rayman: Scandalous. Rayman: Can I help?

Baldi: What’s your greatest weakness? Rayman: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics. Baldi: Could you give an example? Rayman: Yes, I could.

Peppino: I hope you have an explanation for this. Rayman: We have three, actually! Blue: Pick your favorite.

Baldi: School appropriate questions. Rayman: What was the lowest point in your life?

Rayman: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours! Blue: Six? I only got three! Baldi: You guys got sleep? Peppino, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

Blue: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products! Blue: sprays hairspray in their mouth Blue: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.

Rayman: Peppino, you were so wasted last night. Peppino: I wasn't that drunk! Rayman: …You called a taxi home. Peppino: Yeah! It's called being responsible! Rayman: The party was at your house. Peppino: …Crap.

Baldi, to Rayman: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

[doverstar]

Usually I'm not one to comment on fics I read but- you said you liked reading opinions, and I have many thoughts about it in my head right now |･･๑)

I discovered LAR from a fanart here on tumblr few days ago- I must say the idea of Rose and Eleven never crossed my mind before, and this fic opened that window in my head XD

I got to reading it then and have been reading it all through the few bits of free time I've had, past few days. I reached and finished chapter 11 yesterday, and god. I'm in love with all of it

I want to start by saying your characterization of all the characters is marvellous. Rose with Jackie and Pete at the mansion, Rory and Amy living in the apartment with Will. You make all of it feel very familiar and lovely, very domestic in their own flavour— and I love domestic. There's also the way the narrator voice plays along with that, with the characters and their own dynamics. It kept feeling like Jackie's very own characteristic voice pitch was there written in those words, or the way Amy's scot-ness fills the room, and also how Will's frequent awkwardness dripped through the sentences and pauses themselves. It felt like everything was a tad bit funnier whenever Rory was present, a feeling I also got from the show, and I am immeasurably happy to see that essence expressed so well again 🤲

Secondly. Will. You made him so easy to love I can almost miss him already— and I admittedly can't stop thinking about the people he knew in this universe that will miss him too :(. I seemingly fell in love with him very early on and ended up sympathising with him quite a bit. He is truly just a little bean, and I'm still not recovering from the confusion and pain he had to go through there in the last few chapters (amazingly written, made my heart crumble a lil.)

And then- the way it's empathised all of the carrying on Rose had to do since the Doctor left her here, all of the mental backflips she's been going through, and all of the carrying on she continues to do, even with Will, even with all of it. But, the way she looks at him now that she knows (it was worth it, perhaps), and how she realizes how much new information she's gonna have to take in of him— and vice versa. Honorary mention to his "Your hair is different. Is it longer?", because it still does make me smile xD

My friend has been listening to me ramble about this almost nonstop, our DMs are filled with screenshots and quotes (and keysmashes as frantic screaming from me, very frequently). Even I am surprised at the amount of things I've annotated and all the quotes I've written down. Seriously, it's delightful.

Thank you immensely for bringing this story to us 🤍

The way a slow smile just came right up on my face and kept getting bigger until my eyes hurt, reading this -

That fanart you're talking about is by @milkbanjo and everyone should follow that account and applaud all of @milkbanjo's art! Not just LAR-related pieces. Because it's so good and I love it and I will be watching for more. I'm so pleased you decided to Ask me and tell me all of this! I would encourage you to comment whenever you like something you're reading; it's such an inspiration and this made my day to read. I was going for a domestic feel without making it an intentionally-domestic fanfic, so I'm relieved you can feel the domesticity. I tried to give it the same sensation watching any scene on Earth in RTD's era (specifically scenes with Jackie Tyler herself in them) of the show gave me. There's something in all the low-budget, early-2000's of it that is really comforting to me. I wanted to try to put in the same comfort without making it that well-loved "oh and now they're cooking together and don't you feel cozy?" contrivance. (No shame in that, just not the point of my story! Didn't want to drown it in that warm milk. Too much warm milk makes me nauseous.) They're just people living lives, I wanted to show that in between the adventure scenes. Doctor Who really needs that sometimes! In my Nobody opinion.

I too think everything is funnier when Rory is in the room! I too find Amy the sort of personality to fill a space. And you just have no idea how much I loved writing for Will. I almost neglected the other characters in favor of the human version of the eleventh incarnation of that man. I have so much insane (new this year?) affection for Eleven. I hope it wasn't too obvious that I think he's the sweetest and want to hug him (I have actually met Matt Smith and got to hug him and let me tell you, he gives good hugs! but I admit Peter Capaldi's hug was even better-). Will is the second-closest I've gotten to hugging the eleventh. What a doll. I could go on about Eleven but I will cap the gushing by saying he is the Doctor every quiz has ever said I would get along with best and I scoffed at that till this past year, oh how time and age changes our taste buds - Your thoughts on Rose and her perspective in my fic and your enjoyment of the Doctor's "your hair is different" line makes me grin ever wider. You get it! *big sigh of relief* I love that you and your friend get to enjoy it like that! Would be interested to know which quotes you favor most, but this comment alone is more than enough for me to draw upon when in need of motivation; thank you for it! You are so welcome, and thank you for taking the time to read what I wrote and let me know what you thought. <3

[citizenn]

The sims 4 players that are like "erm there was actually never supposed to be a sims 5, project rene was never gonna be the sims 5 and you guys shouldve known better, try being more literate, use your noodle :/" are so pretentious. For transparency's sake, I am vagueposting about a very specific individual, I do not care if they see this or not, I need to get this rant out one way or another. If you see this, you know exactly who you are because I'm quoting your silly little "use your noodle" bs.

Before I get into screenshots that come straight from EA articles (the source material this individual insisted nobody had read), I found a job listing on Glassdoor in which Maxis calls Project Rene their next-generation game:

source

That feels pretty damning by itself. I don't know if the person I'm vagueposting about knows, but The Sims 4 does not run on Unreal Engine 5. It runs on "SmartSim." So if the cope is supposed to be "Project Rene is actually a total engine replacement and not The Sims 5" then sure, but they do outright call it their next-generation game, so I don't know what to tell you.

source (their article "Behind The Sims Community Stream Episode 2")

It should be noted that their article for episode 1 results in a 404 error message. They took it down. I would've loved to reference it here.

source (this is the recent article they released causing all of this, ironically called "Project Rene: Playtesting the Next Generation of The Sims")

The EA article screenshots say "the next evolution of The Sims," "alongside other new projects within The Sims franchise," "we'll continue to share more information on the game's development."

Goodness gracious, if I use any amount of my information literacy and my noodle especially, and if I asked any human being that has played video games as extensively as I assume we both have, referring to a project as "next-gen" and "the next evolution in the franchise" absolutely means "we're making a new game." If I walk up to a borderlands fan and say "are you excited about the next generation in the borderlands franchise?" like I'm a weird shareholder, they're gonna say yeah borderlands 4 is coming out, that's pretty cool.

Again, you're saying "they never said they're working on The Sims 5, they're working on Project Rene." I'm not even going to get into the Project Olympus being THE CODENAME for The Sims 4. Do you know what a codename is? Have you played any other game or watched any movie where, during its development, was referred to internally by a codename?

"this is on the people who can't be bothered to read a stupid article." After rereading those articles that I had already read in the first place, I do not see your point. Maybe I'm illiterate. Aside from all of this, is it really completely unbelievable to you that a game development company decided to pivot on their plans? Please, be smart. It's EA. You even say they're deserving of the flak they're getting.

You are just happy that the $1200+ you spent on the game isn't "going to waste" which is already such a stupid statement because its not like releasing The Sims 5 would kill 4. As if people stopped playing The Sims 3, 2, and 1. Your saves are going to be there still. It's not going away, it's not gonna run away from you when the number 5 gets put in front of the name.

[morningstar-chronicles]

Hi, Maddie! I hope you're having a lovely day! Thank you for conducting free readings. I'd like to request for one, please.

Question: What will my future husband find funny/entertaining about my personality?

Your work, time, and efforts are highly appreciated! Please be well and safe.

- Maryel 🌼

hello friend! please excuse the amount of time this took 💀. here is your spread:

while shuffling i picked up on a cooler colour palette in terms of energies (light blue, indigo, spring green, lavender) which indicates ??

also my phone would NOT stop going off during this reading to the point where i had to put it elsewhere so it would stop distracting me so do with that information what you will. also the cards spilled everywhere so someone has a lot to say here.

getting the distinct feeling that i should start with the oracle cards (which you got a million of, by the way) for this reading, so i guess i'll do that??

NOTE: i'm not gonna lie to you, i asked the cards the wrongass question, but i really don't want to reshuffle 💀. i asked what your future partner would find attractive/endearing about your personality, or what they appreciate about you. so, while not quite the question you asked, i hope you enjoy the reading nonetheless.

queen of hearts - heart-minded, benevolence, warning. i'm getting that you're a very empathetic person and that this person is really receptive and appreciative of the way you're able to look after them.

selfhood - farsightedness, transmutation, expansion. wow okay maryel slay! you're also able to prepare for any outcome, and your future work/academic life is thriving. you're a very street-smart person, and you handle situations elegantly and swiftly.

the jewel in the lotus - release, abundance, balance. you're very attentive with a good work-life balance. you're kind of slaying honestly?? you've got your shit HANDLED.

the saviour - trust, protection, self-sufficiency. they admire that you're a very independent person and that you can handle yourself. to be so completely honest with you, you don't need this person to thrive. but they seem very grateful that you let them stick around anyways.

the shapeshifter - perspective, challenge, medicine. represents a dualistic nature, or adaptability. the phrase "as above, so below" appears in the tarot book for this card, which i only mention -not because it's a bible quote- but because it reminds me of the welcome home ARG. in the most backwards way possible, i think spirit is trying to tell me that you feel like home to this person. or maybe you just enjoy ARGs, who knows. i did mention that you were an intellectual

two of swords (reversed) - indecision, avoidance, blocked emotion. i got kind of a sad vibe here aw :( okay, the way i interpreted this card in this context was that this person does think you can be a bit avoidant when it comes to love sometimes, but they're happy to have something they can help you with. to this person, you just seem so perfect and out of their league that they almost need you to have some kind of reason to need them. they seem really scared that one day you won't want them, and you'll up and leave.

MY PHONE WILL NOT STOP DINGING I CAN HEAR IT ACROSS THE ROOM. this is a sign. this person is singing you nothing but praises i swear. they have a million things to say and they will not let me get a word in edgewise.

seven of pentacles (reversed) - delayed success, slowing down, feeling unmotivated. in conjunction with the three of wands (which is down a couple paragraphs) i'm thinking that maybe this person thinks the only downside about you is how long they have to wait before they get to be with you. the seven of pentacles in reverse implies all good things, but that they come a lot later than originally anticipated, which makes me think that maybe this connection is still a while off.

two of pentacles - juggling, disorganization, feeling scattered. i'm seeing that though most people might find messiness or disorganization to be a negative quality your person thinks this aspect of you is very endearing and cute aw <3

death (reversed) - resistance, being stuck, bad habits. in conjunction with the last card i'm getting that this person wants you to know that your flaws are loved too <3. this person loves you wholly, both good and bad.

three of wands - peace, waiting period, vision. i'm hearing "you were worth the wait" so maybe you meet this person later in life, or you don't start dating them until later or life, or maybe there's even some kind of reason that you don't get married until later in life, but this person truly loves you and believes that everything leading up to these moments is worth it in the end.

NOT PICTURED: i found the emperor card on my floor several days after i first drew for this reading while i was interpreting. at first i thought it wasn't connected to this reading at all, but my cousin (also a tarot witch) pointed out that it likely had to do with my last reading so i'm taking it.

the emperor - structure, authority, discipline. you're definitely in charge in this relationship. that's where i think i'm going to leave that.

[liminalpebble]

Eddies Education: Chapter 24

CW: This chapter contains horror-typical violence and death, also mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion and minors DNI.

Masterlist link

Chapter 24

In the a back corner of the community hall, the group rolled out a map of Hawkins and fenced it in with their plated-up Thanksgiving dinners. Between bites of turkey and green bean casserole they discussed which areas might be Vecna's nest in upside-down Hawkins; circling the locations of every known pond, swimming pool, or cistern in red pen. Though they worked off of Leia's hypothesis about water, Leia herself had to be exiled to a smaller lounge with headphones on.

She understood, of course, that it would be much too risky for her to help them plan and to know their next steps if Vecna could reach into her mind so easily, but she hated feeling stuck and anxious. She sprawled across the little musty-smelling couch between the pinball machines, legs and head draped over the armrests. She nodded along with David Byrne's quirky fragile voice as he sang This Must Be the Place, and tapped her heels against the side of love seat. She shut her eyes tightly, and held her arms, trying to calm herself as he crooned:

...I'm just an animal looking for a home. Share the same space for a minute or two. And you love me till my heart stops. Love me 'til I'm dead. Eyes that light up, eyes look through you. Cover up the blank spots. Hit me on the head...

Leia felt a little stroke over her cascade of hair where it hung off the sofa, and a kiss on her forehead. “Hey Rapunzel, you hungry? Scoot over.”

Eddie set out two TV trays and set two heavily loaded plates on each one. “Thank you, scoundrel,” she said kissing him on the cheek. “How's it going in there?”

“Hrmm...I uh...I guess I can't really tell you.”

“Right...sorry...I keep forgetting. This is all so weird,” she said, spearing a piece of casserole.

“Hey,” Eddie soothed, putting his free arm around her, “It'll be okay.”

“I hope so. But we just don't know that, do we?”

“Never tell me the odds, Princess. I have to hope and try, no matter how much I fail, and let me tell you. I've failed a lot in my life. I failed senior year three times, for fuck sake.”

She chuckled at that, almost spitting out a gulp of wine. He continued, “But, it all turned out okay. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have met you...the best thing that ever happened to me. So...” he said, lifting his own little plastic wine glass to make a toast, “here's to our love. 'May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out', fair lady.”

She grabbed his face and kissed him. “I love you, you sweet precious sentimental dork.”

He laughed. “What? Doesn't quoting Tolkien get all hot and bothered?”

She elbowed him, and he tussled her hair while he scooped up a dollop of mashed potatoes.

Leia stared down at her food, pushing the last of it around in thought, digging little shapes into her cranberry sauce. “What, princess?”

“Just, these moments,” she said, shaking her head. “These moments with you are so perfect and happy and for a second I forget about everything hanging over us.”

Eddie's deep soulful eyes met hers and he stroked a tendril of hair behind her ear. “It's okay to forget a little sometimes. Besides there's nothing you need to do for now except relax as much as you can, keep the music playing, and finish your dinner.”

She nodded, and scooped up the last bites, clearing her plate. Eddie smiled that devastating, dimpled smiled and said, “good girl”.

“Stop it! You have no idea what that does to me.”

“Nah, I have a pretty good idea” he said kissing her, lingering this time, then moving his soft lips to her neck, as she gripped his hair and her eyes fluttered shut with a sigh.

The door smacked open, and Steve hollered into the room, “Eddie, we need you to....whoa, sorry.”

Eddie groaned, but Leia laughed and smiled, turning to him. “It's okay, Steve.”

“Yeah, it's okay, Steve,” Eddie echoed but with a menacing grimace and an annoyed growl to his voice.

Steve shrugged. “Come on, Romeo.”

Eddie kissed her goodbye and trudged to the door. “You're such a cockblock, Harrington. And you know that play is totally misunderstood. It's not romantic. It's fucked up, and Romeo's actually a huge dickhead.”

Leia chuckled with surprise, nodded, and pointed to Eddie, exclaiming, “He's right!”

“Well, you're a dickhead too, Munson, so it still works,” Steve said, smiling a shit-eating grin as the two guys laughed together, slapping each other on the shoulders as they exited.

Steve called out to Leia from the doorway. “Leia, we're almost finished with this and then we can go, okay.”

She thanked him and then snuggled back into the sofa with her headphones firmly secured and a book in her hands.

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True to his word, in a few moments Steve swung back in and the noise from the hall of people saying their goodbyes followed him.

“Hey there. We're just about done. The others are just packing up,” he said as he took a seat beside her.

“Thank you. Can I help with any of it?” Leia said, beginning to stand, but his hand came down on her shoulder as he said warily, “Sorry, but you better not...you know...because....”

“Right...sorry...I keep forgetting.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah...yeah. Just feeling tired and stressed...like all of us....and, you know, the looming otherworldly threat that has a chokehold on me. ”

He nodded thoughtfully and his thick hair bounced along with it. “You've been fighting so hard. You're really handling all this...well, a lot better than I did when I first found out about it.”

“Really?”

“Oh, for sure! I was a panicking mess, not to mention, kind of an asshole back then.”

She laughed. “That's hard to imagine.”

“Believe it. I can be super confident but also...you know..kind of an idiot. But listen,” he said scooting closer, “you know...you really don't need to fight so hard. You could just...let things happen.”

Leia twisted her face in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you're soooo tired. You could always just give in. Quit with the kindness and the altruism and just get what you really want for once.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

His voice dropped to a familiar growl, “Revenge, Leia. I'm talking about revenge and how very very good it can feel.” Steve's features were morphing into something else; soft brown eyes turning an icy blue.

“Henry,” she half-whispered as she tried to get up and run, but his long pale fingers clamped around her wrist like a vice. “How did...?”

His thin lips offered a wry grin, “You really should find a better method. The music can't keep me away forever. As you'll see, I'm getting stronger with each meal.”

She tried again to wriggle free, but he just clamped harder around her fragile wrist. The sensation was familiar.

“Remind you of something?”

One blink, and suddenly she was back in her old apartment with Sam yelling at her. She tried to leave the room and he grabbed her wrist, hard. Sam's bony fingers were surprisingly strong; strong enough to hurt, to leave a bruise that she hid with make up and long sleeves and nursed in silence. The ache of the bruise had been long gone for years, but she felt it now, and all the feelings of anger and shame that came with it.

The sinewy tentacles of Vecna's fingers released her wrist to curl around her shoulders. Another blink, and they were standing in a bedroom Leia didn't recognize. She did, however recognize the red-headed figure taking a nap there.

She gulped, anticipating what Vecna might have in mind and whispered, “Sam.”

Vecna's monstrous face was now right next to hers, hissing in her ear. “Do you remember what you were thinking, when you left that room and iced your wrist behind the bathroom door?”

“I don't remember...”

“LIAR” he howled, and she trembled.

“I wanted...please don't make me ...”

“SAY IT.”

Still shaking, Leia swallowed and said, “I wanted to kill him. I was angry. I wouldn't though.”

“Wouldn't you?”

She turned to meet his eyes and beg him, knowing where this was leading. “Henry, please...please don't make me...”

“Why not? He's loathsome. He hurt you in subtle horrible ways for years.” He dropped his voice, hissing once again into her ear. “And I know that when you thought about killing him...imagined killing him. I KNOW it felt good. Powerful. Didn't it, darling?”

Leia squeezed her eyes together against the swell of tears, and nodded reluctantly.

“Use your words.”

“Yes...yes it did. But I wouldn't do it.”

He turned her to face him, resuming his human form and holding her by the shoulders, an unnerving smile on his face which didn't quite reach his eyes. “I'm going to give you a gift, Leia, a choice. You can kill him with me, or you can watch while I kill your Eddie.”

“No...no no on. Please...please don't make me kill anyone.”

Henry tutted, as if soothing a child, and wiped her tears away. “Now darling, you didn't really think I'd let you keep your hands clean forever. Besides, once they're dirty, you'll realized how good...how righteous...it feels to have power for once. Now, make your choice.”

“Don't kill Eddie. Please..PLEASE.” Leia was nearly hyperventilating now, and choking out sobs.

“Then you'll kill Sam with me.”

She nodded clenching her eyes shut, as if this were all just a bad dream and she could wake up. He grabbed her chin roughly. “Open your eyes, Leia. Open your eyes and say what you're about to do.”

She obeyed. “I'm...g..g..going to kill Sam with you.”

Henry's youthful smiling lips faded into the smiling bones of Vecna's scarred mouth. The monster swung her around and stood behind her, pulling her tightly against himself. His arm branched into viscous tentacles, spiraled and laced around her own limbs. His fingers slithered like vines around her own so her hand moved with him. It was an indescribable constricting ache, all the more agonizing because it went slowly, deliberately seeping into everything. She wondered if this is what small mammals feel like as they're crushed by a Boa constrictor; a demise in slow motion, painfully aware of it.

Another blink and they were standing over Sam as he slept. “Reach in. He broke your heart. Now break his. Yours will be the last face he sees.”

Leia did as she was told. Their joined hands wove into his chest cavity, cradling the wet pulsing organ, which felt so much smaller than she ever thought it would; such a small thing keeping us alive. Sam was still sleeping, eyes clenched shut, flinching and wriggling. He was having a nightmare. It was this.

“Squeeze, Leia...hard.”

She did as she was told; trying not to look, trying not to think, but the torrent of hot shame and guilt was already scorching through her like lava, and Vecna wouldn't let her look away.

“Eyes open now, darling...” Vecna told her as he held a hand against her forehead, urging her to look up, meeting Sam's sickly face from mere inches away.

“Tighter”

As she closed her fist she felt a strange fleshy pop, a spasm and a gush of hot blood. Sam's eyes shot open, two bright green disks which clashed with his red-laced corneas. He looked directly into her face as he awoke, screaming her name in shock and horror in his last living moment. Their faces were so close that she could feel his last breaths burst across her cheeks, and his howling battered her eardrums. Then he wasn't Sam anymore. He wasn't arrogant, angry, slyly cruel Sam anymore. He was just a corpse; just a few dozen pounds of flesh left behind. Leia stared in a strange sort of dissociation; thinking how a recently dead person didn't look nearly as gruesome as she thought it might. He looked the same, almost asleep, but some primal intuition knew undoubtedly that he was dead...that this wasn't a trick. She knew in the same instinctual way any animal knows that they are looking at a carcass, not a living thing.

Another blink and she was in a preternatural chasm, with red lightning flickering overhead, draping her small form in Vecna's long shadow. Her hair rose up, smoke-like, around her, and the air felt heavy. Looking up she saw a shimmering surface. They were submerged. Despite her panic, she tried to pay attention to every clue, every detail that might help the others, while he was preoccupied with her.

He had unraveled himself from her and now simply held her wrist, gently this time. A cold sweat of disgust erupted over her skin as Vecna raised her hand between them. It was coated in the thick syrupy blood, so dark it looked nearly black. Tendrils of it danced upwards from her fingertips, carried on the fluid like drops of oil in water. She tried to scream but it wouldn't dislodge from her throat as Vecna's long rough tongue lapped at the gore.

He hummed in satisfaction, finally releasing her hand. “So obedient. So good. And see where it gets you. Hrmm?” He stepped back opening his arms wide, gesturing around himself. “Now you know where I am. Come to me in the waking world, pet, and I'll spare your friends. Resist, and I will take them all.”

@sunflowerdaydreamer @veemoon @little-wormwood @elegantkoalapaper @sweetsigyn @hellfirenacht

[isimpfornatsume]

Jealousy (Oikawa x reader) part 5

Masterlist | part 4 | Oikawa b’day special | part 6

((Previously))

((2nd person POV))

You sighed in content, happy that Oikawa at least agreed to stop by your place once he's done with his date with Ruby. That way, you can question him about the date, give him his anniversary present, hopefully be able to receive your anniversary gift from him. Seeing Oikawa always make you happy soooo maybe if you see him, you won't feel so sad that he went on a date w Ruby. 

Maybe he could stay over and you guys could cuddle. Especially since your parents are overseas in a business trip to Singapore. Maybe you could have a mini home date with him. Maybe you could watch some movies with him. That way, you won't feel lonely. That way, you won't feel sad that you couldn't go on a date with him. That way, you wouldn't hate Ruby as much for stealing Oikawa from you. That way, you wouldn't feel jealous...

That's what you think... Maybe.... He didn't even arrive, and you stayed up all night just waiting for him to come... but maybe, that didn't happen... Maybe, he forgot about you and spend the night with Ruby instead... The possibilities were endless. You just hope he arrive and didn't forget about you...

A/N: in italics is Y/N's thoughts. It was currently 9pm and you were waiting for your boyfriend to arrive. Maybe his date haven't ended yet... That's odd tho. He always made sure I reached home by 9pm... And you waited longer and longer. You have already prepared a mini home date, creating a blanket fort, putting on Oikawa's favourite movie, his favourite snacks especially milk bread have been placed on the floor in front of the blanket fort. Oikawa... When are you arriving... You didn't forget did you? Please tell me you didn't... Should I text him? Should I remind him? Yea... I should.

Y/N<3:

Kawa? Are u dropping by? You didn't forget did you? read

Oh, he did not just leave me on read... You sighed. Kawa... Was it really you who read my text? or was it that bitc- i mean Ruby. Ughh I hate her for stealing my kawa.. Its been 10 mins since you texted Oikawa and still no reply... Until...

Y/N<3:

Kawa? Are u dropping by? You didn't forget did you? read

Oikawa<3 (the💗of my life):

N/N-chan!

Omg I'm so sorry, Ruby took my phone so she read that message not me

forgive me?🥺🥺🥺

Y/N<3: 

Yea I'll forgive you since I'm nice

Oikawa<3 (the💗of my life):

NICE?! Since when r u nice N/N-chan?!

Y/N<3:

I've always been a nice person

Oikawa<3 (the💗of my life):

Stop quoting that rooster with a bed hair

Some where in Tokyo, a certain rooster head sneezed.

Oikawa<3 (the💗of my life):

I think I would be able to come. Don't worry N/N-chan!

We would spend the rest of the day watching movie and cuddle!

I know u love my cuddles~ 

I'll be there ok?

Y/N<3: 

Ok Kawa 

Cuddle time later

Dont forget ok?

Oikawa<3 (the💗of my life):

I wouldn't forget trust me N/N-chan

I gtg now love u~

Y/N<3:

love u too byee read

Just like before, the moment you ended the call with Oikawa, you suddenly felt sad... You suddenly felt all alone in the empty house again. Oh kawa... My love, why do I feel so lonely without you. Its like my whole world is crumbling. This house seem so empty without you. Since we started dating, every time my parents went on a business trip, you would stay over at my place. We would have so much fun... I was never lonely with you. But then now, you are not here, this place seem so cold and empty. It hurts so much when I know you're with Ruby. It hurts so much that you're spending time with the girl of your dreams. She's so much prettier and I'm not... 

You sat there quietly, waiting for the love of your life, waiting for the one who makes your day to arrive. 

[ashtheva]

[UNDERSWAP] Quotes For Every Character

I went ahead and wrote some character quotes for every significant character in Underswap (Including some characters who never initially had any concepts.) Hopefully whoever ends up seeing this enjoys them! Some characters will also include headcanons (Which I will explain along with their personality as you read.)

I'm going by the logic that each character retains some of their personality, while still giving off a swapped vibe.

Temmie Quotes:

“h0i!!11!1 im temmie! Temmie da t3m!!1!”

“By my temmie fwakes for 1g!!!”

"Dey totez don't hurt u!!111! :3"

“BUY. THE DAMN. FLAKES!"

"In this world, selfish desires are the only solution!"

Asgore Quotes:

“Do not fret, dear fallen, as it is I, Asgore, Caretaker of the Ruins.”

“If I may ask, do you prefer Golden Flower Tea or Sea Tea? I am not sure if you've had them before, but choose the one that sounds most interesting to you.”

"Would you like to try a piece of pie? I'm... unfortunately not the best at baking, but I try!"

“I am sorry, dear child. As the Ex-King of the Underground, I shall see if you are worthy of the outside world.”

Mad Dummy Headcanon:

Considered "silent, but deadly." Doesn't speak just like the Ruins Dummy in UT, but still attacks you.

Mad Dummy Quotes:

"..."

"..."

"... >:("

Mettablook Quotes:

“You’re a fan.. of me? That’s flattering, darling.. But I’m just a nobody..”

“Oh, my..”

“Oh, how I wish to be a star, but the dream seems so far.”

Papyrus Quotes:

“greetings, i'm a totally ordinary human being.” (When greeting you w/ Groucho Glasses)

"call me frank, and to be FRANK with you, i'm happy i saw another human today." (Still wearing groucho glasses)

"nah, i'm just pulling your leg bones." (After taking them off)

“hello, the name’s papyrus, but you can call me papyrus.”

"guess you should put more BACKBONE into it."

"i don't have the GUTS to stop smoking. heh heh."

“uh oh. i suppose you’re gonna have a rather unpleasant experience.”

“don’t worry, in the end, i still believe in you.”

“you really thought i’d just stand there and eat it up?

how naive.”

“human, don’t smoke. It’s bad for you. we skeletons have no lungs, so we do what we want, you know?”

“junior jumble is way harder than crossword, amirite?”

"you really think crossword's better, brother? un. believable."

“YOU’RE JUST SPINELESS.”

“YOU’RE DEAD MEAT.”

Sans Quotes:

“I’M SANS. THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!”

“SERIOUSLY, BRO? YOU’RE SMOKIN' AGAIN?”

"THAT STUFF'S BAD FOR YOUR LUNGS, QUIT IT!" “I’M PRETTY SANS-ATIONAL, EH?” *audible wink.*

“MWEH HEH HEH!!!"

"YOU REALLY WANNA BE MY FRIEND?"

"LISTEN, I HAVE A TON OF WORK TO DO TODAY. A SKELE-TON!"

"HEH, I GUESS YOU'RE LAZIER THAN I THOUGHT, BRO."

"PAPYRUS, YOU'VE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT. DON'T YOU THINK YOU NEED SOME REST?"

“I’LL STOP YA IN YOUR TRACKS, KID! I’M THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, AND I’LL CAPTURE YOU!”

“AND I SAID TO CAPTAIN ‘ALPH, YOU DON’T GOTTA BE SO ‘COLD BLOODED’!”

"HUMAN. TURN AROUND, AND FACE MAGNIFICENCE IN THE EYE SOCKETS!"

"i guess this is goodbye..."

"imma.. imma go home and take a nap i suppose."

Burgerpants Quotes:

“Hey there, little buddy! Care to try one of my burgers? I call ‘em smiley patties!”

“Be careful what you wish for, little buddy.”

"Once, I dreamed of becoming a famous actor.. But, I unfortunately aimed for something less ambitious, and got stuck here."

"I'm still staying hopeful though, never give up on your dreams! Stay positive!"

“Smoking? What do I look like, I run a burger shop for a stuck up robot? That's bad for your lungs, kid!"

Muffet Quotes:

“Papyrus, you gonna pay your tab soon?”

“Please, come again soon~!”

“I should introduce the both of you to my pet~”

"That's gonna be extra for the honey that you drink everyday, Papyrus!"

Asriel Headcanon:

Asriel is older than he is in Undertale.

Asriel Quotes:

“Howdy, Chara!”

“Don’t you think Alphys is so cool?”

“Let’s be friends!”

“Here, have this locket. A symbol of our friendship!”

Flowey Headcanon:

All of the Floweys are innocent and goofy, but speak normally. The Flowey replacing Bob would be named Rob, (to reference an Underswap co-host who went by "Coastrobbo") who speaks like Undertale Temmie. Each Flowey has a distinctive personality.

Flowey Quotes:

“Howdy! I’m Flowey!”

“Hoi!!11! im rob!!”

“Look, I have a sprout!! I’m such a proud parent!”

“DIE.” *insert struggling to wrap around Chara.* “Nevermind..”

Alphys Headcanon:

Alphys is often insecure about the way she looks at times, but she deals with it, it helps with intimidation. She still stutters due to having a speech impediment, not due to shyness or nervousness.

Alphys Quotes:

"Y-You'll have to try harder to beat me than t-that, human!"

"Oh my god, Mew Mew Kissy Cutie is on right now!!"

"O-Oh, that Dr. Undyne person? S-She's.. so cute!"

"Darn it! I'll keep you at bay with a ton of lightning strikes if I need to!"

"I-I'm always afraid of hurting people with my insane strength, or scaring them with the way I look..."

"I'm done hiding, I'm coming right for you, human!"

Regular / Ruins Dummy Headcanon:

Regular Dummy can speak, and fights you out of boredom rather than getting angry. They leave rather rude/snarky remarks towards Chara. Their attacks consist of boring things. (Idk, like dust particles, newspaper articles n' junk.)

Regular / Ruins Dummy Quotes:

"You really don't know how to keep a guy entertained, do ya?"

"You're boring me here, buddy.."

"I'm out, you're too boring."

"Wow, didn't see that attack coming, again."

"Are all humans this bland?"

Undyne Headcanon:

Less shy than Undertale Alphys, she more so just likes to keep to herself. She's nerdy and she likes to keep her things organized.

Undyne Quotes:

"Please, don't mess with any of my stuff, I worked hard to keep them organized."

"Hey, human! I'm Dr. Undyne, the Royal Scientist of TORIEL."

"Well my schedule is r-ruined now, hope you're happy..!"

"I installed a totally cool bomb-defuser thing on your phone, try it out!"

“Anyways, uh.. You want some soda?”

“Anime is amazing, I absolutely LOVE Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2! I love it for it’s more mature themes!"

"

Napstaton / Napstablook Quotes:

"WHY DON'T WE GIVE THE HUMAN A TRADITIONAL WELCOME, DUDES?"

"LET'S GET THIS STREAM ON THE TRACKS!"

"REALLY NOT FEELIN' UP TO IT RIGHT NOW. SORRY."

"YOU KNOW I'M AN IMPENETRABLE ROBOT, RIGHT? HERE, I'LL JUST PRETEND YOU BEAT ME..” **DIAL UP SOUND NOISES, ERROR SCREEN.**

"SOMETIMES I LIKE TO RELAX ON THE GROUND AND LISTEN TO SAD MUSIC WHILE FEELING LIKE GARBAGE. IT'S A FAMILY TRADITION, BUT I DON'T DO IT AS OFTEN NOWADAYS."

"GET ANY QUESTIONS WRONG ON MY SURVEY, AND YOU'LL BE.. uh, eradicated? uh.. HAHA, YES, UH, ERADICATED!"

"oh.................. you flipped my switch."

"I totally feel up to it now, dudes!"

"I'll punch you with these awesome arms!"

Grillby Headcanon:

Grillby can speak, but just chooses not to. He has a Heat's Flamesman who says whatever he might be thinking on his shoulder.

Grillby Quotes:

"..."

"..."

"..."

Heat's Flamesman: "The boss thinks you should buy his food, OR ELSE!"

"...You're in debt, human. You owe me your soul."

Nice Cream Guy Headcanon:

Nice Cream Guy hates his life. He works in NTT's radio station room and does the sound work. He doesn't necessarily hate Napstaton, he just finds him obnoxious at times. He has a lisp, and is made fun of the way he says ice cream, "Nice Cream"

Nice Cream Guy Quotes:

“What do you need now, Naps..?”

“OH!!! Someone came to see me?”

“I’m always made fun of for the way I say ‘Nice Cream’, I have this dumb lisp.”

"Want some advice? Don't be like me. I gave up trying to own my own Nice Cream shop long ago, now look where I am in life."

Catty & Bratty Quotes:

"We're like.. SO hyped to capture you and stuff."

"Hi, my name's Catty, and this is my rival, Bratty!"

"Hi, my name's Bratty, and this is my rival, Catty!"

Catty: "Really, will ya stop finishing all of my.."

Bratty: "SENTENCES?! I think not!"

RG01 & RG02 Headcanon:

RG01 & RG02 own the shop dump. They resemble typical video game nerds who review Video Games (e.g. Nostalgia Critic and AVGN), they're still a couple and bicker about their favorite games.

RG01 & RG02 Quotes:

RG01: “Dude, like, we both know that Deltatale is better than Underrune!

RG02: “Really, brah? You have no taste.”

Toriel Quotes:

"My child, would you perhaps like a piece of pie?"

* Toriel stands silent as if she doesn’t want to do this, but she must.

MK Quotes:

"Yo, dude! It's me. Your best friend!"

Frisk Headcanon:

Frisk does not speak. They communicate using sign language. Frisk will stand there silently, and randomly jump scare you before everything goes black.

Frisk Quotes:

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

RANDOM JUMPSCARE.

Riverperson Quotes:

"Tra la la.

I heard the old song from the sea.

It was chanting towards me.

It drowned me in… darkness.

As if I have reached the bottom of the ocean.

I yelled… and I yelled.

But no one heard me."

??? Quotes:

"✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ ✌︎☠︎ ⚐︎☼︎👎︎✋︎☠︎✌︎☼︎✡︎ 👍︎✋︎❄︎✋︎☪︎☜︎☠︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 🏱︎☜︎⚐︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ 👍︎✌︎☹︎☹︎ 💣︎☜︎ ✌︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎✋︎✌︎☠︎📬︎"

"❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎👎︎✋︎✌︎☠︎ ✌︎💧︎😐︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👍︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎👎︎ ✋︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎☜︎✌︎☼︎ ✌︎ ☺︎⚐︎😐︎☜︎ ✌︎👌︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎✋︎⚐︎👎︎✋︎👍︎ ❄︎✌︎👌︎☹︎☜︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☼︎☜︎🏱︎☹︎✋︎☜︎👎︎ ❻︎☠︎✌︎❼︎📬︎"

"👌︎☜︎🕈︎✌︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎☠︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎⚐︎✌︎❄︎📬︎"

Annoying Dog (PopcornPr1nce) Quotes:

"Bork!"

Hatsune Miku Quotes:

"Why am I even here?"

"What's an Udderwasp?"

"I am nothing more than a simulation."

[simonalkenmayer]

Excuse me, I don't mean to come off as rude when I say this:

Your existence is very interesting to me. I came upon your blog when I was experiencing extreme anxiety and needed something to distract myself.

And yet, at the same time, it's like my brain doesn't really... process this? Doesn't really register this all as reality, even though I believe you as a real entity. I've shown your blog to my close friends, both are people I know would take my ramblings seriously, and the most curious thing happened.

Then I found you and your blog. On the same day, I ended up purchasing your book. It amazes me a bit, how easily I accepted your existence. The way you spoke and answered and described things simply solidified your "realness" in my mind.

Mind that I sent them your blog all the while I was talking about the thing that was causing my anxiety.

They saw the posts, read what I said about you and your experiences. They saw the quotes from your books.

And I guess we're similar, because they didn't immediately dismiss you as fiction or called me silly for engaging in your content. But something even more interesting happened.

They unconsciously ignored the knowledge that you exist. They clearly didn't do it on purpose, but the moment there was another topic available they just... stopped thinking about you. Or maybe tried to. Maybe our brains really aren't sure how to process such a... radical change in perspective, specially since all we have as proof of your existence are your posts and books.

I just thought this was very interesting and decided to share this with you, as you might find this interesting too.

ps: Your book is very enjoyable, as are your posts. You have a lovely way of describing events that makes me picture them very clearly, gruesome as they may be sometimes.

pps: when reading one of your recipes, one that used brains, in the book, i laughed when you wrote that we could use veal instead, but that you preferred "smart". Then I remembered that earlier on you said you rarely joked about these things and thought that. hm. Well, even though you probably didn't mean it as a joke, I still find it a bit funny.

sorry for rambling I'm still a bit anxious and tend to overexplain when I'm like this.

It is ticklish, determining if I am being literal or sardonic. Could be neither or a mix. Honestly who cares?

Your friends were humoring you out of friendship. They changed the topic because they don’t believe I’m real and wished to move on from what they took to be a strange interest of yours. It’s a perfectly reasonable reaction.

The truth is, you shouldn’t ever believe anything said on the internet until you can independently confirm it. Then again that’s true of every interaction, and yet for some reason the human brain actively attempts to dissuade itself from facts in preference to information supplied by others. No really. Humans don’t believe facts. They believe what comports with what they want. You don’t process data. You process associations. Your absorption of information is entirely dependent upon how well you like the source of it, and pardon me for saying…no one likes a people eater.

Seems obvious.

Anyway…

You shouldn’t put any stock in me. I’m utterly without merit as many have said. Thank you for purchasing the book. I’m happy you enjoy it. There may be something wrong with you.

Please be responsible with the recipes and substitute proteins. I shall not be accountable for any…unpleasantness that ensues if you don’t.

One comforting aspect to all life on this rock is the remarkable consistency with which everything is bullshit and nothing means anything.