#pretty sure theres other points that i am confusion about but this is the one i remember

[dyingbyyourbreath]

Ok but ive read all the books multiple times (except discord of the gods, only read that once) and i still dont think i understand whatever was going on with the gryphon men?? Like it was all these characters who had the rings and were part of the group but was it ever wrapped up?

[wonderjanga]

Where Have you Been?

This is inspired by this post.

Billy was having a rough day. Scratch that. A rough couple of months. Recently, he’s been… losing himself? He doesn’t know how to put it into words. It’s just that more he’s Marvel, the more he forgets about being Billy. In all honesty, it’s scaring him. What’s even worse is that, no matter what others think, he isn’t in control anymore, and Billy knows it. One moment, he’ll just be Billy Batson and then the next he’ll be Marvel with no recollection of even saying the word. Billy truly wished he hadn’t noticed the gaps in his memory getting bigger.

Speaking of memory gaps, Billy had a pretty big one to fill considering all he did was go to bed, and was then greeted with the misfortune of waking up on a random beach with the lower half of his body slightly wet from the tide. All he knows is that he’s not near Fawcett, let alone Iowa, because last he checked, it was a landlocked state. So, he got up, and decided to go find out where he was.

Billy: *wandering around while shaking any sand off himself, eventually spotting a flag* “Oh! I’m in… I still have no idea.”

Glasses Lady: *approaches him* “Por que você não está na escola?” (Translation: Why aren’t you in school?)

Billy: *frog blinks* “Huh?”

Billy was… pretty sure that was Spanish. So he’s probably still on earth. Maybe. After a little bit of back-and-forth, the Glasses Lady finally realized he couldn’t understand what Billy was only half sure was Spanish. In the end, she just started taking him around to find somebody who could speak English.

Glasses Lady: “¿Você fala inglês? Acho que este é o filho de um turista.” (Translation: Do you speak English? I think this is a tourist's son.)

Old Granny: “Não. Pobre garoto.” *leans down to pinch his cheek* (Translation: “No. Poor boy.)

Billy: *confused as to why this random old lady is pinching his cheek*

Eventually, after a while, they did find somebody who could speak English.

Billy: “Do you know where I am, miss?”

College Student: “You’re in Brazil.”

Billy: “Brazil??” *sounds super concerned* “Isn’t that in South America? I think?”

College Student: “It is. How did you even get here? Are you on vacation?”

Billy: “No? I just woke up here.” *wondering how he’s gonna explain this to Rosa*

College Student: “What?” *also now concerned because she thinks this child might’ve been a victim of trafficking*

Billy: “Uhm… you have like a map that you can show me?”

College Student: “I don’t think a map will help you, bud.”

Billy: *shrugs* “Theres always the chance it could, miss.”

College Student: “I guess?” *pulls up google maps*

Billy: *zooms out so he can just see the countries* “Oh okay. So not that far away.”

College Student: “You’re plenty far away what are you talking about? Also, why’re you sandy?” *wipes off some sand her phone*

Billy: *ignores both questions* “Do you know which way is north?”

College Student: “Uh… it should be that way.” *points in the direction*

Billy: “Oh thank you!” * is about to runoff, but looks back at the Glasses Lady* “And gracias?” *looks to the College Student* “That how you say it right?”

College Student: “No, that’s Spanish.” *shakes head* “It’s supposed to be obrigado.” (Translation: Thank you.)

Billy: “Oh, obrigado!” *definitely butchered the pronunciation and runs off to he north*

College Student: “Wait, come back!”

As soon as Billy was out of sight, he shazamed and flew in the direction she pointed in. Now, the boy wouldn’t admit this, but he actually flew slower than normal. He didn’t wanna think about the future confrontation with Rosa, not to mention his other family members. Was he prolonging the inevitable? Yes. Did he feel guilty? Also, yes. Did that mean he was gonna speed up though? …No.

Billy was just passing over Mexico when his JL comm started going off like crazy.

Marvel: *answers his comm*

Batman: “Marvel. Watchtower. Now.”

Marvel: “Huh? Why did I do something wrong?”

Batman: “You went AWOL for three weeks, and then the first sign we find that you’re alive is a video of you partying at a Mardi Gras parade in Brazil. I really wonder what you did wrong.”

Billy was straight speechless for a solid minute. Three weeks? Three weeks? The memory gap was way bigger than he thought.

Marvel: *trying to find words* “I- I’m gonna be honest I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He honestly felt like crying. Genuine, ugly, crying. Because now he knows it’s gotten to a point where he can’t shrug this off anymore. He could do one day. He could do two days. He’s even gone a week before. But three weeks? That’s nearly a month and he doesn’t remember anything. Billy was now being forced to acknowledged how big of a problem this was.

By now, he had stopped, still floating in mid air.

Batman: “Is that you confirming you were too intoxicated to reach out to us or-”

Marvel: “Mr. Batman Sir, I really can’t talk right now.” *can feel himself starting to hyperventilate* “I’ll come by later. I promise.”

Batman: “No, not later. Immediately. We all want a word with you.”

Marvel: *grimaces* “I’m sorry. I just really can’t right now. I’m really sorry.” *hangs up*

Billy just started hyperventilating after that. His chest felt tight, his world felt like it was one the brink of crashing down. He needed to go see the wizard. He needed help. The wizard could definitely help. So, he went to the rock.

Wizard: *sounds solemn* “I’m sorry, Billy.”

That was literally all the old man told him before he started talking about how the gods were starting to exert more of their influence on him. And he basically had no say, say in some of the things he would start to do from now on. Just when Billy’s life couldn’t get harder. Please, Gods, give him a break.

[hellfiremunsonn]

Something About Her. Steve Harrington x Reader

Something About her.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: Steve is kind of obsessed with you, and you're kind of obsessed with him. Only ever watching from afar until a fight breaks out at the party you're both at.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, physical altercation, reader gets backhanded by homophobic male character, brief mention of blood, forehead gets slightly cut, reader has a vagina, sex but not sex? No penetrative sex, fingering, Steve is called a f***** and a queer in a derogatory sense by a homophobic character at the party. (I will star it out anyway just incase any of you are uncomfortable with that) (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: Real quick, I don't condone using homophobic slurs towards anyone ever. This is not ME saying these things, it is a CHARACTER in the 80's saying those things. I myself am Queer so... ya know... I get it. NOT REALLY PROOF READ FOR MISTAKES JUST FOR THE VIBES (Huge thank you to my bby @rowanswriting for giving this a read through for me to make sure it wasn’t absolute garbage! love u <3)

Wordcount: 4k

Steve doesn't know when his fascination with you started, but he knows that once it did start he couldn't stop it. Anytime he was out at a party he was always looking for you. Subtly over the rim of his red cup, filled with whatever concoction that would get him buzzed the quickest. Personally he doesn't think it's stalking, because he doesn't follow you around any other time, but when he knows you're around, he's going to keep an eye out for you. Robin on the other hand, definitely thinks it's stalking and will make it a point to tease Steve about it whenever she can.

He's only talked to you a couple of times and the two of you wouldn't even consider each other friends but for some reason he always had to have an eye on you, and you always had an eye on him. 

Robin would constantly poke into his side and whispering about his "obsession" with you but he would just push her off and roll his eyes. Because someone as pretty as you would never look at him the same way. You were ethereal; Steve might actually believe it if you were from another world, considering he's had his fair share of experience of things that you'd think didn't exist.

He knows you watch him too. Praying you don't think it's weird for catching your eye one too many times, but being constantly enamoured by the way you move and speak, how you captivate everyone around you yet you're completely unaware of it. 

Robin decides that after watching the two of you eye fuck each other six more times that she's going to help. She skips over to you and you greet her with one of the brightest smiles he's ever seen.  The two of you talking together has four hands flying around with the dramatics of whatever story it is the pair of you have begun discussing and he's honestly surprised neither of you have hit one another in the face.

Steve still, stands with his back plastered against the wall, trying to ignore the dull thumping bass of whatever shitty music was playing, focusing hard on the way your lips moved, trying to get any sense at what you were saying. It takes him a minute to realize it's Robin you're talking to and he's more confused, zoning in on the way your tongue darts out to lick across your strawberry pink lips when he's interrupted from his thoughts by some beefy drunk, boy from high school trying to relive his glory days as he stumbles past him. 

He looks at Steve, looks at robin, and then back to Steve. He snickers "Damn Harrington, can't even get Robin to stick around with you? Maybe you are as queer as she is" he sways as he passes Robin and you. Robin freezes, before slowly looking back to Steve, praying tonight wasn't going to end with Steve beating someone up. Again. 

"Hey" Steves voice is loud, angry, startling almost everyone, despite how loud the music was. 

"Say what you want about me, but don't say shit about Robin alright?" Steve warns.

The drunken asshole makes his attempt to saunter up to Steve, getting far too close to his face before speaking "Or what pretty boy? Gunna get your boyfriend to come save you?" 

Steve can feel the hot air of his breath in his face, it reeks so badly of alcohol it almost smells like hand sanitizer. "Get lost man" Steve says shaking his head turning away from him, trying to distract himself from the prying eyes by above everyones heads, sipping his drink. 

What Steve doesn't notice is how ridged you've become and how hard your fists are shaking where they are clenched at your sides. 

He laughs, thinking he's won whatever show it is he's putting on for everyone and goes to leave before turning back to Steve. "F****t can't fight his own battles, what a pussy"

Before Steve can even fully turn around you've pushed past robin and are standing in front of the drunk, arm pulled back before your tiny fist makes contact with the dudes face. "What's your problem!" You yell.  Steve has never heard your voice so loud before. "You homophobic piece of shit? What decade were you born in saying shit like that?" Your hand hurts, like really bad, but you're too prideful to let him see you cry. No one is going to say shit like that about anyone around you, let alone Robin, or Steve. 

"Fucking bitch" he spits, blood filled saliva hitting the white tiled floor beneath your feet. His hand raises quick, and without a second thought he lands a single smack across your face with the back of his hand, and then walks away. You involuntary gasp at the impact, while the rest of the party goers shout and follow him but you can barely hear over the ringing in your ears, but you hope they beat the shit out of him outside. You feel a drip of blood form and start to slide down your face from where his large class ring made contact with the skin just above your eyebrow. Your hand trembles as it reaches up to touch the warm liquid before bringing your hand down to see your blood covered finger tips. 

When you look up, blurry faces stand around you, and they're all speaking at once, you're unsure where to look, or who to respond to when someone gently takes your hand, pulling you with them upstairs and away from the chaos below. Only when the click of the bathroom door locks do your senses start to come back and you realize you're standing in front of Steve Harrington and that tears had begun rolling down your cheeks.

At the same time you both blurt out "Are you okay?" and Steve laughs in amusement. 

"Am I okay? I'm not the one who sucker punched someone twice her size and is bleeding from her head!" he exclaims. He laughs again before muttering an "Oh shit" Grabbing at the nearest hand towel and running it under the faucet. "Come here, sit" he says patting the countertop. You watch him with wide doe eyes, pupils blown from the adrenaline coursing through you, but still you listen, slowly and a little robotically you lean against the counter, Steves large hand holding the side of your waist to help as you hop up onto the counter. He's talking, but you don't really hear him so instead you focus on watching him as he moves around the bathroom, finding things to help with the tiny wound on your forehead. 

He dabs the damp towel against your forehead quickly and abruptly. You wince and pull back, your two hands coming up to hold his wrist in place. 

"I'm sorry, shit, are you okay? I should have warned you first" 

"I'm sorry that guy said that" you say finally finding your voice, it's shaky and a little croaky but it's there. 

"Don't be, I've heard worse" he smiles and you let go of his wrist signalling to him that he can continue and so he does. "S'not so bad of a cut, just bled a lot cause it's on your head"

You laugh a little, and the relief Steve feels when he hears it skyrockets. "You've got quite the arm on you, more guys like him should be afraid of you"

You laugh again. "I've had some practice" you shrug and sniffle, pretending to play it cool. 

"Oh yeah? You beating up guys in the alleyways behind bars? Lemme see those guns" he pesters, lifting up the arm you used to throw your punch, and you flex it proudly. The muscle bulging and Steve gives it a squeeze. 

He wolf whistles. "Wow-ee that's some A plus muscle right there" he teases but short circuits when you look up at him. Mascara smudged just under your eyes from where the tears overflowed, cheeks rosy with a blush or from the adrenaline, he can't tell but his hand comes up to hold the side of your face anyway and he does everything he can to hold himself together when he feels you lean into his touch. 

"You're so pretty" he blurts, feeling the heat of your cheek under his palm when he says it. 

"So are you" you whisper. You can feel the trembling starting to begin in your bones as the adrenaline wears off, your body finally attempting to come down from the earlier altercation. Steve notices at the first twitch of your shoulder. 

"S-sorry" you stutter through your teeth as they begin to chatter along with the rest of your body. 

"Stop apologizing for things you can't control" he says taking your hands and placing them on the sides of his waist. He doesn't mean for it to be forceful or sexual when he does it, but his one hand comes between your legs and pushes them apart by your knees, positioning himself between them. "Here, hug me, it'll help with the shakes" He pulls you into him and you're thankful for the tightness of his arms around around you. You sigh into him, feeling the slightest bit of tension leave your shoulders. Steve notices and slides one hand to the back of your neck, pushing in just slightly at the base, massaging it until he feels your shoulders start to slump.

The groan that leaves you was almost pornographic, and Steve has to calm himself down immediately or you might be able to feel how much that little noise had affected him. Steve tried really hard, he did, but he's standing between your legs and you're so close to him that he knows if he shifted just a little you'd feel his dick press into your stomach. 

When the shaking starts to stop you lean back from him, head tilted up towards him but your eyes stay closed. Your hands still stationed on his hips, and Steve doesn't stop his fingers where they massage the base of your neck. 

"That feels really good" you sigh, eyes flitting open lazily. 

"Good" Steve says with a smile, his opposite hand coming up to push your hair back behind your ear. He watches as your eyebrows furrow slightly. 

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing" you lie. It's the adrenaline. It's like when you come down from a really big cry, and your body doesn't know what to do with all the feelings so it sends them between your legs, making everything in you ache for someone to touch you, for Steve to touch you. You shift on the counter, legs instinctively trying to close, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the insides of your thighs, teasing you. 

Steve can feel your heartbeat pick up from where his fingers are still pressed against your skin, and he's watching you with curious eyes. He can sense it, he knows, but he wont make a move unless you initiate it, anything, even if it's subtle. But you have to be the one to start it. With one too many run in's with the end of the world, Steve knows that sometimes when the adrenaline wears off the only thing you want to do is fuck.

"Is it your head?" He asks "Does it hurt?"

"It's not my head" you say as you shake it. "It hurts a little b-but I'm okay, really"

Steve hums, his pressing touch moving from your neck and you have to stop yourself from whimpering at the loss. 

"Look at me" he says and you do, eyes darting back and forth between his. "I just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion" he widens his stance, sliding his feet outwards until he's just about your height from where you sit, his big warm hands come up and cup either sides of your face while he assess you.

A loud crash followed by laughter startles the two of you jump slightly. Your hands grip onto Steves waist harder and he's moved forward so now the two of you are pressed together, and he can see it in your face when his stubbornly hard dick makes contact with you.

"Steve?" you say quietly, and he's already preparing an apology in his head. "Um I know we don't really know each other" You swallow thickly. "But um" you trail off, glancing to your hands and where they rest, thumbs slipping past the hem of his shirt, touching the warm skin of his belly. He inhales sharply, and you look at him mesmerized. 

"Are you sure you're not concussed?" he questions "Or did that guy really hit me instead and I'm unconscious having a wonderful dream right now?"

You giggle and his cock strains in his jeans. 

"I don't wanna have sex with you though" you say quickly. "I mean now, right now, I definitely want to have sex with you, I just, not in a bathroom at a party? I wanted to- shit" You scrunch your eyes closed and take a breath before looking back at him. "I wanted to ask you on a date first"

"You wanted to ask me? Me on a date?" Steve says quietly. 

You nod, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. So shy, yet so brave.

'I'm fucked' He thinks. 'I'm going to fall in love with her'

"C-can, we um, can we touch each other? Is that okay?" your hands hold him a little tighter and his stomach tenses. 

"Y-yeah, please, can I kiss you?" he asks desperately and you nod, your hands finally reaching up to cup his face. He grabs you by the hips and slides you closer to the edge of the counter, your old converse hitched on the sides of his waist, pressed against his brown leather belt. Your crotch now pressed against his jean covered cock, and he realizes you've been wearing a dress the entire time he's been stood between your legs, and only now has caught a glance at the pretty pink panties you wear. 

You whimper when he kisses you. His lips soft and plump just like you had thought they would be, and the tiny groan he lets out goes straight to your cunt and your hips jump ever so slightly. You kiss each other feverishly, sloppy and quick. Every kiss, every smack of your lips, every move of his tongue has your stomach flipping and your hips rolling into him. He's grinding into you without a single care, he could cum like this and wouldn't dare be embarrassed about it when you look like that under him. How could he not. 

He does almost bust his load immediately when your hands go for his belt, quickly unbuckling it and tugging at the button and zipper until it's all the way down. He breaks the kiss to watch you do it. 

"Is this okay?" you ask, fingers dipped into the waistband of his boxers.

"You could do anything you want with me right now and I wouldn't care" He jokes. "So yes this is more than okay"

"Can you touch me too?" You ask with your baby Bambi eyes and god Steve nearly loses it. How can you ask him something so dirty but make it sound so sickly sweet. 

"God, yeah, of course I can sweet thing" he says sliding his hands up your thighs until he's under the hem of your red dress, it's covered in dainty little white flowers, and he thinks it looks perfect on you. He searches for the band of your panties before tugging at them until you shift, letting him slide them out from under you until they're dangling off your right ankle that is still stationed on his hip. 

His fingers slide easily through your slick and he groans. "Fucking christ"

You giggle again, sighing when he grazes your clit and your knees instinctively try to lock together.

"It's taking everything in me not to bury my face in your cunt right now Jesus Christ, look at her" he praises, watching his shiny fingers and the way they move against you, the way your hips twitch to meet them. 

"Her?" you ask.

"Your pussy babe" he says obviously.

Your entire body engulfs in heat, and you can't tell if you're embarrassed that he's talking about your pussy like it's a person, or if it's turning you on even more. 

"O-Oh my god" you say, your words slipping into a moan mixed with a gasp. Head tilting back until it hits the mirror behind you. 

"Jesus baby, let's keep your head intact alright?" he jokes, pulling you into him with one hand, placing it protectively on the back of your head as you bury your face into the crook of his neck while his finger traces your entrance. Your brain buzzes with electricity and you forget that just seconds before you were tugging at Steves jeans, but then he touched you. 

He circles your hole a few times, before easily sliding one of his fingers into you. You whine, open mouth, almost drooling where your mouth hovers against Steves skin. He leans back slightly, chin touching his chest to catch a glimpse at you to make sure the noise he heard come out of you wasn't a sob. But the thought of you crying because of his fingers? He can't imagine what it would be like to have you and your pussy crying on his cock.

"Feel good?" He teases. 

"So good" You moan, lifting your head from his neck, staring down to watch his finger curl into you. Forcing yourself to look away to continue your attention to his jeans. Hands shaky has they slip his belt through the loops, pulling at the button of his jeans and tugging the zipper down. You try your best to push his pants down enough to get your hand in so you can finally feel his cock but he's distracting. 

"F-fuck" you mewl, and it's high pitch and girly, and if you were alone you'd cringe at the sound. 

"Need some help?" Steve offers, stopping his movements and slowly removing his fingers from you, shiny and slick as he helps you to free his aching cock. 

"Thank you" you whisper. Once his cock is free you wrap your hand around him, thick, hot and heavy in your palm and he groans, tilting his head back a little before reaching a hand up to tap your cheek, ripping your gaze away from your hand to his eyes. 

"Open" hes looking down at you through his lashes, cheeks flushed a perfect pink and his chest moves quickly while you continue to jerk him off. You listen, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out and Steve huffs out a laugh as he slowly slides his two fingers into your mouth. The ones that were just buried in your cunt. You lap at them greedily, body buzzing from the approval when Steves hums in delight, head tiling to watch your mouth. 

You pull his fingers from your mouth with gasp. "I have an idea"

Steve raises a brow as you push forward until you slide off of the counter, turning around so your ass is how facing him, both of you looking at each other through the reflection of the mirror. Watching you as you lean your hips against the counter, pulling him towards you by his belt until he's almost touching you. Reaching behind you, you take his cock into your hand, stepping onto your tippy toes until its slid between your thighs, pressed against your leaking pussy. 

"Fucking without fucking" you say with a smile. Your hand presses lightly against him so the tip of his cock stays connected to you while Steve moves his hips. 

Sliding through your folds over and over as he mimics how he'd snap his hips against you if he were able to fuck you properly. It's probably the hottest things Steve has ever done with anyone, and he knows that he will think about this every single day until the day he dies, and he's absolutely content with that. 

His hands move to your hips, where he grips you tightly. Your dress sliding up with each thrust until the swell of your ass is exposed before him. Rippling with each thrust against his lower half, and he tries to stop himself, he does, but he can't. He lets his palm come down on your right cheek, a little harsh, and goes to apologize but the way your knees shake, and the moan that slips out from you tells him you liked it. 

"M'so c-close Steve" you force out. Your cheek is pressed against the cold marble top of the counter, and you're pretty sure you're drooling onto it but you couldn't care less with how good Steve is making you feel. "Steve I-" You can barely keep your legs up, but your trying. 

"Help" you whimper, and Steve knows what you need immediately. Wrapping a large arm around your waist, holding up most of your weight while still snapping his hips. 

"I got ya pretty girl" he mumbles into the skin of your shoulder. 

"Are you gunna cum Stevie?" You moan, silently begging he's as close as you are. 

"So close" he grunts. "Wanna see that face of yours when you cum, can you do that for me?" He asks sliding his hand into your hair until he's got a tight grip on the roots, tugging gently to instruct you to lift your head up. He doesn't want to be too rough with you just yet, not when you haven't properly been able to have that conversation. 

Lifting your head with his direction until you're forced to look at yourself and Steve in the mirror. He looks so pretty, face flushed, mouth slightly agape, his bottom lip slick with saliva. You could cry at how pretty he was. 

"Steve, Steve, st-eve, I'm gun-NAH!" you cum hard, all over your hand and his cock. Thighs trembling. 

"Fuck you're so hot" Steve mutters. "Gunna cum sweetheart where do-"

"On me, please I want it on me" You say almost frantically. Steve turns your around, helping you sit back up onto the counter so your legs are spread and he's stationed between them. Pumping his cock fast, the noise crude as it echos around the bathroom, slick with your arousal. 

"Fuck, fuck baby" Steve says through gritted teeth.

And you're smiling, and nodding, eyes glassed over and so fucked out, and he thinks he might marry you seeing the way you want him, and his cum so badly. He loses it when your hand joins his around him with those final few pumps, and his cum shoots across your stomach dripping down your connected hands to the base of his cock. 

He's panting and smiling, and trying to hold back a laugh, watching the way his cum drips down your body, down between the crease where your thigh meets hip, lazily flowing down to join the mess between your legs. 

You giggle, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you wait till Steve finally looks up at you. 

"You're insane" he laughs, grabbing your face with both hands and kisses you quick. 

"Only a little" you say between kisses. "Take me home?" you ask bravely. 

"Anywhere" Steve says quickly. he tugs his jeans back up, stuffing himself back into his pants, and adjusts his belt. You hop down from the counter and attempt to fix your hair so it looks a little better. Kicking one foot up behind you, you tug your panties off your ankle and turn to face Steve, shoving them into the front pocket of his jeans. Steve swoons at the sly look in your eyes, and the way you didn't even attempt to clean his cum off of you when the two of you turn to leave the quiet confines of the bathroom.

You giggle again when he interlocks his fingers with yours, letting him pull you along through the sea of people and out onto the front lawn down the street and only a few blocks away until you reached Steves house. 

"Yeah"  Steve thought. "I'm gunna marry her"

thanks for reading! <3

[st7rnioioss]

✧˚ · . the kitchen counter

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warning: smut, swearing.

word count: 1.9k

inspired by sturnsfilmed's tiktok story because she gives me LIFE. btw sorry if theres any spelling errors or mistakes, english isn't my first language💔

idk, let me know if i should give up.

You and Matt had been dating for around a year and a half. You often spent time at the triplet's house, as you all were so close at this point that it didn't matter if you stayed for weeks.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep!" you yelled from upstairs. Nick, Matt, and Chris were sitting down in the living room watching a movie, but since it was already 2 am, you decided to go to sleep. You already had some problems with falling asleep, so it wouldn't make sense to stay up any longer.

You got a message from Matt.

"Without me?"

You let out a quiet laugh, rolling your eyes at your screen, your back resting against the headboard.

"You're such a tease"

As you laid in bed, scrolling through TikTok at 3 am, you suddenly got thirsty. You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling for a bit, before getting up and sneaking down to the kitchen. It was extremely dark since it was winter, so almost no moonlight lit up the hallway or kitchen.

The stairs creaked silently, but you managed to get down without making any major noise.

"What the fuck-" you said quietly, as you bumped into something. Or, someone? It felt weird, almost like you walked into something bare. You reached for the light switch, only to find Matt, smirking, in front of you with a glass, now emptied, in front of you. You looked at him, in his plaid pants and no shirt, which was funny because it was so cold at night. He smiled awkwardly at you.

"Aren't you cold?" you whispered to him, a smile playing on your lips.

"Well, a little," he whispered back, fixing his hair. You both looked down, the floor completely wet from the spilled water.

"Sorry," you snickered, going to find paper towels. He turned to follow you, also grabbing a few pieces.

✧˚ · .

"Holy fuck, how big is that glass?" you asked frustrated, both of you sitting on the floor, wiping the mess up. You looked up, only to find Matt already looking at you.

"What are you doing up anyway?" Matt asked, stopping cleaning up the mess. You put the paper towels back onto the floor, folding your legs.

"Well, I couldn't sleep, plus, I got thirsty," you said, looking down at your hands. "What about you?"

"Almost the same thing. I got thirsty, but someone interrupted me," he laughed and you joined him. He looked at you for a bit, before cutting the laugh off.

"Hey, can I be honest with you," he said quietly, looking at your lips. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Of course, you were a bit confused by what he meant by this.

"Yeah sure," you said, smiling and grabbing his hand reassuringly.

"I really want to kiss you," he said, letting go of your hand to cup your face with both his hands. He pulled you in, kissing your lips softly. You held both his elbows, leaning closer to him.

The kiss quickly got heated. You felt the kiss get rougher, filled with much more desire as he entered his tongue into your mouth. You both repeatedly broke off the kiss to breathe, which only made the whole scene much hotter. It got to the point where you both had to stand up, your arms wrapping around his neck, both his hands sliding down your sides.

"You're so pretty," Matt breathed out, catching his breath. You giggled a bit in return, still panting.

Matt quickly grabbed your face again, this time with only one hand on your face, the other one grabbing your ass. You let out a soft whine in response, ruffling your hand into his hair, the other one resting against his bare chest, occasionally holding him by his neck in order for you to pull him closer.

After what felt like an eternity of roughly kissing each other, Matt pulled away.

"Can I take this off?" he asked quietly, a demanding tone in his voice, as he tugged at the hem of your shirt.

"Please do," you breathed out, raising your arms above your head as Matt pulled it off.

"Fuck- you're so beautiful," Matt said, leaving small wet kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"M-matt," you whimpered, his kisses driving you insane. You could already feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the minute.

He only chuckled against your skin, kissing you harder, now leaving kissing down between your breasts, which made your head fall back.

"Get on the counter. Now," he demanded, as you obeyed just as quickly. You positioned yourself on the edge of the counter, Matt standing in front of you, your legs around his bare waist. Matt kissed your chest, all the way down to your waistband, your hands still buried in this dark hair.

He looked up at you, his pretty doe eyes almost begging for it. He smirked slyly, and you nodded acceptingly.

It didn't take a minute for Matt to pull your pants down. You sat on the counter, only wearing your panties, Matt in front of you, only wearing his pants.

"Gosh, I'm gonna fuck you so nicely," he basically whimpered, pulling my panties aside with one finger, inserting two quickly.

"Fuck, you're already soaked," he chuckled. You could practically hear the smirk on his lips.

You gasped, your legs tightening around you. Matt looked up at you with a smirk, your mouth wide agape. As his fingers kept pumping in and out of you, your breaths got heavier, your moans louder.

"Matt- please, we can't do this here," you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid the moans.

"Stay quiet. No one is going to notice," he smirked, his free hand resting on your thigh, the other one pumping repeatedly in and out of your throbbing core.

As he kept going, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach tightening.

"Matt. Matt, I'm close," you whimpered, now holding both his shoulders for support.

"It's okay princess. Let go for me," he said, adding his free hand to rub slow soft circles on your clit. Your mouth, once again, fell wide open.

"M-matt, I'm gonna cum-" you said, cutting yourself off with a whimper. As he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, you felt your lets starting to tremble, which then resulted in you coming all over his fingers.

"Oh my god," Matt said quietly, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. You tried your best not to moan, covering your mouth with one hand, the other one still holding his shoulder for support.

"Get down from the table. I want you bent over the counter, hands on the surface." Matt said, his tone stern.

You quickly obeyed, getting down from the table. As you got down, trying to position yourself, Matt sucked his fingers off, leading to him almost losing it. You bent over in front of him, looking back at him.

"Now, be as quiet as you possibly can. You don't want Chris and Nick seeing us like this, do you?" he asked, pulling down his pajama pants.

"N-no.." you said, your hands resting on the cold surface of the counter, his boxers and pants falling to his thighs.

"Good. Just relax," he said reassuringly, grabbing his cock, and gently aligning it with your, now dripping entrance. He tugged at himself a few times. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best to keep calm.

Matt slowly pushed himself into you, resulting in a gasp from the both of you.

"Holy fuck," he groaned, pressing his whole length into you.

"Oh my god, Matt-" you whimpered quietly. Matt gently started moving inside of you, slowly pulling out, just for him to press himself back in, leading in groans escaping his lips, his movements growing harder and faster, as he took you from behind. One of his hands rested on your hips securely, the other also grabbing the counter as his thrusts grew harder and faster.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, squinting his eyes. You let out a whimper in return, the words completely disappearing from your mouth.

"Shh, it's okay baby. Let me take of you," he whispered into your ear, his words sent shivers down your spine, driving you both closer.

"Fuck-" you moaned quietly, before covering your mouth with one of your hands, making sure not to wake up Nick or Chris. In return, Matt gently pulled your hair.

"Be quiet," he said demanding.

You tried your best to muffle your moans, only leading to whimpers and whines. As his thrust grew harder, one of his hands went down to stroke your thighs, quickly finding its way to your core.

"Matt- please don't. I can't promise I'll be quiet," you whimpered, your mouth still wide open.

"Oh, you're gonna love it when I do," he teased, his index fingers finding their way to play with your clit. You threw your head back in pleasure, his touching driving you to your limits.

Matt chuckled breathlessly, the vibrations tickling your ears. His hips moved swiftly, each thrust hitting your sweet spot within you and causing tiny moans to slip your lips.

"That's it, baby," he rasped, his fingers moving faster, while each thrust getting harder and faster.

You moaned again, quickly covering your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your release approaching.

"Cum for me," Matt hissed into your ear, his hips moving faster in a rhythm that could've made you see stars. His fingers pressed in closer to that sensitive spot, teasing and circling around until you were squirming against him with need. You writhed beneath him.

"Matt, I'm gonna cum," you moaned again.

"Let go puppy," he rasped. And you did. You came onto him, trying your very best not to moan any louder than you already were.

Matt groaned deeply, feeling your tightness around him as you climaxed once again. His thrusts didn't stop though, driving deeper into your heat as he held you close. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted, his own release imminent.

"Matt, please stop. I-it's too much," you begged, your head falling forward between your arms.

Matt let out a few low moans as he thrust deeper one last time and filled you up with his warmth. His hand held your hip tightly as he groaned, his breath hot on your neck.

"Oh my fucking god. You're amazing," he rasped. Matt slowly pulled out of you, leaving you both whimpering, his warmth dribbling down your inner thigh. He bent over you, kissing your neck a few times. You wiped your forehead off, smiling at him. You stood up, your back sore. As you stood upright, your legs trembled.

"Fuck. Looks like someone isn't going to be able to walk properly tomorrow," Matt joked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"Oh, shut up," you laughed, pulling him closer, Matt kissing your cheek. "Can I sleep with you?" you asked as you turned around to kiss his lips.

"Absolutely," Matt said confidently, pulling his pants back up. "If that means another round?" he smirked at you.

Such a tease.

[forecast0ctopus]

Any advice on drawing McCoy? I’m not used to drawing ancient wrinkley bastards (affectionate) and it’s surprisingly tough v-v

FOR SURE lmao i made. a diagram. just a warning that i am going to be irritating and long winded because u just hit a topic i really like sorry lmao

so first off i did some traces just to show whats there vs redraws to show my interpretation

ive said this on other asks but again jsyk, tracing isnt bad!! its a tool. theres some stuff with intellectual property and whatnot but using tracing to study shapes and forms is a really valuable practice.

also just taking some time to learn facial structures and anatomy is super useful, reading what bones and muscles are where and how they interact with one another. taking this info and staring in the mirror and moving your face around and thinking about it. just really furthers understanding of how the face works. trying to sound normal about this but i love anatomy and motion and physics and whatever

anyways im going to go through all the numbered points so there's no confusion. 1. forehead lines - self explanatory. more prominent when brows are raised 2. crows feet - at the outer corners of the eyes, more prominent when smiling or squinting 3. nasolabial folds - the folds that go from the corners of the nose to the corners of the mouth. more prominent when the mouth is wide, like smiling 4. brow furrow - self explanatory, most prominent when brows are furrowed. mccoy tends to have two right next to his eyebrows, kirk has one in the middle. everyones face works different lmao 5. chin crease - caused by how the chin and lower lip interact. 6. nasojugal groove - start from the inner corners of the eye and can extent over the cheeks. everyone has these and idk why people dont like them i think theyre really cool!!!! but Society. i guess. :/ 7. eye bags - caused by the skin sagging beneath the eyes. mccoy isnt even that old in tos i think hes meant to be mid 40s by the end of the 5 year mission, hes just got really prominent eye bags lmao 8. idk what the name is for these, but when the mouth is wide and pushes the skin to the sides, these folds sometimes form outside of the nasolabial folds 9. philtrum - the groove above the upper lip. i dont usually draw this but mccoy's struck me as prominent enough that i usually draw it on him 10. masseter - the muscle that moves the jaw up and down. its a pretty rugged muscle and while i wouldnt say mccoy's is especially prominent, it kind of extends that nasojugal groove from certain angles/positions 11. orbicularis oris - mouth muscle, usually easier to see when lips are pursed or frowns are pulled. mccoy's is pretty prominent from 3/4ths or side, his mouth tends to protrude in profile 12. this isnt a muscle but more of a line defining the planes of the face, but since i drew it i felt i should explain lmao

a few points:

im an animator i tend to exaggerate and emphasize certain things so i usually make him more square.

i like to combine eyebags and crows feet for brevity/flow, same with nasojugal grooves, eyebags, and masseter lines. my approach is always subject to change based on pose, expression, reference image, etc.

i take out details that i deem redundant or cluttering and keep what details i need to make things feel Right

all this info is applicable to any character of any age, its just in how you apply it and facial proportions that willl change how old a character is perceived to be

there's a lot more with drawing a Character rather than an Actor, just because the features are there doesnt necessarily mean things will feel correct? its very much in the mannerisms and poses and expressions

i only went over my approach to his likeness but not really body type or posing or anything idk if u want that i could always try to answer that later haha

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anyways all that info kind of exists nebulously in my brain while i draw its not like im sitting there thinking Must Draw. Nasolabial Fold...... i jsut do what feels right with the visual info i have. also i love specificity in faces.... i dont like to be a hater but when every character is drawn the same it pisses me off a little lmao. so

also dont take my word as The Only Way to do anything i just draw how i like to draw and no one should feel like these are things that Must be done to be a good artist or anything do whatever the hell u wanna do

[haveihitanerve]

Okay so theres quite a bit of Batcest hate out in the world- and I do have to admit, I view the Bats as family too, which is why I can understand, but there are certain ships that i understand, after all most of them are not related biologically at all, and are under no obligation to each other to be so, bruce literally says in one comic "Whether or not they're brothers is no matter, they're both my sons" or smth along those lines, pretty much his children may all be his children but that in no way has to make them siblings anyway im getting away from myself here, a list of batcest shippings i understand and my reasoning for why people might ship them together, if you don't wanna, don't read any further🙃

Bruce/Dick: Brudick is an old ship, actually, originally they were created as a gay couple, not openly, but heavily implied, and a way for people back in the day to "legally get married" was through adoption... Anyway I like BruDick when I see it because it just works Dick understands Bruce in a way no one else ever will, he was the first one, the original, his grief and experience mirrors Bruce's in a way that makes them so similar and yet so different, he is the light at the end of Bruce's tunnel, and theres just so much that can be written about them, angsty or fluffy, whether romantic or platonic

Jason/Tim: this one I also understand, to an extent, Tim needs someone who cares for him, Jason needs someone who understands him, Tim looked up to Jason, not as much as Dick but enough, he wants Jason to come back into the family, wants Jason and Bruce to forgive each other, he sees the good in Jason when no one else does, hes stubborn in his desire to mend their relationship- Jason on the other hand once he stops trying to kill Tim actually genuinely cares for him in a way he doesn't for anyone else in the Batfam, appreciates Tim's knowledge and perspective and I do believe, I honestly am not too sure on this, but he works with Tim first before anyone else??? i'm probs wrong on that one but I think... anyway I do like their pairing- it gives a nice contrast and they usually tend to love each other wholeheartedly, almost obsessively in the fics i read, which they kinda deserve, someone who loves them so much

Bruce/Jason: this one I get, but only after the pit. They're two sides of the same coin, Jason is only more willing to go for the final step and Bruce isn't, theres just so much of their morals that collide and snap, this honestly could just be a fic/pairing i like because of the angry smut and all, but yeah i like them, I feel like romance between them would make it easier for Bruce to get his point across about why he can't murder and why its wrong, and also vice versa

Dick/Jason: the two oldest, the ones who dealt with Bruce's shit the longest. Idk but something about them, they had almost personality flips, Jason was the happy go lucky one, then he went pit mad and now hes angry and snaps and Dick was the angry one hell bent on vengeance and now he's smiling and happy and trying to keep the fam together and all that, idk jason would let dick be angry again if they're a couple and let him release all the pent up anger/repressed inside and Dick would cool Jason's anger, bring back the joy in him, etc etc

Bruce/Tim: this one I'm still a lil on the fence about, I like it because it offers another side of Bruce and Tim's relationship, and it adds another way for Bruce to show he does actually care and appreciate and love tim and wants him in his life, and its another way for tim to soothe Bruce and bring him back from the edge and etc etc... don't have too much to add bc again im on the fence but yeah

so those are all that i got for now, yeah hope that maybe explained things better, probably just made things more confusing but i just had to get it out at one point :p overall i steer away from batcest in my fics and dont like to use it like that, theyre family, brothers sisters, parents in my heart, but sometimes theres just scenarios where they fit better as romantic partners... anyway thats all

[drmedicsgamesurgery]

Are there any direct statements from kodaka himself that dr0 is meant to be read first before going into 2? (Believe it or not, there are some fans who believe zero is no matter what, ultimately unnecessary to the franchise despite being written as essentially the back half of the themes and worldbuilding of not just dr, but ESPECIALLY 2, with the excuse being “it’s side material, it’s a light novel, it did not get an official western release (so it is therefore unimportant.). I’ve seen people think the plot points 0 introduces SPOILS the stuff it brings back to resolve in 2! (Specifically regarding izuru, the steering commite, etc.))

This'll be a long one (and include a dr0 game update):

Let me preface this with the fact I am also one of those people who thinks it does spoil a considerable amount of 2 despite releasing first. I am a long time fan of zero from back when the OG translations were coming out, and read them over 10 yearsish ago now, and am obviously the lead creative director for the Danganronpa Zero fangame.

But let us go through some of (not all because this would be way too long) the details behind your ask.

As far as I have read in multiple interviews there is no explicit statement regarding about reading it before dr2 or after, but i am pretty sure there is for before reading dr3 definitely [needed citation form one of the old dr3 interviews i do not have the link handy]. There are also his comments that the books/anime/manga are canonical and important to the series. (warning spoilers for rain code in this interview too)

As for what I think, personally dr0 and dr2 are the most interchangeable entries of the series. personally I am also in the camp of leaving izuru a mystery before going into 2 as smart people will be going well obviously izuru is just going to be important / be the mastermind of the next game, and it may ruin their enjoyment of that twist. Sometimes prior knowledge can turn off people, though i know some people are in the camp of "actually spoilers enhance my experience" but i do not think that is what you mean.

As for the visual novel version I am creating theres no real good way around having visuals of izuru even as a shadow so it will be required to at least have read dr1 and dr2 prior to it and designed to read definitely before dr3 with hitherto references to other parts of the series as a nod to it all.

As for the plain text novel version either way works really, it depends on what you want to get out of the series yourself, more mysteries by leaving it, or more concrete answers by reading it for less confusion. There is no perfect answer. well the perfect answer is do not read dr0 before dr1 for those weird people that read the series in chronological order but that's a whole other can of worms.

More so I also think dr2 builds the mystery of the reserve course a lot better and not knowing about them lets people speculate on hajime's talent rather than going "i wonder if he is one of those reserve course students mentioned"

As for the steering committee they don't really matter for 2's story at all and are mainly just world building for the schools hierarchy (which i intended to create an essay for but ended up including it in the game script as a prologue interlude when explaining the school so it doesnt just only reuse the same text as dr1s opening.)

That all being said, personally I think it is best to read 0 after 2 and I have more reasons as to why, being considerably familiar by now with the text, but it did come out before dr2 so I cannot fault people for reading it first. but as for my vn version, having it be read after 2 and before 3 lets me be considerably more creative with the games art and I am sure people will agree when it releases. Kodaka considers DR0 one of his best works (I believe he said this on DanganRadio) to which I agree, so making sure the game is a perfect homage to his series has been well on my mind for a long time, as well as the question of when should it be read.

Your opinion is perfectly valid here of wanting to read it before 2, and understandably so considering it came out first, but at the end of the day I think they are pretty interchangeable in order, probably the two most interchangeable things in the series outside of maybe the kizakura drama cds being before or after dr3 as well (did someone ask for a translation for those soon? 👀)

Thanks for reading, hope this gave you some insight as to my thoughts regarding this order. Some people. may know i have my own order guide for Danganronpa but i think i will have to update it soon when everything is fully translated, and it may or may not have some controversial book placements so I may come back in the future with another blog post about series order and my thoughts on it.

Without intending to drag this out further, thanks for asking, hope you all are doing alright - SeriousSeiko

[lains-reality]

Hi, I'm a bit confused on this post.

https://www.tumblr.com/lains-reality/740265664611287040/can-you-tag-the-post-where-youve-talked-about?source=share

If we are already realized just by knowing this information and that is all we needed to do then what is the point of all this practice to go back to being self? Are we even able to do it while the character is still here? I don't really understand.

What are we supposed to do next after gaining this knowledge, because everything still feels real to me despite knowing they are not. It's like once I move on from knowing that I am just awareness, the mind goes back to identifying with this character. The informations posted just seems so all over the place that I'm confused on what we need to do or what the goal even is. Some people say you need to quiet the mind, some say you need to realize self, some say you need to drop the ego, it's so confusing. And then people will post you need to quiet the mind to see you arent the ego and then you can drop it and then I'll try doing that ( and I don't even do it right because they don't tell you have to quiet the mind), but then they tell you you need to drop the ego before the mind can become quiet and it's all so confusing I swear it feels like my head to going to explode. I just want to be free from all this but I don't even know how to do it anymore. I need like a practice, something I can do everyday that will just free me from all this.

"what is the point of all this practice to go back to being self?"

the point of the practise is to realise that you already are Self. not going back to. "theres no transition to Self. you already are THAT. its letting go of all the concepts of limitations that is a transtion" - i'm pretty sure lester levenson said this.

"Are we even able to do it while the character is still here?"

the character is a thought. its a concept. you won't understand this until, you do lol. thats why quieting the mind is recommended, as is dropping the ego and realising Self - they are all the same thing. the lead to the same thing which is recognising you are Self and not the body-mind.

"What are we supposed to do next after gaining this knowledge, because everything still feels real to me despite knowing they are not."

use it. thats it. drop more and more habits and attachments. until you can spontanously do what you want. drop more thoughts and fears.

lester had some pointers for guidance:

get to a place where no one or nothing can disturb you

be selfless in behaviour, be interested in others

get to a place where you have no more desires

you might also wanna read this, and this. and this , this and last one i swear lol

"Do I have to endure the world while I know my self as awareness and disbelieve that I am Vanessa???" THE POINT OF KNOWING YOURSELF AS AWARENESS IS TO DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT AT ALL TIMES, FOREVER. It's complete, incomparable freedom and power. It's the only real love. - 4dbarbie

[calamarispiderart]

your interpretation of heart's blindness is so cool and true. giving heart that agency benefits both his character and the overall story so much. something about either mind or soul somehow having the authority to afflict heart like that just rubs me the wrong way tbh. like a big part of the story is they're all one and the same, can't survive without eachother. there's like 3 lines in the soul eclectic about soul's tridential authority being pretty surface level, the only way for him to hurt heart and mind is to hurt himself, so why should it be different when it comes to blinding heart

thank you, yes!! i have a lot of gripes with the way hearts blindness (and heart himself honestly.....) is framed and depicted in some spheres of the community.... im sure its unintentional but i feel a lot of people forget heart has just as much agency, power and control as the other two. him being blind doesnt change that whatsoever and the consistent framing of his blindness as a punishment or some kind of... karmic consequence is just.... yeah. rubs me the wrong way too

...i feel theres definitely some ableism coming into play whenever people frame heart as like... the weak beaten down one thats always abused by the other two, or maybe he just sucks at everything because 'ohh he cant see so he bumps into stuff and is always confused!!!' (which itself holds a fundamental misunderstanding of how blindness can work and manifest), or just framed as otherwise lesser than the other two in a variety of ways ....im sure you can imagine what im talking about. its very much a problem which i hope people realise they need to correct.

ableism aside, while i am biased due to this being my own subjective interpretation of things i do agree and feel heart having the choice and control over his blindness is both just a lot more fitting for his character/themes overall and just....far more interesting for the dynamics of the story? maybe it doesnt hit all the 'dramatic angst notes' in the same way as other interpretations but... yeah idk im just rambling at this point B:•P

im glad u like it!! thank u for sharing ur thoughts B:•]

[mychlapci]

Megatitties! Apologies for the 2nd post sent recently cause i wanna add onto the other anon who spoke about the megaboobs.

Megatron would definitely feed his bitlets whenever they demanded it, 100% spoiling them because they’re so demanding and he’s proud of their angry, half-babbled glyphs repeated until their carrier finally scoops them up, opens his chest-plates and let them greedily drink from his nozzles, giving the odd growl when they didnt share with their eachother. Him being oddly soft when one of the sparklings falls asleep, still sleepily trying to hoard a nozzle for itself, that he ends up sitting on his throne, going over some datawork with sleeping bitlets cuddling against his titties <3

Maybe it gets out to the autobots that Megatron has bitties, and now theres faction wide interrogation, clearly led by prowl and Maybe Optimus, because why do 4/5 of the bitties have blue optics. Unless Megatron carries that gene (he 100% doesnt since 1 little bitty has red optics) the sire is an autobot. Prowl has his suspicions and intel-reports show that these tiny bitlets share a decent amount of red..

Nobody admits it, nobody wants to admit it. But when a intel-report comes in saying Megatron is sparked again, all hell breaks loose in the middle of a battlefield. Nobody can do anything to stop prowl as he storms over to Optimus and DEMANDS an explanation. The Decepticons have definitely made bets on who would be bold enough to fuck their leader until he was sparked up, Who would put their spike anywhere near their crazy, stubborn, psychotic leader’s valve? And who would do it TWICE? But now they’re all making bets on how many times both leaders have gone at it away from the battlefield, or even on the battlefield depending on the horny meter. And making bets on when Prowl is gonna crash / bluescreen.

- Chase anon <3

Also, whats your opinion on Megaratch and Megop? I definitely favourite Megaratch but rambling about the two leaders, because technically they can say them fucking isnt treason since they make the rules, is needed.

oh god, Megatron's angry little bitlets rocking red plating and blue optics, which isn't something that the autobots find out until someone who was in Megatron's capture escapes and explains to the high command that one of their comrades, not pointing any fingers, seemed to have put their dick inside Megatron and created these oddly adorable abominations. The decepticons clearly realize that their leader's sparklings were co-created by an autobot, but none of them are going to say anything about it, what are you, nuts? The only one who says anything is Starscream, and he got his ass kicked by Megatron the moment the words “autobot spike” left his mouth. So everyone is just silently placing bets, but they're pretty sure it's gotta be Optimus. They theorized Prowl for a while, but the guy just isn't red enough. 

Prowl literally realizing it must be Optimus the first time he sees the sparklings on a recording Jazz brought back from a spy mission, but he tries to not jump to conclusions. Until rumour comes around that Megatron is sparkled again. This means that sometime during their last big battle, Optimus and Megatron must have strayed into the shadows and their dear, beloved, righteous leader shoved his spike into Megatron, out of all bots, and made him mewl over and over again until his gestation tank was so full his frame had no choice but to start making another batch of bitlets. The first batch is still getting breastfed, Optimus, what the fuck - Prowl, probably, in a fit of rage, not really aware what he's even saying anymore.

also btw Chase anon… why must your brain be so big. i am now forced to admit that megaratch is actually my guilty pleasure ship. I love megop dearly with my life, theyre my toxic old man yaoi, but… shit, you hit the nail on the head. Can I just indulge and say... Prowl screaming at Optimus, demanding to know what was he thinking, and Optimus is thoroughly confused until Prowl just straight up asks him if he'd fucked Megatron. Everyone's so angry that their bets fell through when Optimus swears he didn't. Well... then who did the blue optics and red paint come from?

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Could I request Wednesday x GN!reader where the reader is pretty gothic too, likes macabre stuff and dark things but not as cold hearted as Wednesday. Also If you’re okay with it, the reader having autism would be nice to add. Also maybe Wednesday actually confesses to them? Mostly fluff stuff heh

I´m actually nervous about this one, but here you go anon<3 I hope you like it!

There is just one more thing I needed to do

pairing: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

synopsis: It´s been a couple of days now since the ressurection of Cracksttone and the resulting fight. Still in the hospital you get a visitor you wouldn´t have expected.

warnings: mentions of being shot by an arrow

word count: 0.9k

A/N: this was harder to write than I thought but I´m glad I got pulled out of my comfort zone a little. Now I do not have autism and neither do I now anyone who does personally so if there is anything like wrong or harmful in here please send me a message and I will try to change it as fast as possible. Just please be nice <3

It had been several days now since the resurrection of Crackstone and the resulting fight. Yet still the hospital insisted on you staying there for observation, despite feeling you could recover just as well in the comfort of your own home. In all honesty you were sure of it. The harsh lights, constant sounds and that clean hospital smell made you feel on edge almost constantly and even the headphones, playing music loud enough for anyone to hear, could only help to make you feel better so much. The arrow that had hit you wasn´t that bad and Xavier was quick enough to get help, so you didn´t understand what the fuss was about. Quite honestly sometimes it made you want to scream. Opting for the music once more instead you took your small leather-bound journal out of the side table too in an attempt to complete the writing you had started earlier that day before your parents came in for a short visit. The want to scream vanished into an intense tingle that spread throughout your body.

A good decision as it turned out, as it pulled you out of your so passionately hated surroundings entirely the moment you lined up the pen and felt the smooth paper under your hand.

The touch of a hand on your lower arm is what breaks you out of the concentrated state only so long later.

You didn´t expect to be visited anymore today. Xavier, Yoko and the others for sure would have texted before coming around and there were no more exams done either.

Setting the big headphones down you turned to look who had just touched you.

“Wednesday?”, it was genuinely surprising to see her.

“I´m not interrupting, am I?”. she points to the notebook in your lap.

“No, not at all. I couldn´t write anymore anyway.”, you press the heels of your hands into your eyes shortly before letting them flap freely. “What are you doing here? I thought Xavier said something about you leaving today?”

“I am about to. Theres just one more thing I needed to do.”

That confused you even more, but before you could ask what she could possibly have to do here she pulled a little plush bat out of her backpack. You don´t even have to feel it´s weight against your hands before you recognize it´s yours.

“Thank you Wednesday, but…”

“Enid said, that Yoko mentioned your parents left it on your bed, when they came to get some stuff. She also said to tell you to get well soon.”

There is a short break where neither of you says anything, but the weight of the plush grounds you more than the music could all day.

When you look back to her, the usually so confident look in her eyes has changed to an uncertain one. What could possibly make her unsure right now?

“Before you go… I want to give you something too.”, you speak up first.

Reaching into the bedside table once more to retrieve a neatly folded piece of paper. Taking it from you the look of uncertainty changes into confusion.

“That´s from the poem you wrote when we first met…”

“Yeah, I wanted you to have it as a reminder I guess. I don´t know…”, as you let your sentence trails off you see something you have never seen before.

Wednesday turns her eyes to the ground. Seemingly weighing how smart it would be to say the following words, you don´t interrupt her, but you do try to find her beautiful, dark eyes again.

“I also need to tell you something.”, she makes sure to find your eyes and take a deep breath before continuing to speak. “Until a while ago I thought liking someone meant nothing but increased stress, dependency, loss of self-control and poor judgment. At least that´s what I have always seen. I saw it as nothing but a simple chemical process that people delude themselves with… I told myself I would never become like my mother, but over the last weeks I realized this might not be an entirely true statement. The truth is that I´ve come to realize that I like you. More than just as a friend.”

The little speech takes you aback a bit. Since you met shortly after she arrived at Nevermore your friendship if one would like to call it that way has always been described as a little unique. Despite all that, you had found yourself harboring feelings for the gloomy girl too.

“I like you too, Wednesday. I mean I quite literally took an arrow to teh shoulder for you.”, you smile as a knock at the door alerts the two of you.

A young woman sticks her head in before bringing you something to eat and leaving the even quicker than she entered.

“You probably need to go too.”, you don´t really know what to say. “I would like seeing you again when I am out of here though. Or maybe you can text me when you get home… Xavier told me he got you a phone…”

“He did. Yes, but I don´t have your number…”

“Oh yeah right.”, you cleanly tear a page out of a writing pad before writing down the digits and handing it to her. “Now you do.”

Wednesday looks at you one last time, while putting your number away safely and nods before she leaves. Through the window you can see how she carefully holds the paper in her hands as her eyes scan over the page again.

“Be still and listen...

At the fountain behind the battlements

hums softly softly softly

a painful dream

into the country so far so far so far

and yet not far enough

for this young thirsty heart.”

As she starts to walk away her face is as emotionless and stoic as ever, not giving away what the conversation the two of you just had might have revealed.

[bunnygirlaltar]

lilith conjunct venus in the 1st house, opposite pluto

having lilith in my first house has made me crave insight into her energy and influence over a chart, especially with the aspects she makes in mine. most of the time though the descriptions i can find about these placements dont actually resonate super well? i can tell the people writing them understand lilith and maybe their descriptions make sense in theory, but i want to do my part by sharing how i think she affects my chart from my own point of view. she does trine my midheaven after all <3

lilith in the first house (gemini)

i have felt misunderstood my entire life, its just become the nature of existing as myself, i probably feel misunderstood at least a little bit all the time. growing up i was the youngest and very close to my older sister who i would follow around and imitate a lot. we have a great relationship but as i started to develop my own sense of self early on i wanted to make it clear i was my own person as much as i could. throughout highschool too i remember always struggling socially because i never thought people saw me in the way i wanted to be seen. usually i felt perceived as darker, almost meaner than i was. i actually became pretty fixated at one point on consciously trying to brand myself as a nice person, because i didnt understand why so many people seemed to have no interest in me.

theres a paradox to lilith though, where while i felt this misunderstood all the time and i would on one hand hate it, on the other hand i almost needed it and craved it too. so its like in response to being misunderstood, i would further go out of my way to be more mysterious or exactly what people saw me as. i love to have secrets, i genuinely feel off-balance and uncomfortably vulnerable if i feel like ive been very open and have no more mystery to me. i love to not explain myself. my adolescence was filled with me making random almost impulsive changes to my appearance and enjoying how it made people confused, especially when it went against conventional beauty or femininity. id shave my head, randomly switch my whole wardrobe, get tattoos and accessories that stuck out and never answer anyone who asked about them. i love to show off my style while also telling everyone its none of their business. ive almost come to anticipate and expect being misunderstood, so i start to lean into it. it can lead to some of my best confidence moments, but it can also be so isolating and sad. most of the fights ive had in friendships or family is about me feeling like the other person fundamentally doesnt understand something about me that i find really important, and it hurts. im also the type of person where the people who have known me the longest or the best often still have trouble describing me when asked or predicting how ill act in situations. again, most of the time i delight in this, but when it leads to conflicts it can feel devastating, like nobody in the world understands me or tries to. the best connections i have are when people arent afraid to try to get to know me more even when i bristle up at them about it, and when they hold me in high regard or a positive light even when it would be easy not to.

also to clarify, im not like an actual demon person, i like to think i am a very good and nice person. lilith just makes it get distorted, shes not like a little demon in my head telling me to do shitty things, if anything shes a little demon in other peoples heads when they look at me, telling them that something neutral about me is actually dark.

lilith conjunct venus (in the 1h, gemini)

everything i said about feeling chronically misunderstood about the first house, here it goes double for romance or sexuality. i by default assume that most people, especially men, are viewing me in a negative light until proven otherwise. again that paradox, where im not sure if it started because it was true and i came to expect it, or i was worried about it and it became a self-fulfilled prophecy, all i know is that while im not right all the time, im right often enough for it to be hard for me to shed this assumption.

i wanted to talk about this aspect specifically because its been hardest for me to understand this one myself with what i could find reading about it. because venus in the first house is often described as someone being very alluring and likable, perceived in a positive way, all the blessings you can imagine venus in the first house would give someone. but with lilith in the first house people say almost the opposite things. so what about their conjunction?

for me i think lilith there doesnt cancel out or steal the spotlight from venus, its more like they team up. my distaste for romantic relationships almost counterintuitively plays a big part in my general personality, almost like im daring people to challenge it. being the perpetually single friend and having this attitude of being almost above romance is a pretty prominent part of how im perceived honestly. as ive matured and thanks to other placements i dont think im better than people who engage in dating or anything like a total cynic, but especially growing up with my closest friends being in pretty toxic relationships, my bitterness toward it just became a part of me. i always seem to be a little more angry, a little more hurt by the shitty things people do to their partners. lilith and venus together makes me feel very protective of women and femininity or at least very reactive to the concept of gender overall and to women being subordinate. im the definition of 'supporting womens rights and wrongs' meanwhile with men i have so much less sympathy and can see their negative intentions immediately when others dont. again, im not saying im always right (i would love to not be right), but im right often enough that its hard to unlearn this.

i also think this plays a role in how other women see me and interact with me. i think women with a strong and stable venus energy to them, strong positive placements and aspects, strong in their sense of self generally, tend to react better to this part of me. they dont blame me for my snap judgments even if they disagree or dont share them. they value them, often say they value my insights on people because im 'always right' or something to that extent, like they can trust me to always be in solidarity with them. women with more turbulent venus energies mirror my own instability. like i said, the paradox, my venus and lilith both dont want any attention from men while also being bitter that i never get it. i think this aspect of me comes out more around these women, and i bring it out in them too. usually we can agree on shit-talking and feminist ideas, but at the same time they will go and not walk the walk, usually theyre struggling in toxic relationships with men or how they view their own femininity, while i go and judge her for her inconsistency from the sidelines if i dont catch myself. it brings out ugly sides in both of us, and this has been a big focus in shadow work for me. lilith and venus can have you so protective and defensive of women that you almost circle back to disrespecting them, usually from putting them on a pedestal and getting unfairly upset when they dont live up to it. i think this is part of an inherent and inescapable shame that lilith carries with her, that i can be as confident as i want being so dark and counter-culture and alternative, but that can only exist by validating the very power structures i claim to hate, the real wound being that i feel rejected.

lilith and venus together makes it so that so much of my sense of femininity is inseparable from power dynamics and oppression. i have to work hard to make sure i dont define femininity or womanhood by suffering, or impose some divine gender-essentialist type of mindset that leads to terfs. fuck terfs by the way. my relationship with gender in general is shaped by this, im a huge defender of people when it comes to gender identity and expression because i understand so deeply that no one should have control over what you do with yourself, your body, your self expression. i love radical people in fashion, i love cringey people, i love niche alternative subcultures, i love when people are provocative and assertive in their personhood. lilith conj venus brings me a lot of difficulty but i am deeply grateful for the way they make be see beauty in absolutely everything and everyone, this is a core part of me, a value i hold very dear and practice as much as i preach.

lilith and venus oppose pluto (1h-7h, gem-sag)

i saved talking about my actual own love life and relationships for here. also because, theres not much to say, which is exactly the point! ive only ever dated someone for two months in highschool, and we broke up essentially because of everything ive been describing, i felt like their feelings for me were for a version of me that wasnt accurate, and feeling like that made it impossible for me to keep my feelings for them. other than that, i have been perpetually single and can count 'crush' experiences on one hand.

but heres the paradox, i am so deeply transfixed with sex and romance, its not that theres a lack of interest. its that my feeling of being misunderstood prevents me from wanting to do anything with anyone. i have high standards and like i mentioned, i tend to assume the worst in people especially if im seeing them as someone pursuing me. its hard for me to distinguish between someone liking me or being attracted to me and them disrespecting and objectifying me, they often feel like the same thing. again, is it me projecting, or am i just overly sensitive and reactive to a truth there? im not entirely sure.

the times ive had feelings for someone, usually i see a similar lilith presentation in them i can relate to. i tend to have crushes on problematic women (someone my friends dont like, someone whos not generally well-liked, someone who doesnt have a great romantic track record, or shes just straight lol). i get attracted to women who seem to be misunderstood and demonized often, as if i want to prove to them that i can understand them in ways other people dont, and i hope that they can do the same for me.

with venus, i like to flirt, i like to come off as almost sweet and mild actually. probably because of gemini, i like to be seen as easy-going and conversational and fun, non-judgmental, a good listener, witty. but with lilith there, theres always a sense of mystery around it. im a nice person, approachable, but you dont actually know much about me. im a good listener, but i dont talk about myself. i have a psychic awareness to me, being witchy and spiritual tends to be pretty present in how people see me and i think it adds to a layer of obscurity to my energy. and i love it. venus conj lilith, gemini, clearly i love to be confusing, i love to be a contradiction, i love to make people think. the vast majority of the time, i just live like this for fun and my own enjoyment. but when ive liked people, its been because they were extra receptive to my lilith energy.

pluto opposing lilith makes her very sensitive to being clocked by similar plutonian people, like recognizing like. i like when people engage with the light-hearted part of me, but then indicate somehow that they know theres more beneath the surface of me. i like when they admit that they dont understand something about me, i like when they ask about it, i like when theyre both interested in the venus and the lilith in me.

venus opp pluto is notoriously not a great aspect for love and relationships, and mine doubles down by being in my 1st and 7th house. my most intense relationships feel psychological more than anything. im attracted to people i can psychoanalyze and who will psychoanalyze me. i like when they say something personal and a little controversial but honest. so it makes sense how this can be a difficult aspect. you tend to attract and be attracted to problems and concepts more than people. pluto makes me want to dissect their entire psyche and examine all of their past like theyre a lab rat. theres a feeling that with all the darkness in you, you can only be with someone who can relate and understand the darkness, or at the very least isnt scared of it in you. but its a gamble, plutonian energy takes a lot of work to balance out! i dont think its impossible for there to be strong plutonian energy in a healthy relationship, but quite frankly more often than not people havent done a lot of work on that side of themselves and it does lead to unhealthy situations.

theres also a lot of moving in shadows in my love life, theres rarely been clear cut communication or a feeling like we really understood what the other was thinking. thats what makes it not last but thats also what makes it so tempting to keep trying over and over. the thought of finally accomplishing being understood is too tempting and no one is more willing to keep trying at it than another person with lilith/pluto energy. i also like relationships that are private, similar to how i enjoy myself to be perceived as a little bit mysterious, i want a relationship that is that too. the problem is i long for all these traits in a healthy relationship, but in reality these are also pretty common in unhealthy relationships. its a challenge to be in a relationship that honors or fulfills the strong lilith energy i have while not feeding into it in a toxic way.

i compare it to (this rendition of) persephone and hades. persephone who had this beauty and grace to her, but also had this darkness that was equally part of her. and hades sees it and invites her to take the throne she deserves, but to everyone else, this is corrupting her, they want her to stay the easy-to-understand and beautiful spring maiden she is, and hades is ruining that. but persephone doesnt feel that way, she feels like he finally sees something in her that is integral to who she is that no one else seems to see, or they do see and want her to suppress it. they rule the underworld together, and the nature of their relationship is shrouded in mystery and darkness. everyone argues and debates about persephone and how much agency she had or what she felt, but only she knows the truth, and she has no interest in clearing things up. she lets it be mysterious, because she doesnt think its any of our business, and she doesnt feel the need to prove anything, shes a queen! this is sort of the ideal of a relationship for me. like recognizing like, and getting together to unlock our full potentials together even if other people dont understand it. persephone being able to go between life and death, earth and the underworld, being so misunderstood and secretive, that transformative and fluid nature, of course my venus conj lilith in gemini opposing pluto loves it i mean come on!

[knightzp]

(About The forgotten lyre - your fic)

Hey mikiii I am not really sure if I should send this as an ask but my ao3 isn't working and I just HAD to let you know asap 😭

I loved your fic sm <33 😭 I really enjoyed reading it !! It had such an interesting plot that I genuinely thought I was reading a published novel...I was immediately spamming "next chapter" at the end of each one!!

For me, since I am not part of the fandom, I didn't know the characters so they were more like ocs to me but their personalities and dynamics were very clear through your writing :D

I am pretty sure I would love it even more if I was in the fandom and actually knew the characters (which means I must get into it now :D) but regardless I have grown to love them bc of your writing ^_^

Also I am a sucker for riddles and prophecies...so the moment the prophecy was revealed I was sold <3 and it was really satisfying when it was completely resolved :D

There were so many specific scenes I loved too...for example your descriptions of the various places and settings were very good :0 also there were quite a few dialogues I liked too but I'll keep my rambling short for now haha

Keep writing miki I'd love to read more from you!! <3

Also on that note, I have a question!

Is there a fic that you have written...that is your personal favorite? Basically what do you recommend I read of yours after this lol :]

[ALSO The artworks were so beautiful...it really set the scene so appreciation to the artist from my side <3]

AAAAA LEX OHMYGOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY READING THIS MADE ME im really really glad you liked the fic that much!!!!!!!

"I genuinely thought I was reading a published novel" YOU FLATTER ME 🥺​🥺​🥺​ i love knowing you liked the plot of the fic!!! i also Love prophecies and riddles in stories so much but its difficult to do them right so i had to think quite well abt them and im glad you think i did a good job writing them in the end !!

and abt the characters i know you arent into enstars so for you to have read this long fic abt them really means a lot to me <33 im glad you say their personalities and dynamics were easy to understand through my writing and that you got interested in them thanks to it!!! now that i think abt it the characters do have a lot of nicknames depending who is calling them so i hope that part wasnt confusing aldksfk (and omg if you do get into enstars in the end you have to tell me :3)

aaaa i actually love writing description so im happy that you pointed out you liked those scenes 🥺 and there are also some dialogues that im quite proud of so thank you!!!

and im Overjoyed that you really want to read more of my writing like !!!!!! to answer your question im quite proud of every season is full of memories of you with me , and Pink & Blue is quite a short one but is very dear to me too! also idk if youve watched hxh? but i have quite a few fics abt it too. i really like a lot False Steps which is a dancing au !! but well you can just go through my ao3 page and just pick whichever if theres any other that piques your interest!!

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

EPISODE 5……..🥺

Right off the bat, i love the idea of percy’s forehead peeking out of the water, like the mysterious mermaid he is

Annabeth was the best part of the episode as always

Thought they were gonna talk more about thalia percy parallels grover just looked a lil tad distressed and that was it but whatever

Percy and his lil ‘hi’s will never stop being funny

the usual “i thought annabeth was gonna punch me but she was actually nice to me guys who would’ve thought someone would be happy to see me” narrative still shining through WITH THE HUG PLS CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW SWEET THE HUG WAS

grover’s so confused like “literally an hour ago you guys hated each other….am i missing out on some plot point”

dude was ‘looking for new tickets in the st. Louis arch as if they were going to be on the floor lying somewhere💀

Percy’s face when he addresses grover after the hug, he’s so proud someone actually hugged him 🥹his face is just like “hey grover look SHE’S HUGGING ME🥺”

Can I just say the writing for percy is perfect

like he’s so 50% there like he’s so good at communicating and asking what’s wrong and trying to understand the other person’s feelings (sally jackson’s son for you) but at the same time he has NEVER had a friend before so he ends up embarrassing himself 😂😭

”im pretty sure that’s what friends do” “….at least i think that’s what they do” pls 😭

grover’s face too help you’re already tired of being third wheel???oh honey this is THE FIRST HALF OF THE FIRST BOOK get comfortable

not their lil heads popping out and going back in. Peak comedy right there

Seriously adam did reallyyyyyy good as ares. Theres no one else i can imagine anymore as ares. The delicateness of his ‘good mood’ as if it is gonna break any second, the rage and fury but at the same time being extremely funny???

the diner looks so cosy it’s so cute

was kinda missing some percy rage in this but it comes out at the last so its fine

The real reason for grover to be so okay staying back is not the strategy of getting answers out of ares but because of how tired he was of taking care of annabeth and percy.

I feel like they should be showing luke more (later on they will, i have faith) im already forgetting about him it wont hit as hard if i dont remember him

Percy “ive not seen many movies since im broke” jackson x annabeth “ive never seen a movie since i live in a magical camp” chase

but the fact that annabeth’s never seen a movie kinda erases the fact that later on in hoo, annabeth talks about watching cheesy old romance movies with her father which kinda contributes to their dynamic but

the fact that percy would probably be the first one to take her to the movies makes me not care

honestly tho IM REALLY REALLY HOPING THAT THEIR FIRST MOVIE WONT BE THE ONE AT THE START OF BOTL I’d rage as much as annabeth when i see percy with rachel (not that im a rachel hater, im a circumstances hater)

grover is such a good therapist, like he is THE EMPATH. He tripped the god of war into talking about his life this is a grover appreciation post

annabeth zoning out with fascination at the mechanics and also i love the “percy being done with annabeth” representation

i cant see anything so nothing to say here

SEAWEED BRAIN THIS IS A HISTORICAL MOMENT IN PJOTV HISTORY THE FIRST SEAWEED-

grover manipulating ares through his emotions>>>>>

also ares roasting athena

Percy sacrificing himself AGAIN like the depressed kid he is

annabeth immediately reassuring percy that she would save his mom the character developmentttttttt from being inconsiderate about percy losing his mom to promising that she would save the lady EVEN THOUGH SHE BARELY KNEW HER

This is giving me too many feelings guys the lady she’s promising to save is the lady who will be the best mother figure who will singlehandedly heal her mommy issues AND BECOME HER MOTHER IN LAW

“Its warm” i thought this was gonna be the last thing he says before whatever was gonna happen to him so i was like lol famous last words

but fr tho the intenseness of annabeth crying for percy to GET UP and percy’s just fading out of the world trying not to cry trying to reassure annabeth that he’s okay IN WHAT WOULD BE HIS LAST FEW WORDS, literally everything he does is for someone else even in his dying moments its just magelhi”gdsjihoawerhoudfjls

especially with the “im not…..” [okay] lol we have always known that percy, it aint a big surprise

i got to applaud leah for how she portrayed annabeth’s brain chemistry altering every minute with percy and how that influenced her speech with hephaestus

i cant believe thats leo’s dad hes giving santa claus i do like him tho

Now that i think about it the percabeth hug should have been after percy comes back to life not after the louis arch scene since they were just starting to have two minutes of chemistry there and have the “you dont have to feel bad about the hug” in the zebra truck scene

percy trying to intimidate ares lolllll walker scobell did his best to make it look real tho so good for him for not representing it as it was; a lil 12 year old child threatening a wrestler looking god of war

”Thanks for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers” will forever be in the cinema hall of fame

i feel like grover either is going to say the wrong person or he’s going to figure out it’s luke but something’s going to stop him from saying it out loud

or he’ll say it which causes some angst amongst the team who dont trust him cuz both annabeth and percy worship luke like there’s no tomorrow

RAINBOW?? OHH THEYRE GONNA IRIS MESSAGE LUKE??

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA

[pagesofkenna]

pspsps tell us about your vanishing of ethan carter opinions please

so unfortunately I can't talk about how much I loved The Vanishing of Ethan Carter without also mentioning how much I didn't like What Remains of Edith Finch. I went into EC feeling constantly reminded of EF - the titles are similar, the graphics are similar, the gameplay is similar, and I was really worried the experience would be the same as well

without spoiling much about Edith Finch, my main feeling about it is that the developers thought they were making a touching and bittersweet anthology of family deaths, but what they actually made was a whimsical light-hearted horror story of a family killing each other through negligence and obsession. I think I would have loved it if it had committed to being a weird horror story, but instead it just felt disappointing and tonally confused

Ethan Carter is pretty aware from the start that it's a whimsical horror story. the second puzzle in the game is a murder you're trying to solve, and theres more murders from there; a later puzzle includes a jumpscare portion, which I skipped entirely because I was playing at night, only to learn that this was one of a number of puzzles required to finish the game, and the game even included the ability to auto jump back to that puzzle so I wouldn't have to backtrack (I don't know if I would have had to fore-track - I really didnt want to do the jumpscare puzzle, so I ended up just watching a youtube video of the ending of the game lol)

mechanically the game was fun but could have used some work. they were very intentional about the game 'not holding your hand' which just meant that some portions were confusing and tedious (there's a loooooong stretch between the Astronaut puzzle and the Puzzle House where the game lives up to the genre title Walking Sim). i used a walkthrough to make sure i wasn't getting distracted by red herrings because I am an adult with a full-time job and video games are supposed to be fun. I think without a walkthrough I might've gotten frustrated by the game and the impact of the ending might've been less satisfying - or it might have been more satisfying, the world will never know

narratively the game really delivered. i'll save spoilers for under the cut below, but basically i went in expecting one kind of story, then the game slowly shifted my expectations and delivered a really satisfying gutpunch of a conclusion. by the time I entered the mines I had figured out that something wasn't quite what it seemed, and the payoff of that was the actual heartbreaking, bittersweet finale Edith Finch hadn't managed to capture.

you don't play as Ethan the way you play as Edith, you play as a paranormal investigator coming into town to discover what happened to Ethan, and learning about Ethan from this outside perspective made me really invested. he likes writing! his family is pretty awful! he had written to this paranormal investigator guy, not even directly asking for help, but the guy had come to help him anyways and I desperately wanted to find out what had happened to Ethan! and the ending made me tear up, which is the hallmark of a good game for me

spoiler additions:

what really made me tear up the most was the shots of the family (mostly just the parents though) trying to save Ethan from the fire. I think I figured out around the Church scene or the Mine scene that the 'Sleeper' wasn't literal; there were some narrative inconsistencies (the brother got killed up by the bridge, and yet was with his parents in the mines, which meant the bridge scene happened later but that wasn't making sense to me) and at some point the VO said something that made me think 'oh, he's not a paranormal investigator; he's Death'

that wasn't exactly right, but that means I went into the final scene expecting to be leading Ethan into death somehow, so the reveal that everything had been a story invented in the mind of a dying child didn't come as a shock to me. (I've seen some comments from people feeling like the 'its all a dream' reveal was a cop-out, but the eerie tone of the game never gave me the sense that this was a fantasy, just a fantastic interpretation of events, so yeah of course it wasn't real.)

like, in his dying moments this small child imagines the abuse of his family to be tenfold and the hero of his own invention to come and save him. like, damn, i can relate to that?? who can't relate to that?? maybe what hits so hard for me about this game is that i'm also a would-be storyteller. his family never actually tried to kill him anymore than there was actually an astronaut running around the woods; his brain had four minutes to reinterpret events in a way that made cohesive, narrative sense, which is definitely what all of us try to do to understand our own lives but it's really highlighted in the mind of a young, imaginative child

so anyway yeah, i teared up a bit, and i thought about ghosts and souls and how stories are true even when they're not factual, and thats kind of all i ever want from a horror story, and it was good

[amimuu]

*insert Ami dragging in a huge chalkboard filled with scrimbles and writings fitting to a madman* Ahem...hello...welcome to the tumblr post in which i explain my vision of how hbt au would be as a musical

Lets start (adding a keep reading so you dont have to scroll if ya dont wanna see it) ALSO. spoilers for hbt au in general including the things discussed over here, Heathers the musical and....Disney's Frozen...

so first of all I think the overall vibe of the music would change constantly as Mark's life goes on, at some points becoming lighter to signify positive changes or gaining new hope. Or the opposite, getting somber when a negative event happens.

ALSO! I think each character would get a "theme". Not directly a song. Just a part of it, a melody that incorporates into the main song each time said character sings or has a protagonic role in the song. Of course, some character's (Mark, probably) Do get their own theme song, and sometimes the lyrics of that could incorporate into other songs.

Also. ALSO. when I mention a song to reference to I mean referenxe the vibe the song gives unless I specify it otherwise

Alr i didn't really think of lyrics or names (just the vibe) so here's a list of how i think the songs would go. For now uhm...I'll give them placeholder names

No room for the both of us - Do I. need to explain. INWCT chapter 1. It starts with a phone ringing a lot as you hear someone making their way towards it, the music slowly building up until said person picks up and Alt!Cesar starts singing. ("Black out days" by the Phantogram mixed with "For the record" From 36 questions and a bit of "Kiss me (kill me) By JerryTerry. Im saying nothing else)

Warmth - Alt!Cesar makes his choice to keep Mark alive for a while but struggles with humanity in return. Warning! Lots of blasphemy in this particular song. He also talks a bit about the alternates and the morningstar....Not really sure how the vibe would go

Deer - Bambi ripoff bitch shows up. Alt!Cesar struggles even MORE with humanity (think of "Kiss me (Kil me)" by JerryTerry, mostly from the alternate's parts in which it sounds sickly Sweet yet creepy whenever it sings (Alt! Cesar does too at the start but it becomes less and less eerie as the songs go on), the song changes its mood whenever anyone else sings, and at the end the deer is cut off from singing by Cesar, who starts hitting it with a stick at the rhythm of the music, that has already shifted its vibe once again)

Bandages - That one part in which Mark is bandaging Alt! Cesar's hands and talking about his faith and stuff (The idea for the vibe is mostly soft, calm acoustic with no percussion ... I couldnt think of a song that fits the vibe ToT)

The truth - they report to Thatcher, head to the church and find the bambi rippoff bitch again. This song shifts povs between Mark and Alt! Cesar-deer also sings (Along with its Kiss me, kill me song vibe) but not a lot as it is consntantly cut off by Cesar. Theres an epic instrumental near the end as Alt! Cesar finally makes the choice to protect Mark-a mix between his theme and Alt! Cesar's (kind of like that one instrumental in "I hear a symphony". The rest of the vibe is pretty much... Tense) The music calms down after its over (maybe it could end with some violin?)

Crucifix - Confrontation between Mark and Alt!Cesar. This one particularly sounds somber, yet there is a little hope between the lines. The music and tension build up until it is cut short by a gunshot. After that there is soft music and a couple last words are sang, softly, no music in the background, by alt!Cesar. He sounds very sad :( (This one is kind of meant to sound like "I am Damaged" from the heathers musical)

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10:15 pm - 10:15, saturday night. Mark is confused- very. Sad also. Very traumatized, definitely. Theres a couple call back to other songs as well as lyrics from songs to come.. It ends with him choosing to stick to his faith and calling Thatcher (Picture "the 30th" by Billie Eilish .u." for an idea of the vibe)

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Cold glare - Mark's life from before he turned ten and stuff...bad times. This song is not meant to be completely and all sad as his mom is still there (this one is, actually Sang by present Mark, narrating back on the events)

Angel numbers - Mark makes a new friend :)! What could possibly go wrong? (this song ends with Mark's dad screaming- also there's a couple dialogue cuts.. I dont really have an idea of the vibe)

Cesar - Mark makes another new friend but this time it goes nicely. Cesar's introduction to the story (this song kicks off with their first interaction btw. Maybe there could be a song between angel numbers and this one to smooth out the events. There's a few dialogue cuts, mostly to highlight important events between the friends. Also, this song's lyrics get used in the future, as well as the melody, or a slightly changed version of it is meant to be alt!Cesar's "theme") (also for the vibe of this one i imagine something like "if i could tell her" from dear evan hansen mixed with a bit of "a better versión" from 36 questions)

Mother - More events on Mark's childhood, up until the events from the day his parents died..its kind of a reprise to the first song of this section but not really? Only the melody, Maybe there could be some shared lyrics. (This one in terms of vibes and bpm could be something like "astronomy" By conan gray...just that. Progressively growing more and more tense)

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Mark Heathcliff - Thatcher's experience with Mark, from their first meeting up until the time in which Mark calls him after the events of INWCT. Meant to be relaxed and a bit sad at times- also forgot to say the shared melody present at "Mother/Cold glare" is Mark's theme- which is also present here, along with some lyrics. (For the vibe of the music i imagine something like "the story" by Conan Gray)

Roll along - Mark narrates his life after the events of INWCT. He's not doing really well but hey! He got a dog! (There are some parts in this song with small dialogue exchanges between Mark and Thatcher, mostly discussing Mark's "saintly duties"). Kind of like rolling girl but imagine an entirely different vibe but the overall mood of the lyrics is the same, Hence, roll along. (But uh in terms of song vibe picture "Dear Theodosia" from hamilton... With a few somber parts)

Crucifix (Reprise) - Mark meets again with a little someone...It doesn't go well. Have you watched the frozen movie? Yeah? remember that part in which Ana and Elsa have a reprise of that one Ana song and it ends with Elsa accidentally throwing ice into Ana's hearth? Well imagine that kinda buildup in the song as they argue, but when Alt!Cesar has enough and he pushes Mark the melody just goes into a religious chorus kinda melody (Picture the part in "Meant to be yours" in which J.D. forcefully enters Veronica's room and sees her "dead". Like that but slower and more...ethereal sounding sort of) Until its cut short by...Mark getting impaled. OOF

warmth (reprise)? - Not really a song, but yeah, but REALLY short. The lyrics change but the melody stays the same, just that...slower. Alt!Cesar is singing in a very low voice too. (Picture "some die young" by Gavin Mikhail- but a lot less instrumental) This one ends with Alt!Ces calling for help, specifially, the sound of waiting for his call to be connected.

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Uncle - SO MARK AND DAVE MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME. Just that Mark is in a medically induced coma so.. Yeah. Dave talks about his past and his life with his parents.. Thatcher sings a few lines! Also between strophes you can hear the transcript of how Cesar's call for help went. (for the vibe its kind of like "Our Word" from the 36 questions musical... But mix it with a bit of "Non-stop" since there's a lot going on. Also its a pretty long song) This one probably ends with Thatcher saying something like "oh. Well..."

Talk - So this one is just. Soft. Thatcher is worried, Mark just woke up. And they talk. About...pretty much everything. The enviroment is pretty peaceful, yet...a bit sad. Maybe Thatcher brings up the call. Mark sure as hell mentions Darcy and they both laugh a bit at this. Probably by the end lol. (So for the vibes, picture "its quiet uptown" from Hamilton)

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And...that's it. I am fried and this mostly were from the parts of the story that we have details off- so yeah hehe-

I think than an interesting one in the future would be about Thatcher's alternate experience...Mostly narrating what happens as the hours pass, with a very eerie tone and a few dialogue breaks from Mark, who is violently texting Thatcher (his voice is also audible in the background as Thatcher sings) until in the end Thatcer just begins singing in a very low voice after....getting rid of the bugs. And then BOOM Mark comes in(Ohhh i think the vibe of this one would be kind of like "El tango de Roxxane" From Moulin Rouge ohhhhh YEESSSSSS)

But...after that one. Yeah. No idea. Ooof. Well...I hope you enjoyed reading that cuz i sure had fun writin' it. (also finding song references for the vibes of some songs lmao)