#sad clowns logged on

[queerofthedagger]

get your confessions and shit in, I'm about to turn anon asks off for a couple of days

[lowkeyrobin]

Hey pookie😽I’d like to request headcanons for the mcyts with an actor/actress s/o.<3 Especially how they’d react to any emotional scenes or if the character that their s/o played dies, im craving some angst right now lol

Ly😻

oooo okay okay ; I'm still very much burned out but unable to give myself a damn break so I apologize for these being so short ; I also named movies to get some inspo so sorry if you don't know any/some of them lol

ALSO!! I'm gonna rework my oneshot links on my masterlist so beware any changes lol

MCYT ; actor reader with death scenes

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu & quackity

warnings ; language, talk about death, gore & violence

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you played a character in evil dead rise, which tommy got really attached too even though you got like 10 minutes of screen time

genuinley started sobbing and laughing at the same time bc your death was so sad to him for some reason yet so cool and bloody

he looks over at you, jaw dropped like "wtf?"

there's actually tears streaming down his cheeks 💀💀💀

you post a pic of him crying on ur ig story and caption it "he's sad I died"

he logs back into his old letterboxd account to rate it 5 stars

his explanation is "my partner died but good movie. I almost cried again seeing the monster thing at the end though"

RANBOO

you had a little cameo in a quiet place pt2

basically your character was alive for a while and helping out the abbotts until you died saving reagan from one of the death angels

she obviously couldn't hear one behind her and your character had to lunge and save her and sacrifice themselves on the island that she ran off too iykwim

like your character went off with her to keep her safe + you died during that chase/fight scene at the end

ran nearly broke down into tears because you got a solid two hours of time in that movie for all that buildup and shit

TO DIE TOO

they started crying a bit cause like ???

literally gave you an award (a massive hug) for your incredible acting skills bc damn

FREDDIE BADLINU

insidious the red door goes crazy

you bond with dalton at college and help him float around and shit

the demon doesn't like that you're helping him whatsoever so it drags your character into the further

the whole kill is done with you exploring the further for a moment, being hunted down by prey and then jumpscared by the demon

it's not a very emotional death but it scares the fuck out of Freddie

"wait, oh my God, they'll never be able to talk to Dalton about supernatural stuff again! what the hell?"

the death was pointless and for a jumpscare but he couldn't care, he enjoyed watching you on the screen

NIKI NIHACHU

you were in the forever purge

you play a very obviously queer & pro-human rights character who's shit on by all the rich, conservative, ranch owning Texans in the movie

you basically had to sacrifice yourself trying to get to the border in time

in the city scene, you get killed as a protection sacrifice

no way you were letting adela die

niki literally started crying bc there was no reason for your character to give up their life but they did anyways

you were such a w the whole movie and she can't help but rant about that as well

she gives you a round of applause at the end cause like that was a damn good performance cmon now

ALEX QUACKITY

alex is never watching any terrifier movie ever again holy fuck

you skipped over the first one bc you couldn't even watch it again and went to the second because you were in it

he was actually on edge the whole movie

what the hell do you mean you were cut in half??? wtf is this?? saw???

he actually almost puked LMAO

you were laughing the whole time your death was playing

"WHAT THE HELL WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?? THIS UGLY CLOWN IS KILLING MY PARTNER"

"that mf doesn't know you Alex, I do"

"Okay whatever"

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

For the 100 followers event:

May I humbly request honeysuckle, red rose, and pink rose for Idia Shroud? Fluff please. Man I really hope I did this right *sob*

Not sure if the message part was for the character or you so both lol. For Idia: I love you sm fr 💙

And for you: CONGRATSSSSS! You deserve it 👏

‎‧₊🦋˚✧A Bouquet for you My dear✧˚🦋₊‧| Pt. 4 | I love you till the moon and back

Characters: Idia Shroud

Summary: Sending Idia Shroud Honeysuckle, Red Roses, and Pink roses

Warnings: Just pure fluff

Taglist: @nightshade-clown, @lucid-stories

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Idia was walking back to his dorm, coming back from his club. He was socially drained and so ready to log into his games and do his dailies. That was until his gaze caught a delicate vase full of beautiful colored flowers. He stared at them, unsure as to why they were outside his dorm room. After contemplating what he should do, he just decided to gently pick it up and bring it into his room.

After placing it on his desk, he just stared blankly at the flowers. He studied the vase, wondering if someone pranked it. He memorized each and every petal, leaf, and stem on each of the flowers. The set-up looked gorgeous, he admitted to himself, but nothing in his mind was making sense. He fixed his posture as he brought his head into his hands, so hold it.

Idia was curious as to why anyone would send him flowers like this. His mind couldn’t wrap around all the possibilities. He thought it was a prank, someone secretly recording him just be completely rejected. Suddenly, his eye’s caught a small tag attached to the vase. He turned it gently and softly read it to himself.

“To…Idia…From Y/n? Huh? Why would Y/n send me these? Couldn’t they have just texted me?”

He sighed and gave up the internal fight on whether he should read the note Y/n had sent him. His hands shook as it gently brushed against the soft petals of the flower. They were so soothing, helping him to read the note Y/n had written. His eyes widen the deeper he read, not knowing how to feel about it. All he felt was his face become warm and his heart beat faster. 

I love you so much, Idia! You’re so amazing and captivating. You have this hidden beauty within you that just has me in a choke hold. I have never felt this intense admiration and love for someone before. You’re so beautiful, and I can’t have asked for anyone better. Nothing in my mind could ever drive me away from you. My love for you rivals the love of the sun and moon! I love you to the moon and back.

Honeysuckle: True Happiness

I could only ever wish for your true happiness and for happiness within our relationship. I can only ever think of your gorgeous smile and your cute giggle. I value you and your happiness so much, and I want to make you happy. I would do anything for you to give me your smile every day of every second. Your happiness makes my heart flutter, and I just find it so cute when you get so excited. You plague my mind all day and night, nothing lives more rent-free in my head than you. You just make me so happy, and I hope I make you feel the same.

Red Roses: True Love

When I’m with you, my heart is all a flutter and my mind is stuck in daydreams. I want to live till my dying breath with you. You are my only love that I ever wish to have. You make me dizzy when you’re around, and I love feeling as if I’m floating when you smile at me. Hearing your voice soothes me so much, I can never be sad around you. When I’m with you, everything is bright and full of sunshine. I never feel sad when I’m around you, I feel whole. You complete me, you are my moon.

Pink Roses: Comfort

Tears seem to cease when I feel you in my arms. Your embrace grounds me so when I feel myself spiraling. Nothing makes me feel so much better than cuddling with you. All anxiety just dissipates when I feel your calming aura surround me. You don’t realize how much you make me feel better and how much warmth you give me. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to bring such a calm to the storms I feel. You bring so much ease and stability to my life, and I hope to bring you the same feeling. I hope to be your rock, because you are mine. 

— Your dearest love, Y/n

You sending him this bouquet sent Idia into a full on pink color, from hair to the tip of his toes. He couldn’t process the fact that someone out there loved him this much. He couldn’t process that someone could feel this much about him, in general. Idia managed to walk to Ramshackle without passing out and knocked on the door. You pulled him into the dorm and softly cuddled him on the couch. 

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[impossibleprincess35]

Fic Asks for Writers

Thanks for the tag, @ladylucksrogue!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently, 16.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? Um, 977,851. Fuck my life.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Wars, solely for the Obitine ship at the moment.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Asphodel The Echo and the Stain REPUTATION Peace Hard Candy

5. Do you respond to comments? I used to be super great about it, but I'm slacking lately. I have been trying to stay off Ao3 to avoid fixating on stats, so I log in every so often and reply to what's there. I always try to, even if it takes me a couple weeks.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? "In Vain" is kinda angsty. (I mean, it's a picnic compared to shit in "Asphodel," but that one's not over, sooooo.. *shrugs*)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? "Peace." It's super fluffy Satine, Obi-Wan, and newborn baby Korkie sugary goodness.

8. Do you get hate on fics? A little bit. I've had an anon linger about and then drop off, only to return to bitch about the explicit content in my long fics. It seems that sex is a huge trigger for this person. I've also gotten some snarky comments about how I write my ship from people in the fandom. Apparently, my Satine is "down to clown," so do with that what you will before you read. lololol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah, but it's romantic M/F hetero sex. I'm not, like, out here reinventing the wheel.

10. Do you write crossovers? No.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? It's a tie between Steggy (Steve and Peggy, MCU) and Obitine (Obi-Wan and Satine, SW).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I will not answer this because if I do, I will curse myself with never finishing it. :)

16. What are your writing strengths? I don't know. *shrugs*

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Probably everything. *shrugs*

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Let's be honest here: I don't even think I write amazing dialogue in my native language, much less someone else's.

19. First fandom you wrote for? As a preteen, I wrote fic about "The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest," Hanson, and Backstreet Boys.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? "Asphodel." It's literally a fic written BY me, FOR me. It has everything I want in it. The angst! The longing! The secret rendezvous! The flirting over comlink! The sex! The sad goodbyes! The tumultuous reunions! The gratuitous sex! The dramaaaaaaaaaa! So, yeah, self-indulgent shit, but it's my favorite and I don't care who knows it.

Open tags to anyone who wants to participate: @bettyxrosex, @grapenehifics, @notaghost3

[cowprintsillies]

A Deltarune/Undertale version of the famous Jurgen Leitner rant

WD GASTER?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING WD GASTER GOD DAMN FOOL EXPERIMENT DOING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE SPIRAL BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF THE UNDERGROUND COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING WD GASTER. STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT WD GASTER I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DID HE CONDUCT SO MANY FUCKED UP EXPERIMENTS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST FOLLOW BASIC HEALTH AND SAFETY IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST DESIGN GET AWAY FROM ME.

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said WD Gaster’s waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down. if i have to deal with WD Gaster speaking one word in person on voice in game not only will i close the game i will delete my save out of spite and have to replay the entire game again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive. i dont even know why i hate him so much. he haunts the narrative but i am just mad because i am ANGY. he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some wizard hubris shithead whos a fan of creepypasta and wanted the irl version ill go ham. BETTER have had an experiment make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him.

paypal.com/IFuckingHateWDGaster

Story’s not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his sprite and I lost it. where the fuck is WD Gaster if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt.

crusty old man. ill punch Gaster and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final log he kept on him at all times simply titled Very Very Interesting in ancient WingDings. im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point. i hope theres a date given for when Gaster died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone, and everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if effective experiments

[moth-eats-paper]

UPDATEEEEE

I've made it to season four so here's an updated log of the Magnus archives thingy mubob (this contains spoilers :3.)

Oh the pig no no like you sir

Oh god I guess this pig is a weird thing

THE CIRCUS?

Oh god not more circuses

Oh dear I think the pig has decided to eat clowns now

Oh self cannibalism

Whelp the pig ate someone

Loud sound

The eyes doing it's thing

JOHN DOING THE THING WITH THE EYE

Tim keeps scaring people

Tims not ok

OMG TIM STATEMENT

Tims brother went missing

I don't think it's Tim's brother

Whelp he's gone

Oh clowns know

OH DEAR CLOWNS

I don't think that's your brother Tim

Oh blood

Oh dead clown

Oh no more skin .

Oh famous clown

Tim and Elias drama

Oh we're in China

Oh creepy opening

I wonder. Is this in Chinese? I know that the eye can allow you to read other languages in order to obtain more knowledge. Even if you never spoke that language or were able to read it you just suddenly are able to.

Oh screams

Nevermind I'm pretty sure it's in English cause it seems the person writing it is a British soldier

Does he have the black plague?

OH DEAD BODYS IN THE WATER

Oh-

This is a sad man

“True and total war”

GOD DAMMIT NO CIRCUS

HE CAN READ MANDARIN AND AND CHINESE NOW (cause of the eye)

IT WAS FROM 2004 NOT 2014

Oh the proper one's are in America

Space station time

I wonder if this is the same space station as the one Gertrude read

I think she kept talking about it in one of the statements well more specifically the guy who it is from

We love Melanie (even though she keeps trying to kill Elias but she has a good reason)

FAIRCHILD IS BACK

IT IS THE SAME SPACESHIP BUT JUST A DIFFERENT GUY

Because the one Gertrude read was the isolation guy. This is about the other two people who were on the ship

Oh god the space weird space hands are back I think

Oh blood

Oh he's bleeding

Oh god he's just going to let himself die

Old screaming things

Don't envy the isolation guy he had a really shit time

Whelp now he's in limbo space

OH SOMETHING'S BLOCKING THE STARS

Oh deep thoughts

Melanie is thinking deep

She's skeptical of stuff

Oh dear

IS HE STUCK IN SPACE

Viscera I think is how to pronounce her name?

MARTIN HAS A CRUSH ON JOHN?

Viscera and Melanie are gossiping and I'm here for it

Oh performance review

OH GOD ELIAS

JESUS CHRIST ELIAS STOP LEAVE POOR MELIAINE ALONE

WHAT DID HE DIE OF

WHY DID YOU GIVE HER THE KNOWLEDGE OF HIM DYING

THAT'S TERRIFYING

He can just make her watch her dad's death!

I want texas toast I'm going to go make some

JOHNS IN AMERICA

Whelp he's being followed by a police officer

And Jared's “death”

GERTRUD WAS ARRESTED FOR BREAKING INTO A MORGUE

He just has to read statements to make him feel better

A screaming oven lovely

OH THERE'S A FIRE

OH A TRAINS ON FIRE

What do you mean you'd burn them?

John is better!

OH SHIT IT'S THE POLICE

WHAT IS THAT ACCENT

OH MY GOD ITS THE VAMPIRE HUNTER

YIPPEE MARTIN

I fucking hate Shakespeare

Lovely more masks

Poor Tim

And Melanie

AWW

OH SHIT

SOMETHINGS HAPPENING

PETER LUCAS IS BACK

Lucas seams so silly

Viscera gets really excited about her reading and I love that about her

Mmm more statements

I'm pretty sure John just asked for a statement because he was starting to feel sick lol

MORE VAMPIRES (I think) YIPPEE

His accent is kinda hard to understand

BODYS IN BOX

Spoopy people

Love how she calls the vampire hunter old man

Oh bodys on table

Silent screamers

OH WATER

Staby stab

Oh she killed him

OH SPOOKY THING

HAHAH DOLL THING (why is his voice kinda-)

More Marten :3

This girl sounds like an asshole

THIS PERSONS TRANS TDZSDHUGDZ

That is a long ass name

“Spiders are eating” PFF

Oh don't walk into people's jaws

Mmm Japanese spider movies

YOU HAD TO TRY AND CONVINCE YOURSELF HE ONLY HAD TWO ARMS

Oh spoopy

Oh they found A Way to distract Elias

A leitner?

JARED

Jared is cool

Jared's mom was an ass

Hmmm more things to kill and torture everyone

I keep forgetting meat is in this

Jared is so sad

MURDER

YIPPEE VISCERA

We're back in America and they found a bomb and the taxidermy or what's left of it

John and Tim drama

YIPPEE TIM A JOHN ARE OK

Oh tunnels

Bomb time

The meats back

LITENER

No more arm

And now he's in the water

PFFF

HELEN

Aww

YIPPEE SPOOPY

Meeting timeee

Gurtrud tape time

Wolfgang?

Puppets?

I think this is from a older time in europe because of the writing and how it is worded

DON'T GO

Mmm more robotic things

OH GOD A STAGE

Mmm birbs

BLOOD

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CURL YOUR LEGS INTO A FIST

Funsies

Oh he's being protective of martennnnn

PLANS

SECRET PLANSSS

JOHN STATEMENT HDHJDGKDVJHK

Awww john

ITS LIGHTENERS

Melines to relatable

MELANIE STATEMENT

MARTIN NFSUSSTUDIY

TIMM

Aww goodbye Jarey

mmm masquerade

MARTIN!!

“sorry Elias I can't hear you there's a DOOR in the way” I love marten

Hehehe bomb

Oh god marten don't die

OH GOD THAT'S NOT WAX WORK

MARTIN NO

ELIAS FUCK YOU

Uh oh

SILLY MUSIC

WHAT'S HAPPENING

Mmm nothing is everything and everything is something

God what is happening

EYE THINGGGG

TIMMM

TIM SET OFF THE BOOM

Oh

What the fuck is this

He's not responseuve

Oh eye always watching

ELIAS STATEMENT?

(I'm listening to this for a second time)

Hehehe sad man

Oh

Oh dear

THE ELBOWS DON'T WORK

The sky?

Oh

OH

Ma ma that's not edible

I don't want the box to sing

NOT THE COFFIN

Oh tunnel

Hmmm blood

TRAIN TIME

Hmmm watching

WHERE'D SHE GO

Oh dig

DOOR

Ants?

Oh

He screams

Who are we watching?

MARTIN

What

ARE TIM AND DAISY DEAD?

Bye Eliasss

PFFFF

OH

Lucassss

YIPPEE PETER

NO TIM AND DAISY ARE DEAD

Season 4 babyyy

Oh

Poor marten

This is so sad

Oh

WHAT

WHAT DO YOU MORE GOODBYE

First actual episode of season 4 :3

Oh?

WHO IS THIS

WHAT

WHERE

YOU SAW JOHN IN A DREAM?

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

Oh statement

He sees how people die funnn

“What am I?” I ask that often

Oh

OH

Ship into the middle of nowhereeeee

MEMENTO THING

Snakes?

Oh

Nevermind it's death

Why ya calm

Oh

Did you accidentally kill a bunch of people

Nope

YOU GOT A GUN?

YOU KILLED THE CAPTAIN!????

oh

OH GOD YOU KILLED EVERYONE

This is this Oliver guy

SPIDERS

Oh

That's funnn

Oh boy

Melanie (I think it's her)might have scared him off

Oh

OH

JOHNS AWAKE?

Zombieeee

I keep sending the homophobic vase because I can

oh no it was gorge

AND VISCERA

Magic tape?

JOHN!

HIII JOHN

oh

6 MONTHS

He's very confused and I can see why

Hehehe eye thing

Statement timeeee

YOU CUT SOMEBODY'S HANDS?

I think this dudes on something

Maybe

Idk any more everything is odd

YOUR BEING FOLLOWED MX STATEMENT PERSON

Oh

This person's a little silly

Awww I love John

Even though he keeps making have deep thoughts

THEY CAN'T FIND DAISY'S BODY?

Oh oh god marten are you okay buddy

Oh

Aww

He miss his boyfriend (I'm desperately waiting for them to get together)

W E B yippee

Oh god meline she's very traumatized

Oh

Oh that hurt

OH MY GOD THEY'RE GETTING ATTACKED BY THINGS

(Not at the moment)

I think everyone's losing it

HE JUST CALLED HIMSELF THE ARCHIVIST NOT “Johnathan Sims head archivist” JUST THE FUCKING ARCHIVEST

EVERYONE IS EITHER DEAD, PART OF SOMETHING, FUCKING LOOSING IT OR ALL THREE.

[qwertycake]

LOUIE PIKMIN?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING LOUIE PIKMIN GOD DAMN FOOL FOOD COLLECTING DUST EATING SHEARGRUB OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT ASTRONAUT OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING LOUIE PIKMIN

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT LOUIE PIKMIN I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP RECIPES WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET HIM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN SAYING A WORD NEVER HEARD THIS MAN SPEAK MORE THAN TWO SENTENCES AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLD’S MOST FORGED PILOT’S LICENCE GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get off pnf-404 and the plasm wraith said louie pikmin is waiting back on hocotate i would piss on the wraith’s feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with louie speaking one word in person in text box in game not only will i close the game i will delete my save out of spite and have to replay the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he just cooks weird meals but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some weird dude whos a fan of cosmic horrors and wanted the irl version ill go ham

BETTER have had a wraith make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateLouiePikmin

game’s not even about him. vaguely mentioned post credits and kidnaps three people and I lost it

where the fuck is louie if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch louie and his sad frail zero-gravity twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge helping hand meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final voyage log he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient hocotatian

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope there’s a date given for when louie died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true thoughts

[starakex]

Warden Ingo Cosplay Build Log

Hey Legends Arceus / Submas / Pokémon fans ! I spent two months last year making a Warden Ingo costume because the game made me fall in love with the franchise all over again (and because I love sad amnesia uncle, of course). I'm pretty proud of it, so I thought it'd be fun to share the process here in painstaking details. I've been cosplaying for over a decade now and I learned a bunch from so many defunct cosplay tutorials on this website, so I thought I'd give back. This isn't a guide, persay, but rather a dive into the methods and decisions I picked to complete this project. Any pre-made items or patterns that are available online will be linked! I'll be splitting down each piece of the costume into its own section for easier reading. This is gonna be a long one with a bunch of pictures, so I'd suggest viewing on the blog directly! Without further ado, all aboard!

Station 0: The Guidelines

Before getting into the build itself, I wanted to preface this wall of text with the guidelines I set myself for this project.These core pillars inform a lot of the decision-making, and some people might feel like using this log as reference for their own cosplays, so I thought it'd be good to put them here to explain why I did some stuff the way I did. Comfort first: I knew I was gonna wear it in the summer, and stand around all day at a convention, so it needed to be lightweight and comfortable. (well, as much as a cosplay can be, anyways.) Realism: Ok, that's kinda weird to associate "realism" to a Pokémon costume (unless you're Detective Pikachu I guess), but I wanted to look more natural instead of translating a shiny fancy 3D model straight to real life (nothing against that, it just wasn't my goal). This meant adapting certain elements that only really worked in stylized Pokémon graphics. Be a huge cheapskate: I didn't wanna break the bank with this one, so if I could save money thrifting or reusing stuff I had lying around, I was going to do it. Whenever you see me pull some material out of my ass that wasn't entirely fit for the job, that's why. After putting these down, jotted down a battle plan for the project (basically just a huge compartmentalized list of all the material I expected to need and the steps to complete the costume), and then it was time to get to work.

Station 1: Thrift Shop Pit Stop

I like starting every project with a quick trip to the local thrift stores to see what I can find. I hate sewing pants with a passion, so my priority was to grab some navy suit pants to match the coat's fabric to later. I also found a long sleeve black shirt for Ingo's undershirt, a belt I ended up not using, and lucked out with some excellent clown shoes with removeable insoles. After slapping in my own insoles, replacing the shoelaces and fixing up the pants' button, we were good to go on every element that could be done without any extra work on my end. Moving on.

Station 2: Three Refined Metals For A Hat

I'll be honest here: when I initially planned out the entire project in my notebook, the hat was scary as hell. I had no clear idea how I was going to do it; I didn't really want to buy a similar pre-made hat cause roughing it up would've been stupid hard to get to look right. I figured I could probably make it out of EVA Foam (a certified cosplay classic), but I've never patterned a shape this complex before. Turns out Kamui Cosplay made a foam pattern for the same kinda hat. Score! I purchased the pattern and assembled the hat using 6mm EVA Foam and Contact Cement according to the instructions. I then destroyed some poor polyester cord trim from the bottom of my scrap bin and glued it into the base for the... sticky-outies? The damaged bits. Y'know.

With the base finished, I drafted a pattern for the fabric covering, cut my pieces out of navy twill, sewed it up and slid it over the hat. I did the same for the inside with some cheap black muslin leftovers from another project, glued it all to the base in strategic spots, and then patterned, sewed and glued the band on. Finally, I took my seam ripper and scissors and opened up the seams where the little piles of sad polyester scraps were lining up to free them. With the main part of the hat complete, I cut up a disc of 10mm EVA foam for the insignia, scored the design on with a hobby knife and heated it up to form a bit of a curve. It was then sealed with flexbond, painted and sealed with a clear coat, and glued on! All that was left after this was weathering the hat. It's a little hard to photograph this piece properly, so I'll show the weathering process when we get to the coat.

I apologize for basically pulling a "rest of the fucking owl" here, but honestly a lot of the process was improvising and somehow not destroying the entirety of my progress, so I have no pictures of the hat building process beyond this.

Station 3: Sneasels Ripped My Coat

Ingo's coat started with a heavily modified version of a commercial pattern. Specifically, it's the D Coat from Simplicity's 4789. I could've probably found a pattern closer to the Subway Bosses' coat design, but this one had already been in my pile of "patterns I bought for an abandonned project and will totally use someday, I swear" and it was close enough, so I used it. Modifications included extending the collar, making the coat a little longer in proportion to my body, the sleeves wider at the ends, and adding inner pockets (a cosplayer's best friend). Oh, and the white bias tape on the edges and the orange stripes, of course. You may have noticed I'm not showing the pattern with all the modifications here. That's because as part of the Cheapskate Protocol, I really wanted to use this old Simplicity pattern to save money. A pattern I bought when I was a teen way back when. the misses sized pattern enveloppe. So I had to size up the entire damn thing. The biggest size on this pattern was like 7 inches off my measurements. It's a paper Frankenstein golem. It looks godawful. The actual adjustments to make the pattern Submas-ready are incomprehensible in there. But hey, I saved like 10 dollars! I started by assembling the base coat (undamaged) out of navy twill. I added heavy interfacing in the collar to help it stay up. I considered adding a lining to it to really sell the fact this used to be a modern machine-assembled piece of clothing, but it wouldn't have looked as good with the rips and tears later on. As a bonus, it's one layer less in the fight against heat exhaustion! However, if I were to make this coat for Pre-Eeby-Deebied Ingo, I'd definitively do a lining.

Next step was the stripes! I used some double fold white bias tape to finish the edges of the coat and topstitched the ones on the back of the coat on. I then used the same orange cotton as the hat band for the three orange stripes,which were topstitched on. Cheapskate Protocol made me buy barely enough orange cotton this time around because I was tired of building up the pile in the fabric scrap bin, so I had to improvise to make it work by snipping the bands in strategic spots in order to cover to whole coat properly. It's not like the parts that would be cut off later for the damage would need them, anyways. ✨Optimization✨

After rolling my rock up the hill of a Hell of my own creation, I booted up the game, dragged my avatar to the Ingo enclosure and marveled at the magnificent creature to see where the coat was ripped. I traced a loose guide of the tear designs with washable fabric chalk and crudely cut up the bottom edge, sleeves and collar to have the basic shape down.

All that was left was to add the armband and the buttons. Turns out the only metal buttonsI could find that were big enough were those buttons kits to cover with fabric. Since I wanted to go for realism here (and be able to throw the whole thing in the wash after sweating in it all day), I wanted to avoid crafting them myself. With the main construction done, it was time to do the weathering! ... ... ... OH GOD I FORGOT TO ADD POCKETS

Behold, the world's most awful pockets. Two stupid little bags sewn in such a way you hopefully can't tell from the outside that I completely forgot that I wanted these. They literally only exist so I can have my phone handy at a convention. There's a buttonhole to close it too, I guess. They're shamefully hidden with all my lining-less, raw seam sins. Ok now we can destroy the coat

Station 4: Stinky And Dirty

I mentionned earlier during the hat section that I was going to get back to the weathering process. This is happening now. For the sake of Realism™️, I wanted the damage to look natural in real life, so I had to make it look believable. Luckily this wasn't my first rodeo with the Dirt, so I had plenty of weathering experience under my belt. To break up the awkward scissor cuts from earlier on the edges and fray everything up, I pulled out the sandpaper and started... Sanding the fabric. Might sound weird to some, but a lot of costume makers swear by it. It's also great for ripped jeans (if those are still popular today) and general natural wear. I also refined the shape along the way with scissor to break up any long straight cuts before fraying the edges. I took care to reinforce any newly destroyed seams with a sneaky staystitch so it doesn't unravel in the future. I then mixed up a bunch of different shades of brownish grime with fabric paints (I had black, brown, yellow, orange and green on hand) to dirty the whole thing up. This doesn't look as realistic as some other methods like weathering powders and Just Using Real Dirt, but as mentionned earlier I wanted to be able to just throw it in the washing machine at the end of the day to sanitize it. (If you're interested in actually learning how to weather a costume, this guide is where I started my journey.) I prioritized the ripped edges and any spots where grime would realistically accumulate in over time, like under the edge of the hat band. Paint was dabbed, stippled and rubbed on with whatever garbage tools I could find, which in my case were some old crusty brushes, sponges and toothbrushes I could get really violent with. (brushes were harmed in the making of this costume, but not my good brushes.)

The whole thing was then sealed with heat using a flat iron as per the fabric paint instructions. With the coat done, all of Ingo's old Subway Boss uniform was complete!

Station 5: A Warden's Garb

Next step on the list was making the Pearl Clan uniform. Thankfully, there's a fun little piece of concept art that shows Ingo without his signature coat, so from it we can confirm that his clan outfit has short sleeves (good for the comfort goal) and consists of two pieces: a tunic and some kind of hip sash. I omitted the hood on the tunic because I was realistically never going to wear it up and it would have just bunched up under the coat anyways. Now you'll be painfully aware of that terrible corner cutting truth whenever you scroll down and see photos of the costume. Sorry. I drafted out a quick pattern for both pieces of the clan garb through the power of math for the sash (a couple half circles with another piece for the border) and tracing over a tunic in my wardrobe for the shirt. I assembled a test version out of scrap muslin to make sure it worked properly, then set the pattern aside so I could prepare the fabric. In order to have all of the tunic elements match together, I picked up a bunch of white stretch knit fabric and a bottle of purple synthetic dye so I could reach the shade of dusty lavender I wanted. I measured out two squares of fabric based on the pattern. One square was for the darker border on the waist sash, while the rest was the lighter color for the whole outfit. I boiled water according to the dye instruction and worked on my Fabric Soup.

With the fabric dyed and washed, I cut my pattern pieces out and assembled everything together. Nothing special happened there since the pattern had been tested and adjusted prior to sewing the real deal. Ok, one thing happened actually. My sewing machine absolutely hated how thin this fabric was and kept trying to eat my costume. By the end I was about ready to throw the machine out the window, but things worked out.

It's pretty sneaky and totally not visible on the outside, but the sash is held closed with two snap buttons on the front. It's easily the single jankiest piece of the costume due to the aforementioned attempt by my sewing machine to have fabric dinner. But hey, it works and the jank isn't visible so who caaaares (I care)

Final step for the Pearl Clan outfit was adding the logo on the front. I wasn't sure how I wanted to do this, at first, but to keep the fabric's stretch and keep with the idea that this is a hand-sewn garment from old Hisui, I decided to go with hand embroidery. I grabbed some scrap white cotton, dyed it purple, then cut it out in the shape of the logo. It was then painstakingly applique'd to the tunic by hand with embroidery floss.

With that done, the tunic was completed! It looks absolutely depressing on a coat hanger, but when worn with a belt it's all nice and cozy. As a bonus, it layers with the coat well enough that I don't have to wear a binder under everything to hide obvious boob shapes. Another win for the Comfort team! 👏 With all the sewing done, all that's left is the Warden bracelet and the hair.

Station 6: Noble Sneasler's Cool Bling

Ingo's got a bestie bracelet of his best pal Sneasler, so we gotta make that. The build should be pretty standard to anyone that's made anything out of EVA Foam for a cosplay. I drafted the pieces by referencing the in-game model, cut them out of different thicknesses of the material to create some depth, and glued everything together with contact cement and hot glue. (The main bracelet is 6mm foam, the details are 2mm foam and the black parts for the base of the head and the gem are 4mm foam.) I added an elastic on the wrist to keep the bangle secured to my arm while still being able to easily slip it on and off.

The whole thing was then sealed with flexbond, painted and then sealed with a spray clear coat. Honestly, it was the simplest part of the build and it actually went without a hitch this time around.

With the accessories done, it was now time to get to what I am convinced is every Submas cosplayer's worst nightmare: The Goddamn Hair.

Station 7: The Goddamn Hair

There's a lot of artists credited as character designers in the credits of Pokémon Black & White (2010). This means I can't figure out who to blame for Ingo and Emmet's stupid sideburns that make absolutely no sense in the real world. Instead we're just going to scream at the heavens and find a solution to the geometric flaps. Another fun fact: I'm awful at wigs. Like absolutely awful. I understand the methods involved, but I'm stupid bad at applying that knowledge on an expensive mop of plastic hair I don't want to ruin. So I did some research to figure out how people were making the twins' hair on their own cosplay. Everyone did a great job, but it wasn't really the effect I was looking for, so I decided to start from scratch. Because, you see, I was going to completely avoid styling a wig. I've always interpreted the art as them having some sick sideburns/muttonchops. (This art piece by waltias on twitter was posted like a week after I finished my cosplay and I felt so so validated in my interpretation) I also love Makeup FXs, so I thought "hey, I can look up beard makeup tutorials." I ended up with two ideas: either I could buy crepe wool hair in grey and glue the fibers to my face individually every time I put the costume on, or I could make a reuseable prosthetic. I'm a lazy piece of garbage that likes doing things once so prosthetic it was. I mean, I know how to ventilate wig lace. It'll be reusable and take 4 minutes to apply. Smart! I got the Jett in Light Grey from Arda Wigs, a ventilating hook, matching wefts and the lace. I had a plan, I was ready, it was going to look great. And then I spent 40 hours tying individual strands of plastic hair on a wig lace mesh. For a total surface area of maybe 3 square inch.

(Pictured above: A Fool.) It was hell. I might've incurred a stress injury from the process and then had to let it rest for a week because I did it all over a couple days. Would I recommend doing it? If you're patient, sure. I love the result. But this was, by far, the worst part of the entire project. 40 hours. The entire coat took me like 6 hours. 40 fucking hours.

After painstakingly tying individual hairs to a mesh and realizing I might've reached the Ninth Circle of Hell along the way, I took my couple squares of ventilated wefts and trimmed them to the proper length. The result was awesome, and I don't regret it at all. It looks exactly how I pictured the idea of sideburns would look like. But it also took 40 hours of me just tying some fucking hair to a mesh. Maybe there was a better solution, but there's so little ressources about the process online that I just went with the methods I could find, really. I pray someone starts offering squares of pre-ventilated wig lace someday so no one else has to suffer like I did. As a sidenote, I didn't even bother with the balding hair since I wasn't gonna go through all the effort of heavily modifying a wig and wearing a bald cap if I wasn't even gonna take the hat off.

40 hours.

Station 8: Bits And Bobs From Under the Subway Bench

Honestly, after the absolute nightmare I went through making the sideburns and goatee, The final touches were a cakewalk. After all, the costume is complete! What's next? Warden Ingo uses Pokéballs like a cool guy, so I wanted one. I usually make pretty much everything myself for costumes because it's fun, but after the ventilating adventure I just wanted to rest. I'd been following NisuzCraft's work for a while now, and I loved the wood grain effect on their Hisuian Pokéballs. I wholeheartedly recommend them, their work is awesome.

As a final touch, I grabbed some red cord I had lying around from a previous project to craft a little loop to hook my convention badge onto. I don't really like having the badge show up on photos, so it was a clean way to have it easily accessible while having it be easy to slide out of sight. I based the idea off of the knotted ropes the Galaxy Team member hang their Pokéballs from on their uniforms.

Lastly, though it's not necessarily part of the costume itself, I made an overly indulgent ita bag panel for the first con I took Warden Ingo out to. The collection's grown since then, but here it is:

Chandelure: JellyBearDesigns Ingo & Lady Sneasler: AstroTeenyArts Warden Ingo, Emmet&Ingo Duo: Cynniarts Ingo & Emmet with fingers crossed, Hanging Ingo, Emmet & Warden Ingo: Zhampip Rubber Straps: Official Pokémon Mate Merch Go show them some love!

Terminus: You Have Reached Hisui Station

So, first con wearing Warden Ingo came and went. What's the verdict? Pretty great experience, honestly. It was relatively comfortable to wear despite record heat in the middle of summer. The only real issue was that having a wig and a hat together trapped heat real bad, therefore some wig breaks were needed. I also initially used spirit gum to stick the facial hair on, and I struggled to remove the residue afterwards from the lace mesh, so now I just use body tape to keep it on. Nothing broke, nothing hurt, so I'd say it was a success! I haven't had to modify or repair anything for the future, so I'm very proud of the results. To anyone who read this Build Log to the very end, thank you so, so much for your interest. I hope this may have given you some insight into the process; especially if this helps your in future cosplay projects! If you don't cosplay, I hope it was still an entertaining read.

Hoping to see more wonderful Submas cosplays in the future!

[incarnateirony]

It's kind of a sad statement of the LGBTQ community's fakeness and digital structure online when the only person I've been able to openly talk out my trans bullshit with is my het dude military buddy, and trust me, what I rage about would get me hung online by people with agendas, but I have a feeling they're things other old queer people sit on while we stare at this digital shithole making us all look like clowns.

On the other hand, it's particularly affirming when the same issues I deal with are things that set him off on Manrants.

Like listen, I already had to accept the terrible string of "i am a straight man" in order. Like man, do you know how long i clung to he/him lesbian and just avoided talking about what I can only call Phallic Issues?

Cuz there's not even anywhere to talk about it. For one it's difficult and often inappropriate and for two, a bunch of digital goblins that aren't looking to Pass As A Life They Live, but rather Stick Out In Digital Arguments With A Rainbow Label have made this fucking conversation ungoddamn navigable to the people it was actually originally about. There's some bored person with 2.5 kids who's husband still hasn't found their clit trying to figure out their sexuality coming in fucking up literal like neuroscience and other dialogue because, how dare the *straight man be here at all, much less like, talk about sexual shit. People can't do that, that's illegal.

So where am I left going? Literally to my dudebros, that say all kinds of shit I generally don't even agree with politically, but they're the only motherfuckers who haven't set up so many fake social justice fences based on their own personal garbage comfort demands so I can literally go, no. Can you believe these dipshits want me to explain like they're five what happens inside a man's head?

And they be like nah man that's a trap the second you breathe a word about it you're cancelled.

Yeah, no shit.

Honestly I'm tired of so many things. I mentioned recently that coming out as a trans straight guy is a trap. You're man enough to be the token straight punching bag, but not enough for your perspective to be considered in conversations, without being grilled to justify Basic Truths until you have to say some shit someone can act offended about. And boy are the terfs pissed and happy to blow them dogwhistles on us

God i'm tired

it's not the gamerdudes on reddit driving up the trans suicide rate. it's you assholes. They genuinely Do Not Care if you identify as attack helicopters. They don't. They don't care I'm a dude. They were basically like yeah what about it you've always been dudegirl that's whatever dude. It's this digital shithole that turns it into a whole goddamn ceremony fused with astrophysics.

I'd rather hang out with dudes I've known for 20 years that occasionally fuck up a pronoun by force of habit and actually laugh at how it looks/sounds now, than deal with you assholes acting like i skinned your child because I didn't read a 3 page Carrd about your narcissism or people who decide every convo is a chance to proselytize their own personal label's struggle.

And that says nothing about the fact that people have set up this conversation so we can't even address that YES, THERE ARE FAKERS. Are trans people dangerous, no. Are narcissists that can play boggle with gender arguments dangerous? Yes.

Think about 2po. I still call him him, because his friends, like his pal snotrag that doxxed my friend with him, even still calls him pat. But see, when he went viral as a proven fail and everybody was talking about pat, suddenly, pat had a gender discovery and was they/them will. Nevermind the more masculine name and that the person was initially a cis man, I guess they had a deep come to jesus moment and deeply identified as the Fail Gender. I guess that script blast was so hard it knocked the he/him right off of them. Considering the pepe memes his buddy uses, I wouldn't be surprised if 2po logs onto his personal to psot attack helicopter jokes and laugh at this godforsaken shithole.

(That's not to say all they/them nb is invalid either before some titanic dickhead proves the real point of this whole post and the need to add constant asterisks to avoid some shitheaded bored kid seeking attention starting a fight)

People only make the bad, dead, beat out joke at our expense because of the people that make us look like fucking comedy with their weird bullshit. Stop it.

But sure keep hyper obsessively segregating us into microlabels and pretending it's helping trans people or breaking down gender roles or what the fuck ever.

Yeah them microlabels are decent ways to describe facets of human sexual potential, and can/should be tools to help you sort your head out. But my bio shouldn't have to look like an ingredient label on processed food to engage in this conversation. It's not fucking complicated, Karen. If you have to do that many goddamn backflips to argue your way into this conversation maybe stay the fuck out of it.

Just because it's true that you don't need active dysphoria to be trans (and sometimes almost have Triggers specific to things like, I dunno, sexuality) doesn't mean it gets to be the jungle gym of every fucking teenager on the internet trying to figure out their general identity, and stop trying to call my still untransitioned trans ass a terf or a truscum for it, you fucking terfs. Stop flipping this shit around.

Literally if you look at twitter/tumblr, 50% of the world is trans. And while that's a charming thought for a dialogue about the repressed minority or the truth of Gender or whatever the fuck, in the real world, less than 1% identify, and those of us that exist in real world queer spaces might GENEROUSLY estimate maybe 5%? like cap? If I took 95% of you motherfuckers, unplugged your internet and dropped you in the Appalachians, you probably wouldn't be trans or care about trans issues by the time you stumbled out. But that's the life some of us have actually been through, so stop shitting on the mountain trail, it's rough enough out here.

Most of you are logging off to your 2.5 kids and husband anyway. Don't call me a biphobe for it. By all means sweetie go figure your shit out, fuck up and out whatever storm with whomever you want, go figure out your bullshit, but stop trying to make your bullshit the communal bullshit. We fucking get it. You got to the party late and your shit still has you uncomfortable. Stop trying to take over the fucking party, your music choice sucks. Back to the hetero world with you.

But most of you never will. You're never gonna pursue it. You're just gonna fuck around in our conversation to try to actually make it to conform to you, which somehow always makes the hets and terfs the dominant force on this conversation under all the screaming noise. You won't LET it impact your lives the way it has those that have lived experiences, you try to make US clean up and sterilize OURS. Lived experiences also doesn't mean Have Already Fucked And Found Out, and if you even thought that argument, disqualify yourself from ever speaking on this again, because you clearly aren't even vaguely in touch with the queer experience, you're in touch with the Seeking A Place To Belong experience. It's adjacent, but not the same.

Realistically, 99% of the supposed digital queer community are, at best, Questioning, and using digital personas to fuck around and find out. The fucking LGBTQ conversation has been just. utterly hijacked and clowned unto itself by people Questioning, but not willing to ask the hard parts, and demand those uncomfy parts stay away from their LARP.

Hard pass.

[fruit-sy]

I have two thoughts to share with you.

1- You know how Aeons are beings that can manipulate imaginary energy that come to be because they exhibit the concept they are an aeon of so deeply? I find that interesting in a way, like we know that Nanook the destruction for example came to be because their planet was attacked by the propagation, the propagation itself came to be because of one creature being the last one of it's kind, Lan the hunt was most likely someone who's planet was attacked by the abominations of the abundance etc etc.

Now in my mind, the way a new path and by extension a new aeon is born is through someone who already exhibits manipulation of imaginary energy through being a pathstrider (not like the element in the game,just the energy in lore) ,and I think the person in question would be part of a path that resembles the path they create when they become an aeon,like Nanook the destruction being a pathstrider of the finality, my main reason for this theory is two things ,one is that it gives the person access to imaginary energy,and two is the first time Fuli the rememberance was ever seen(I think) ,which was in IPC meeting or something,a corporation following Qlipoth the preservation, and the way the rememberance's whole deal is preserving memories, isn't that another form of preservation? Of course this is mainly just conjecture on my part.

2- is an idea of a character that has the energy of a path that they don't follow,or are forced to follow by the aeon of that path,but the only aeon I can see doing this is Aha the elation, imagine someone who gets turned into a clown ,any article of clothing they wear turns into clown clothes, a gun turns into a toy gun in thier hands (still just as deadly if not more),thier face is constantly a smile even when they don't want to smile.

It's kind of like the people who oppose Aha yet have thier support just cuz Aha finds them hilarious.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

I'm afraid I won't be able to offer my own theories regarding the creation of aeons and new paths though, as I don't really understand this aspect of the lore hakshxla

Anyways for your first point, that sounds pretty reasonable! One of the questions the dev logs asked was why Destruction came to be when there already was Finality. As you said, Nanook may have been a pathstrider for Finality and was able to manipulate imaginary energy because of it. That combined with, I guess an intense will to destroy civilization helped them ascend to Aeonhood.

As for The Hunt, I'm not sure if they were previously a pathstrider for a similar path.

In the first 10,000 years, the hunters struggle for survival. In the second 10,000 years, the hunters fight out of anger. In the third 10,000 years, the hunt becomes a purpose in of itself

From what I gathered, they showed an intense will for survival, then, that will progressed into... I wanna say vengeance? A pursuit for something. Then, that will became a path.

Same for The Propagation. They were born out of a will to not be alone, and I don't know if their original group, the Coleoptera (which is the irl name for beetles), were a part of path already.

I'm afraid I won't be able to comment about Fuli's birth though, as from what I read, their birth is still a mystery. Also, I'm assuming you're referring to dev log 2? From what I understand, it was a very weird and mysterious one-time interaction that seems to be beyond normal understanding.

As for your second point, I agree that we've only maybe seen this with Aha's opposers. That's what makes me more interested in Aha's philosophy though! They find humor in a lot of things, even in the morbid and tragedy.

Elation and sadness are two sides of the same coin

The Aeon of Elation can also perceive power in the beauty of tragedy. Perhaps out of fondness for dark humor, Aha blessed these people with their power, playfully helping them cross the skies and spread their renouncement of Elation across many galaxies

[thoraeth]

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Summary: On island 0348, Buggy is lectured by Perona on a certain Cross Guild's plan involving a weapon from Egghead. When the clown gets in trouble, Ava tries to help him but a misterious machinery gets in the way.

Chapter 2 - Rusty Waters

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Buggy rubs his eyes when the sloshing of calm waves reaches his ears. Tired and groggy, he notices a timid sun peeking through the morning clouds. There's sea all around him.

"Shit!" The pirate gets on his knees. "Where did it go?".

He rummages through sailing tools spread on the boat’s floor "I must have dozed off. If only Cabaji and the others were here. I had not pulled an all-nighter since forever...there it is!"

He grabs a small glass globe and closely inspects the red needle inside: still pointing north, straight as an arrow. Sighing with relief, the blue haired man goes back to the front of the ship.

“Last time I sailed solo I was all head and feet, and those idiots thought I was dead! Ah, Good old days.” He chuckles, lost in thoughts. But really, how long since he was on his own? Memories keep flashing before his eyes: his men drinking and dancing, Croc and Hawk, Roger’s crew. Shanks. Buggy nervously strokes his forehead, a twinge in his stomach.

“I mean… Why should a Yonko care about log poses and stuff like that? What’s the point of being an Emperor, if you can't take a nap while others do the boring work?”

And yet, deep down he feels like a sad, lazy pirate, who misses his crew more than ever.

Buggy decides to swallow these bitter thoughts along with some breakfast. Stepping over the rusty tools, he looks for a fishing rod but nothing seems to be of use.

“Who was the idiot owning this boat??” he snaps loudly “A bunch of broken canes? That's it?”

Huffing and puffing, he gets to the back of the ship, where the woman is still sleeping. It’s almost like she has no shape, buried under all that white fabric. The clown looks away.

“Why couldn't she stay on her island? Croc beats me up every day but ‘Hawk is never gallant enough to worry for me.” He crouches, eyes narrowed. “Maybe there is something under here I can use…”

He plunges his dirty gloved hands in the soft tulle, hesitantly moving away layers upon layers. A sparkle comes up, the woman's ring. Buggy grabs her wrist and takes the wedding band, no signs of sea stone this time.

“Nice! I could trade this for booze when we arrive. Or make a bait. Or both.”

The man’s mischievous grin fades away as he looks at the hand he's still holding: cold as ice, suspiciously pale. He lets it go and it drops on the wooden floor with a heavy thud. After a moment of disbelief, Buggy wrestles with what's left of the bride’s veil to release her face.

“Is she dead?” he whispers, eyes wide open.

Ava looks like a broken doll. Her head is tilted back, lying on short blonde hair.

“Poor thing…Oh, well.”

The pirate lifts the bride to his chest and leans over the boat's railing, a little grossed out by those green eyes that are staring into space. He's ready to drop her.

“This marriage thing was quick, after all. I always worry too much!” he says happily.

“Wait. Maybe I should get witnesses. Our men could back me up if they see the body too. B-but a whole day at sea with a corpse...”

The jester is sweating with anxiety when a loud scream sends shivers down his spine: the woman in his arms is suddenly squirming and kicking with all her strength. Buggy shouts too, terrified, panicking, fighting for balance on the verge of the sea below.

“She’s back from the dead!”

“Let me go!”

“Don’t you dare haunt me, hideous corpse!”

The two of them scream and whine while the boat is heavily rocking, getting closer and closer to the water. Ava feels her heart racing, her ears ringing. The crazed clown is holding her violently, bowling incomprehensible words. He’s about to get rid of her, no doubt, she needs to fight for dear life.

“You’re a monster like your lot!” she screams.

The woman tries to push the pirate away with both hands, but nothing happens.

Desperately trying to keep his balance, Buggy detaches one of his limbs: his foot on the railing, he leans against his own knee but a sudden sting on his arm makes him trip over. Ava has bitten him. Crying out in pain, he detaches his hands too, but he can't keep the woman contained anymore: as she's falling down into the cold water, Buggy sees his foot being carried away, caught into the damn gown. His whole body falls into the sea shortly after, piece after piece.

The ship is still rocking violently when a pale hand jumps out the water and holds onto the wooden railing.

Ava helps Buggy up, gasping for air. As the man rolls into the boat and falls flat on his face, she climbs in, her soaked dress sticking against her body.

“Damn, he's heavy.” she thinks “How did he avoid drowning until now?”

Coughing and shivering, the woman gets in the front of the ship. She observes the winds and their route while checking on the unconscious pirate from time to time.

Buggy wakes up in the middle of the afternoon: he feels foggy headed, his body aching everywhere.

“What the hell…” he mumbles, moving wet hair away from his face. He’s not wearing his coat and his arm is wrapped in a ripped bandage, stained with blood.

“Corpse bride?” he calls out “Did you take my coat? And my hat?”

“The hat is gone; the coat is drying.” The short woman bashfully answers from afar.

As the pirate crawls forward, he gets tangled in several rags scattered under the sun. All around him, sticks and canes are attached to the railings with white fabric and tulle. Perplexed, he puts on his damp coat and lies down again.

“What’s going on here? Your dress is all over the place.”

“We needed to fish…”

“You need it. A monster like me won't starve easily.”

Those words make Ava fear that Buggy has other tricks up his sleeve. With a sinking heart, her thoughts go to the golden ring of sea stone she sneaked in her corset the day before. That pirate will always be quicker and stronger, she stands no chance. Hiding her face from him, the woman decides to opt for a plead:

“I beg you, let me live. I just want to go my way; you won't see me again.”

“Hey, I just thought you were dead! I'm taking you to a safe place, then go wherever the fuck you want.”

“You mean it?”

“Yeah, now leave me in peace. That little dip didn't do me good. Worked wonders on you though…”

“Actually, I think it was the ring. Yours was weird too, right? Must be Meara's doing.”

A long whistle comes out of Buggy's lips. “What a bitch. You should have bit her.”

“I should what?”

“Bite.” He’s massaging his aching arm “It’s like I’ve fought a damn shark. You'd wreak that prissy with those teeth."

"I… I'm sorry.”

Ava stiffens. Bewildered, she covers her mouth with a hand, lowering her head more and more. Meanwhile Buggy is silently cursing himself: all that talk about fishing and biting is making his stomach grumble. The conversation runs dry and time never seems to pass; hour after hours, the only sound coming from the ship is Buggy humming and whistling to himself.

Evening falls while they sail along a cluster of deserted islands. They’re nothing but tiny black spots in the distance and yet it's an early sign: land’s approaching, the silent journey will be over soon.

All of a sudden, though, a muffled thud comes from one side of the ship. Then small blows make them shift slightly. Another feeble rattle from the back. Buggy gets up abruptly, pricking up his ears.

“Did we hit something?” Ava asks in the dark

“You tell me.” The pirate jumps next to the woman. He fiddles with one of the boat's sticks and leans out to catch whatever was moving around their hull. A heavy object falls on the wooden floor.

“What is this? It looks like…metal?”

“I'll see if I can lift up some more of this stuff.”

When dawn starts to brighten the air, Ava and Buggy are staring at their curious harvest: bolts, cables, fragments of plates and cogs, all sorts of random metalware. The woman gets on her knees to examine it closer:

“These are not supposed to float…it’s fascinating.” she says.

“It’s garbage and it could sink us anytime. Get a stick.”

“Have you ever seen a metal ship?”

“No. Can you focus? We need to keep the big ones away.”

Their destination is finally in sight, far at the horizon, but the closer they get, the more crowded the waters seem to be. Waves after waves, those weird objects are being carried away, hitting against the ship's wooden hull.

“Could it be from a shipwreck? A battle, maybe.” Ava chatters smiling.

“Less words more stick! We’re almost there.”

Buggy casts a cold stare at his jabbering companion, who gets back to work instantly. He’s about to put his cane back in the water too, when a confused grimacing alters his face: he's seen it, he's sure, it’s not just a metaphor. Ava’s teeth are, in fact, sharp. Sharp as in shark sharp.

“She’s supposed to be royalty” he thinks, wide-eyed “and the others at Fugu seemed pretty normal…”

Side eyeing the woman, the pirate wonders whether Meara has played some other trick on the Cross Guild. Croc would be furious.

A bump under his feet brings Buggy back to reality: the boat has finally hit the sand of a small island where a crowd of Guild's men gathers to welcome him. They’re cheering and chanting in honor of their beloved Yonko.

“Who cares, I’m done now!” the pirate thinks, delighted “It’s time for a well-deserved break!”

Leaving Ava behind, he jumps off in the sand and marches triumphant towards the noisy crew.

“These days have bored me to death!” He shouts on top of his lungs “I hope you scumbags are ready to party!”

Island 0348 is an island so worthless it doesn’t even have a proper name. That night, its white sandy beach looks deserted except for some empty bottles and drunk guards lying around.

Right in the middle of 0348, a massive wooden fence shelters a campsite from the open sea. Several small tents are crammed at the sides of a broad central passage where Cross Guild men are chanting, drinking and shouting. The air is filled with music and the hanging lights swing back and forth in the fresh breeze.

At the end of the central passage there's a wide clearing where a mob gathers around a bonfire. Pirates are singing sea shanties while clinking bottles of rum, stepping on those who passed out on the beaten earth. Behind them, a giant metal mass is half hidden among a group of palms marking the edge of the camp.

One of the tents stands out; it’s made of pink fabric and has a huge crown on top. Two women are hanging out inside: one is standing behind a chair, dressed in a white corset with ripped sleeves and a mismatching frilly skirt. She's brushing her companion's pink hair and telling stories. The other young lady is relaxing in her chair, all dolled up in a black dress. She's cuddling a big teddy bear seated in her lap.

“Would you like more wine, miss Perona?”

“No, thank you, Ava…I’d like my hair braided, though.”

The woman nods, smiling. “Mihawk’s friend turned out to be a nice person, after all.” she thinks “She definitely needs some company to endure these pirates. I wouldn’t mind following her, if I have to.”

Despite her efforts, Ava feels her chest heavy. Playing the girly girl on a pebble lost at sea it's still…a small life. “And yet, I'm free now, I should be grateful.”

Her thoughts are interrupted by someone loudly throwing up outside the tent.

“Ew, that’s disgusting! This filth has to end!” Perona screams

The pink haired woman throws away her Teddy bear and angrily stomps outside. She shrieks at the horrible smell of alcohol, off key music and overall chaos reigning in the clearing once again.

“Buggy!” She runs after the wonky clown, who’s trying to sneak away from his puddle of puke.

“Three days! It's been three days of absolute madness here!” Perona quickens her steps and plants herself in front of the Yonko. “No one works, it's just party party party, make it stop!”

The man is wasted: red eyes, smudged make up and his once white coat is now yellowed and smelly. He appears to have lost a glove.

“Listen up, darling” the pirate clears his throat “it’s my vacation, okay? I need some f-u-n!” He laughs hysterically.

Meanwhile, Ava gets out of the tent, looking for Perona. She finds her in the clearing, arguing with a drunkard on a bench full of empty bottles. She walks up to the young lady but two familiar blue eyes stop her.

“Corpse bride!” Buggy screams “Haven’t seen you in days, keep up the good work!”

“Idiot!” Perona hisses “You heard me?”

“Hey, no, she needs to go!” the pirates grunts, his eyes darkening

“Don’t you dare change the subject: holidays are over. Tomorrow, I want the camp squeaky clean.”

“I don't work for you, kiddo.”

“You do work for the Cross Guild, though.” Perona smirks “And so do I. We need to get the job done and leave this place.”

“What job?” Buggy is confused

“Hello?! The debris in the water, the tower? The whole ‘stuff from Egghead’ operation?”

“Egghead? It's so far!” Ava joins in “Also… I used to live in Fugu and nothing weird has ever washed up there.”

“Horo horo horo!” the pink haired woman laughs, “That's because we've been collecting it for months.”

Buggy jumps up, his movements shaky and nervous. He walks to one of the cooks at work near the bonfire and takes three pieces of meat.

“And what did you say it is? The tower.” he asks Perona while handing out the meat to the ladies.

“A useless weapon.” The young lady states, her cheeks full “They really tell you nothing, don't they.”

“Don't you eat that, shark girl?” Buggy asks briskly

Ava whispers to Perona’s ears, her meat untouched in her hands. She rapidly walks away, disappearing in the singing crowd.

“Rude!” the pirate shouts, splinters of meat coming out of his open mouth.

Buggy feels furious. Croc and Hawk did it again: they knew something, made plans, operations and told him nothing.

“I should have known.” he thinks “Crocodile accepting weddings and shit? Something was up.”

“Assholes!” He screams out loud “I hate them!”

“Are you ok clown?”

“Nice chat, Perona! Now excuse me, I need something to drink. Go back to your toys.”

Angrily ripping off the last bite of meat, Buggy throws the bone away and sprint to the men holding the last bottles of rum. He incites them to drink and drink again, then proceeds to aggressively sing a dirty song, screaming his lungs out.

Everybody is psyched and the party continues all night long, dance after dance, barrel after barrel. The pirates go on until all of them are scattered around, passed out or asleep.

At five in the morning, there's no more songs and music, just a gentle snoring spreading through the camp. Buggy is the last man standing: he’s sitting on a bench with his fists clenched, a dying fire behind him. No matter the booze, the fatigue, the pirate can't feel a thing, his mind buzzing a million miles at hours. He can almost feel the metal jumble towering over him.

“That stupid, stupid shit.” the blue haired man hisses.

One of his legs split away from his body and dives into the palms, kicking the weapon. A loud clanging echoes in the night.

“Ouch!” As his limb returns, aching from the impact, a creepy rustle comes from the leaves.

Buggy turns around: the metal weapon is slowly falling to one side, ending up precariously balancing against some palm trunks. The clown is sweating.

“If that thing falls to the ground the noise will be enough to awaken the whole island…” he whines under his breath “Teddy Bear girl will tell Croc and I'll be dead.”

“Oh Lord, the tower!” A woman's whisper comes from the camp behind.

“P-perona?”

“It's me, Ava! Did you do that?”

“Corpse bride, what are you doing here?”

“Perona asked me to check the fire, if she finds out you're doomed!”

“Tell me something I don't know!” the clown snarled

“We must get it back on its feet!” Ava says, quickly stepping towards the palms.

“Don't you dare touch it!!” The pirate whispers, running after her.

They both stop at the weapon’s feet, intimidated. It's an immense tower made of a slim central body, placed on four bases and each of them is made of complicated machinery, clogs and cables peeking out everywhere. It’s clear from its look that it's been damaged and re-assembled clumsily. One of the bases is now lying on the floor, and the main body is leaning to the side.

“It’s definitely some sort of cannon…” The clown utters, lost in thoughts

“So, it's still ok without that piece?” Ava asked

“Mh, that can be fixed.” Buggy’s scratching his head while looking up. “But if it falls and the barrel breaks…Egghead cannon is kaput.”

“Ok, let's put these parts back together and pray no one ever uses it.”

The woman begins to observe the metal plate on the floor.

“How about a chain?” she proposes.

“That big? I don't recall seeing giant chains around.”

“I think I know a place where we can find something.”

Ava drags Buggy away from the clearing. The two of them walk behind the tents as stealthy as they can, until they make it to the beach. Bright stars fill the sky above, gently lighting their feet that are sinking in the sand at every step. Still a bit light-headed, the pirate gets chatty.

“Hey, did Perona say anything else about Cross Guild and whatnot?”

“No, she kept complaining about your parties.”

Ava looks up at the jester, unsure on how to put her doubts into words.

“Are they… doing things behind your back? Is it a mutiny?”

“Oh no, darling.” Buggy's voice gets smooth “It's just that an Emperor has so much on his plate! I need my men to be a little proactive every now and then.”

“You looked angry though...”

Buggy forced laughter resounded all around “Must have been the alcohol, you're overthinking things!”

The woman says nothing. She finally stops and shows the pirate an incredible view: they are at the opposite side of the island, right behind the palms, where a huge landfill of metalware covers the beach, as far as the eyes can see. Some of those weird objects reach down to the water, floating and drifting away from the island.

“What the fuck is this place?”

“I thought it was where the metal ship fought, but now I think it's where they’re storing the debris.”

“So there is a metal ship out there, after all.” Buggy says bewildered, his only gloved hand on his chin.

They begin their search in the endless metallic chaos. Ava is digging with her hands, picking up and observing every cable she can find, while the jester weakly kicks small pieces around, his face slightly disgusted.

“Hey, how come you know this place and I don't?”

Buggy plants himself in front of the woman, his arms crossed.

“I come here to eat.”

“Right, ‘cause the view is so romantic.”

“At least, I can eat in peace.”

“Don't be dramatic! My people are nice to you.��

“Don't you eat that shark girl?” Ava says, faking a high pitch voice “I don't like the remarks. They make me uneasy.”

Buggy turns his head away. He's about to tell her she's overreacting, that no one cares, but a voice inside him tells him to shut up instead.

“Sorry for that.” he replies, gritting his teeth. He knows the feeling of being stuck with something you're ashamed of in the middle of your face. He knows too well.

“Uhm…would you answer a question about that?”

“Is it necessary?”

“Kinda. Are you fishman?”

Ava gets up, her hands full of random gear and panic in her eyes.

“N-not really. Let's just say House Read is not perfect as it-"

“Oh, that would explain why water heals you!” the pirate interrupts her with a big smile

“Heal? What am I, a mermaid?”

Ava is frowning at the man when an intense beam lights up his face. All of a sudden, their eyes are blinded, the night exploding in an intense white glow.

The ground starts to tremble, metal parts loudly rattling. Ava and Buggy get closer, incapable of uttering a single word as cogs and plates begin to levitate around them. The debris seem to be attracted to the sky by some mysterious force.

Screaming, the clown lifts his companion up to his shoulder, running towards the camp as fast as he can. It's too late, though: above him, a huge mechanical claw appears from the dark. It descends with a sinister clanking, digging up those metal parts along with the fugitives.

In the blink of an eye, it snaps close and island 0348 goes back to dark, its beach perfectly clean.

[peachsequence]

Dead By Daylight Drabble Pairing: Claudette x Kate Word count: 1100 Synopsis: Claudette struggles with mental health and romantic feelings in the violent world she’s now stuck in. Content warning: Ableism from family, implied violent death

As much as Claudette liked most of the other survivors, she found the sheer number of them overwhelming. Her daily life used to involve talking to her boss and a few people online. She cloistered herself in small social circles, talking to people only when it involved her very specific interests.

Now she was surrounded by over a dozen people who were stressed and injured and dying all the time. Tensions were always high, either because people were nervous about a trial that could happen any minute or they were angry about some misstep that occurred in the previous one.

She wanted to help, she tried so hard, but there was only so much she could do. Tending to the wounded for several trials left her overstimulated and anxious. On top of it, all was that stupid trial with the Clown that refused to stop haunting her, even after several others had already passed.

When she got back from her fifth trial that day, all she could do was sit on a fallen log and stare into the flickering flames. All the sensations around her faded. She didn’t see the flames anymore. She didn’t feel the tension in her muscles or the thrum of her headache. It could have been hours before she came out of this dissociation or maybe just minutes. There was no way for her to tell. She blinked away the dryness in her eyes and glanced around.

The faces from before had changed. Now Jake and Adam were there, sitting at the foot of a distant tree and chatting in Japanese. At least, Jake was making an attempt. Adam patiently listened, correcting mistakes with a gentleness that Claudette wished most teachers had.

Dwight had Ace by the collar, leading him toward their shared tent. They’d stopped trying to be subtle ages ago, which was fine, except she wished Ace wouldn’t be so loud about it.

For a moment, she thought that left her alone. Then someone to the right of her cleared their throat and she nearly jumped out of her seat.

Kate sat beside her, long blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail. A green plaid button-up was tied around her waist. Old blood stained her thin white camisole but Claudette didn’t notice. She was too busy admiring the way Kate’s shoulders looked in the firelight, how soft her lips looked, and the delicate lines of her tattoos which decorated the length of her arm. Their eyes met for a moment, Kate’s confused expression sending Claudette crashing back to reality.

Claudette looked away as if the mere sight burned her. Her cheeks flushed with heat that she hoped wasn’t visible. For once, she wished her hair wasn’t tied up with a scarf. She wanted to hide behind the dark curtain of protection it provided.

She expected Kate to walk away then. That’s what Claudette would have done if she caught someone gawking at her so intensely. Instead, the awkward silence lingered between them, growing unbearable with each second.

“Did I do somethin’ to upset you?” Kate’s low but soft voice broke the quiet.

“Huh?” Claudette said, more a confused noise than an actual word.

There was a pause. “We used to talk lots, you know?” Kate’s voice came off like an accusation.  “But now things are weird and different and I don’t know why.”

“Weird?” Claudette repeated though she knew exactly what Kate was talking about.

“Yeah. Like, last time we were in a trial, you avoided me,” Kate said, her voice edging away from irritation and into sadness. Claudette’s chest grew tight. She wanted to say it wasn’t on purpose. That would be a lie, though, and she hated lying. “I sat down here an hour ago,” Kate continued, a rawness to her voice that made Claudette want to comfort her, “and you’ve been pretendin’ I don’t exist.”

“That wasn’t on purpose,” Claudette blurted, realizing as the words came out how bullshit that sounded. “It’s just– sometimes I lose myself, I guess. The stress gets to me and I just stop thinking?”

She didn’t look at Kate even after she was done speaking. A part of her, the one that took everything her mom said to heart, echoed an old conversation from when she was a kid. Look people in the eyes, Claudie! You have enough problems as it is, can’t you at least learn to do this? The words stung even if she knew her mom had just been trying to help her finally make some friends.

After about a dozen doctor’s visits, she knew it was a part of her autism and she wouldn’t let herself feel bad about that. There were specific ways she liked to do things and this was one of them. People who wanted to be her friend needed to respect that boundary.

“I get it, I think,” Kate said, her voice more of a question than a statement. “This place can be real overwhelmin’.” There was another pause then. “I just don’t want you to hate me, you know?”

“I don’t hate you,” Claudette said. Far from it. Kate drew her in like a sunflower to the sun. It wasn’t just her beauty, either. Kate’s personality radiated a kind of warmth that Claudette craved. These were things she could never be brave enough to admit, of course. She could only watch her sun longingly, reaching out but never touching.

“You were right though. I did avoid you in that last trial…”

“Yeah I watched you turn tail and run away from me,” Kate said, a hint of bitterness there.

“Do you remember ages ago, when the Clown…” Claudette’s voice trailed off, the following words too terrible to say. Even without seeing her, Claudette could tell Kate had stiffened in her seat.

“Yeah,” Kate said, drawing out the word with a lifeless tone.

Claudette looked up towards the trees, not really seeing them but instead flashes of that horrible moment. She’d run into the church hoping she could hide around some corner or beside the pews – anywhere to lose him.

The Clown had favorites. They didn’t get to go on hooks like the others, even when they begged for it. Being sacrificed would be a mercy compared to the things he did to them.

“It’s my fault,” Claudette said. “I went to the church to lose him. If I had known you were there I’d never–”

“Don’t,” Kate said. Her hand landed on top of Claudette’s, which was now in a fist on her lap. For the first time that night, she risked a glance toward Kate. There were tears in her eyes but she didn’t look as angry as Claudette expected. Her brows were furrowed and her lips pursed. “Don’t blame yourself for anything that bastard does.”

Claudette knew from Kate’s tone that she wasn’t allowed to argue with that, even if her gut told her otherwise.

[reynie-muldoons]

'A Perilous Journey' liveblog!!!!

GOOD MORNINGGGG its season two timeee!!!

I decided I'm watching episode 1 now, and episode 2 in a few hours. My shift starts weirdly late in the day so it works out.

As always, spoilers below the cut!!

Before I even get started I love how this episode is called a perilous journey. It's not quite the book title but damn near close 😂

0:10 ITS A RECAP BAYBEEE

1:27 dad!Milligan will never not make me cry

1:29 AND MOM!MISS PERUMAL RIGHT AFTER

2:12 HERE WE GOOOOOO

2:19 BLEASE tell me Kate is training rats

2:23 just kidding its Sticky

2:36 STOP MADGE STOLE THE RAT LMAOOO

2:41 oh. She left a letter. That's not conspicuous at all 😂

2:59 Mystic is so tall now 🥺

3:13 WETHERALL FARM??????

3:17 I SEE A BARN THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Also that was fucking creative Kate but how strong is that boomerang to knock multiple full-grown apples off of the tree

3:24 MILLIGAAAANNNNNN

3:34 MADGE NAME DROP!!! I have a confession to make related to Madge that I think is the funniest fucking thing ever. Remind me to tell y'all at some point

3:46 omfg are we about to watch the kidnapping??? how telling is it that I thought of Gert immediately LMAOOOO

3:55 they look adorable. Matching umbrellas, cute long coats... icons

3:58 THEYRE FAMILY BITCHES

4:06 is that supposed to be a time magazine dupe

4:06 I also think its hilarious that Curtain's original plan was to take credit for solving the emergency by just. mass brainwashing. good plan there bud, very sustainable

4:06 but like isnt he wanted now??? Isnt that a thing? In the books the government was actively looking for him so tf is this

4:14 THE OPENING IS BAAAACK

4:14 "skip opening" how insulting. No

4:42 THE SHORTCUT!!!!!

4:50 who decided to make Constance's screen an arctic clown ship 😂😂

5:12 here's that unhinged interview from the trailer. I didnt think it would come this quickly

5:28 Constance just fucking staring at the TV as if she can intimidate him into stopping LMAO

5:39 WHAT??? So in S1 when he said he'd "share the spotlight" THIS is what he meant?? What a curveball. He's going to regret countering her

5:50 fucking god complex strikes again

6:01 he looks like he's wearing a straight jacket on that back cover. Probably appropriate considering he's uhhhh Like That

6:20 god I hate him. Stop being manipulative challenge (impossible)

6:26 YES ABSOLUTELY sadness, anger, frustration, anxiety, all of the shit makes happiness stand out. Without the struggle our lives would be shaded of grey because happiness wouldnt be distinguishable

6:43 why does this sound like homeopathic medicine

7:03 is this like a weird TV hypnosis thing. Is he doing the fake happiness thing on her without her consent

7:09 ohhhh I did NOT like the shift from looking at her to looking at the camera. Creepy

7:15 RHONDA YOU SHOULDVE LET HER DO IT

7:15 Rhonda as usually you look fucking fire

7:26 Dutch baby?? First of all, presentation is 10/10. Second of all it makes me very sad that they're the only two in the house because Mr. B and Number Two are already gone.

7:38 why the fuck did she answer in French 😂😂

7:44 THEYRE SISTERS YOUR HONOR

8:03 HAHHA THIS IS THE LOG-CUTTING THING??? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

8:13 that scream sounded like a fucking bird of prey HAHA

8:29 literally describing how it feels to travel with parents over a long period. I swear they are literally a fucking family

8:36 "just as much for him as it is the kids" oh absolutely it is, he's a mess when it comes to Nathaniel

9:01 DOES HE JUST GO TO SYMPOSIUMS AND GET UP AND SPEAK 😂😂😂 what the fuck guy

9:24 "who's mocking me?" "Doesnt matter." They're banter is UNCHALLENGED. also his face is fucking funny HOLD UP

9:24 GRUMPY MAN IS GRUMPY

9:37 calling Nathaniel "some guru with all this influence" REALLY makes him sound like he tries on makeup products and does skincare routines on youtube 😂

9:41 "we seem pretty safe" oh babygirl if that's not the nail in the coffin

10:05 they really nailed the "local man does something weird" vibes in this scene

10:17 dont tell me it already happened. Oh no

10:27 OH SHIT THERE IT IS

10:39 oh my gosh he's such a DADDD.

10:45 "a tiny go bag or gorp". I love him so much

10:54 HE WITTLED IT FOR THE BUCKET STOOOOP

11:03 AND THE DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

11:10 "it's my job to take care of you also. Additionally." He understands she's been on her own up until this point and acknowledges that she can handle herself, but also that she's a kid who needs help just like anyone else. CRYING.

11:15 she didn't even put it in the bucket, just her pocket 😂😂 she's so reluctant to accept

11:25 MILLIGAN PLEASE GET A BUCKET HAHAHA

11:30 okay that truck is incredible LOL

11:40 .....why would you do that to a grapefruit. What did the grapefruit do to you huh

12:08 HERE'S THE LETTERS ANGST. REYNIE WROTE THEM SO MANY LETTERS

12:16 can I just say Miss Perumal is the queen of pastels

12:43 the reality of long-distance friends. My best friends from high school and college live SO far away and it's like this sometimes

12:50 acknowledging his feelings, giving him comfort, AND indulging him?? If the adoption papers arent signed already they really should be

12:57 HAHA IS SHE PRACTICING TO SEE THEM??? LMAO KID

13:19 stooooppp she's so cute

13:26 LMAO EVERYONE GOT THERE AT THE SAME TIME

13:44 Reynie and Sticky had the sense to bring a suitcase, Kate

13:51 she's not wrong, they are taller 😂

13:58 THAT LOOK BETWEEN CONNIE AND KATE LMAOOOO

14:01 this is a funny moment and all but Reynie desperately looking for affirmation anywhere he can find it makes me so sad for him

14:07 THE HIGH FIVES!!!! Cue everyone wincing

14:15 HAHA HAVE THEY JUST NOT TALKED ABOUT THE WHISPERER SINCE THEN

14:27 ohhhh Milligan looks nice

14:38 STOP THEYRE SO FUNNY

14:45 it looks like a minecraft golem, or the pokemon golett 😂

15:01 oh lord the news broke, that has to be it

15:15 dun dun DUNNNN

15:34 it's so cool that they planned check-ins like that. How smart

16:15 okay both of them switching between languages was fucking sick

16:18 and here it is, the kids have been told no, so they will find their own way

16:41 oh shit, they have a short timeframe then

16:47 I cant tell if this is manipulative or Constance not being able to contain herself. Like I doubt she would do this in front of the others but she's already shown she trusts everyone more than she lets on, soooo

17:09 is this Constance's room??

17:16 HAHA I KNEW IT she DID hug Rhonda to get something out of it

17:31 he sounded so offended 😂😂😂

18:09 she kills me. The line delivery is just on point

18:59 is this from the book? It's a dictionary, right?

19:14 HAHA he just fucking LEAVES

19:22 OH SHIT HELLO????

19:43 RAGE GIRL, RAGE

19:46 HAHAHAHA HER FACE WHEN THE SNACKS POP OUT

19:46 IM CRYING HER EYES BUGGED OUT SO MUCH

20:13 "many sociopaths are unfailingly polite" that describes Nathaniel so fucking well

20:25 casual destruction of property

20:25 HOLD ON LMAOO how much did they have to pull on that thing for it to come out of the door at such a small tug???? Oh no I'm sad

20:33 AYYYY there it is, it's a dictionary

20:52 "last...time I checked" oh buddy hahahahah

21:14 "there is no system" the system is the organized chaos that every person with ADHD understands- it's a mess but a very specific mess

21:19 awwwww. He's trying to reach across 🥺

21:29 VERY SMOOTH REYNIE

22:00 okay the nothingness club sounds like a cult

22:13 awwww there it issss. The dam is breaking

22:30 AND NOW ITS THE SAME WITH THE GIRLS. I love that they're ramping up the similarities between Reynie and Constance

22:45 awwww loneliness. They're so sad

22:59 "not dad. Roommate" okay girl you tell yourself that

23:14 THE BOOK CHAIR. THATS INCREDIBLE

23:23 "You LIKE me." LMAO KATE CALL HER OUT

23:40 needy dad is needy

23:54 hagagaga why does he keep looking at Constance like that

24:35 good job Kate!!!!

24:46 YES THEY GOT THE JOURNAL FUCK YEAH

25:16 TAKE THE SHORTCUT BABY

25:47 "does anyone feel like they've entered a trance" Constance 😂😂😂😂

26:12 "I feel uncleen" HAHAHAH

26:25 THERE IT ISSSS TAKE THE SHORTCUT BAYBEEEE

26:42 MARITIME MONTHLY LMAOOOO

27:15 yeah Kate, everybody knows that. Gosh.

27:44 YES Reynie get the group's consent before doing something stupid

28:02 she's writing a fucking newsletter apparently

28:10 very subtle guys

28:19 okay the fact that Kate is left makes me think Milligan is going to come

28:24 okay, just kidding. Also I love the shoes

28:27 ayyy public transit

28:34 OKAY WHO TF WAS THAT

28:48 wow they didnt get any kind of head start, Rhonda's going to see they're gone immediately

28:58 SHIT SHE SCREAMED FOR HIM

28:58 KATE LEFT HIM A NOOOOOTE 😭😭😭

29:11 MISS PERUMAL NOOOO

29:12 ayyyyyy it's the Shortcut!!!

29:37 oh shit the adults have the tickets??? So what I'm hearing is the kids are sneaking on and the adults are using tickets

30:14 oh shit Sticky 😂 or should I say "oh ship"

30:20 HAHHAHA KATE "ha. stern" CRYING

30:34 PETTY CRIME BAYBYYYYY

30:42 NOOOOO its Boston tea party but without the tea

30:56 oh God why is he like that

31:03 he looks like he's about to star in a 80's dance video

31:07 NOOO HE ACTUALLY STARTED DANCING

31:15 WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

31:18 PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHA

31:27 please dear god let SQ walk in on this

31:30 not SQ but someone else

31:46 what the fuck just happened

31:49 ITS GOLF CART TIME BITCHES

32:16 I'm so glad he looks that stupid in his little cart thing. I cant wait to make fun of him

32:32 who are you calling "Associate" bitch

32:46 CULT

32:52 "elated" OH GOD OH NO OH FUCK

32:59 Milligan holding his hat like that is just too fucking endearing.

33:06 so are their tickets just. Null and void now 😂

33:12 did they really just ditch their shit 😂😂😂😂😂 the bags are just there in the open

33:18 parents. PARENTS. Also this kind of is like Reynie although Miss Perumal has never seen him in an active life and death situation like this

33:23 Rhonda is once again the voice of reason

33:27 "they believed us" AWWWWWW

33:45 shit is it already over??? Damn those are some long credits then

Wow, that was really good. The kids met back up, they had an awkward start but fell into that familiarity almost immediately. The parents were very parental. Although in hindsight, Sticky's were pretty much absent. What the fuck's up with that??

And the biggest tragedy is that there was no "roll credits" moment. They didn't namedrop the episode title 🙃 please bring that back in the test of the season I loved that so much

This took a lot longer to do than I thought, so I'm waiting to watch episode 2 until later tonight. I cant wait to talk about it with y'all!!!

[zylian]

Lifesteal au but with the q s m p egg concept

So Mid finds a way back to lifesteal but in turn the dragon egg splits into a bunch of little eggs with personalities

Mapicc gets a horned egg

Mid gets a egg with a crown

Subz takes the egg that has a crack in it cause he feels bad

Ashswag gets an egg with a black tie and immediately tells planet to take care of it when he’s away

Leo gets an egg with a monocle

Speptical has an egg with a headset

Branzy shows up and another egg shows up with a purple vest

And since there’s a limited amount of eggs they have rotations to make sure the little guys stay alive. When one dies there’s like 5 ppl running, trying to give him another heart (they’re limit is 2 hearts)

Bacon, Planet & Jaron get 3 eggs but it’s way too much and they can’t handle it so they give 2 to Zam

Zam is forced to babysit 2 eggs and when people try to bother/stab him they immediately get distracted by them.

Subz cares for 2 eggs (Spepticals & his own)

Parrot is so in love with his egg (paint splatters) he sets up group hangouts for all the eggs

Jaron disappears when Zam tries to tell him to care for his egg

Bacon almost killed his egg so no one is letting the eggs near him

All the eggs really like Ro for some reason

Clown shows up very sad he doesn’t have an egg, he helps babysit all of them

Planet despite having his own egg ends up babysitting 5 at a time, Bacon killed one and Jarons absent so he gave 2 to Zam so he wouldn’t deal with 4 eggs all the time

Clutch gave his egg to terrain since he was going on break and now Terrain doesn’t want to give the egg back

Spokes egg got caught in a crossfire and fully died (revives don’t work) so everyone is super nice to him

Leo’s egg is found walking around alone a lot

Zams got Jaron detective hat egg and Ashswags black tie egg

Mids egg is the strongest egg (babysat by planet)

So 12 eggs, 2 died and they’re trying to keep 10 alive but they keep trying to go on adventures and disappearing when they log off

[delightfuldevin]

Taglist!! (More tags to be added as needed)

Basics:

#devin speaks - talk tag

#king sad sack - vent tag (I’ll try not to vent here too often; I don’t consider this the place for that)

#devin’s gaming logs - talking about games I’m playing (will be warned for spoilers)

#answered the thing - ask tag

#here and queer - LGBTQ+ tag (positivity; I don’t do discourse)

#happy tag - things that make me happy/feel good/cheer me up

#funney tag - things that make me laugh

#important tag - things that I think are important/want to remember

#wishlist - things I want to buy

#hornytimes - nsfw tag (minors/ageless blogs better not interact with those posts or you WILL be blocked)

Creative:

#art tag - my art

#anitag - my animations (this tag might be empty for a while cause motivation is a bitch ;-;)

#fic tag - my writing (again, might be empty for a while lol)

#prompts - writing/drawing prompts I’d like to do (may include ask games, if ever I do those?)

#random art - art by other people that doesn’t include my kins, synpaths, or F/Os

Interests:

Note: non-self ship fandom related interests are on my multifandom blog @theamazingworldoffandoms (just reblogs over there; my creative stuff stays here)

#aes - aesthetic tag **

#cool beans - science stuff

#animalia - animals **

#mushies - mushrooms

#super mario headcanons

#cookie run headcanons

#animalia and #mushies are only for real images; drawn images go in #random art

Self Ship/Kin Stuff:

#from the white void <3 - gush tag

#kin tag - me (my kins) **

#syntag - me (my synpaths) **

#sonas tag - me (my self inserts) **

#hearttag - my otherhearts **

#faves tag - my F/Os **

#kiddos tag - my kid F/Os (they’re still tagged under #faves tag, they just get a tag all to themselves as well cause there’s so many of them lol)

#self ship tag - me (my kins, synpaths, or sonas) and my F/Os interacting with each other, as well as anything related to self shipping in general

#other’s self ship - other people’s self ship content

#other - posts that aren’t categorized in any of the other tags (posts in this tag may be given a new tag in the future if enough of the same type of post shows up)

Tags marked with ** are general tags that are further categorized. I added the specific tags under the cut if you’re interested, just cause I love showing off my tags haha (Tag organization is genuinely very fun to me which is why I have all of them listed. The most important ones are all above, so don’t worry about reading these specific ones if you don’t care lol)

#aes

#beside the seaside - beach/ocean/tropical

#forest fairy melody - forests

#waterfall - rainy

#falling for fall - autumn

(More to be added)

#animalia

#reptilia - reptiles (includes snakes so be warned of that, actually it’s probably mainly snakes)

#aves - birds

#mammalia - mammals

#aquatica - any water dwelling creature (mainly cause I didn’t want to accidentally tag a freshwater animal as “sea dwellers” haha; accuracy is important in organization :3)

#phibs - amphibious fellows

#kin tag

#big red - Mario

#bonedaddy - Jack

#vibrant summer - Mango

#the eel deal - Frye

#syntag

#comic - Sans

#first class fire demon - Calcifer

#sunnydrop - Sun

#sonas tag

#eggs and rice - main sona

#chocolate eclair - Super Mario

#trail mix - Pokemon

#poprocks - Sonic

#apple cider - Kirby

#fruit salad - MLP

#saltwater taffy - Splatoon

#candy corn - Deltarune

#pumpkin puree - Cookie Run

#black licorice - Hollow Knight

#hearttag

#spooky scary skeletons - skeletons

#made of stardust - stars

#faves tag

#cuddle monster - Bowser

#wingman ghost - King Boo

#peachy - Peach

#flower power - Daisy

#my rose - Rosalina

#baby boy - Bowser Jr

#sporty boi son - Larry

#star child - Morton

#venny’s little princess - Wendy

#tol insane son - Iggy

#bad boy son - Roy

#smol clown son - Lemmy

#classy and sassy son - Ludwig

#lil rabbid son - Spawny

#starry rabbid daughter - Rosebud

#heroes of hope - Maurice, Louis, and Cherry (Rabbid Peach)

#blade master - Edge

#right hand bro - Luigi

#my lovely minions - Bowser’s minions

#fruity pie - Pitaya

#phantom bleu - Roguefort

#pretty petal - Cherry Blossom

#little red - Cherry (Cookie Run)

#sourpuss - Lemon

#poppy - Popcorn

#little miss rebel - Currant Cream

#party pal - Birthday Cake

#voila! - Cinnamon

#cookie of class - Eclair

#miss moonlight - Moonlight

#brightest star in the sky - Shining Glitter

#razzle dazzle - Raspberry Mousse

#my sweet archer - Wind Archer

#lil sailor child - Peppermint

#smol ink child - Squid Ink

#lil magician daughter - Cream Puff

#chess twins - Chess Choco

#rice cake daughter - Moon Rabbit

#spooky and sparkly daughter - Pumpkin Pie

#robotics child - Strawberry Crepe

#toy time daughter - Lollipop

#dreamy conductor daughter - Milky Way

#pasta daughter - Fettuccine

#uncle caviar - Captain Caviar

#scholar sis - Blueberry Pie

#lizard bro - Dinosour

#fashion sis - Sour Belt

#surfer bro - Soda

#peppy sis - Cheerleader

#spicy bro - Peperoncino

#spicy nephew - Habanero

#goldie - Ananas

#water type - Lotus

#tanny - Rambutan

#vel - Red Velvet

#The One - Churro

#freezing hot princess - Blaze

#chaos control - Shadow

#shiny sis - Rouge

#mc princess - Pearl

#dj hyperfresh - Marina

#cold blooded bandit - Shiver

#hype manta storm - Big Man

#sea star - Callie

#boss lady - Marie

#nenie - Annie

#best clown buddy - Marx

#uncle meta - Meta Knight

#poyo - Kirby

#princess of the night - Luna

#dragon child - Smolder

#griffin son - Gallus

#sunsis - Sunset Shimmer

#honey - Red

#chalk daughter - Susie

#spade nephew - Lancer

#grillbae - Grillby

#showtime - Rory

#stardust - Whitney

#moonflower - Ione

#blush - Pinky

#uncle apollo - Apollo

#hoppity - Sasha

#rrr-owch - Lucky

#ragdoll queen - Sally

#finest trick or treaters - Lock, Shock, and Barrel

#voidheart - the Hollow Knight

#blessed daughter - Joni

#uncle six eyes - the Hunter

#pk bat son - Ness

#pk snake son - Lucas

#flower crown child - Crona

#plasma twins - Pot of Fire and Pot of Thunder

#auntie bayo - Bayonetta

#four elements disaster - Rubilax

#auntie eclipsa - Eclipsa Butterfly

#uncle glob - Globgor

#uncle clay - Clay

#vegetable fam - Goku, Vegeta, Cabba, Caulifla, Kale, and Broly

#misc cc - anyone without a tag

It’s very obvious which one of these tag groups made me have to put it under a cut fbchcfghcghvjvhnv

[p-antomime]

omg why tumblr didn't let you log in?? that's so terrible!

btw, i'm fine even thou, uni is testing my patience too (uni sucks always) 🥹

to be really honest, i don't really know... because like, i already saw a lot of ppl not being able to log into their acc's because they were banned from tumblr, yknow? and in other worst situations, tumblr just deleted their accounts w/o a good reason to and i was really afraid this was the case of my account even though i have all my fics/future fics saved up in docs.

the thing is: i woke up the day after my last post in august here and tried to do my log in thingy here as always but at first tumblr showed me a screen telling me that the app got an 'internal error' and i was like: ok... gonna try again later, and check my internet to make sure it isn't this shit that is fucking up with me, but lol it WAS NOOOT my internet, it was just this bitchy clown-ish app/site saying that i (??????) put a two step verification on my account and if i wanted to log into my acc, i needed a code that was sent to my number (phone number, i mean)

but bruh, i fucking changed my number because i moved out of my homeland because of my uni, how tf i am supposed to get this fucking code using my OLD number THAT ISN'T WORKING on my new country? like, NONSENSE BFFR

i sent (no jokes here rn) 40 asks for help to the support from august to 01/11/2022, 10 days ago, and lol on the day 02, THE ONLY TIME THEY ANSWERED ME, they told me they couldn't lemme log into my acc because theres no "way to tell by e-mail that you're the owner of the blog you're claiming to be" and it was on this same day that ngl i was thinking: "ok....... this is the end then............. no more fics, no more my babygirl taiju, no more nothing, no more happiness, no more will to live", i was really fcking sad, sad as hell jesussss

but at then the day 10 (or 9, depeding on the timezone) i said to myself: hmmmm maybe it's worth a shot to try a 41° time.....

and that's what i did: sent a 41° ask for help to the staff, the support and all AND THESE BITCHES TOLD ME THAT I JUST NEEDED TO "confirm" that i was the person behind my own e-mail and i was like: burh... y'all did my dirty AS HELL, y'all TOLD ME ON MY FACE, RIGHT ON MY WILL TO LIVE you guys couldn't use my e-mail to give my account back to me, fuck you guys

anyways, it was... a roller coaster.