#she was like i was SO SURE it’s in june!

[blxxmingrose]

the movie was a blur for hans too, though he wouldn’t admit it out loud. there were movements on screen that captivated his eyes, but his being was somewhere else, encapsulated in this moment, fully aware of june’s presence near him. fully aware of how that presence made him feel. 

it made hans feel like he had been given permission to sit back and figuratively let his hair down, like nothing else would happen. he felt safe in the knowledge that they were all here, he wouldn’t worry about june while the snowstorm raged on, and he wouldn’t worry about june worrying about them either. he didn’t need to worry at all. he smiled to himself, allowing himself to bask in this feeling of safety and belonging, letting it chase away the coldness of the night. 

“i have a lot of free time to think when you and sunny are at school,” he said jokingly, and even how that sounded felt different to hans. he didn’t feel lonely being alone in his flower shop anymore. even in those moments, he could feel june’s presence, and the way they found the time to talk to each other when they could, made him feel like he truly existed in someone else’s life. that he mattered. 

“and if you’re easily convinced for future movie nights, then i have a lot more thinking and preparing to do.” he wanted june to stay, in so many words. he felt brave in that moment, and he gave a wink as he ended his words, though the gesture made him chuckle as he did so. it was so unlike him to be this carefree around someone, but that’s what june brought out in him. and, if he was being honest, he never wanted to lose that feeling.

sunny’s small frame leaning on him was starting to feel heavy, and it could only mean one thing. he moved slightly to see her eyes fighting the urge to close, a yawn escaping her lips just at the right moment to confirm hans’ suspicion. as the ending credits started, he gave june a quick look and mouthed, “i should put her to bed. but you can pick another movie if you want.” 

and with that, he carried sunny in his arms, her tired arms circling around his neck as her final attempts to keep her eyes open scanned for june in the room, making sure he was still there. “he’ll still be here tomorrow when you wake up,” hans whispered reassuringly, taking careful steps toward her room as she closed her eyes completely. 

hans laid her down gently and made sure she was wrapped up nicely in her covers, planting a kiss on her forehead before he straightened up. he kept her door open wider this time, so he could hear her even from the living room, where he headed back with his heart feeling full.

“she was fast asleep as soon as i put her down. i wonder how long she’s been trying to stay awake,” he said, still whispering as he returned to his seat. with sunny vacating the space between them, hans felt even more conscious of their closeness, and it filled him with a cocktail of emotions all at once. as he repositioned the blanket around him, he turned to glance at june, taking in the moment and smiling fondly, “ready for one more movie?” 

june accepted the other end of the blanket without hesitation, pulling it over himself and adjusting it slightly so it covered his shoulder. the warmth was immediate, seeping into him in a way that had almost nothing to do with the fabric itself and everything to do with this*. the closeness, the way hans had thought to prepare for tonight, the way sunny nestled so easily between them, content and secure.

“you really did think of everything, huh?” june murmured, his voice carrying the kind of fond amusement that settled low and comfortably in his chest. his gaze flickered to hans briefly before returning to the screen, though he wasn’t really watching the movie anymore. he could hear it, the dialogue blending into the soft rustle of the blanket and the occasional sound of sunny shifting, but the details blurred.

because the thing about a moment like this was that it held you. it wrapped itself around you like the blanket over their shoulders, tugging you deeper into its warmth. it didn’t need to be spoken about, only felt.

and june felt it.

he exhaled, sinking further into the couch, allowing himself the luxury of letting go. of not needing to be anywhere else. he wasn’t used to this — this quiet contentment, this ease of existing with someone else without worrying about when it might slip away. but hans comment made something tug in june’s chest, a promise he wanted to believe in. “you know,” he started again, tilting his head slightly toward hans, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at his lips, “if you ever need an excuse to have more nights like this… i’m not exactly hard to convince.”

it was a quiet offering. a way of saying i’d stay if you let me.

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ahh ok ok!! <3 'cause now i can't stop thinking about coming back home from a bad day at work with a fever and all you want to do is just changing into your comfy clothes and going to sleep but of course rafe notices that you're feeling bad and he won't let you go to sleep without doing a check-up on you and taking care of his girl <33

hope you like it babe! took a little creative freedom with the request!

blue eyes + bruises - blurb - poison

✯ pairing:

doctor!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

You stood in front of the kitchen stove, brewing a fresh pot of water for the tea that you were so desperately craving; the forest green backsplash and the artificial plants that hung from the ceiling in macrame holders were among the first things you caught in your field of vision as you looked up from the tea kettle. Your seven month old bump created a barrier between your body and the appliance in front of you and as you went to turn around at the sound of the pitter patter of tiny toes against hardwood, you felt the newest Cameron flutter in your belly. You moved your hand against your stomach, placing it there for a moment. For you, this was the epitome of holding him, hugging him, until he made his escape from the home he had created within you. You were brought out of your momentary bliss only a mere moment later as the pitter patter of Millicent June Cameron’s feet thudded across the hardwood again, this time stopping directly in front of you with her best canine companion Murphy right beside her. He barked before plopping down into a sitting position parallel to where she stood as she smiled up at you.

“Hey, pretty girl. What are you and Murph up to?”

You questioned her as she wrapped her tiny hands around the backs of your knees.

“Color!”

Her squeal was muffled against the skin of your legs. Your two year old, blue eyed beauty, was only fluent in the words of her favorite things; chicken, color, and daddy. She said your name from time to time as well, but Rafe lived rent free in her head almost constantly and you couldn’t blame her. She was her daddy’s girl and so were you.

“How fun, baby. Did you color me something?”

You questioned, pulling her back from your legs to look at the piercing blue orbs she had inherited from her daddy.

“Mhm!”

She grunted gleefully, tugging on your hand to show you her creation. You quickly turned around, taking the kettle off the burner and shutting the stove off before following her tiny figure down the hallway. You stopped as you took in the condition of her playroom and sighed. Not only was it messy; toys scattered across the floor like lines in an abstract painting, but her creation, the one she was so desperately proud of, was all over the wall in what looked to be a permanent marker. You heard the door open only mere moments later and keys jingle in the tray by the door. Rafe was home.

“Millie!”

You whimpered silently, careful not to scold her for something she was so proud of.

“Where’s mama and my June bug?”

He called down the hallway, to which Millie responded by running out of the room and almost knocking you down, Rafe eyed you carefully down the hallway as you gripped onto the wall to keep from falling.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

She squealed as she ran. He knelt on the balls of his feet at the end of the hallway and waited for her descent into his arms, scooping her up and spinning her around once she met him.

“Hey, June bug! Did you have a good day with mommy?”

She nodded her head ferociously in response and laid her head on his shoulder as he looked down at her. He hugged her tightly.

“I need you to go say sorry to mommy, okay?”

“Why?”

She asked, puzzled at what she had done to warrant an apology.

“You almost knocked her down, baby. Remember we have to be careful with her, we don’t want her to fall and hurt baby brother, do we?”

He questioned her with his forehead to hers. She giggled as she placed her tiny hands on either side of his cheeks before retreating into herself.

“No.”

She responded shyly as Rafe kissed her forehead and put her down, watching her tiny body scurry down the hallway to where you stood. Her little hands went to the bottom of your tummy, rubbing gently. You watched her in awe and were thankful she inherited Rafe’s kind, quick to apologize nature.

“I sorry, mommy. I sorry brother.”

She spoke into the air and you picked her up, placing her on your hip.

“It’s okay, baby.”

You cooed, readjusting the bow that sat in her hair. You carried her back down the hallway, Rafe meeting you halfway and taking her from your arms.

“What did I say about carrying her?”

He said grunting, well, more like whining. He had been completely overbearing since the day the two of you had found out you were pregnant with the second Cameron baby, which included now, as he scolded you for carrying your first born down the hallway against your swollen belly.

“I know. I’m sorry, but I just wanted to hold her. She was being so sweet, acting just like her daddy.”

You responded, giving him a sly smirk. He responded by putting Millie down as the two of you completed the journey back to the kitchen. Millie ran to where Murphy laid on the couch, giving him a gentle rub and a boop to the nose. You made your way to the stove again, placing the kettle back on the burner as the water was now cold again and your tea had simply been forgotten about. Rafe came up behind you, placing his two large hands at the base of your pelvis and lifting.

“God, you have magic hands.”

You said, letting out a sigh of relief as the pressure against your hips had been lifted.

“I sure do.”

He replied cheekily, placing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

-

The morning started as every morning had recently, Rafe working to get you ready for physical therapy and out the door in time for your appointment. Every morning was blissfully sweet, you opened your eyes to his blue orbs staring at you, like he couldn’t believe you were real and in his defense, he had a good reason to believe it was all a dream. The loss of love so great will do that to a person. Nevertheless, he stared at you and brushed your hair away from your face every morning before retreating from the bedroom and wandering to the kitchen to make you breakfast. He always asked you what you wanted before kissing your forehead and leaving the room, returning only minutes later with piles of pancakes or eggs and bacon or sometimes cereal, depending on your mood. This morning was different than any other morning you and Rafe had shared. The routine the two of you had built was followed to a tee, as it always was. But, today, as he watched your eyelids flutter under your sleep, he noticed that your face was flushed and it looked like sweat was running down your temple.

“Sweetheart, are you hot or just happy to see me?”

He whispered against your skin, as he placed his lips to your forehead. You were hot and still not stirring.

“Baby?”

He questioned with more base in his voice. Still, you didn’t stir or make a sound. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was but he knew something was wrong. In the same way that he knew something was wrong the day he met you, he knew it was now. He quickly threw the blankets off of his body, stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom, frantically searching the thermometer. A fever was currently his worst fear, the last thing he wanted was for you to be sick, especially if he was the cause. He found the thermometer and quickly slid it across your sweaty forehead. He moved swiftly down the bed uncovering your leg and pulling off your brace to get a better look at your knee. He lifted your ankle gently, knowing that pain was the worst for you when you first woke up, and removed the brace from underneath your leg. He carefully lifted the bandages to see his worst fears confirmed as your knee was swollen, red, and inflamed. You had an infection. The thermometer beeped just as he had come to his conclusion and again his fears were confirmed as he read 101.2 across the screen.

“Shit.”

He cursed under his breath, moving to put your brace back together before running back to the bathroom and running cool water over a washcloth to place on your forehead.

-

You felt a coolness against your forehead and began to stir, blinking rapidly. Your eyes felt glued shut and heavy, but you opened them, only to find your sweet man standing over you.

“Rafe?”

You said his name like it was a question, confused on where you were or what he was doing hovering over you like that. Weren’t just in the kitchen with him, with Millie? Where’s Millie?, you wondered.

“Hey, sweet girl. How are you feeling?”

He asked, rubbing your hair away from your forehead. It was only then that you relaized it had been stuck to you by sweat.

“Where’s Millie?”

You asked in response, ignoring his question.

“Who?”

He questioned, furrowing his brow in confusion.

“Millie? Our child? Where is she?”

Suddenly, Rafe’s face fell, realizing that he was going to have to tell you that you didn’t have a child, not yet.

“Baby, we don’t have a daughter.”

His voice was sorrowful as the words left his lips and immediately, you were confused. You reached under the blanket, feeling for the baby bump you had previously been sporting and it wasn’t there, it was gone. You had dreamt of your future, your life – with him. You wanted so badly for it to be real and it wasn’t. You had felt lots of pain in your life, but none could compare to that.

“What’s this for?”

You question confusedly, reaching up to your forehead, feeling the coolness of a wet washcloth sitting on your forehead.

“You have a fever baby, I’m trying to bring it down.”

He replied and you didn’t question him, he was a doctor after all.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

He asked promptly.

“I have a headache and I’m cold, but I feel fine.”

You replied, groaning a bit as you spoke.

“I’m pretty sure you have an infection, baby. So, I think we should go to the emergency room.”

Your eyes went wide at his words and his heart broke as your lips jutted out in a pout and your eyes filled with tears.

“Please don’t make me go back.”

You whispered and his heart clenched in his chest, the muscles surrounding it squeezing and contracting.

“You’re sick baby, if we don’t go it could get worse. I’ll be with you the whole time, you know that.”

He said, helping you sit up. You could only look at him in silence as the tears ran down your cheeks.

“I’m scared, Rafe.”

You replied shakily.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. Why are you so afraid? Didn’t I take care of you well enough? Don’t you trust me?”

His questions fell out of his mouth rapidly.

“Of course I do, Rafferty. But, what if they admit me? What if I have to stay again? I just got home! I just started to feel okay again!”

You raised your voice as you continued to sob. He quickly took you into his arms and brushed your hair away from your face as he laid kisses on top of your head. You clung to his bare chest as you cried, his tan, muscular skin quickly became wet with your tears.

“Look at me, mama.”

He said, holding your cheeks in his hands. You stared into his blue eyes, they were full of love and care as they always had been.

“We don’t have to go, baby. I’ll call in some antibiotics and go get them, yeah? But I need you to promise me something.”

He said. Your eyes softened and you nodded in response.

“If it gets worse, you have to go, sweetheart. I won’t lose you. I won’t.”

His words hung heavily in the air and you understood them. You understood him. After going through such a tragedy with Molly, you knew you had to listen. You knew you couldn’t do that to him too, not if you could help it.

“I promise I won’t put you in that position again.”

You responded, laying your head against his chest as he placed a kiss on your temple.

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[visenyaism]

the way they adapted myranda is maybe one of the wildest choices got made like?? why did they do that was Iwan playing ramsay a bit to gay so they gave him a girlfriend and took the name from one of sansa vale character very strange move

Do you wanna know a secret? I have never actually seen season five through seven of Game of Thrones. I did not watch any of the show until 2019 when the bass trombonist next to me in college orchestra decided to watch seasons one through four to prep for season eight coming out that June and offered me an AirPod to watch it off the stand during rehearsal. This is terrible rehearsal etiquette I know and I would not have said yes except for she was really pretty and I thought she was cool plus I played the tuba which in full symphonic orchestra repertory meant that no one really ever needed me for anything other than bottoming out chord support so like once every 45 to 50 minutes so I was like sure. And it was really good.

But then it was June and I was like well. I’ll just watch season eight now so I don’t get spoiled I read like half of a feast for crows in middle school so I’ll get back to the rest of it. And season eight was so abysmal in every way. And since then I’ve just been like well what’s the fucking point I can’t watch them butcher my favorite book so I just never bothered to watch it.

All this being said they did WHAT to Myranda????? She’s Ramsay’s SAW TRAP GIRLFRIEND???

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 135 (Heather's Home!)

Conrad was sitting in the kitchen with Lavender when Heather returned from Selvadorada. "Mommy!" Lavender squealed.

Heather beamed. She'd missed their joyful smiles, but she moved slowly, feeling nauseous again as her body still recovered from the spider bite. "You look a little green," said Conrad with concern.

"You should have seen me a few days ago," she mused. "It looks like the contractors finished the upstairs bedroom while I was gone."

"The snow melted just long enough for them to get it done," said Conrad, showing off the space where Ash would sleep once he returned from spending Easter with the Landgraabs. They both glanced out the windows, noting the falling snowflakes beginning to gather on the ground all over again.

Heather smiled. "Even if the snow doesn't want to leave the Bay, it feels like a new beginning. George and June's murder is solved and the town's doing okay. I'm back from vacation. New season. New bedroom."

"We've got new problems...."

Heather cocked her head in confusion. "Rafa still won't cooperate? We didn't have any trouble with cartels in Selvadorada."

"As relieved as I am to hear that, I'm worried they might've gotten to Rafa and it's holding him back. He won't give up Ximena, but I keep trying. I sent Felix to try to talk to him in Sulani after convincing Melissa didn't work."

"Felix is pretty persuasive," she said hopefully. "I saw on Social Bunny he has a new girlfriend."

"He charmed Lilith without much trouble," Conrad agreed with a nod. "But the same lines won't work on Rafa."

"You could always arrest him and force his hand," she reminded him, but she knew her suggestion would fall on deaf ears.

"It's not just Rafa and his sister," he said carefully. He didn't even know where to begin with John Brindleton's town history lesson, so he skipped it - for now. "I talked to Ash about Ben and his dog and he figured out by himself that his accident as a toddler made it possible for him to see ghosts. Felix confirmed it's the most likely explanation."

"Because he was...Oh my Watcher...So he just sees ghosts? Plural? What if they frighten him?"

"He's not even worried about it. Says he's never met a ghost that he didn't think was living. Doesn't even know if he's ever met more than Ben and Captain Whitaker." She leaned into him, feeling dizzy, and Conrad held out a hand to support her. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Maybe I should lie down. Jet lag hit me on the way into the jungle, and it'll probably hit me again now that I'm home."

Conrad kissed her and put her to bed, taking Lavender to daycare on his way to work. Heather napped for most of the day, calling her parents to cancel plans to go to Henford for Easter dinner because the thought of spending an hour on the speedy Simmerloop made her feel as green as she looked. "I know Hazel's already in town for the weekend. That's good in case this is a flu or something."

"We're sorry we won't see you, but we just want you to rest if you're sick," said her father, Neal. "We'll miss your cooking, though."

"Maybe we'll make it to Henford for Mother's Day, if things aren't too hectic with the clinic rebuild."

"Get well soon, Buttercup. We love you."

"Love you, too."

She hung up the phone, content after a quick chat with her beloved dad despite her guilt over cancelling holiday plans. But she couldn't dwell for long on her feelings before she raced to the bathroom to be sick.

At work, Conrad was in the break room. While his coworkers talked about plans to celebrate his old partner Josephine's retirement party at the Salty Paw, he pulled himself away when his phone rang. "Felix! How's the beach?"

"It's not Felix." Rafa's tone curdled down the line. "He let me borrow his phone to tell you to screw off."

In the tropics, Felix rocked uncomfortably in his flip flops. "He didn't tell me that's what he wanted to say! I told him he might avoid prison entirely if he gives up his sister and he said he wanted to call you."

"And who the hell are you to promise something like that? You're just some weird lawyer who sounds a hundred years older than he looks!"

"Listen to Felix," Conrad urged, careful not to mention Rafa's name in front of his coworkers. "He's the most experienced attorney I know."

Even though Felix had passed the bar only recently, Conrad was telling the truth. He didn't know any other attorneys who'd practiced law as far back as the early 20th Century.

"If I get off with nothing but a slap on the wrist after selling my own sister up the river, the cartel will come for me, for sure."

"You said yourself they're not concerned with Sulani. I know what I'm asking you, and I wouldn't ask if I didn't need your help. She's been all but abandoned by the cartel. I'm sure of it. No one's visited her since she was put behind bars, but you know what she's capable of. You could keep her there, for your benefit as much as mine. Yours and Melissa's."

"You shouldn't have sent her here."

"But you weren't this mad when I did."

"Screw you, Conrad. And stop telling the Ngatas to spy on me. Oliana and her son come by every other day now."

"Maybe they care about you. I know what that's like."

The call ended with a click, and Conrad sighed. He was beginning to think he'd have to bring in the cartel to pressure Ximena, after all, but he didn't relish the possibility in the slightest. ->

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NOTE: There was already a sneaky shot of the new bedroom in the Love Day installment because making spring crafts were the only way I knew how to make Valentine's-themed artwork without mods, and I'd already done the reno in the spring save when I wanted to put that shot in.

WCIF Pose: @novapark's Incoming Puke for Heather's bathroom shot. Love it even if Heather is suffering for it; thank you for sharing!

[stinkrascal]

last night my mother in law baked a cake for me and gathered everyone at the table to film me while they sang happy birthday to me which is like so sweet. but unfortunately i had to tell them my birthday is in fact not in june but in july 😭😭

[upperranktwo]

♡Happy Birthday Kanroji Mitsuri♡

1st June

[lynxfrost13]

KLBR-S2306 “Wanze”

commissioned art by Phosology!

- pretty typical sierpinski-23 kolibri unit for a while there. She was a less seasoned kolibri and tended to be very clingy with her cadre. Her cadremates liked to tease her affectionately about it.

- Really loves physical touch of all sorts, especially having her hair played with and her face touched, it’s very soothing to her!

- Her name Wanze comes from the German word for bug/bedbug! She got it due to her clinginess. Eventually she also received the name Fehler in a derogatory way, it means bug but more in the context of an error or failure.

- Her usual duties involved shifts down in the mines to monitor gestalt workers and ensure that they weren’t being disruptive and decreasing productivity.

- during one of these shifts a few gestalts were VERY disruptive and during a scuffle involving the gestalts, Wanze, and a poor mynah unit equipped with a mining laser, Wanze received a severe head injury from the mynah suddenly misdirecting the laser and hitting her.

- That injury would have killed her if she were a gestalt, but thanks to that handy titanium skull and nearby protektors rushing her to the hospital wing to be patched up, she survived. She had to get her faceplate replaced :(

- Wanze also completely lost her bioresonance due to the accident, and the medical officer who oversaw her care, a eule named Holt, was unable to restore it, leaving her with a pretty useless kolibri.

- Holt stepped in to keep her patient alive, and after arguing that Wanze was harmless to the kolibri hivemind (now simply just not a part of it) and through being very persistent (annoying), Adler allowed for Wanze to be reassigned to more standard protektor duties since she could still be useful, with occasional check ins to make sure she wasn’t degrading.

- This was hell for Wanze for a while, adjusting to the lack of mental noise and connection to her fellow kolibris was a shock, and she was expecting to be decommissioned.

- After finding out that she had to keep living without the hivemind, Wanze became incredibly frustrated both with herself and Holt, blaming the medic for extending her suffering. The two of them had a tense relationship for a bit due to Holt not fully understanding Wanze’s grief and Wanze refusing to cooperate with Holt. They come to understand each other after some hard talks and the two become friends, and eventually fall in love.

- In many ways Holt was the only thing in Wanze’s life that made her feel comfortable, Wanze still had to sleep and share a living space with the other kolibris, which was awkward and awful for her. There was a coldness and a distance that there hadn’t been before between them. It constantly reminds her that she’s not like them anymore.

- After the accident she also tries to avoid looking at her face, especially her forehead, where there’s three dead bioresonance crystals ready to look back at her. To make her feel better Holt likes to kiss them <3

- Her days in her relationship with Holt are some of her happiest, the two of them spend a lot of time together whenever possible. Wanze loves reading with her and pestering her as part of her “patrol route”. They love bugging each other generally and are just ridiculous your honor

- Of course those happy days don’t last :)

- I talked about this before, but tldr Holt falls ill with the sickness overtaking sierpinski, and Wanze stays by her side in the hospital in between shifts. When coming in from one of those shifts Holt tried to attack her, fully corrupted by the disease. Wanze shot and killed her in self defense… now she’s all alone :(

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[r0semultiverse]

How Homestuck Beyond Canon Candy Timeline has/will have parallels with Homestuck proper around and during the events of [S] Game Over

Jane Crocker heavily aligned/influenced by with Crocker Corp. Notice how her neck accessory looks very similar to the Crocker computer tiara. There's also the circuits surrounding the button, which are reminiscent of Crockertier Jane's visual mind control effect by The Condesce.

Jane also kind of looks like The Condesce with how she's silhouetted here.

The head of Crocker Corporation on a large Crocker space ship. A ship which I would like to point out looks eerily similar to the ship that The Condesce flies around in except the forks/sporks are facing the opposite direction and it's got black on it instead of mostly red.

Jake dying at the hands of Crocker influenced Jane and coming back to life parallels with this Jane coming close to killing Jake, but stopping right before death. Same green text too.

The cast of characters surrounding this time in the comic are also similar.

We also got the whole Crocker laser beam of death being hinted at which we've absolutely seen before.

I talked about this in one of my previous theories, Jake is getting a better grasp of his hope powers; so, I think we could see another hope explosion again in some capacity out of Jake's concern for Tavvy.

I could also totally see Jake being held hostage by one of the Crocker Clones A.K.A. the Brig Boys and Kanaya cutting them up with her chainsaw (hopefully avoiding Jake).

This is more of a little side detail, but Vriska is once again on the sidelines while this massive important fight takes place because she's trapped in her own personal Hell this time.

CHARACTER DEATH FLAGS - I don't know how to organize this post and there was a lot more potential evidence to this than I thought there was going into it.

Let me preface this with the fact that the existential split between Meat and Candy sometimes seems to try to course correct itself and much like certain peoples DNIs, it doesn't want any doubles. We see this with Dirk, Dave (he died even if he ascended to ultimate self afterwards), June/J/John, Terezi(seemingly), Meenah (her other self is in the black hole with Lord English so we can't necessarily confirm death but yknow), Aradia (is just Aradia), Gamzee, Calliope (that is a whole complex situation), and Rose (if her future sight is correct, but we'll get to that). Those are the only examples I can think of at this time, but it's absolutely a repeating pattern of the universe sort of course-correcting to have only one of each of our main characters exist at a time. This, at least in the cases of Dirk, Dave, & Rose seems to be related to the ascension to ultimate self, but we can't really say if that's why the other characters only get one existence at this time.

Karkat has has at least 2 deaths from around this time, one involving Crockertier Jane as well which could be a sign of things to come.

Rose's death flag is that she has literally foreseen her death in her future sight. She is thinking about Kanaya and Roxy in the same thought process while seeing her own death, feeling full of regret (even though she's trying to repress her own feelings) about her relationship to Roxy and Kanaya. Very similar to her being regretful as she was dying in Roxy's arms. I'm also guessing the bullet that hits her will be from Jake's gun, just throwing that out as a possibility.

ROSE: What... ROSE: Happened to me? ROXY: the witch got u ROXY: with her fork ROXY: but youre gonna be ok ROSE: Oh. ROSE: That's nice. ROSE: *Cough.* ROXY: maybe you uh ROXY: shouldnt try to talk now ROSE: You saved me, didn't you? ROXY: ... ROSE: Thanks. ROSE: But, ROSE: She's gone, isn't she. ROSE: For good, I mean. ROXY: ? ROSE: I saw her die. ROSE: And. ROSE: It's a shame how... ROSE: *Cough.* ROSE: A shame that I never even... ROSE: Got to tell her... ROSE: I loved her. ROXY: who?

ROSE: Kanaya. ROSE: But... ROSE: You too, mom.

Kanaya also has a death flag here in getting hit by The Condesce's laser beam of death, but it's more of a maybe given that we see Rose's future vision of Kanaya holding her body in her arms. Keep in mind though we also had this bit of dialogue about the reliability of future sight right before we saw that vision.

JADE: dont forget im more than a little versed in future sight myself ok JADE: i dont care how credible it seems, you cant depend on that information!

Jake and Jane are also on the chopping block potentially, but I can't think of a way at this time, unless Kanaya mistakes Jake for one of the clones amidst her rage and ends up cutting through him along with the Crocker clones. The one pictured below was done by Aranea who is out of the story. Maybe Meenah's trident hits Jake somehow or something, I don't know. We also have meat Jake and Jane who are doing more okay.

On top of the parallels to the doomed timeline that was [S] Game Over, we also had Vriska say that this reality was fake and didn't matter. I'm paraphrasing and I don't know if we'll get a doomed timeline situation yet with the 4 kids still in it, but I just thought the amount of parallels was interesting & worth pointing out.

I also wanted to get this out before the next update in case it's related to the flash animation and any of my predictions come true.

Alternatively I think the flash animation will be Ultimate Dirk kick starting his SBURB home brew session on Deltritus. He probably has all the tech and narrative powers to do it based on what we've seen, they just need a species they'll both be satisfied with as the players for the session.

[daily-hanamura]

[latinokaeya]

rr is so bad with timelines and ages literally would hazel not be 14 already by the time of son of neptune. am i the crazy one here

[orcelito]

Tally still isn't quite back to 100% yet, but she's recovered a lot in general. Every time she does one of her normal habits that she'd stopped doing while she was sick, my heart just squeezes with gratefulness. Stuff like her yowling like I died after I go to bed, her climbing onto my lap while I'm sitting on the toilet and/or watching me from on top of her litter box, her jumping onto furniture, her getting up in my face and sniffing my breath as I slowly blow air at her, her trying to eat the plants, her PLAYING.... and of course, her eating.

I also discovered the coat rack toppled over onto the couch after getting out of bed today - surely her doing. Didn't break anything so im just glad she's back to being at least some semblance of a chaos demon, even if she's not totally recovered yet.

It's the little things, sometimes. All her little habits, some harmless and some annoying, that make up who she is and her presence in my life. When all of these stop, so she's just a lump on the couch, barely eating and barely getting up... it was unsettling. And worrisome.

But I've got my baby back. She's still not super high energy, but she's got enough to feel like herself again. And I'm so, so grateful.

[spotaus]

Thinking about Orchid and her connection to my take on Gender (because this was meant to be about her and the Crew but it just devolved into a character analysis kinda??? More trauma-dumping maybe???) This is very much an oc/personal rant so feel free to ignore it 🫡

So, Orchid started off as a character I didn't really think much of (hear me out this is going to be relevant) because I wanted to add a 'girl' character but didn't know what to *do* with her, y'know? She was always going to be the strongest one there, she had the odds stacked in her favor with her parents. She was always going to be the gloomy side-character to match Reset's energy. But I think she's gone through every stage of Generic Woman I could possibly find.

At first she was angry and abrasive (think Fell!Sans) where every other word was a curse and she was likely to throw the first punch then laugh as she kicks her enemy while they're down. This was when Reset was a cartoonishly self-centered villain whose goal was simply to prove others wrong. Then Orchid became a sort of sisterly figure. This was short-lived, but she was the one comforting people who Reset would torment, but would ultimately follow his orders, because at this point he was actually a danger and sadistic. And then there was the phase where the story mellowed out and she became the token Goth Girl who, yes she was strong, but was heavy on the 'whatever' energy. Then there was her Era of deep self-loathing and anxiety about her worth that held her back and made her a much more timid and meek character who would only lash out on occasion.

Now, Orchid is the best of those iterations I've written yet. She's calm, level-headed, and a natural leader. Her father raised those traits into her. But she's very reactive, and can be silly, and when she's comfortable it's likely that air of importance transforms into something more comfortable and familiar. She laughs loudly and grins wide, she likes loud video-games but loves to read in the quiet. She's extremely disciplined, and normally no one can get through her tough exterior besides her best friend, Reset. She does what she does for her own enjoyment, sure, but she's thought of every angle and makes her choice to help Reset and control the others with her whole chest. She still worries she won't live up to her invisible expectations, and that and her loyalty are her two driving forces.

I know that Orchid is important to me because she's the longest-running female oc I've had. I have a rough relationship with womanhood/girlhood and I know looking back that Orchid recieved every ounce of my distaste for being a woman that I could shovel into her. That never made her less of a character, she was actually always one of my favorites, and rarely was she a 'punching bag oc'. I just... projected onto her a lot. And she's a good sign of how I've learned who I am. I've decided that my own femininity is something I could live without. I'd rather not associate myself with it, and I'd like to leave it in my past, focusing on a future where I'm not tied down with any gender roles or expectations. That won't happen, but I've come to terms with it myself. Orchid though? I figured out through her that I don't have to hate women characters. My own distaste for my circumstances doesn't mean I have to push it onto my characters (on God I've never expressed anything rude to actual people, that'd be rude as hell and uncalled for, but I have a bad habit of disliking fictional women in media). So, Orchid is a well-roubded character finally. She has motivations abd goals and a *lot* more depth than I ever expected her to. She's happy with being a woman, she's content. She's not treated differently for it in unfair ways by those she cares about, so she doesn't mind it. She likes to wear pretty outfits and lets Reset add bows to her ribbons. She doesn't let being a woman hold her back in the slightest.

So, yeah. Orchid is one of my babies. If I ever leave this Fandom behind for good, she's one that's coming with (Ichor, Orchid, and Pretender all have human designs I can use elsewhere lol-) but in the meantime I'll just rotate her around in my brain for a while longer.

If I'm right, she's been with me for nearly 5-6 years and I went through a *lot* with her as an outlet. So, she's kinda just like an old stuffed animal. A lil ripped, matted fur, maybe a stain or two, but there's a story there and that makes it important beyond belief.

[jackass-jones]

God every day I think about Akane’s breakdown in door 3 because there really is no correct way to interpret that and every possibility makes me crazy. Like she sees this fucked up corpse whom Junpei (and the player, depending on how they play) believes is their friend Snake, but she knows that it’s Guy X. It’s a man she very intentionally put in the game for this very purpose, so that he could die horrifically and be displayed for everyone to see. And she has a full mental breakdown over being trapped in this room with the corpse, being trapped by Junpei, to the point where she rips out her hair and starts bleeding from how much she bangs on the door screaming to get out. And fuck, there’s so many possibilities like

Akane could be feeling genuine terror over the sight of the body, and with that remorse. She made this happen, she wanted this to happen, and now she’s forced to quite literally watch the damage she’s caused unfold. She can detach herself from his murder easily in other timelines where she doesn’t have to look at it, and she can sleep easy knowing that her hands are technically clean because she didn’t do the literal killing. But she can’t do that here, and she has to face the fact that not only did she happily cause this death, she failed her mission. She isn’t going to survive, and now this man is dead for nothing and everything is her fault

On the other hand, her entire breakdown could be completely fabricated in order to keep playing the role of the damsel in distress who is so innocent that the very sight of blood drives her to insanity. The interesting part about this is that if she could fake such a horrific breakdown, just how much of her personality a facade? We know she wants revenge, for everyone from Cradle to feel even an ounce of the pain she and so many others went through, but we don’t get to see the extent of how much she feels this way. We never hear directly from Akane about her feelings on any of the original organizers, just her note about her desire to punish them. She hates them, but does she see their deaths as a necessary evil, or does she feel joy and satisfaction at watching them go? It’s absolutely horrifying not knowing, not being able to see her true feelings, not knowing just how real or fake she is, the extent of her madness. Perhaps she doesn’t even know that herself

IN OTHER WORDS, it’s fucked

[front-facing-pokemon]

[oxymoronicdumbass]

okay now excuse me while i make this my entire personality

[br1ghtestlight]

this is so funny to me actually bcuz this is 100% how i talk abt my characters ages. i know what YEAR they were born and i know what rheir ages are supposed to be at the start of the story but i dont actually know when it takes place?? im really bad at math. There was a moment where rainbow was supposed to be 23 and i somehow accidentally made her 17 lmfao