#shits baked into my core memories

[transfaguette]

he could fix me (worm on a string)

[ara-the-great]

One call away

Tw: slight reference to lores, slight gore (if you squint) fever and delirium, abandonment issues

(here is the request I got for Zayne and Sylus angst. I didn't know what to write so I added my own trauma. I HAVE NOT PROOF READ THIS)

You don't remember most of your childhood. Not that you cared much. The oldest thing in your memory that you could find was screams, the screams staying with your Grandma and Caleb but that too was well into your mid or late teens.

Even then you didn't have many friends, actually you had no one except Caleb. All of them either bullied you or abandoned you, they didn't care about you . You were desperate for any sort of connection as a child and as a adult.

Your dating scene was similar. Though you only had one relationship before you joined the hunters association. Even that was far from a good one. And now when you look back at it you couldn't remember much there either, you had cried so much, so damn much but still he left.

It's only after joining the association that your life started to look up. It was a new start for you. A new environment, new friends do you think they like you? and new opportunities.

You always kept your problems to yourself. You didn't want to make others worry for nothing. It's not like anyone was close enough to tell these problems anyway.

When this mysterious fever started developing you thought you could ignored it, just power though it, right? Wrong.

You could barely stand up. Slipping in and out of consciousness. Your body felt like it was being baked from the inside out. Yet it felt like your limbs were freezing off. You needed help to at least get to the hospital.

Even thinking of the hospital made you feel worse. You could practically smell the antiseptic scent of the sterile rooms. What if something is really wrong with you and you need surgery? Under the harsh flood lights and white coats and screams and they'll kill you this time. They'll hurt you. They will cut you open with a knife.

Sylus

You jolted awake shaking, you can't stop shaking. No one can save you this time. For all you know that kind-hearted boy who helped you is dead. For all you knew his body was stained as red as his eyes.

He answered "look who it is, I didn't think I'd be fortunate enough to get your call today kitten". You weren't sure when you had called Sylus but you already had. You didn't know what to say let alone why you called him. Could he even help? Suddenly you remembered the aether core. Maybe this fever was related to this. Maybe-

"kitten are you alright?" His voice sounded gruff but gave you so much comfort. But you wouldn't want to disturb him. He probably would hate you for it.

"I'm sorry i- I mistakenly called you" you managed to rasp out. Still shaking

"you don't sound well. Are you sick? Where are you?" He spoke cautiously. You weren't sure how he knew. Not sure that you cared because before you could answer a calm swept you into unconsciousness.

You woke up to someone opening your door. Shit shit shit shit shit shit . Someone was here. An intruder was here. You could barely get up and out of bed before stumbling onto the ground, your gun was nowhere to be seen. You kept trying to think where you kept it but you came up blank. You rummaged through your bedside table trying to find something to defend yourself with but your cold shaky hands weren't making it easier. The person outside had started to open your bedroom door when you found a blunt craft scissor which you held up towards whoever was inside. Your sight was blurry and your heart was beating in your ears like a war drum but you could recognize a tall figure approaching. You weren't going to let them take you back. you have to fight. You have to

"DONT COME ANY CLOSER! GET OUT IM NOT GOING BACK I WONT HESITATE TO KILL YOU DON'T YOU DARE TAKE ANOTHER STEP!" You screamed as loud as you possibly could. Tears ran down your face as you shook with what can be only described as pure terror. Scenes from the past kept flashing in your head. You could practically feel every damn cut they cut into you as a child.

You were sobbing and shaking curled up in a corner from fear and yet you kept the knife held up. It tore Sylus's heart apart to see you like this again. In the blink of an eye he was kneeling in front of you cowering form trying to reach out.

"Sweetie, Y/N please it's me. Calm down it's ok you are safe. Look at me. Shh look it's me Sylus. Its ok I won't take you anywhere, I won't hurt you." He held you in his arms even though you were wildly trying to stab him for a second. His normally smooth voice wavered and cracked.

"S-sylus? I- someone is in the house!" You deliriously mumbled from the high fever.

"kitten it was me. I came over because I was worried when you stopped talking over the phone. It seems like I was right to worry. You are burning up what happened?"

"I think I have a fever. It's ok though, I'll be ok" you said calming down. You leaned into his touch as he held you against his chest. His heartbeat was almost as rapid as yours.

"my love, I don't think you will be fine your fever feels well over 105. Why aren't you at a hospital? Why didn't you call anyone? Why didn't you call me sooner?"

"i didn't think you would come"

"all you need to do is say my name and I'll be there for you. Now come, let's get you to the clinic"

You shook your head trying to insist you were fine but the worry in his eyes only made you reconsider your choice

"Can you tell me why you don't want to go?" His eyes and his voice were lulling you to sleep again

"scared" your voice was barely a whisper. You could feel yourself slip into unconsciousness yet again.

When you came to you weren't in your house. Just before you could panic you felt sylus talk. His arms still around you like a shield from everything you were afraid of.

"it's ok you are with me. I'm here. I bought you to the N109 zone. You needed to see a doctor so I called one to my house. So no hospital, don't worry." Sylus explained without you even asking.

"thank you" you said quietly, feeling ashamed of the scene you caused earlier.

"For?" He asked with a brow quirked up.

"For not asking what all that was, and for bringing me here and also for taking care of me."

He laughed softly "You don't need to thank me for taking care of you. I always take care of what's mine." His eyes were ever so soft as he brushed away your hair from your face. "Now sleep. You are still sick"

"but I feel a bit bet-"

"Sleep kitten. I'll take care of everything else" he said softly kissing your forehead.

Zayne

You stared at your phone contemplating whether or not you should call Zayne. Though you were in a relationship you couldn't just disturb him. He was a busy guy. He had surgeries and more serious patients to take care of.

Your phone began ringing. Speak of the devil.

"Y/N? This is zayne. Are you alright? This is the second time you missed your appointment this week." His cool voice sounded across the phone.

"zayne, ah I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just have a bit of a fever."

" A fever? That gives you more reasons to come over to the clinic does it not? Do not worry about the appointments. I'm coming to pick you up. Are you at your apartment?"

"Zayne its truly not necessary I don't want to burden yo-"

"Rubbish, I was already headed out. So do not worry about burdening me. Worry about taking care of yourself" he cut the call before you could try to persuade him that you were fine. You were just grateful that someone was there. Even though zayne had abandoned you before. He didn't care about you. It was his job as a doctor to care for his patients.

You didn't realise when you had slipped into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

But by the time you had woken up your skin felt like it was burning from the fever. This wasn't normal. Glancing over at the clock you saw it was around 1 am. Zayne wasn't here yet. Why did you expect he would be here? You knew not to trust in what people say so why was your eyes tearing up?

As your fever kept increasing it became harder and harder to move around, it was painful to even sit up. He had abandoned you again. Your ex was right. You were annoying and in the end everyone would leave you. Nobody could ever love you.

The memory of zayne flashed across your mind. He had promised to always look after you. To be there for you.

You gritted your teeth kept mumbling "it's ok. I'll be ok" to yourself like a mantra as you somehow got a coat on your back to head to the hospital. You weren't sure how you'd reach there but the first step was to get out. Every promise that has been made to me has been a lie why would this one not be?

Just as you were about to get out of your room, your door softly swung open, revealing Zayne with an apron and a tray of soup in his hands. He seemed taken abac. But perhaps not as much as you.

"And where are you going? You shouldn't be up with such a high fever." He said as he kept the soup on the table. His cold eyes were filled with worry. Even seeing him had you breaking down into tears.

He scrambled to hold you as you collapsed on the floor crying. "What happened, where does it hurt?" He hurriedly measured your pulse and fever trying to find any sort of answer from your incoherent sobbing.

"Wh-when, when did you get here" you managed to croak out once you had calmed down a bit

"I got here long ago but since you were sleeping I didn't want to wake you. I was in the kitchen making soup for the fever, knowing you, your stomach is empty." He said as he slowly settled you into your bed.

As he turned around to bring the soup he meticulously made for you, you grabbed the back of his finely pressed shirt, "don't leave. Please don't leave, please stay. Please. I would die if you left me." you kept begged in your fever induced delirium. It broke Zaynes once frozen heart to see such fear and pain in your eyes.

He slowly leaned over to kiss you on the forehead "I won't. I'm just getting your soup. You need to eat something if you want to get better. You can't have medicine on an empty stomach"

Throughout the rest of the night Zayne diligently fed you and took care of you. And when you found it hard to sleep he would cradle you in his arms and read out his medical papers to distract you from your thoughts.

"I'm here, I'm here sweetheart, it will be ok. I'm not going to leave even if the gods demand me to" he comforted you every time you jolted awake. He would be whispering words of comfort to you till you fell asleep again and continue telling you how much he would give up for you. This treatment would go on for days, till you recovered. And even though you didn't remember how you begged him to stay, he would reassure you that he'd be there for you whenever he could.

[bubbleddisasters]

Since Y’all liked the last one, heres something somewhat similar:

TWST Characters as funny / random ass moments with my friends/family

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Ace : A good friend of mine made an entire Cards against Humanity Deck including us, and we played it at like 4 am.

Also, one of my closest childhood friends of now 11 years, the way we first met was he insulted me, and then thirty minutes later I peeked at his notebook while he was drawing (our beds were next to eachother) recognized Sans from a meme, and then managed to bullshit through an entire conversation about Undertale without him suspecting I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about.

I made a joke about it a little less then a year ago, thinking he knew by now, but no. He looks at me and the conversation goes:

“Are you telling me our entire first interaction was you just fucking improvising through a discussion of a fandom you didn’t know shit about?”

“Wait you didn’t know?”

“NO?!”

“You genuinely believed that I knew what I was talking about then for 10 years?!?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

Deuce: I was biking with my sister, and she accidentally biked straight into a fucking lake. Also when my dad looked me dead in the eye after receiving one of my graded tests and goes

“How the fuck do you answer Maine four times on different questions and be wrong for all four times.”

Bonus Adeuceyuu combo: Me and two of my childhood friends once linked together to grab something we saw in a river, turns out it was just a broken fishing rod.

Also another on me and the above two friends meeting: The first thing one of them did was insult me, and I genuinely have zero memory of how I met the other.

Basically, we met at a sleepaway camp as kids, and for some reason, our sleepaway camp had some wackass shit, but one of them was this game. I don’t remember the name of it, but you had to go in groups of 3-4 and tie ribbons around each staff tent/cabinside without getting caught (and keep in mind each campsite and Cabins were very spread apart) at midnight, and the first to return to the cafeteria, where the staff were waiting, and did so after tying them all, on won.

Kids age 12-17, in the middle of fuck knows where in the woods Long Island, running around in the dark unsupervised with only any light bringing items they brought themselves.

So me, and we’ll call them C and M, teamed up. It’d take too long to go into full detail, but it was a very Prologue Mines fused with Camp Vargas core adventure.

Bonus First year gang in general : Me and three friends were waiting for something I genuinely don’t remember in an abandoned dorm area and got extremely bored, and one of them could do a perfect Donald Duck impression, and another a really good goofy, and this somehow led to us having a fake reality tv show verbal bitchfight as Donald, Goofy, Mickey and Minnie for a solid hour. We all regretted not recording it.

Cater: My friend from Wales entirely forgot about the existence of timezones and called me in the middle of my history class. Her ringtone at the time was just a clip of her screaming “Bread”.

How my teacher didn’t figure out who’s phone it was is beyond me.

Trey : Made Russian Roulette Spilt Cupcakes for a large group of my friends, and one is allergic to strawberries, while another’s favorite is, so I very specifically placed the strawberry filled one on the complete other side of the table with the intention of slipping it in after she picked her two.

Some fucking how, she ended up with the Strawberry one, which I had tied with a bow (basically the ones with bows mean they contain an allergen, and the color is the allergen. Ex: Strawberry was BRIGHT FUCKING PINK.) I’m to this day not exactly sure how, but my best guess is she traded hers with whoever originally got the Strawberry one before we ate.

Luckily, I told her partner, who had been my baking partner in crime and convinced me to add in the strawberry after I said it might be a bad idea, to bring two epi pens just incase.

Riddle : I am around 5’3, and I had a friend (?) who was 6’2-3 in middle school. We had almost the blatant definition of a Floyd and Riddle Dynamic, but he’d out of the blue be extremely sweet to me (kinda like that comic in the anthology), only on days I was going through shit. When I tell you I genuinely thought I was hallucinating when he did though-

Also, I yelled at him for nailing, yes, NAILING, a flag on the ceiling reading :”el sábado es para los chicos” (Saturday is for the boys) In the fucking Spanish classroom. Since nobody was as tall as him and the janitors didn’t notice it, it was there for like a week.

Che’nya : My friend and I have an ongoing inside joke where whenever we spot the other through a window in the hallway, we text the other “behind you” or “to your__”

Leona : I brought a pillow with a silk pillow case (gift from my mom) to a sleepover once, and my friend went “You trust leaving me in the room with this?” and I genuinely responded “Its a pillow, why wouldn’t I trust you.” entirely forgetting that Silk can be pretty expensive.

I felt so bad bro.

Ruggie : My friend once dared me to get a one plate of everything during a party. I misinterpreted this and brought a mostly to full plate of each thing, including water bottles.

Turns out they meant balance one of everything on a single plate.

I did not, infact, return the seven brownies, four cupcakes, two cookies, twelevish tangerines, popcorn and god knows how many grapes, but everything else was returned or snatched by friends.

Jack: My friend was throughly convinced she knew where she was going when we got lost outside at one of the biggest malls in fucking America, and we ended up walking a good 4/6th of the perimeter before finding the target (the store, we were still fucking lost) , which we called her mom to pick us up at.

Bonus: My friend, a few dormmates and I were at Starbucks and this random woman comes up to my friend and goes “Hey, they got my order wrong, want my drink?” and I was literally trying to give him this face of “BAD IDEA”. Yea so he ignored the obvious and drank the whole fucking thing and was bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day. (This one could also work for Jamil I suppose.)

Floyd : I was once walking with a friend of mine and jokingly said Trees are giant salads.

This motherfucker breaks off a branch of the nearest tree, takes a fatass bite, drops it, and goes “I want a refund.”

Jade : Randomly got interrogated my mushroom hunters—-

(I kind you the fuck not, MUSHROOM. HUNTERS. Basically, they go out to hunt/find/ forage for rare mushrooms. Atleast thats what they told us?! I wasn’t paying much attention, I was busy petting their dog tbh)

—While camping, my friend and I had zero clue what they were talking about, so she just pointed in a random direction and they thanked us and left.

The same friend also introduced me to mica, but always called them Mermaid Scales, and we more than once walked around in the water looking for them, I was the only one that would literally stop mid-trail to pick some up though. I have a massive collection.

Also she never let me live down the fact I once trapped myself in my tent with fucking dental floss overnight just to see if I could, then couldn’t undo it in the morning, and our adult / guide / trying to keep us alive person had to cut me out with a knife.

Azul : This one very specific time as a kid I was talking to two identical twins, who were standing on each side of me, wearing the same outfits but color reversed, and nearly had an internal breakdown trying to remember which was which, so I just did verbal gymnastics around using their names.

We later literally spent two hours fighting for ours lives together and I shit you not I STILL COULDNT REMEMBER THEIR FUCKING NAMES.

Kalim : Went shopping with my badass grandma and somehow left with a Second Hand Valentino (the brand) dress for $50 and a free bracelet one of the employees gave me because ….I actually don’t know.

Also, I got trapped on a really high up indoor water slide with my sister because the water entirely stopped (we learned later the water machine tied to that ride blew up) , and where we were was like a weird slope like between two drops. We couldn’t get back up, and going down was too risky without water bcs we could go splat.

There was like a window ish on the ride, so like a smart 8 year old, I start calling for help at the top of my lungs. My sister (10) also did this. There was this guy who I guess heard us that we nicknamed Chad because he looked like the most stereotypical 2000’s beach movie love interest lifeguard and was dramatically looking around for where the voices were coming from but NEVER LOOKED UP??

Anyway, My sister got us out in the end because she found a hatch and managed to open it, and I shit you not there was a spiral staircase with a gigantic fucking sign reading “DO NOT CLIMB STAIRCASE.”

So obviously, my sister chucks me across the gap onto the staircase and then jumps over herself, and we end up spending another 40 minutes after that fiasco trying to find our parents while i’m pretty sure Chad was trying to find us.

After the 40 minutes we just assumed we were now orphans and went back to where we left our keycard and low and behold our parents had just come back from wherever they had fucked off to.

Also Chad found us and felt super bad, and bought us a smore cake?!? Someone throw him back in time to be his destined role as an extra in Teen Beach Movie. The cake was great though, but that was one hell of an 8th birthday lmao.

Jamil : My friend from India (jokily) Divorced me after my dumbass asked her if Chai was an ingredient used in Chai Tea.

Spoiler Alert : Chai IS THE TEA. Apparently, asking for Chai Tea is the equivalent of saying “Can I have some Tea Tea please.”

Yea safe to say I felt real stupid in that moment.

Epel : My sister once locked me in the bathroom so she could test her new makeup on me. She left for one second and I kid you not I snuck out of the window.

Random bonus : Me and my cousins for some reason ended up roughhousing outside after one of our older cousins weddings, and I judo flipped a whole ass 17 year old man at age 12 and I felt so powerful in that moment.

Also If you saw about the ranch in the previous post, me that gang had an anonymous cookie provider who would leave us two tins of fresh cookies every day around 12ish pm, usually behind the kitchen or outside the equipment shack.

Yes, we tried to catch them once, No, we didn’t succeed. Also nobody wanted to risk loosing cookie privileges, so we didn’t try again.

Rook: Once scared the living shit out of my online friend by texting him “I am now several miles closer to your location.” . He lives in South America, and I happened to be in Florida with a friend, so I thought i’d be funny.

Vil : I was going to a cosplay convention with a friend, and instead of bringing like a normal amount of makeup, my indecisive ass brought basically a whole suitcase worth of it.

Also won a costume competition at my boarding school for Halloween, and wasn’t even aware there was a competition until the year after, when a good half or more of my dormmates asked me to do their makeup because they’d heard I was really good at it.

Idia: Ok, so, long story, but my friend invited me and two mutual friends to see Sweeney Todd on Broadway w/ the og cast. However, I was the only one who didn’t know we were going anywhere, because he thought his mom told my dad we were going to see Sweeney Todd, while my dad thought my friend told me, but also he was suspiciously alluding to it, maybe unintentionally

So I show up in a blue hoodie with a bad pun on it, mildly ripped sweatpants, mismatched socks and bright rainbow crocs. Not very “going to watch a musical about cannibalism and Serial Killers” attire. But it gets worse.

So around the 3/4ths into the first act is when I usually get snacks at musicals or plays, since they’re usually just finished setting up and theres no line, so I’m in and out and don’t miss much.

Well, I did that as usual, and its important to know we had front row balcony seats, because…

I slipped on my friends playbill on the way to my seat, and my fucking left croc went flying down into the seats below us, and hit an older woman in the head right at Sweeney did the first oofing, and the stage lights go red for a moment in this scene.

I felt so bad, and was literally too embarrassed to go get the shoe myself, so one of my friends got it for me. Apparently the lady thought it was somewhat funny (thank fucking goodness)

Ortho : My sister and I were biking once, and found out some reason the coats we had (school merch from field day I think). had the biggest fucking hidden pockets known to man.

So the next time we went out, she for some reason decided to put our dads entire laptop in there.

Also bonus: My friend once invited me over to their house to help with their costume, and when I came over, the costume was literally a gigantic trash can. No, not the actual object, They were literally making a giant trashcan costume.

I helped but still remained mildly confused in the process.

Malleus : I had a good friend who lived next to a graveyard, and sometimes we would just go on nice walks in the graveyard.

Lilia: Another Wilderness one: We were making Pasta, and one of the guys in our group was playing with a large thing of moss, tripped, and the moss got into the fucking pasta.

One guide said “Nature Consequence, we can still eat it” while the other screamed they were going to get fired.

Also, me and a friend were singing bo-burnham on a hike, and for some reason we had this stupid ass idea of making a fake fishing rod called…..

“The Child Catcher.”

(The irony ony of us both being 14 at the time so technically we were children)

We found a good fishing rod like stick and a vine, tied a vine on, and I kid you not we carried that thing for MILES. We also made a fork with a flatly shaped stick and a rock named Reddie.

Yea living in the woods does somethin to ya I gotta say.

Bonus: One of my childhood friends had a very giant dog, and one time we had a sleepover, she was laying infront of the other side of the door when we woke , and because of the way the door was, we couldn’t get through.

So my genius solution was to climb out the window (this was on the second floor) , Cha-Cha real smoothed to the nearest other window, go through there, and lure the dog away with a treat.

It worked.

Silver: Went to this make your own dipped popsicle thing with a good friend of mine, and watched in pure horror as she got a mango popsicle dipped in dark chocolate and rolled in fruity pebbles.

Another one: I was at a Sleepover and there was this tent like thing that was meant for tiny people (aka me, not really it was for toddlers but I was small enough to fit at the time), and at some point in the middle of the night, someone tripped on the tent and it entirely collapsed on me, and not only did I sleep through it, I ended up being the last person to wake up because they all saw the tent collapsed and assumed I was already awake.

Also I was camping once and I rolled away from my tarp and somehow down a road, and my friend said when she found me there was just several butterflies and caterpillars on me. I originally didn’t know but I found a caterpillar on my head that morning and apparently it was poisonous (I was fine and I named him Bob)

Sebek: I was in an escape room with some friends, and I discovered that a key we had gotten in the very beginning worked on another lock, so I did that, and later one of my loud friends finds a key and is SPIRALING because she can’t find what it unlocks for like 30 minutes, and after several minutes I realized, unintentionally slammed my hand on a desk and screamed “OH SHIT.” with zero context.

That experience was actually my first time in a escape room with friends, and not my family or a bunch of drunk strangers in suits + my concerned mother.

Second years : My friends in the priorly mentioned group consisted of who I’ll call N, who was doing 70% of the work, we had R, who was angrily searching for the lock to the key, we had T, the birthday boi, who was randomly making jokes about the 1930s, S, who genuinely forgot he had a key item in his pocket, and A, who dramatically serenaded the paintings after misinterpreting a clue and me, who kept accidentally unlocking shit ahead of time.

Third Years: Prior to the other mentioned event, we had gone to a small improv event that ended up being just us, and the poor guy running it kept giving us scenarios and random conditions which we would absolutely make the craziest shit from.

If I remember correctly, one of the skits was we were supposed to be a school board, and the condition was when someone said an idea, you had to say yes.

The result? a organ harvesting business thats front was a school, and everytime someone got detention, one organ of theirs was sold, and the funds went into funding the biogenetically engineered creation of Hatsune Miku and Cat Boys.

For some reason this skit also led somehow into atomic glitter and cocaine missiles, selling souls on Ebay with express shipping, using Sephora Products and Instagram to spread our propaganda, making meme complications of our crimes, and nuking the Bermuda Triangle.

Ask no questions because I have no answers.

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Yea thats it for now! Enjoy!

:3

[eternal-love]

Austin and me

“He’s changing.”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

MASTERLIST.

I wasn’t proud of my affair. Who is ever proud of any relationship that’s based off betrayal? And I HATED, HATED, HATED that every time I was with Callum. I thought of— him.

I didn’t want to sound vulgar. I am a grown woman. I’m sure I can say fuck, shit, etc. But sex, how can I talk freely about sex— let alone the sex in some scandalous affair?

Could I say that whenever Callum thrusted deep in me, I often thought of Austin doing so. How much I wanted to hear Austin’s voice as Callum whispered whatever dirty things he thought about as he tried to make me come for the third time.

Sex with Callum was different. It wasn’t as good as with Austin, but he was much more dominating in some ways. For most of our relationship and marriage, I was the one that had to initiate things with Austin. Like laying in bed and casually sliding my hand onto his pants, or sitting in his lap as he read scripts. With Callum, it was different. He knew what he wanted and he took it; shamelessly. Austin was a fan of more soft sex. Callum was more aggressive. Austin liked it soft core. Callum hard core. They were both two ends of the coin. Yet my heart always ached for Austin…

“M’gonna shower, baby…” Callum whispered to me after he was done. I laid on the bed and nodded. I watched him walk into mine and Austin’s bathroom.

Austin wasn’t home, he was off to some random library he found and then to his pottery classes. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and saw that I had a message from Austin.

‘omw to pottery. gonna make u something :))’

I sighed and sent him a thumbs up before putting the phone down and rubbing my face. After his shower, Callum came out the bathroom all freshened up.

“What’s with the face?” Callum asked me as he smirked.

“Nothing. Just, texting Austin and all that.” I rolled my eyes.

“That fast? You hurt me, love. You really do.” Callum faked offense, placing his hand on his chest. I chuckled and threw one of the cushion towards him.

To be honest, I wasn’t in love. I never thought I could love two men at the same time. The problem was that I myself did not know if I loved Austin.

“He won’t change. Men like him never do.” Callum grabbed my jaw softly.

“I know.” I answered before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He left.

I was at home after Callum left, I had Lori running around the kitchen as I made dinner. I was making a salad.

“Mommy. Up!” Lori said, wanting to sit on the kitchen counter.

“But you better sit still, alright?” I picked her up and sat her in the countertop as I moved around.

“What… what are we making, mommy?” Lori had an advanced speech but her whiny little voice was my favorite thing about her.

“I am making a chicken salad.” I kissed Lori’s cheek. She “helped” me while holding the tomatoes in her hands.

I liked spending time with Lori, for most of the time— she was my only friend. It was sad but true. As she helped be bake things for the rest of the week, I heard the door open and close, it was Austin.

As I took Lori in my arms and walked to the foyer, I saw Austin… holding a tree?

“I can explain. I thought that we could have a little Christmas spirit. C’mon, Christmas is around the corner.” He smiled at me as he held the tree.

“Where did you even get that?” I laughed, but Lori was already kicking excitedly. Once she knew Christmas was getting closer, she knew her birthday was just around the corner.

“Uh— I kinda saw a man selling them on the street. He totally scammed me but I wanted to bring my favorite girls a surprise.”

How could he be so sweet? How dare he? After being a dick, after being a cowards and having two affairs. Why was he so sweet now? Why was he trying to change? It made me feel more guilty about my very own affair. Why was I cheating on a man that was trying to actively change? I felt like the worst wife in the world.

I needed my mother to hug me. But turns out I was the mother in this situation.

He got closer to me and kissed me, taking Lori from my arms before smiling at us. I hated his smile. I hated how charming he was. How easily it was for me to forgive his behavior and actions.

“I made you a vase.” He pointed at his tote bag.

And I would lie if I said it wasn’t the most attractive thing a man had ever done for me. Like it was a handmade vase from him. COULD HE BE ANY HOTTER?

I felt like drowning on my guilt. As if my own lie was starting to eat me whole from within me.

“Thank you.” I accepted the vase with a smile. “I don’t even know what to say. What do you say after getting gifted a vase?”

Afterwards, we had dinner. A nice family dinner. He held my hand all throughout it. And that night— it was the first night he made love to me for the first time after months.

But he was rough, almost like Callum. And my blood went cold as he whispered to me.

“Does he fuck you like I do?”

I quite literally stopped moaning, he took my breath away with his words. He smirked and looked down on me.

“I want you to stop seeing him. I want you to stop behaving like an unloved woman when you know damn well I love you.”

I felt like the worst wife in the world. Did he feel like this after I caught him cheating on me, twice? I wonder. He never looked this guilty. Maybe I was in too deep. Maybe I just— loved too much.

I AM SO SORRY. OH MY GOD.

ALMOST 4 MONTHS WITHOUT WRITING.

Those months were crazy. I was finishing high school, exams, projects, my graduation. University, everything was chaos. I apologize again.

[redjademilktea]

I've had this draft sitting around for a few months, but Marisha saying Laudna wants a "simple cottage core lesbian life" with Imogen in the lasted 4 Sided Dive made me want to go back and polish this up a bit!! For context, my partner asked me to write something small and imodna related with the word "baking" as a prompt. Just a quick writing exercise as a break from dissertation work. So I came up with this!!

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"Okay one egg or two?"

"Two. And remember to add them in with the rest of the wet ingredients, not with the dry."

"You're supposed to separate- shit."

Imogen looked at the mess of ingredients, cooking utensils, and mixing bowls sprawled out on the counter in front of her. She didn't think learning this particular recipe would be walk in the park, per se. But she certainly didn't expect... well this - standing here with Laudna in their little cottage kitchen with the remnants of three (soon to be four) attempts at making a passable cookie batter splattered across various surfaces. "Start me off with somethin' easy," she had said when agreeing to baking lessons earlier in the day, "you really liked those cookies that Lord Eshertoss would bake for us, right? We can start with those." She let out a sigh at the memory.

Laudna now stood behind Imogen, peering over her shoulder at her... creation.

"Oh, you might be able to- hmmm." Laudna said as she tested the batter's flavor with her pinky. Suddenly, her eyes went wide as *something* seemed to hit her. Imogen cringed slightly as she awaited the verdict.

"Imogen, darling, you did add two *teaspoons* of vanilla, not tablespoons, correct?"

"Is there a difference?"

"A bit of one, yes," Laudna said with a low chuckle.

"Sorry Laudna," Imogen sighed. She moved to rub her eyes before quickly realizing her damn hands - just like everything else in the kitchen, really - were coated in that sad excuse for a cookie batter. She frustratedly began Prestidigitationing them clean before pinching the bridge of her nose in an attempt to quell an oncoming headache. Before she could get too anxious about the prospect of starting over *one more fucking time*, she felt thin arms wrap around her from behind.

"Imogen, darling, it's alright," Laudna hummed, "I always felt Eshteross was too, well, *extravagant* with his recipe writing. It can make it hard to follow at times." Laudna gestured with one of her hands wildly to emphasize the point in a way that Imogen couldn't help but smile at. "Honestly, do we really need to know what he was eating for breakfast or what life lessons his mother taught him as a child right before telling us to brown the butter?"

"You criticizin' his recipe writing, Laudna?" Imogen asked, already feeling the tension behind her eyes melting away.

"Well, yes, but I don't think he's open to any feedback at the moment."

Imogen let out a small gasp before turning her head to meet Laudna's eyes. "Laudna!" Imogen gave her a stern look in an attempt at mock consternation, but quickly relented into a fond gaze as soon as she caught sight of the way Laudna was leaning her head onto Imogen's shoulder.

"Well all I'm saying is, I love a good set of flowery prose, but there's a time and place. And a recipe certainly isn't the place! Besides, I've always said you were *very* capable. If it's giving you trouble, the recipe is obviously worded poorly!"

Imogen laughed more fully this time. Gods, Laudna could make her feel better about anything, even if it meant defending her honor and recipe following abilities to a dead man. She took a deep breath, taking in the subtle, earthy smell of fallen leaves to help ground her. She opened her eyes to Laudna's warm grin before planting a soft kiss on her lips.

"Thanks baby. Alright, one more time from the top okay with you?"

"Of course darling, just remind me to pick up more eggs from the market tomorrow. We may need to... restock soon."

[cookinary]

I redrew (and redesigned) my Portal boi because he definitely needed a refresh!

Sum details:

His mask broke during the long fall in Portal 2 but he kept it anyway

I'm going with the stupid "Portal 2 happens 50 000 years into the future" theory because it's complete nonsense and I fucking love it so, because he spent so long in the Relaxation Vault, he got very pale (he was already pale in Portal 1 but not as bad)

For the same reason, his hair grew pretty long (he shaved it after escaping)

He got the massive burn scar on his left arm from an energy pellet grazing him

Oh yeah, trans rights also

And I just realized that I never shared his backstory here so it's under the cut if you're curious!

In chronological order:

Mitch creates Aperture

He puts Ophelia at the head of the entire facility

Ophelia realizes that Pedro would make the perfect test subject so she wipes his memory -it's the first and only time that a full memory wipe is done on a subject- She then realizes that watching him test would make her feel bad so she gives him the mask to hide his face. That way, she can watch him test without any remorse.

After a few tests, she puts him in a cryo-chamber (because she wants to put him through much harder tests that have not been invented yet)

Mitch and Denny are (forcefully) hired as test subjects but are brainwashed. They are both put in cryo-chambers

Not long after, Ophelia decides to turn herself into an android so she can live forever and control the entire facility. The scientists warn her that this can cause severe memory loss and mild insanity. She does it anyway and loses all memories of her human life. She now has full control over Aperture.

Judging all the scientists useless, Ophelia floods the Enrichment Center with a deadly neurotoxin

Portal 1 happens

At the start of Portal 2, Pedro is woken up by banana Pedro (who is a core in this AU) who wants to help him to get out of here.

Basically the same story happens. But Pedro eventually encounters Mitch and Denny who try to take him down. He kills them in return (Denny didn't have his long fall boots)

They finally get to Ophelia. Though, contrary to Wheatley (who got corrupted by the mainframe), Core!Pedro was actually planning to take Ophelia's place from the beginning. He stuffs Ophelia in a potato battery (she appears as an hologram being projected from the weird eye/circle thingy on it) and sends she and Pedro down the elevator shaft

Pedro's mask breaks during the fall, which leads Ophelia to realize that his face feels familiar after they reunite

While going through old Aperture, Pedro and Ophelia learns the truth about themselves (thanks to all the pre-recorded messages)

The rest of the game happens pretty similarly, except that at the end, after shooting Core!Pedro into space, Ophelia tries to get Pedro back to testing (after all, he IS the perfect test subject). Pedro refuses and attempts to destroy her. He fails, but Ophelia gives up and lets him go as she does not want someone who will try to destroy her 24/7

Basically like in Blue Sky, Pedro ends up in a small town where the people help him back to full health. He settles here and eventually finds out he has great cooking and baking skills and gets his own little cake shop (I'm not sure I still want this to be the post-game for this AU but I'll leave this here anyway)

These notes date back to 2020 HOLY SHIT IT'S BEEN 4 YEARS

[cyberdragoninfinity]

so the thing with the Three Pure Nobles' routes in Tag Force 6, they all are effectively the same set up (same set of WRGP duels, same 'endgame' (i.e. the Ark appearing)) but their Team 5D's opponents in the last round are all different, and then once you GET on the Ark Cradle these three just start saying the most harrowing shit at you and you can't leave and it's been in my brain for like 6+ months

they each make it very very clear to you how aware they are that theyre like.... not people, they're mechanical Things born from a moment of Agonizing Despair. Created by someone else.

^I wonder if him talking in first-person pronouns when describing the past is a fan translation choice or if this really is a situation of him being so distressed that Aporia's memories actually feel like something tangible and real he was There For. 8( (since it's established that Emperors learning theyre parts of someone else is a fairly recent happening--those memories were sealed off in their programming prior to Primo getting ripped in half)

Anyway with Primo you see how this burdened knowledge of being built from Literally Some Guy's Trauma is bleeding into his entire belief system (which is already kind of scrombled to begin with)

GOD. GOD!!! I feel like too often I see people characterize Primo and his cohorts as 1:1 copies of Aporia's various life stages (or literally them having been once human and "made" into robots later,) and/or as beings completely separated from Aporia entirely, and neither of those takes are really all that correct!! The Emperors are more like slightly off photocopies of Aporia, gijinkas of the worst moments of his life. They're not him, BUT, his memories are what made them, they're vessels for carrying his despair, and Aporia's themes and motifs are still baked into them at the very core. I've gone off before about Apo's ouroboros motif and this is one of the rare times YOU SEE IT SHOW UP WITH PRIMO TOO!!! IT'S CYCLICAL SUFFERING ALL THE WAY DOWN WITH THESE GUYS

You also get this really moderately distressing glimpse into how dedicated to the Emperor's 'God' (Z-one. Just Some Guy.) Primo is (and also how he considers his sword to be a great power Z-one has blessed him with, which i just think is cool. (^: archangel moment !)

he is SO hyped about purveying God's will with you!!! Immediately after this is when he starts revealing he's ALSO really hyped about getting to finally die in the name of Iliaster's mission, which I talked about in my other post about this route.

aahhaha...that's real cool buddy <:)....... <8,)

Anyway since this story event starts with Primo just killing Yusei in front of Akiza, she's then apparently approaching fast on Primo's location with the rest of the Signers, and it's all but stated that you WILL be taking care of that with him.

JUST. HIS GNARLY LITTLE SMILE SPRITE GETS ME HERE SO BAD. THE CACKLING. guy who was programmed to go to the ends of the earth for another man's cause. guy who fully believes in inflicting the despair that he's made of upon his enemies (suffer just as I have <;/3) mechanical avenging angel. God's specialest living weapon. there is NOTHING in TF6 that indicates finishing Primo's heart events will culminate this. he's so fucked up. it rules

[ahoneesan]

In high school I got permission to screen the 2nd Gurren Lagann movie in the school auditorium on the colossal projector and I feel like we are walking the same path

it was nice coming back to it after all this time! ttgl had genuinely dropped out of like, things that i considered My Media or whatever. it was a younger me who watched this after her first watch of evangelion, who couldnt even conceptualize the idea of being trapped in a shell, who bought her little core drill necklace off the internet. those memories are genuinely fuzzy now. time really flies.

but watching the movies for the first time (well, technically REwatching gurren-hen but still) at nearly 30, after being a girl for like a half-decade, really reminded me how much this series meant to me as a kid. how like novel and powerful the idea of looking at a fundamentally uncaring, unloving, even antagonistic universe and find the strength from others and eventually yourself to go on and go Further was. the idea that that whole time kamina was scared too, but seeing simon working so hard gave him the strength to keep pushing him onward. that even if it is all fundamentally empty and there isnt any capital M Meaning in life, despite how utterly illogical it is humans still create our own. it got to me as a little not-yet-girl who had been continually struggling with depression and questioning her christian upbringing for years. it still gets to me now. i feel pretty lucky that i can look back on that as "the past" now. but its still here in me. hopefully it always will be.

to say nothing of the style and presentation of it all. ttgl like other Teen Media is really what set me on the aesthetic trajectory im on. i tend to go to klk for that stuff nowadays for obvious reasons but chronologically its really ttgl (and like homestuck, of course) that shaped what i value about stories and animation today. it was what introduced me to the idea of real vs super robots! it introduced me to imaishi! and kazuki nakasima! kamen rider fourze, kill la kill, re: cutie honey all of this stuff for me traces back to me watching the ttgl dub on whatever pos streaming site i watched it on. im pretty grateful for that.

theres plenty of shit i could talk too, ofc. its a pretty misogynistic show in all the boring ways these anime tend to be. funny homophobic stereotype whos actually Cool and Awesome at what he does so it doesnt matter that hes a stereotype. another (the very first?) not fully baked Oppression Metaphor. due to being tv series compilations the movies' pacing can stumble at times (tho lagann-hen fares much better in this regard). but all in all this is The Way to revisit the series, i think. if you're watching for the first time i'd definitely recommend the tv show first. but for us who have been there n done that and want to remember how a drill works, you gotta watch the movies. im glad i did!

[syscourse-confessions]

When it comes to anti-endos, I've been out and open as an endogenic system for years and I have been genuinely harassed and intentionally triggered when it comes out. Even for the "nice ones", I don't think people realize how genuinely damaging it is to constantly be made to doubt your memories and existence for years.

I've left the community and only occasionally check in, and it still finds me. I'll regularly get people casually telling me I don't exist or I'm secretly traumagenic, hell one time a DID system offered to help me find repressed memories. That was one of the "nice ones" who lured me in to talk to me.

Even if it's not targeted. I've seen people put endogenic systems on the level of fucking pedophiles or confederate flag users. I've seen anti-endos cite TikToks for their source of why their anti-endogenic while I have decades of community history and research papers, and being a system right in front of you.

I've seen their Carrds encourage singlets to "correct misinformation" and what misinformation? That exist? That I'm confident in my system history? That I'm using literal fucking terminology that's been used by the endogenic systems since before they were born but it's now bad because some snobby teenagers under ten years ago decided it was?

Even for the good anti-endos who act civil, they're still supporting a rhetoric that genuinely makes people doubt their memories and identity. And for what? Internet pettiness? Then of course they treat syscourse like it's a fun pastime and not some hoards of people trying to encourage random ass singlets to call you a fake system for not being disordered enough.

Like this bullshit has re-traumatized me in so many ways and left me with a deep sense of shame and even false memories I'm still struggling to undo. I want to be civil, I know these people are in an extremist mindset, but god is it hard to keep it together when the same shit that damaged your system to its core is still going around and the expectations to be a "good endo" are so baked in misinformation and dehumanization.

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[woltourney]

ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 12

Lopu Rhaavuna (@mages-ballad) v. Big-Chungus Funny Icarus (@swageus-harmonia)

Lopu Rhaavuna:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Lopu Rhaavuna, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. IC-ly her primary jobs are Bard and Dancer. Secondary to that, Sage and Reaper.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Mateus [Crystal]

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. I took inspiration for Lopu's character and story from the mahou shoujo genre, with the core elements being that a seemingly-average girl discovers she actually has the capability for magical powers, and uses those to help spread hope and save others. Love is a major theme for Lopu, and its what gives her the strength and motivation to do what she does. Lopu grew up in Gridania, where she left and became the Warrior of Light at age 25. She's always had a deep feeling of wanderlust within her, and the events of the MSQ are what kickstart her into being able to get out and see the world. She's lived her life knowing there had to eventually be more out there for her, and her assumptions are proven right as she takes up the title of the WoL and makes herself known. She's no doubt had her ups and downs, but never once has she regret her journey. Others may call her a hero; but even after all this time she still considers herself just an adventurer that likes to help people. In her free time, Lopu has a few hobbies she likes to indulge in! She's very big on cooking and sharing the food she makes, gardening and growing her own ingredients, hunting, training, running Treasure Maps, and of course hanging out with the Scions. Outside of saving the universe, she's a very sweet and humble woman.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Ah? Um…" Lopu takes a lock of her thick hair to twirl around and play with while she ponders the question. "I think I should win because… It would make me really happy if I did?" She laughs a little, giving a flash of fangs. "Truthfully, I can't really think of a good reason! I guess there is the fact I saved the universe, but I wouldn't want people to feel obliged to put me on a pedestal just for that." "Maybe… If I win, I'll bake a huge celebratory cake to share with everyone! That works, right? People tend to be more motivated to vote if there's food involved, yes?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. AS HER CREATOR I SAY VOTE FOR LOPU BECAUSE SHE IS SO CUTE AND HUGGABLE AND SILLYGIRL-CORE AND HAS THICK THIGHS AND I LIKE HER A LOT AND ALSO IF SHE WINS I WILL ACTUALLY DO A GPOSE OF HER AND THE CAKE AND EVERYONE CAN HAVE SOME!!!!! VOTE FOR LOPU #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP

Icarus:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. technically his name is Icarus but his name in critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy xiv is Big-Chungus Funny so do whatever you want with that information (he/they pronouns also)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Mr Chungus is a whole ass Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. His class is whatever I damn well feel like playing with, but for an actual conk creet answer he mains gunbreaker reaper and black mage

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. im on zalera crystal data centre :)

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Icarus is just Some Guy really, homeboy just woke up in fuckin uldah one day and lemme tell ya it went downhill from there lmao. He is also cursed with Not Remembering Anything(which is my excuse for not knowing some shit abt the story because my dumb ass skipped cutscenes OMEGALUL), dude got REALLY fucked up in shadowbringers with the whole light poisoning thing and just. lost memories of shit pre-shb. Also his dork ass horns and wings were bc of the whole shb thing dont worry abt it. Anyways now he just fuckin sits his bitch ass around his stank aah island smoking weed that makes you evil idk

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. uhhh uhhh fuckin uuh #BIGCHUNGUSSWEEP

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. man my wol was just a shitpost character and i got too attached i had to pull all this info out my ass :/

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Godsides Ref Sheet

I've been working on my own version of the godsides idea (sanders sides as gods), and this is what I've got. (kudos to @thegoldenduckie for helping! I couldn't do this without you!)

This is going to be a long post, so here:

First up we've got the characters themselves! (this does include Remy and Emile, I know that they aren't sides, but I love them)

<<•>>

Logan

God of: intelligence, wisdom, strategy, memory, time, and space

Style: like an ethereal, noble, starcore, gay ass bitch

Age (as of Thomas): as old as the universe itself

Interests: poetry, science, mathematics, astronomy, Patton

Animal counterpart (+features): Raven, he has the wings of a raven

<<•>>

Patton

God of: emotion, empathy, health, animals, life, justice (morality)

Style: dad x kid core gay x that one nice librarian you met when you were five and have never seen since that one fateful afternoon but the memory of them has stuck with you forever x flowery cottagecore dresses

Age (as of Thomas): as old as there has been life on earth

Interests: baking, cooking, sewing, knitting, hanging out with the other gods (and Thomas!), gardening

Animal counterpart (+and features): dog, specifically a golden retriever, and he has the tail and ears of one (you fucking furry)

<<•>>

Virgil

God of: fear, instinct, paranoia, anxiety, monsters, weather (especially storms)

Style: a 2005 emo, but make it fancy

Age (as of Thomas): as long as humans have been around, is our best guess

Interests: watching horror movies, baking with Patton (don’t judge, okay?), keeping up with his anonymous tumblr blog (shh, the mortals don’t know it’s him), embroidery, cosplay, shitposting

Animal counterpart (+features): spider, multiple eyes/limbs?

<<•>>

Roman

God of: creativity, love, passion, the arts, honor, pride

Style: pretentious fuck at a ren faire

Age (as of Thomas): since art could be found (wow, so fancy you flamboyant little shit)

Interests: acting, poetry, writing, cosplaying with Virgil, dnd, fashion design/putting together outfits, pottery, photography, fencing

Animal counterpart (+features): lion, has a tail, ears, mane like hair?

<<•>>

Janus

God of: deception/deceit, puzzles, riddles, tricks, theatre, outcasts

Style: Victorian-era conman outlaw (now with added capes!)

Age (as of Thomas): since the first lie fell from a human’s mouth

Interests: fucking with the other gods, chess, gardening, witchcraft, winetasting, turning into a snake at zoos to freak out mortals (remus is with him obvi)

Animal counterpart (+features): snake, has his lil scalies, snek tongue, and eye.

<<•>>

Remus

God of: creativity, sex, the abandoned, chaos, mischeif

Style: fancy, alternative, androgynous, grunge

Age (as of Thomas): same as Roman (they’re twins, what’d you expect)

Interests: fucking with other the gods and mortals (but different), pole dancing, cooking/baking, solving cold cases from decades ago because he can, acting, drawing, painting

Animal counterpart (+features): octopus… (please help, what features should he have?)

<<•>>

Remy

God of: sleep, night, dreams (kinda)

Style: he looks like the vines and only that. No joke this god came into existence thirty minutes late with a Starbucks in hand

Age (as of Thomas); the first time someone slept ig???

Interests: going for walks/drives, stargazing, listening to podcasts, chatting, drinking coffee, talking with Emile

Animal counterpart (+features): raccoon, he’s got the bags under the eyes, but he chooses not to have any other features, and those are just cause he’s an insomniac

<<•>>

Emile

God of: the mind, illustrative arts, language

Style: similar to Patton’s, but a bit more masculine(?)

Age (as of Thomas): since humans evolved their mind enough to speak words everyone knew

Interests: watching cartoons, animation, pet care, crocheting, 

Animal counterpart (+features): ram, he has horns!

<<•>>

Thomas himself is a mortal in this, but the gods have chosen someone to speak through every lifetime, and they chose Thomas. He's honestly pretty much the same as he is in the videos, though.

Ships include: Logicality (kinda going to be the focus), probably prinxiety and dukeceit, but there might be a bit of princeit. Logan acts as the "main character" seeing as he'll be around the longest, but all of them will be a focus.

That's most of what I've got for now, but I'll keep you updated as things progress.

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 45

Marisha's "ow" in the middle of her suggestion and then just carrying on like it didn't actually happen is so adorable ... and then Laura doing a PSA ... XD "You may be weird looking, but you're opposable, damn it!" This may actually have been one of the least painful ads Sam's ever brought us. He should let the girls take the lead more often.

Wow ... is it just me or does that D&D Beyond plug feel somewhat strained and rote? I wonder why ...

Will Friedel? OMG!!! HELLO BOYO!!!

Welcome back, Taliesin ... "What is WRONG with you people?" Yeah, he just found out about the "sex ruse" ...

Ashton's reply to the Imogen message ... and now she doesn't have a slot to answer back. XD Oh, higher level? Okay ...

Travis counting her sigh as one of the words in the count ... XD

FCG suggesting they put Tuldus in their chest cavity, and then Chetney's fine about the idea but only if they chop him up so he'll fit in the first place ... yeah ...

Can Pate handle this responsibility? Oh dear, he's chuckling, that can't be a good sign. Wow, is he actually a bit dense? Awww, Laudna's finding his telepathic communication so cute.

Now they have him hogtied and stashed ... off to the Seminary, then.

FCG's still a bit sensitive? That's worrying.

Bizarre game controller comment is most amusing.

Oh, he's in disguise? Or something? What? What is going on? Oh, glamour ... what happened to him, though? I feel like there's a story here. Orym: "Did you get a job?" Ashton: "Kinda."

Oh gods, did Ashton just give Chetney wood?

Okay, who's Violet? Is this a problem? Yes, sounds like it might be. Oh shit, did he just give the game away? Chetney: "You freelanced on the side?!" Cops? Fighting? KIDNAPPING?!!! Oh for fuck's sake, Ashton!

The Baneful Brood? Hmmmm ...

MOBSTERS?!!! Oh shit ... it keeps getting worse ... he kidnapped a KENKU?!!! Unconscious? Tied up? What? Oh gods ... THE FEDS?!!! FCG: "What's a Fed?"

Oh, so he's like a snitch now? And yet because of the glamour he can never actually call in that favour now. XD This whole thing is ludicrous snd hilarious.

PASTRIES!!! Nice! :3 THAT makes everything all right again.

Vitro Isham? Okay then ...

Ashton: "Only my dignity is covered in food."

Their recent adventure: the Cliff's Notes version.

Yiosian calzone.

Whoa, did Matt just have to SHUSH half the group? XD

Ashton: "It's only after a break that you realise how WEIRD this group is."

The Ruby Vanguard are pissing everybody off, apparently ... rumours abound, and even Ashton heard about them in the kitchens. Interesting ...

Liam: "A satyr, a god and a robot walk into a bar."

The professor is IN. A firbolg! Okay! :3 Oh boy, this guy is ALREADY a hoot. Wow, Matt is REALLY getting his teeth RIGHT INTO this accent, isn't he?

That whole messaging conversation was a MESS and I loved it. XD

He knows Imahara Joe! Nice!

"Student Laudna ..."

Yes, disarm him, smart ...

A Harmonious Aeormaton! A Peacekeeper? Cool ... The Care and The Culling ... oh, yes, that sounds nasty ...

Oh boy ... mechanical prostate test! XD

He is HOLDING FCG'S POWER CORE IN HIS HANDS!!! A failsafe? Ooooooh ...

CAN he access his OLD memories? Hmmmm ...

Yes, he IS a person. :3 And YES. He is not his memories, he is what he CHOOSES to be. This Prof Isham is a SMART DUDE!!! And really quite sweet, too, it would seem.

FCG: "How can we register to vote?"

FCG wants him to turn him into an Easy Bake Oven ... XD

Oh sweet fuck this conversation sbout things no human being should mention ... XD Once again they're getting derailed by dirty minds ...

Fearne's badgering pays off ...

The Omen Archive ... a comprehensive database of Ruidusborn ... oh yeah, Roe Estani! Yeah ...

So the Exaltants are becoming more frequent, then? And yes ... Thul again ... she really is starting to turn into a proper bad penny in this mess ...

The Reilora? The dust storm dreams? HOLY FUCK!!! Wait ... whoa ... so these are the people who live in the city on Ruidus! Wow ...

It's starting to sound like there might be some kind of conflict going on UP THERE as well as down here because of all this. That is, frankly, COMPLETELY FUCKING TERRIFYING.

Fancy trapdoor game is SWEET!!!

Ooooooooooooooh ... what is this ... OH SHIT!!! The missing text from Vasselheim!

Oh shit! Older creepy elf dude! That's so bad!

Matt: "And that's where we're gonna take a break!"

"No." Fearne: "No what?" Oooooh shiiiiit!

Wisdom saving throw already? Fuck! 26? Phew ... Nice one, Ashley!

Martinet Ludinus Da'leth. Whoo ... and he means BUSINESS, clearly. And RUDE too!

Holy fuck creepy magic mind control! That is HORRIBLE!!!

Fuck, and he totally recognises Imogen because of her mother ... that is so bad!

Get out of the room. Both of you get out of this room RIGHT NOW.

What's round his neck?

Liam dropping RIGHT DOWN in the chair like he REALLY doesn't wanna be here right now and I DO NOT blame him, this is unbearably tense ... Travis is just chewing on his nails like he's super nervous too ...

Fuck ... has this guy been tracking Imogen through the dreams all this time?

The others are silently signaling them to get out of there now and I am SO TOTALLY WITH THEM right now ...

This is a really clunky plug Sam is trying to pull to cover this latest whisper ...

Da'leth: "I think your mother would like to see you." Oh shit ...

Fearne: "What are you doing with those papers?" Da'leth: "I wouldn't want go spoil the surprise." Okay ... yeah, this guy is TOTALLY giving me HUMONGOUS supervillain vibes ...

Oh yeah, I think Prof Sumal is just GONE now ...

Fearne, do not rob the nice lady.

Ashton's story grows more fascinating, clearly we missed some fun ...

Oh, they're all on the ball now ... this is so bad ...

Yes! Eshteross' cookies! :3

Everybody needs to get back to Imogen snd Fearne NOW.

Eep ... those Crimson arseholes are back ...

Orym trying to Nice Guy husband way around Carolle ... and Ashton has the silver spoon from the kitchen. XD I don't even want to THINK about what Chetney's doing ...

Imogen, what are you doing? Call Ryn? Oh yes ... yes, that's a good idea, she might be able to help ...

Laudna's first concern is IS IMOGEN ALL RIGHT. That is completely perfect.

I love how Ashton can be SO SWEET sometimes, it's just adorable. He tries to be so hard but really he's such a softy.

Imogen messages Ryn ... "Well shit ..." Yeah, we're with you there, luv.

Matt: "What did you roll?" Laura: " I rolled very ... 8."

So Ryn CAN fix her ... that is a relief.

Laudna checks through Pate's eyes ... he's poking the guy, apparently.

Holy fuck the loss of those papers was SPECTACULARLY bad ...

The return of the Flat Earth ... XD

Fey Realm. Totally, Fey Realm. Ashton: "Let's go recruit a fucking grandma."

Pate explodes on the guy's shoulder before reconstituting (very messily) on Laudna's. Oh boy ...

The Harrowcall Fens ... Ligament Manor? Morri keeps getting more and more disquieting by the second.

Chetney reveals how much he's just been taking the piss as a so-called Planewalker. Ryn is unimpressed, but in an amused way. XD

Ryn: "Cuddle up! It's gonna be a ride!" FCG: "Hope I don't kill you all on the way."

And she sends them into the Feywild ...

A magical marshland ... swampy forest ... this is strangely familiar. Oooh, the toads ...

Laudna: "I still have that baggie of weird drugs." Orym: "Not right now."

Fearne says she knows EXACTLY where she is. Roll shit. She has NO IDEA.

Weird as plant tells them where to go ... of course it does ...

Fearne is ... DIFFERENT here. Oh boy ... she us like totally in the Uncanny Valley now here. Oh shit! Fearne's like the Spirit of the Forest in Princess Mononoke right now!

Chetney is completely freaking out right now and I DO NOT blame him.

Morri loves to entertain ... oh boy ...

Who's Doctor Nesbitt? Do I want to know?

Marisha: "Matt's being so creepy!" Matt (exasperated): "I'M LOOKING AT MY WIFE!!!"

Laudns introduces herself to the flowers ... oh boy ... she gets overzealous ... no, they like her ... fucking hell this is so bizarre ... oh shit, they REALLY like her ... oh boy, this is getting REALLY weird now ... oh no, has Laudna offended them now?

Oh gods, NOW what has she done? The trees are angered, it looks like ...

Imogen: "Tell me this us your grandmother, Fearne." Fearne: "It's just the trees."

FCG's SINGING to the trees now ... yeah, I didn't think that would work ...

Natural 1 ... oh boy ... Fearne is NOT getting anywhere here ...

DOES SHE have Speak With Plants? Rolling at disadvantage ... 26? That's at DISADVANTAGE?!!! Wow ...

They can get out if they SING, apparently ...

Oh boy, this is getting embarrassing ... yes, I agree with Matt, this is totally a DIN. They start singing: "Dying In Your Arms Tonight" ... Laura rolls a Nat 20 AND a Nat 1 ... wow ... but Ashley rolls SWEET too and saves the day.

They're free! Phew!

The flowers start screaming and WE start screaming ... oh, that was a GOOD THING? Fucking hell ...

Fearne can smell Morri's lanterns. Okay ...

Toucan Sam ... XD

Secret glade ... massive tree ... draping vines ... empty wooden cages ... decorative wreaths ... yeah, this place is, like, SO FUCKED UP ... kind of beautiful too, though ...

Morri invites them in ... Travis' face is PRICELESS. He is SO creeped out ... knitted dolls, bones, weird potted plants ... he's hating it even more and I love it ... XD

Okay ... Morri is BIG. And WEIRD. Giraffe neck extending out ... freaky ET face, but with sharp teeth ... oh my fucking gods ... it's a nightmare version of when Gertie dresses ET up in drag, isn't it?

Tiki Bar? A TIKI BAR?!!!

Matt: "And THAT'S where we're gonna call it a night!"

Oof ... so, NO Crit Role this week ... but IT IS the premiere of TLOVM season 2 so it's all cool!

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Heartless chapters 13 & 14

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Chapter 13

…it didn’t seem to gel with Vail’s version of her father. I didn’t care if Parker West was the name on her birth certificate; I’d watched her gaze around her family home with happy memories dancing in her eyes.

Considering that “Parker West” was a complete stranger up until like a week ago, yeah. 

To change the quote from Yondu: He may have been your father, girl, but he wasn't your daddy.

“Because only weak alphas would let themselves be collared,” she said with a bitterness that cut me to the core. 

“You know I’m sorry I did that. I shouldn’t have forced you. If I told you why I was so shit scared, maybe we could have worked something else out…”

Why was his first thought “slave collar”? That’s my main question. Like damn right you should have sat her down and expressed yourself. Using words. Not violent and abusive behaviour. 

The cabin ran off a generator, so most of the appliances were pretty basic, but they’d installed an old cast iron wood stove. It had a huge firebox and baking oven, with three ring burners on the top. I’d only managed to heat some soup, but I’d been impressed by all the features I couldn’t use.

That isn’t the flex he seems to think it is. 

“I get it.” She sank into the chair across from me. “You think my mom was a void.”

 I nodded slowly, watching her face close down. I could also tell her heart rate was skyrocketing, the pulse beating frantically in her throat as she held my gaze. Twin pools of green pain stared back at me, her lips trembling as she said, “Maybe she was. Maybe that was part of the reason she hid herself up here.”

Well, a werewolf plus a werewolf does not equal a werecat. 

“He also said he had you tested as a kid. When you were eleven. He left you with the Chances right after the results came back. He took on a new name, got the job at the pack lab and then started his research.” 

The thing that I don’t understand… He put Vail only a few miles away. In the same town. 

If I was trying to hide a child, I’d move to fucking Addis Ababa. 

Because in the end… Driftwood was the one who sold her out. The person who Michaels expected to keep Vail safe. 

“I think your dad knew you were different, because either he, or someone in this picture, was different too.”

Chapter 13 summary: Vail is obviously upset and leaves immediately upon seeing the collar. However, Jasper is certain that there’s something important… and yes, it does have to do with the collar, but it’s more like… Why the collar was there in the first place. He tells Vail as much, and they kind of speculate a little. 

Vail eventually says that she needs to have a lie-down before going back to Driftwood’s cabin. But Jasper lets her sleep too long, and when she wakes up, she complains that there’s white-out conditions outside. 

The blizzard lasts for days, but there’s food there since Driftwood had been staying there. However, Vail spends a lot of that time moping in her room, leaving Jasper to take care of her. 

Finally, she comes out and Jasper tells her about the scientific journals that her first adoptive father, Warren Michaels, had been working on. Stuff to do with the voids. Now, the problem is that Vail and the readers know about the voids, but this is told from Jasper’s POV. He’s stupid and in the dark, and it’s obvious that his words are kind of hurting Vail. 

But he does realise that after Michaels ran a test on Vail when she was 11, that’s when he sent her to the Chances to live and faked his own death. 

He points to a picture in the wedding album. One that kind of stood out to him because it was really werewolf-y, but slightly left of centre. Jasper is starting to realise that there’s something off about the people in the photos. 

Chapter 14

Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, and I didn’t realize I was plastered to Jasper’s chest until he gasped out his own release, holding me so close I could taste sunlight and copper on my lips.

Chapter 14 summary: Vail takes one of the wedding photos to her room, where she examines it and the photo that she’d received earlier. It’s the same photo, but folded up and cropped to remove her adoptive father, Warren Michaels, from the scene. She doesn’t know where Parker West fits into things… Or maybe it’s Warren Michaels who doesn’t fit. She also doesn’t know which side had the cat gene. 

She goes back to Jasper, and they continue to discuss this. He tells her that poly relationships among shifters is fairly common, so he wouldn’t be surprised if both Warren and Parker were in a relationship with her mum. 

They briefly talk about voids, and then Vail tells him everything Theo had told her. She also tells Jasper that she is a werecat, but that she hasn’t been able to control it and make her come out. But then she goes a step further and implies that maybe the reason why Jasper’s wolf “ran off” is because it didn’t want to get attached to a cat. Jasper assures her that it’s not the case at all.

The two of them start to get really hot and heavy. Like clothes start to come off. As Jasper is pleasuring her with his mouth, her cat kind of pops out, but then vanishes when Jasper brings attention to it. 

[formulalfc]

dream destination place

dream job

what motivates you

what’s your passion

what’s your favorite color

what’s your favorite season

places you’ve visited/dream vacation spots

language u wanna learn

if you could move anywhere in the world where would it be

favorite genre of clothing

zodiac sign

hair color

what would you have rather been named other than your actual current birth given name

something you wish to improve on

something you wish to experience or try

favorite dish!!

that’s ALL i could possibly think of as of right now

i've always wanted to go to kyoto in japan (when phoebe bridget's wrote a song about it i literally died)

my dream job is to be a musician but rn i'm focing on becoming a journalist/working in media which i am also really excited to get into

my motivation is honestly my fear of failure, i am absolutely terrified of not making something of myself

my passion is people i guess?? i LOVE seeing people happy, i think it's so sad that we live in a world we're misery is everywhere, seeing people happy makes my heart clench

favourite colour is red

favourite season is autumn

palestine is the most beautiful place i've ever been honestly i remember walking around and there was a guy playing my way by frank sinatra (it was played at my great-grandads funeral and me and him were super close) and that memory brings tears to me eyes

i really want to learn gaelic, i know a few words but i think it's such a beautiful language

i really wanna live in sweden lol, i just feel like it's such a chill country

my fashion sense is very adam sandler core but i love simplistic fashion, like i hate really over the top shit, i think simple fashion is so easy for anyone to pull off

i'm an aquarius

i'm a natural blonde but i died my hair pink like a year ago for ages and it's mostly faded but my hair looks kinda ombré ginger at the bottom

i feel like ophelia is such a pretty name (i'm thinking about calling my kid that if i have one)

i really wanna improve on my like debating ability (sounds weird but stick with me), i get so passionate about things that i get upset when people don't feel the same way. and i don't mean it in like a i refuse to listen to their argument eay but like when they're so obviously wrong and they don't see how like hurtful what they're saying is it really gets me going

i wanna try being a dj, i feel like it's harder than people think but easier than what dj's want you to think

i love my uncles pasta bake (it fucking slaps so hard) or fajitas or duck pancakes.

ANON YOU ARE THE GOAT

[foodlesoodlesdoodles]

adding to the chain <3 thank for mention ‼️‼️‼️ (saw voice) hello tumblr blogger . you have been tagged in a get-to-know chain post. you have 2 hours to pursue the post until you wimp out and forget. Will you share basic information or choose to wade in the shadows? choose wisely.

Favorite color: PURPLE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Purple COMBINED with green, and gold, and . Honestly any purple with a color is fav if you pair it well enough. Violet specifically is my favorite

Last Song: The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall . I love it. LISTEN TO POLICY OF TRUTH BY DEPECHE MODE NOW !!!!!!!! Hotpants core to me

Currently Reading: The Jurassic Park Books by Micheal Criton

Currently Watching: I tend not to watch a lot of new stuff because I’m very anxious and I often rewatch the same stuff but I’ve been thinking about rewatching the Walking With ____ series. They’re my favorite old documentaries about prehistoric life and I’m pretty sure I can find Walking With Monsters on YT

Currently Craving: I want baked potato chips so bad……… sweet tea…… vanilla yogurt …….. yeast rolls…….. baked Mac n cheese…… a good brownie…

Coffee or Tea: Tea 100%. I don’t fuck with coffee that much. It’s just anxiety shit bean and cream mix. Sweet tea specifically which may not count but IDGAF !!!!!!!!! Sweet tea I love you.

tagging . tagging scares me. OH MY GOD I HAVE TO DO THEM BY MEMORY ummmmmn no pressure guys you’re just the first and only ones i remembered HFBNFFBNF

@get-your-fuckin-star-bitch @aroacespeedwagon @bayfuzzball7050

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with

Tagged by @crown-of-winterthorne 🧡 thank you friend!!

Favorite Color: burnt orange is everything to me.. pair that with a deep avocado green and my eyes are very very very happy. special shoutout to mustard yellow and maroon as well.

Last Song: so cold by balu brigada, it's their newest song and i'm a big fan 🕺🏻 highly recommend these guys

Currently Reading: i'm such a fake reader.. i have a stack of books on my nightstand that i keep promising i'll dig into but i end up passing out every night before i get there 😭 i'm like mid-way through a little life by hanya yanagihara (had to stop because it was soul-crushing). i keep red, white & royal blue by casey mcquiston there because it's a comfort read for me, it's just very cute. and the two that i've been meaning to start are jurassic park by michael crichton and tin man by sarah winman. there's also a few fics i've been meaning to catch up on/start reading but tbh i've had a very difficult time reading in general lately so i'm not sure when i'll get to them.

Currently Watching: nothingggg... i rarely watch anything, omg this post makes me sound so BORING... the last thing i watched was challengers (which i really enjoyed) but that was a couple weeks ago, i think. when they finally animate SBR i'll watch that LOL

Currently Craving: diego brando... a vacation... a concert (/j /j /j) UHH IDK, i tried those new goldfish crisps a couple days ago and they were GOOD, i'd love more of those rn. that or these calamari chips my sister had me try the other day, those were delicious too

Coffee or Tea? tea, my stomach can't take coffee LOL. i don't drink tea much at all but good GOD i would die for boba right now

No Pressure Tagging: @phidont @luxario @unintent @reclusiveunicorn @homicidal-lingonberry @jojo-lane @his-body-and-blood @spacejasontodd @verystrongblimp UHH IDK normally i don't tag bc i don't wanna be annoying LOL, living without fear today i guess 💀 anyone else who reads this: consider yourself tagged too

[inacatastrophicmind]

Suptober, day 5: Perfect Disaster

After some maneuvering, Dean managed to open the door. He had gone to town to buy some frames so they could put all the photos they had over the years plus some posters that Dean had bought and some art prints that Cas had found pretty and Dean had told him to buy them, because that was a thing they could do now.

Still, Dean had bought more frames than they needed; but he knew that those frames would soon be filled with new photographs from the many new memories they were going to create. He just needed to buy a decent camera for that, but he would do that soon.

“Cas, sweetheart, I’m home!” Dean announced as loud as he could as he made it inside the hall.

Dean had told him that he was going to buy some frames for their photos and asked him if he wanted to come along, but Cas said he still had some work to do with the garden, so Dean just nodded, kissed him and let him keep working on his lovely garden. He probably was still outside, hence the volume of Dean’s greeting.

However, the light in the kitchen was on, and there was some sort of apple like smell in the house.

“I’m sorry, but I made a mess in the kitchen,” Cas stated frustrated as he made his way towards Dean.

Dean just looked at Cas, covered in flour from head to toe, with bits of dough stuck to parts of his hair and face. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was messier than Dean had ever seen. But damn, he looked adorable.

“Did you pick up a fight with the kitchen?” Dean asked, quirking a brow and not doing anything to hide his smirk.

“I don’t believe it is possible to pick up a fight with a room,” Cas deadpanned, making Dean roll his eyes. “I just…” He sighed, clearly frustrated. “I had some technical difficulties with certain cooking instruments and certain preparation processes. And as a result, I made a terrible mess in the kitchen.”

“I bet it ain’t that bad,” Dean said, chuckling on his way to the kitchen. But he stopped on his feet as soon as he saw how dirty the whole kitchen was. There was flour and sugar everywhere; utensils that had not been cleaned yet and were scattered everywhere; dirty bowls scattered all around; eggshells that had been badly broken; cores of apples in the sink; a badly peeled lemon and tumbled spices on the counter. “Holy fucking shit, Cas, it looks like a hurricane came through the kitchen.”

“I told you that I made a mess,” Cas said in a defeated voice, standing next to Dean. “It wasn’t my intention. I followed the recipe, but I opened the sugar and the flour bags with too much strength, then I didn’t use enough strength when I had to crack the eggs, and then when I used the electric whisk…” He sighed again, embarrassed this time. “Everything went everywhere.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“I didn’t want to throw any food away, so I still carried on, but I’m sure the pie is going to be ruined.”

Dean turned his face to look at Cas. “Wait, what? You’re baking a pie?”

“Attempting to bake one, yes,” Cas answered, meeting Dean’s eyes. He looked shy. “I wanted to thank you for the pots you built me, but I’m afraid that the pie is going to be a complete disaster and it’s going to be—”

But Cas couldn’t finish the sentence because Dean had dropped both bags (as careful as possible because he didn’t want to break the frames), cupped Cas’ face and gave him a breathtaking kiss.

By the time they pulled away, Cas gave Dean a confused frown. “Dean?”

“Thank you for making me a pie,” Dean said with an emotional and happy smile. “Nobody’s ever baked me one.” Then he kissed Cas again, sweetly this time. “So, thank you for just making one for me; it means a lot.”

“Even if it’s a disaster?”

Dean chuckled. “Pie’s always good. I don’t think you can fuck it up. The kitchen, on the other hand…”

Cas rolled his eyes. “I will clean it. I am well aware of how much you hate seeing the kitchen dirty.”

Dean hummed, pleased. “I’ll still help you though.”

Cas huffed. “Of course you will. You need to make sure that I place everything right where you want it.”

“Damn right I do.”

With another roll of his eyes, Cas pulled away and the two of them began cleaning the kitchen while the pie was still in the oven.

Then, at night, when the pie cooled down, Dean cut a slice and tasted it while Cas watched Dean’s facial expressions with both expectant and worried eyes.

“It is a disaster, isn’t it?” Cas asked.

The pie didn’t look great on the outside. There was too much filling on one side than the other. The crust wasn’t even, and the width of the dough was irregular. The pieces of apple were cut in different sizes, giving them different textures. But as for taste, it was really good.

“It’s a perfect disaster,” Dean answered with a smile before offering Cas a bite.

Cas looked disbelieving at first, but after he tasted it, he hummed, surprised by the unexpected result. “I still think your pies are better, though.”

“Well, duh,” Dean said, laughing, and Cas smiled at that. “But still, not bad for your first try. So, thank you, Cas.”

Dean leaned over and kissed Cas, tasting the sweetness of the apple pie on their lips. He couldn’t ask for a better kiss.