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[liesonthefloordramatically]

"this step will take about 8 hours" "this step will take about 12 hours"

4 HOURS. 3 HOURS. TREMBLE BEFORE HIEROPHANT YEAST'S MIGHT.

[heavenlylie]

how you lost the girl

pairing: jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: a rainy night makes you think back to your relationship with jenna, but a unexpected appearance interrupts your thoughts.

warnings: angst<3

word count: 3k

a/n: flashbacks are in italics!! heavily based on "how you get the girl" by taylor mother but ofc i had to make it angst..

The rain was relentless, pounding against the windowpane as if mirroring the turmoil inside your heart. Six months had passed since that fateful day when your relationship with Jenna crumbled like a fragile porcelain doll.

The apartment felt empty, its corners echoing with the memories of laughter, whispers, and stolen kisses that had once filled the space with warmth and love.

You chuckled, shaking your head at Jenna's silly behavior. She had just thrown flour all over you while you were trying to bake a batch of cookies using a recipe from your phone. "You are so weird," you said.

As the flour settled on your face, you couldn't help but laugh. She had always been a bit of a troublemaker, but you couldn't deny that her antics always made you smile.

"Alright, alright," you said, trying to hold back your laughter. "I think that's enough flour for one day."

Jenna giggled and brushed some of the excess flour off of her apron. Oh, come on, where's your sense of adventure?"

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I have plenty of adventure in my life, thank you very much."

Jenna smirked. "Oh really? Do tell." You smiled and leaned in closer to her.

"Well, for starters, there's this." And with that, you closed the distance between you and kissed her deeply.

The flour on your face was forgotten as you lost yourselves in the moment. Jenna's lips were soft against yours, and it felt like you could kiss her forever.

Eventually, you broke apart, both of you breathless and grinning from ear to ear. You brushed some of the flour off of Jenna's cheek, and she laughed, looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

"I guess I'll have to clean this mess up," you said, gesturing to the kitchen, which was now covered in a thin layer of white powder.

Jenna smiled mischievously. "Oh let's just leave it for now," she said, stepping closer to me again and placing her hand on your waist.

"Why don't we go do something else instead?" She suggested, looking up at you seductively through her lashes.

You chuckled softly and pulled her closer until your bodies were pressed together. "That sounds like an excellent idea," You agreed. And then you were off into the night, leaving the kitchen far behind you in a flurry of kisses and laughter.

You stood by the window, gazing out at the rain-soaked streets, your thoughts consumed by memories of her. You had tried so hard to move on and rebuild your life without Jenna, but the pain of her absence lingered like a ghost haunting your every step.

The rain made you wonder how everything had gone so wrong. Jenna was the love of your life, or so you thought. But things had spiraled out of control, and now here you were, alone and heartbroken.

"Maybe we could watch a movie tonight," Jenna suggested, her eyes on the road as she drove home after a long day of traveling.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at her. "Do you seriously have energy to watch a movie after a whole day of work plus flying home from New York?"

Jenna shrugged, a playful grin spreading across her face. "I'll have plenty of energy if the movie is interesting enough."

You chuckled again, admiring Jenna's mischievous spirit. Even after a long day, she was always up for a little excitement. As you pulled up to your house, you couldn't help but feel grateful for having her by your side.

Once inside, Jenna immediately made her way to the couch, scrolling through Netflix with a determined look on her face. You grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge and settled in beside her, laying your head on her shoulders.

"What do you feel like watching?" you asked, taking a sip of your drink.

"Hmm, how about something with a little action and a lot of sex?" Jenna winked, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

You laughed, shaking your head in amusement. "You never change, do you?"

Jenna leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "Why should I?" She said with a wide grin.

You turned away from the window, your heart heavy with a mixture of anger and longing. How can someone just disappear from your life without a proper explanation?

The hurt ran deep, leaving scars that no amount of time seemed capable of healing. As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door. Your heart raced in your chest as you cautiously approached the entrance. Who would be at your door at 2 a.m. on a Tuesday?

A sudden knock at the door jolted you out of your thoughts. You hesitated for a moment before making your way to the door. You opened it to find Jenna standing in front of you, drenched to the bone by the rain, her eyes meeting yours for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

Your heart skipped a beat as you gazed into her eyes, trying to gauge her emotions. She looked up at you, and for a moment, neither of you said a word, the silence between you heavy with the weight of unresolved emotions.

"Are you insane?" Your voice wavered and your eyebrows furrowed, a mix of anger and vulnerability evident in your tone. "Showing up here like this after all this time?"

Jenna swallowed hard, her own emotions starting to overwhelm her. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have left the way I did. I miss you."

You felt a wave of emotions wash over you―anger, hurt, and a deep, gnawing desire for her. You wanted her to explain why she had left and make things right. But at the same time, you couldn't ignore the intense longing you had for her, the way your heart leapt at the sight of her.

You wanted to pull her into your arms, to feel her warmth and sweet smell again, but you held yourself back. You needed to know the truth before even considering letting her in again.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice was cold and distant. As much as you wanted her, she didn’t deserve to see you cry. "You just disappeared without a word."

Jenna took a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears. "I was scared," she said, her voice shaking. "I didn't know how to deal with everything that was happening between us. I needed time to figure things out."

You felt a pang of sadness and hurt at her admission. How could she have just left without telling you? "You could have talked to me, Jenna," you said, a hint of anger creeping into your voice. "We could have worked through things together."

"I know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I regret it every day. But I'm here now, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

You shook your head, looking at her with an evident hurt in your face. "And it took you six months to come back? I mean, you left without giving me an explanation or looking back. Can you even begin to understand how much that hurt?" You said with tears in your eyes, holding them back for as long as you could.

Your gaze hardened, but her eyes held a glimmer of something that resembled hope. "A long six months, and you were too afraid to tell me what you wanted. Is that it?"

Jenna looked down, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her wet shirt. "I was afraid," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Afraid of losing you, of losing everything we had built together."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "And you think just showing up here in the middle of the night is going to make everything better?" You asked, your tone laced with a hint of bitterness.

Jenna looked up at you, her eyes filled with tears. "No," she said. "I know it won't. But I had to try. I had to see you, to tell you how much I love you, and to ask for your forgiveness."

You felt a knot form in your stomach at her words. Despite everything that had happened, you still loved her, and the thought of being without her had been unbearable. But at the same time, you couldn't just forget all the pain she had caused and let her back in your life.

The rain continued to pour outside, the drops tapping against the windowpane like a somber melody. You stood there, facing Jenna, contemplating your next move. It was tough to ignore the pain she had caused you, but at the same time, the love you had for her wasn’t going anywhere, and you knew that.

You decide to speak up, knowing staring at her for too long would only hurt even more. "And what do you want, Jenna? You left because you were scared, now what?"

Jenna looked up at you with hopeful eyes, willing you to understand. "I want us to be together again. I want to make it work, to do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

You sighed, feeling torn between your desire to have her back in your life and the hurt she had caused you. "It's not that simple, Jenna," you said, your voice softening a bit. "You can't just waltz back into my life and expect everything to be okay. You hurt me beyond what I could ever even imagined. You are a coward, you should’ve fought for us, for me!" You said in a louder tone, letting your emotions take over, and the tears you were fighting back streamed down your face.

Jenna's eyes filled with tears as she listened to you, her own emotions starting to bubble up to the surface. "I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was a coward. I should have fought for us, for you. But I was scared, and I didn't know what to do, can't you understand that?"

"No! Because I don't want to be your dirty little secret, I deserve more than that! I deserve a girlfriend who’ll take me to her family’s Christmas dinner, a girlfriend who’s not afraid of what other people in the media will say about her relationship!" You said now crying almost uncontrollably. You wanted to hate her, you deserve better. But she was Jenna—your Jenna.

Jenna shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a mixture of shame and love in her eyes. "I know, I'm sorry," she said. "I want to make it up to you, to be the girlfriend you deserve. Please forgive me."

You sighed. You wanted so much to believe her, but a part of you still felt that she was just trying to make things better for herself. "I don't know," you said, shaking your head.

"I'll do anything you want, I just want to win you back!" Jenna pleaded, tears and drops of rain streaming down her face.

You looked at her, knowing deep down she meant every word, but you still felt the hurt. It was an impossible situation, and you didn't know what to say.

Everything seemed to fall silent for an endless moment once again, and the weight of the situation settled in. The silence was almost deafening, and you felt tears starting to form in your eyes again at the thought of never seeing her again.

You took a deep breath, trying to control your emotions. You knew that Jenna had hurt you deeply, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the love you still had for her. "I need time, Jenna," you said, your voice softening. "Time to think about everything that's happened, and time to decide if I can forgive you."

Jenna's eyes filled with tears once again, but this time they were tears of hope rather than desperation. "I understand," she said, her voice shaking. "I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I deserve your forgiveness."

You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope yourself. Maybe things could work out between you and Jenna, but it wouldn't be easy. "And I need space, Jenna," you said softly. "I need time to process everything and figure out what I want."

Jenna nodded, her eyes still filled with tears. "It's okay, I get it," she said again. "I'll give you all the space you need. But please don't shut me out completely."

You gave her a small smile, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of not seeing her again. "I won't shut you out completely, Jenna," you said. "But I need to take things one day at a time."

Jenna nodded again, wiping away her tears.

You watched as she turned to leave, her footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor. As she reached the door, she turned back to look at you with a sad smile on her face. "I love you," she said softly, before slipping out into the rain and disappearing into the night.

You stood there for a moment, staring after her, unsure of what to do next. The rain continued to pour outside, the drops tapping against the windowpane like a lullaby.

You took a deep breath and let the gravity of the moment wash over you. Jenna had hurt you deeply, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the love you still had for her.

You knew that you needed to take things one day at a time and figure out what you really wanted. Only time will tell if you were willing to take the risk and try to make things work with Jenna again.

[red-riding-wood]

I’m so sorry about what happened to you and so many others. Disgusting misogynistic behavior. You all deserve so much better ):.

Also sending this bc I do believe he has made two new accounts. Drcranessweetestdoe and monsterfromthewoods. I have no proof these are him ,but it just strikes an absurd resemblance to his writing and he seemed to interact with both of them a few weeks ago. The first one hasn’t blogged in weeks either. Just seems strange. Once again though, I could be wrong. Just something for everyone to stay weary about. Stay safe ❤️

Thank you for the well wishes, anon! I really do appreciate you reaching out. <3

From my conversations with @drcranessweetestdoe, she does not behave like Kill (nor does her writing style compare to his), and I am pretty positive he is incapable (or at least very bad) at taking on different personalities since I believe I witnessed his attempt with the second account you mentioned. Aurora is very sweet, and she used to be a fan of Kill's writing and mine. I don't want people to be suspecting her of foul play because I do believe she is genuine. Kill has a pattern of reblogging fics as a way of seeing what victims he can latch onto and I see that as a coincidence with his reblog of Monster's.

As for @monsterfromthewoods... I was hesitant to make a callout, mainly because no one has actual solid proof that he is Kill. But, there is too much evidence for me to ignore, and I wanted to give my honest opinion and observations. Monster, if you are not this person, feel free to reach out and vouch for yourself, and if I am wrong, I am deeply sorry.

Fuck that. As I was typing this message up, I decided to check my DMs and noticed that my friend had said that he gave her the same name that, as of this morning, was revealed to me as his actual name along with his real picture and Facebook profile. That really sealed the deal for me. Here is the rest of my evidence to prove that this is "Kill":

Monster followed my friend around the same time that she blocked Kill.

Monster followed me the same day that I sent Kill a confrontational message, calling him out for his lies and pleading with him one last time for medical treatment and answers.

From the posts on Monster's account, and the one comment I know he made on my friend's post, his personality exactly fits Kill's. This is why I said I do not think he is capable or likely to be able to craft a believable persona.

Monster made a post about suicide, and a pro-Palestine post, the former of which Kill discussed with me a lot and the latter my friend pointed out as suspicious since Kill was also very strongly pro-Palestine. Seeing as Monster doesn't have that many posts yet on his blog, this isn't irrefutable evidence but it is very coincidental.

Lastly, I actually did my best to analyse and compare Kill and Monster's writing, since I had recalled a few things that stuck out to me when I read Kill's writing. Him and Monster share many similarities with their writing habits/consistencies. They are as follows (the examples listed are from 18+ content so please do not view if you are a minor):

Use periods and exclamation marks -- but never commas -- as punctuation to end dialogue tags.

Starter dialogue tag always facing outward. Like: ”So... Tight”

Tend to each use a snapshot style of writing, favouring incomplete sentences with frequent use of periods. Examples: K: "His mind, usually so sharp. Focused and organized like the most expensive machines. A killing machine, that worked in perpetual motion, living off killing, adrenaline used like a drug." M: "Your dear, understanding doctor. Doctor Jonathan Crane, who laughed out loud suddenly a couple moments ago. The dark colour covering his exotic looking eyes as he revealed his real nature to you."

Similarly, they both tend to avoid using possessive pronouns and determiners. Examples: K: "_ Pale, little pussy peaked from between her thighs." M: "The scars covering _ man's pale skin," _ = absence of "her, that, the," etc.

Often use adverbs after verbs in a way that feels out of place.

Capitalise after ellipses, always.

"Y/n" always has a lowercase "n".

Sometimes use three ellipses, often use only two.

Use "pants" but never "trousers".

Yeah, so, I may have spent way too much time on this. And I think most of this is redundant, now, especially after the name revelation, but still, I put work into it and didn't want it to go to complete waste lmao. I also had no idea until I was tagged today that apparently there are programs that do this sort of thing for you. Oops.

[angelofchaos001]

Stranded in the Rain - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 - Survivor

The last thing Hatchling expected to see when they awoke was another creature. And yet, that was exactly what lay before them, breathing deeply, if a bit shakily. It was a little smaller than they were, with an off-white color to their whole body and a general thickness about it. Moissan could clearly make out a tail curled around them, but the creature wasn't at ease.

For starters, it was soaked. There was a puddle of water around it, and there was still more dripping off of it's extremities. Secondly, hatchling could see stones, grass, and other miscellaneous objects tangled with it. Lastly, and most concerning, there were huge gashes ripped across it's tail that still oozed fresh blood, mixing with the water and staining it red.

Hatchling didn't know what to do. The doors to the room were still closed, and this creature was just . . . here. Bleeding in front of them, perhaps asleep, and perhaps not. If it felt threatened and attacked them, things could get ugly. Fast. How had it gotten in here with them? When? More questions Hatchling didn't have the answers to.

It felt odd, being in such a small space with an unidentified species nearby. Curiosity begged Hatchling to write everything they noticed about it down, right now, but self-preservation told them better. They had wounds of their own that needed addressing, after all. Moissan looked at themselves. Why didn't they feel any pain? Realistically, they should have felt something, even if it was uncomfortable. They'd hit the ground hard enough to crack their helmet, which was more than enough force required to likely crack their bones as well. Plus, their left hand didn't seem to be working quite right.

One thing at a time, Moissan, Hatchling told themselves as they took a deep breath. They rolled up their sleeves to get a look at their arms, and sucked in a gasp when they saw their hand. They'd seen a lot of things that weren't normal lately. But they were still pretty sure that it wasn't a good sign for their thumb when they could hardly move it. Hatchling could feel how wrong it was, how there was definitely a bone that didn't line up right. And at the slightest touch, pain shot through their body, catching up to them no matter how far away it seemed.

Moissan gasped and fell to their knees. How much else were they missing? Now that their body seemed to register pain again, everything was aching and sore from being slammed around so much yesterday. Aside from their hand, the other major spots of pain were along their cheek and in their leg. Carefully reaching up, their fingers traced a thin wound just under their eyes. As gentle as the touch was, it still made Hatchling flinch. Their leg was less serious, without any kind of visible wound. Rather, there was a large bruise across their shin that gave a dull throb of pain with their heartbeat.

Any kind of medical supplies they had were limited. They hardly had the things to treat a broken bone, anyway. It was all things for cuts and scrapes, like the one on their face. In their bag, they had things like disinfectant, bandages, gauzes and all sorts of strange herbs that Quartz (the village healer) had been insisting the travelers take with them. Let's see here . . . they thought, digging through supplies. All they needed was something to patch up their cheek and stabilize their finger. Luckily, they did have small coverings that they could bandage their cut with, and enough rolls of tissue to hold their finger in place if they had some kind of straight stick to tie it to.

Sadly, as they kept looking, nothing suitable crossed their eyes for such a purpose. Everything was either too big or not straight enough to help set a finger. Moissan sighed and sat back, leaning on the wall, before jumping up with a gasp as something stabbed their back. Reaching around, they pulled a small stick from the fabric of their suit. It was small, and almost straight, too.

It'll do, I guess, they thought, looking at it, then at their broken thumb. Carefully, they took the stick and some bandages, and began to wrap the two together tightly. It just needed to hold itself together, and then they would need to be gentle with their hand so they didn't agitate the wound. It sounded like a simple enough plan. Granted, exploring space had also sounded simple enough.

Look how that turned out.

As they worked on wrapping their thumb, and eventually got the bandage tied in a way they were content with, Hatchling couldn't help but glance at the creature next to them. Most of the water had already dripped off and pooled around it now, rippling slowly with every staggered breath it took. Blood still tricked through the dirty white fur, the ugly wounds that ran the entire length of it's tail making them hurt for the poor creature.

Hatchling knew they had limited medical supplies. They should save what they had for themselves. They didn't know what they were dealing with. What they would be messing with if they did what they were thinking.

But seeing something so helpless and in pain made Moissan feel for it. It felt like they couldn't just leave them alone - not when they were this close and had the supplies to make the small creature (hopefully) feel better. With a deep breath, they reached into their bag again and pulled out what they thought they might need. If Quartz labeled these correctly, then I just need these leaves, the bandages, and these seeds. They took a moment to study the plants they grabbed, laid the supplies they'd grabbed neatly in front of them, and scooted over to the curled-up creature.

Now closer to it, Hatchling realized that it wasn't really much smaller than they were. It was mostly tail, with the thick appendage seemingly more than half their body. A pair of ears were flattened against a rounded head, trembling ever so slight and twitching randomly. They couldn't see any arms or legs, but at the very least, the creature was alive. Where do I start with it? they thought, looking back at their supplies, then at the creature.

Eventually, after browsing between options, Hatchling took some of the leaves they'd grabbed and carefully laid them across the most severe gash. Angler's Bush was good for helping to clot blood, for a lot of scientific reasons that they did not pay nearly enough attention to in class. All that mattered was that it could help the creature in it's time of need. As Hatchling lightly pressed the leaves into the open wounds, the creature gave a violent twitch and a small whine.

They flinched, leaning back, bracing themselves for it to wake up and run away or try to hurt them. As moments passed and it seemed to settle back down, though, Moissan breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it had never woken up. Carefully, they went back to covering the other tears in leaves, brushing their gloved hands across the creature as they did. Small, coarse fur met them, and as Hatchling pulled their hand away, it had a strange kind of film at the edges.

Hatchling paused, staring. It wasn't sticky, but rather already seemed to be flowing down their hand and stopping after it had traveled about the length of the finger. Was the creature both slimy and furry? Both textures were foreign to them. The Nomai had been depicted as having fur, but that didn't mean they'd ever touched or seen it for themselves. And the fish they sometimes ate had a protective slime to them, but nothing like this. In any case, why would it have both features?

The last of the gashes were covered just as Moissan used the last leaf from the plant. That took much more than I thought, they realized. They only had three plants' worth of leaves on them, along with the powder of . . . stuff that could be mixed into water for a beneficial drink. All they remembered was in it was the roots of the plant, a few of the Redbulb seeds, and cinnamon.

Being distracted in their thoughts, they turned back to the creature and grabbed their bandages. All they needed to do was wrap them neatly, and everything would be okay.

A sudden idea struck Hatchling, and they dropped the roll, grabbing their bag again. They'd almost forgotten. Such large wounds, being left open for presumably quite some time, would surely harbor infection if they wrapped it now. Come on, please say Quartz packed some Rippleleaf in here . . . the plant was known for being vital in warding off such infections. Without it, there were dozens of stories about horrible injuries that came from the disease-ridden wound. Sometimes, it would have to be removed entirely.

Finally, their fingers closed around the leaves they needed, and Hatchling took up the bandages again. This time, though, they carefully laid some bits of the new leaf right beneath the area they were about to wrap. There was no flinching from the creature as they carefully worked, wrapping around the tail and laying leaves as they went. Every now and then, they'd stop and tie off the bandage where they were or reach for another leaf.

Halfway through, Moissan looked at the head of the creature again. It's closed eyes were trembling, shifting uneasily. They could only see two closed slits, but surely it had more somewhere on that face . . .

The roll slipped from their hands and made a soft sound as it hit the mossy ground. Hatchling gasped and picked it up again, gingerly. Gotta focus more. No distractions. Just finish this, and then I can make all the observations I want about this thing.

Loop after loop, they kept winding it around and around the wounds. They were almost to the end now, and with a quick tear into the roll and a tie, the large gashes were now hidden below a layer of leaves and fabric. Hatchling moved back a little, looking at their work. It wasn't perfect, by any means, and in some places the bandages were already wet or bloody. "I hope that helps it sleep easier," they murmured, packing up their supplies again.

The small tunnel they'd left through last time still wasn't open. The only sound in the room was of softly dripping water, and their breathing combining with the unknown creature beside them. With the time they had, Hatchling figured more notes were finally in order. Skipping past the Starbug page, they looked down at the blank paper, and then at the curled-up body.

"About the same size as I am. Furry and slimy, I think. Seems to sleep heavily. Proportionally, it's mostly tail, with a small head and ears. I still can't see if it has any other limbs." They paused to look for any other obvious things to write down. "Ah, I know. Treatment of wounds seemed effective. It sleeps much easier now."

But with the notes all written out, as much as they could, there was still the task of drawing the specimen. Hatchling leaned on the wall and got comfortable, picking up their pencil and slowly sketching line after line. Each curve was checked on the actual creature, trying to nail the unique body shape it had. As they started on that large tail, they hesitated. Should they add the bandages? Try to draw it with the gashes from memory? Draw it blank?

They settled for drawing it as it was now: Healed up.

Moissan let themselves become lost in the drawing, trying to perfect every little line, each individual leaf and blotch of mud tangled in the creature's fur, so of course they hardly noticed when it shuffled around.

When it got up.

And looked at them.

They only noticed when suddenly, the creature had walked over to Hatchling and placed a paw on their leg, prompting them to look over. Oh my stars. It's touching me. What do I do? Is it telling me something? Is this a gesture of friendship? What's it doing? Questions blazed through their mind, and they just . . . stared back at it. Into those wide, endless black eyes that seemed so blank to them.

"Wa?" it asked, making a small sound. It was some mix of a chirp and a meow, but it wasn't identifiable by any means. Hatchling blinked.

"Um . . . hi?" they asked, waving their hand slightly. Could it understand them? Maybe. Hopefully.

But the creature shuffled around and blinked back at Hatchling. "Hrrrrrrrp. Wawa?"

They sighed. "I'm sorry, little guy, I . . . can't understand anything you're saying."

It didn't seem to like like, narrowing it's eyes and snorting. "HRRRP." Whatever it was trying to say, it was being awfully firm about it. "Hrrrrple mrrrr."

"Can you understand me at all?"

Those wide black eyes blinked back, full of not understanding a word Hatchling said. They felt crushed, even though they really should have expected this. Of course it wouldn't be able to understand them. That was too much to hope for, anyway. Still. Body language could be almost universal, if Moissan tried hard enough. Slowly, they reached out towards the creature's tail and pointed at it. "Hey. This was me. I helped you. Okay?"

It hissed and pulled it's tail away just as Hatchling showed the roll of bandages it had used. The creature paused, looking between the roll, hatchling, and it's own tail before nodding slowly, hostility seeming to fade. They allowed themselves to smile at the small creature, which purred and pointed to itself eagerly. Then, it seemed to wave it's arms about aimlessly, flailing it's small paws everywhere. Moissan stifled a giggle, before snickering at it's antics.

"Heh . . . I'm sorry," they offered, reaching out their hand to pat the creature. It accepted, leaning into their hand eagerly. "I need a name for you. Something that really fits. Got any ideas, little guy?"

It simply stared back, leaning into the soft chin scratches Hatchling found themselves giving. It felt strangely nice, to be here. Petting this unknown creature and bringing it a moment of peace in whatever life it was living. What could I call it? There's gotta be something . . .

An urge inside of Hatchling tugged at their mind. This creature was so much more than a new specimen to study. They couldn't explain why, or how, but it felt too important to be given a basic name and left at just that. This particular individual needed a name just for them. But what was the perfect name to give them?

The creature suddenly forced it's way into Hatchling's lap with it's fur that was still both cold and wet, dampening their notebook. "Hey!" They cried, a little playfully, continuing to stroke the fur of the being, "C'mon, at least give me some warning before you do that! Clingy little fellow."

I could name it like it's a true friend of mine, maybe. Like it was another Hearthian. The idea of naming it like that made Moissan feel warm inside. Like they could carry a piece of home with them no matter what. But what would be a good, fitting name?

"Guess I can just start listing some aloud and seeing what you think, little guy," they murmured, continuing to pet it. The creature gave a contented purring noise, curling up almost entirely in Hatchling's lap so that they could no longer see the arms and legs they'd noticed earlier. Their entire tail still stuck out, not at all in their lap, but that was fine. This was pleasant.

Right. Naming.

"What about Dolo?" they asked, thinking. Even if the creature didn't know what they were saying, perhaps it found comfort in a particular noise Hatchling's voice made. The same way they were quickly growing fond of the loud humming noise it made. But it made no reaction at all.

Onto the next idea.

"Marble, maybe?"

The creature scrunched up and shook it's ears out. Definitely not that one, then.

"Hm . . . Hecato? I could call you Cat for short, hehe!" Hatchling smiled, but the creature didn't move at all. "Alright, bad joke, I guess. Last one."

They thought long and hard about it. A name was an important thing. It would be how Hatchling would remember this small, friendly creature who they'd helped out in this situation.

"How about Pearl?"

At the mention, the creature's ears perked and it chirped quietly. "I guess that means you like that one?"

"Rrrlp! Rrrrlp!"

It lifted it's head and gave a small, sharp-toothed smile. Hatchling grinned at them and pulled their hand away. "Pearl it is, then. I hope you and I will get along. Maybe you can show me what to do in this place."

Is this creature my fate? Did the universe entwine our stories together? Or is this all chance, a path of my own making?

No matter what, they swore they would never let anything happen to this creature. As the room began to shake and the metal was being pulled aside from the tunnel, Moissan let themselves breathe. Today is a new day. And I'll be ready for it.

"Come on, Pearl," they breathed, taking the small creature's paw as they slid through the tunnel and back into the rain-soaked world.

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Bonus art for this chapter!

Made it partially digital bc I didn't wanna fully digitize it but some of the lines were too faint and/or too messy for the camera.

@mellow-mooon

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[slapjacq]

there’s about to be a slew of thoughts coming from me for this very last episode probably over the next few days, but I’m gonna put them out as such.

For starters:

The funniest part about the ending of this episode was the fact that Louis’ response to everyone talking the most insane amount of shit was truly, in the most American response possible: aight bet pull up then pussy you won’t

A true man after my own heart

Like talk your shit Louis good for you man. I can’t lie wasn’t the smartest thing to do but at least he’s standing on business and I gotta respect that

Generally watching him just plow through the coven and let loose was actually incredible. Like yes girl you didn’t need to leave Paris, you needed to wrong all the mfs that wronged you. Sometimes you just need to open up a can of whoopass and by god did he do that. Santiago’s death was deeply satisfying. I’m happy my blue eyed pretty boy got to use the talents his mama gave him to really read a bitch to filth.

Watching him get back to his roots and rock that post divorce glow was everything, and as someone who has moved from a city to a much different place, the feeling of your city’s air is something that resonated with me so much. I saw someone’s post say something about that already, but I digress. His redecorating of his apartment in Dubai, his “bitch try my me I’m a new man” feel is truly incredible look on him, always and forever routing for Louis DPDL

On top of that Jacob’s work with Sam in the reunion scene is EVERYTHING

Speaking of Sam Reid:

“Siri pause” took me out. I think I was laughing on the floor for twenty minutes. 10/10 comedy gold. I adore Lestat in the modern world and can’t wait to see more of it.The scene in the shack moved me to tears. Lestat better be haunted by Claudia. It would almost be out of character for him not to be. Sam does such an incredible job really giving us Lestat’s guilt. The longing between them, the whole idea of actually seeing Lestat for the first time ever was genuinely wonderful.

Also his scenes in flashback to Paris post trial were also, and I mean dripping with Lestatian emotion.

A part that stuck out to me though, as satisfying as it was, even though I love my doe eyed gremlin, it almost sounded like Armand was regressing back into that scared little kid who was terrified of loosing everyone again, WHICH MIGHT BE A REASKN WHY he turned Daniel, but I’ll hop on my soapbox later about that. Anyways I’m not saying I feel total empathy for the fucker, but it was a little bit sad to hear what I would imagine how some of the conversations/negotiations went with Marius. Genuinely kind of sad but BABY GIRL YOU NEEDED THAT ASS WHOOPING. Like this is all of his fault and by god even though I’m loving every minute of watching his ass get handed to him, I do feel bad for him to an extent. New season wish for Armand: get a therapist, try being single for a decade or two. Like I can’t actually believe that this idiot deluded himself into thinking that the rebound/revenge relationship was gonna be eternal. Like bitch be for real. Idk. Hope my little puppy eyed freak gets his shit together.

DANIEL. MY MAN, MY DUDE. His questions, pulling Louis from the slowly whirring current of Armand’s manipulation was so fucking masterful and cheeky, like they really showed us first hand the reason as to why the man’s got two Pulitzer. And then his turning???? Like he really showed that twink how fucking fascinating he was within a month, ruined an 80 year marriage, and most likely fucked and was turned by the same dude he was out for blood for. No one is doing it like Daniel Molloy. I’m putting money down now that he looked through the paramours file off screen, and knew the advantage was his. I don’t think we’re gonna get a lot of information on that until season 3, but I’m putting it down now. Also shoutout Daniel, the new vampire, live your best life big dawg, do the crazy shit you’ve always wanted to do. The man almost had a post coital glow with the amount of swagger he carried compared to when he was a jaded human. Just generally, Eric fucking crushed it this season. This man is gonna have so much fun next season. Like idk what god or entity I have to bargain with to ensure Eric Bogosian actually lives forever because his characterization of Daniel is actually so spectacular.

This goes for everyone too by the way: EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE, knocked it out of the fucking park this season. Genuinely spectacular. I am going to continue to dickride this show so fucking hard in the coming future because all of this effort and all this show-stopping work should not only be seen by just a decently sized community of little freaks but by everyone because every single person on the cast and crew deserve nothing but love and recognition for what they have done with the franchise so far.

Also shout out Sam, we love to see a bad bitch escape with his life.

Can’t wait to see what bullshit he’s got going in 2026

[antenoras]

where : town hall when : the storm open starter ( 3 / 3 )

⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ ▶ ❛ . . . not this shit again — ❜ exhasperation at the unsatisfaction at his failing phone comes as a symptom to exhaustion , it ' s evident : in the red in his eyes , and the darknes beneath them . it ' s in his voice , and the way his usually perfect hair looks slept in . which is funny , since he has not slept a blink since his arrival . he has seen . . . enough to not risk going against their orders . he felt it . heavy in his stomach upon arrival : something here is deeply wrong . yet , something in him refuses to fully accept this as his new truth . call it skepticism . call it optimism . ❛ . . . how about we cut to the part where someone comes out and says ' you ' ve been punk ' d ' . . . and then we can all move on with our lives . ❜

[defiantdreemurrs]

kismesissitude is actually good

i just saw a garbage take about how having a kismesis is apparently "incredibly unhealthy" and never before have i so quickly into someones garbage little essay realized that they have absolutely no idea what theyre talking about. as someone in a genuine kismesissitude i figure i should set the record straight. lets dive into why kismesissitudes are actually pretty healthy and good to have.

for starters, what even *is* a kismesissitude? the very first comparison were given to human relationships is "an especially potent arch-rivalry" (p. 2395). in fact this is basically the *only* explanation of it were actually given aside from an example of a kismesissitude in the form of jack noir and the black queen in their various incarnations across timelines and universes. over time it would be compared to "hate-dating" with caliginous sex often being referred to as just "hate-fucking", but arguably the fanbase has focused primarily on the "hate" aspect.

thats a valid thing to attach to as its the simplest way to explain it to humans. the red quadrants are like love and the black quadrants are like hate. the problem is, the simplest explanation isnt always the most accurate. this is especially so when the very first explanation of it within the text explicitly states that its more akin to an arch-rivalry, without any real mention of just plain hatred, unless you count the initial acknowledgement on page 2393 explaining the quadrant system as a whole expressing that blackrom is "rooted in the strongly negative [feelings]".

so then, if the spades quadrant *isnt* about just hate-fucking and hate-dating, what is it about?

i dont think i need to say it a third time, but i probably should: its a rivalry. your kismesis is not your enemy. they are your rival. they are not just someone you direct all of your negative feelings and emotions towards. they are someone you might *hate* but someone you also *respect* (p. 7490).

this is why gamzee <3< terezi is expressly described as an unhealthy example of blackrom. gamzee doesnt respect terezi. his actions in their relationship are not an example of a healthy kismesissitude but rather a deeply abusive one. in contrast though, vriska <3< tavros is also *not* a good case study of why kismesissitude as a concept is unhealthy but rather just yet another example of an unhealthy spades relationship, though one less due to a lack of respect and more due to karkats likely accurate diagnosis of tavros as being unable to actually summon enough hate for a kismesissitude to even work.

so let me properly explain what a kismesis is. a kismesis is a romantic partner who you in some capacity harbor negative feelings towards who you see as a rival. and what does a rival do? a rival challenges you. a caliginous relationship doesnt have to be particularly hateful even, just focused on challenging each other thru your negative feelings of each other. having a kismesis is about committing to mutual improvement, both of yourselves and each other, by continually providing a challenge for the other to overcome.

this is even supported by the text. look at karkats explanation to june about how having a kismesis who *didnt* "possess any qualities you [admire] on some level" is both boring and wouldnt work. the "essence of black romance" is in how you would honestly really like and get along with your kismesis if it werent for all their "infuriating flaws, and the incredible sense of frustration that causes" (p. 7490).

implying that blackrom is inherently unhealthy and pointing to the literal actual examples of *bad* spades relationships as your evidence is as flawed as pointing to an abusive human relationship and therefore deciding that all human romance is inherently unhealthy and abusive. it betrays a fundamental misunderstanding of what youre even talking about. its factually incorrect on a level beyond just being wrong about something. hell its honestly kind of insulting.

kismesissitude is beautiful and healthy as long as you understand what youre getting into and dont rush headfirst into something you genuinely dont even get. its not enough to just hate someone. its not even *about* hating someone. its about *why* you hate them. *why* you feel so strongly negative about them. its about *daring* each other to rise above your faults and learn from them so you can be a stronger, better, healthier person (or non-person if you are not in fact a person).

[auroradamned]

All his Love | Quackity x fem!Reader

SFW

Summary: you’ve had a ridiculous and tiring day; you feel you could sob. Luckily your boyfriend, Quackity, is there to solve all your problems.

Warnings: fluff, one teensy swear, established relationship, use of Quackitys real name, reader described as woman although no pronouns are mentioned, nicknames (baby, bub), so sweet it’ll give you a toothache, mentions of reader feeling anxious, although nothing in depth, kissing :3 lemme know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1.3k

A plastic carrier bag hung loosely in your hand as you slowly ascended the staircase towards your boyfriend's apartment, yawning noisily in the process. Your body ached and your mind felt slow, blurry and out of sorts. 

It had been a long day, where everything seemed to go wrong.

 For starters, you had slept through your alarm, not only making you incredibly late for work, but meaning you forgot to grab your pre-packed lunch from the fridge on your way out, arriving at work, your boss was suitably mad at you for being late, and threatened to fire you if it happened again. After having a short cry in the bathroom, you made your way towards your desk, not before tripping, rolling on your ankle, making you clamp down hard on your lip, so as not to make a fuss, sitting on the uncomfortable seat, breathing deeply through your nose. Continuing down this route of insanity and seeming lack of ability on how to be an adult, you spilled freshly made, scalding coffee all down your brand-new white blouse you had decided to treat yourself with. You knew getting this normally pricey blouse at 50% off was too good to be true, it was silk, and difficult to clean. Head held high, not looking at any of your colleagues, you set yourself on a mission to find something dry to wear, pushing away the embarrassment you felt. All in all, it had been a truly horrific day.

So now here you stood, starving, humiliated, donning an oversized green t-shirt with the words ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish’ in emboldened, white letters, the only thing you could find in the lost and found that you felt could cover you up sufficiently, blouse bundled up in the bag, searching through your messy handbag for the keys to the cosy apartment you knew waited for you behind the door, the man you loved waiting right alongside it.

‘Aha!’ you exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly, brandishing the set of shining keys in front of your face, eyeing them greedily as though they were the greatest things in the world, which to be fair, right now, that's exactly what they were.

Unlocking the door, you are greeted with warmth, the heavenly smell of something cooking, and the sound of Alex humming to himself in the kitchen.

Setting down your things, and removing your shoes, you padded through to the kitchen, standing at the entrance, socked feet not alerting your boyfriend of your presence, as he continued to hum as he stirred something in a large pot enthusiastically, bobbing along to the tune in his head.

Crossing the threshold, you made your way over to him quietly, before resting your chin on his soft shoulder. He let out an ear-piercing yelp, jumping back from, and dropping the wooden spoon he was holding.

‘Jesus Christ, baby!’ he cried, holding a hand over his heart, looking at you with loving annoyance.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ you said, putting your hands out towards him, giggling at his exasperated expression. ‘I thought you heard me’ you lied, smiling innocently at him, as he took your smooth hands into his bigger ones, running his thumbs over the backs of your palms.

‘Don’t laugh at me’ he said trying to sound firm, although he was smiling down at you brilliantly, pretty teeth all on show ‘You could’ve killed me’.

Sighing, you wrapped your tired arms around his slender waist, pushing your chin into his chest. ‘I would never kill you baby,’ you said, grinning at him. ‘I mean, who would cook for me?’ you asked, turning to ogle the pot of cheesy looking pasta, feeling your mouth begin to water.

Alex wriggled himself out of your grip, bending down to pick up the forgotten spoon.

‘You are a cruel, cruel woman’ he replied waving the spoon at you, a hand placed sassily on his hip.

You laughed as he spun swiftly towards the sink to rinse off the spoon, feeling better than you had all day.

‘And cruel women get none of my delicious food,’ he added smugly, not looking in your direction as he moved back towards the pot.

You gasped loudly, feigning hurt. ‘You don’t mean that, Alex, not really’ you exclaimed, loudly, wavering your voice slightly, giving the impression you might cry.

He turned to you, lips pulled into a pleasing little smile, as he gazed at you. His dark eyes wandered down your frame slowly before snapping back up to look at your face.

‘What the fuck are you wearing?’ he questioned, looking as though he might laugh in your face.

‘What, you don’t like it?’ you replied, giving him a twirl, arms out childishly, chuckling at yourself, then stopping to face him again, hands firmly on your hips, as you pushed your lips out in a kissy-like face, blinking rapidly.

He stepped towards you and put his toasty hands on your cheeks.

‘Can’t say I’m gonna ignore what you're asking’ he said, a teasing tone to his voice, leaning down and placing a lovely kiss to your mouth.

Your hands went to his silky hair, pulling him further down to you, as you pushed yourself into him, not feeling close enough.

All the anxieties and anger of the day dispersed as he kissed you, pulling you closer by your hip, squeezing fondly at the doughy flesh.

Pulling apart for air, you looked at him giddily, cheeks warmed, and eyes bright, as he placed a tender kiss to your nose, before pushing his forehead to yours.

‘Good day?’ he asked, not pulling away

‘Not the best.’ you replied, shaking your head from side to side against his, sighing a little.

He looked at you patiently, not interrupting, waiting for you to tell him.

You did, letting all the struggles from today spill from your lips, feeling slightly silly. If he thought you were being silly, he didn't show it, listening to you intently, only turning away every so often to check on the food.

Exhaling as you finished your story, Alex pulled you to his side by your waist, placing a chaste kiss to your temple, then turning off the stove.

‘I’m sorry your day was bad, bub’ he remarked after a few seconds of silence, as he began heaping two plates with pasta, the aromatic scent of cheese and garlic surrounded you.

You shrugged your shoulders vaguely, caring a substantial amount less now the prospect of food distracted you.

‘But I know what’ll make you feel better’ he continued in a sing-songy voice, dancing towards the living room, you trailing behind him, dragging your feet, desperate to eat something.

He sat down on the carpeted floor which looked freshly hoovered, his back against the plush couch and patted the spot on the floor next to him.

You flopped down, and he handed you a steaming bowl. Thanking him quickly you dove in, barely looking up from the plate, exhaling in delight, closing your eyes to savour the taste, wiggling your feet in utter bliss.

You heard a soft laugh from beside you, glancing to Alex you narrowed your eyes ever so slightly.

‘What?’ you asked, mouth still full, so it came out a little garbled, hoping you weren't being laughed at in the midst of your enjoyment.

‘Nothing’ he replied, still looking at you, his pasta remained untouched. ‘I’m just glad you seem to be feeling better.’ he murmured, looking away, and digging into his own dish.

You smiled at him, swallowing your mouthful. ‘How could I not? This is in-cred-i-ble’ you said, putting emphasis on every syllable.

He beamed at you so hard his eyes crinkled beautifully, leaning forward and placing a cheesy smooch to the corner of your mouth, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

You smiled again, your heart and your stomach now thoroughly full and warmed.

A/N: hello, hello, lovely people, this is my first ever story I’ve published on here, eeekkkk, just a quick lil’ one, cos I’m nervous. Hope you enjoyed, much love, mwah.

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[wrenammil]

An Analysis of Outsiders Fanfiction Tropes

I think I only have one true problem with outsiders fanfiction and it is when characters (specifically Darry/Steve/Dally) are villainized in the stories

(I want to preface this by saying that people can write fan fictions however they want!! It’s your fic and you should enjoy writing it nonetheless matter what anyone says!!)

BUT, that’s not what this is about—

Something that I think we forget a lot about Ponyboy is that he is a VERY unreliable narrator in this story. Don’t get me wrong I adore him and when I first read the book I did not fully comprehend the complexity of his perspective either. I related a lot to his character growing up and it’s part of the reason why I still enjoy reading it today but I have a very different perspective on it than I did when I was in 7th grade.

Most of the time when people write fanfiction for The Outsiders, Steve and Darry (as well as Dally) are mischaracterized as people who hate Ponyboy (or find him simply a complete nuisance)

This is a perfect example of how an unreliable narrator can twist a character in our eyes.

1. Darry’s character and the relationships between older siblings and younger siblings

For starters with Darry, in the beginning the way that Ponyboy describes him to us is someone who feels burdened by his younger brother and doesn’t really care much about him. Which is later on completely disproved, as we discover Darry cares A LOT about his younger brother and loves him deeply.

I equate this to older siblings who care about their younger siblings, but feel the need to take over in parenting them which causes resentment for the younger sibling. And in Darry’s case, this is something that he had no choice in—he had to step up for his siblings but he would have done it no matter the circumstances. However, Ponyboy feels guilty for “holding back” his older brother and, I believe, holds resentment towards Darry for trying to act like his Father.

Their relationship is complex and well developed in the story but at the end of the day—Darry loved his brother and would have done anything for him (the book just makes theses emotions clearer to Ponyboy!!)

2. Steve and Ponyboy

Steve gets a lot more of the brunt end of this treatment as he has a hard time expressing his feelings in ways that aren’t destructive.

I think that Steve and Ponyboy are especially tense because they have grown up around each other more so than the rest of the gang. But, while the others got to know Ponyboy through Darry or just on their own—Steve didn’t. Sodapop and Steve were always the closest, they were best friends since they were children and as such Steve has known Ponyboy through all stages of life. He defends Sodapop more than anyone else and believes that Ponyboy is someone that Soda has to constantly be worried about.

However, instead of acknowledging that Sodapop choices to over worry and be protective over Ponyboy—he pins the blame on Ponyboy instead. I do think that he cares about Ponyboy, especially in the sense of a younger brother, but he cares about SODAPOP far more and that hurts their relationship.

3. Dally and how men struggle to express their emotions (especially in the 70s)

I think Dally receives this treatment because people compare how he acts with Johnny versus how he acts with Ponyboy.

Yes, he is a lot more upfront and obvious about how he feels about Johnny but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about Pony (or the rest of the gang for that matter). Out of all the characters, he’s the most hardened and ruined by what he’s gone through in life—it makes complete sense for him to not express emotions in black and white ways. He does care about the gang, his loyalty to them and love is shown just not as obviously as some of the others.

Back in the 70s, men weren’t really allowed to show their emotions up front and love is no exception to this. To this day, a large struggle is raising boys to understand that they can express themselves without looking “weak”. Dally is a clear example of this, given what he’s gone through, and despite being only 17 he acts like he’s a hardened adult because of what the world has put him through.

It’s hard for Dally to accept that he does care. Because that means he’s not as tough as he thought he was. And Dallas Winston cannot be weak.

As someone who related (and still does a bit) to Ponyboy growing up, it makes a lot of sense for him to write his friends as people who “put up” with him or “tolerate” him because at that age your worried a lot about that kind of thing.

Especially, when you’ve gone through what he has.

The best way I can conclude this is love isn’t always obvious—sometimes it hidden behind anger and fear.

These characters love eachother more than anything, that’s why the ending is so gut wrenching.

You know they do. And some of them never get to say it.

[thatonecode]

what car seat headrest songs would you recommend? :D

OH YOURE GONNA REGRET ASKING ME THIS !!!!! OHHHHH !!!!!!

im putting a read more link here because this got . exactly as long as i thought it would

okay well obviously to start with i'd recommend "Beach Life-In-Death" from the album "Twin Fantasy" (2018 version not 2011 . i like both versions but the 2018 is better production quality) . this is like . starter pack car seat headrest this song will change your entire fucking life . no dont go look at how long it is . its fine dont worry about it . this was the song that got me into csh its the song ive chosen to be my top song of the year ive listened to it 3 times everyday since the start of the year without missing any times . its a really fucking good song

actually ! that whole album is like . mindblowingly life changingly good and it literally ruined my entire life for . well i havent actually recovered ! months !!! twin fantasy is an album about falling in love with a fictionalized version of a person and watching the relationship crumble . its like . devastating i can't recommend it enough . if youre only going to listen to 3 songs off the album my person favs are "Beach Life-In-Death" (as mentioned), "Nervous Young Inhumans" and "Famous Prophets (Stars)" . also . throw "Sober to Death" in there as well just for fun as a bonus .

Teens of Denial is also a fantastic album i EXTREMELY recommend listening to "Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales" and "the Ballad of the Costa Concordia" . again . lives were changed . "Cosmic Hero", "1937 State Park" and "Fill in the Blank" also periodically live in my mind rent fucking free but yknow . i cant exactly recommend the entire album (EXCEPT I CAN !!! YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO THE WHOLE ALBUM !!!!!!)

moving away from album recs my personal favs recently have been "Crows - Rest In Bigger Pieces Mix" from the album "Nervous Young Man" . what if for just one night you turned into an animal yknow ??? its really good . and the other one is "The Ending of Dramamine" from the album "How to Leave Town" because ive been really Feeling the effects of my mental illness recently . "There Must Be More Than Blood" from "Making a Door Less Open" is also a very good song and SUPER easy to blorbo-ify if i do say so myself . "Over Exposed (Enjoy)" from "Monomania" is also . well . and somewhere down the line you'll look back/and say you did the best that you could and you'll be wrong/you're always wrong . so . theres that

confession i havent listened to their entire discography yet ive listened to twin fantasy, teens of denial, and MaDLO . i think monomania is next on my to listen to list .

some final general pointers if youre new to csh id recommend looking up the lyrics on your first listen through anything because will toledo hates enunciating like its personally wronged him . i recommend listening to twin fantasy alone in your room with all the lights off for peak effect (depression) . a general reminder csh is fucking Awful and i hate it and everytime i listen to it i go i cant believe i enjoy this and that its changed my life . this sounds awful . vast majority of csh songs are over 5 minutes and normally the REALLY good ones are 10+ minutes . you get used to it .

ALSO ! heres an incomplete google doc of my favourite lyics that im slowly updating as i come across them

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK !!! feel entirely free to send me either more asks with any thoughts on any songs or just dm me !!!! i love music so much i would deeply deeply love to talk about music any time :]

[fixfoxnox]

oh so pre-fic streamer/camboy au hc let’s go

ok so for starters i’d like to think that streamer!ghost is like our universe schlatt

people who don’t look deeply enough into his content don’t know that he’s actually super sweet and down to earth

a lot don’t like him bc they take him too seriously

his sense of humor is so fucking painfully popeye’s biscuit dry and realistically asshole-ish

but those who actually have been around long enough know that he is genuinely a very caring person, he just has a persona that he plays

like he’s always the scape goat but that’s his goal

(just like me fr: getting people to target and focus on me so they don’t go after the people i care about)

also ghost just has exclusively has strong opinions on everything as a character trait

even if he makes the opinion up on the spot cuz he doesn’t actually give a singular shit on whether or not bug displays are ethical or something

knows every single loophole to every gd thing ever

maybe feds get suspicious of him for the shepherd or gun knowledge thing and he presents like articles explaining all the things they’re saying he “shouldn’t know” that are fully accessible to the public

he has a reward to temporarily turn on a camera on his keyboard so the thirsty viewers can watch his hands or something but it’s only for like 2min then he turns it off

roach has a shit ton of like sub goals and other reward thingies

*certain amount dono*: turn on pet cam and it’s like a second camera pointed on his lap or a pet bed under the desk where an animal may be

*hits sub goal*: rescues from a local shelter and it’s always like the oldest cat or a pittie with dog fight scars

he has a bunch of terrariums and tanks in the bg with invasive bugs and/or fish he caught himself

befriended the local wild critters like rabbits, crows, squirrels, and can like whistle a certain tune out of his window and like a whole flock of various birds swarm into his room on command and leave very politely

has a whole zoo at his house basically but everything is so fucking happy

selling your body online makes very good money y’all

he’s one of those “you love him or you hate him” guys but not cuz he really does anything wrong

its just some people don’t like the hyperactive yelling gamer type

where ghost is like schlatt, roach is like badger or something

always on a call with like 5 other people and none of them stfu for 3 whole seconds Ever

but if you’re into that stuff you’ll be dying of laughter right along with them :)

PLEASE THE HAND CAM FOR GHOST IS SO REAL

I like to imagine its like a donation goal thing (like a super hefty one) and like every stream where its one of the donation markers Roach comes in an immediately donates up to that sbdjdjdndn

Also love the idea of Roach being like Badger sjdjdjdjd his crew is him, Jackson, Frost, Ramirez, Logan, and occasionally a swap out when their friend Allen is back home for his 2 days out of the year (yes its every silent protagonist squad) and they're all absolutely insane

Roach's house has animals everywhere and his backyard is one of those wildlife gardens. All sorts of dogs and cats and the occasional ferret or guinea pig that has come through his local shelter. Has rooms in his house specifically designated for certain animals

Roach is the best out of his gaming friends but the one time Jackson (the worst of the squad) manages to clutch a round no one ever lets him forget it sjdjjdjdjd

Also about the hand thing again, prior to Roach showing up it was always Soap who would randomly pop in and donate all the money for the hand cam thing, usually while him and Ghost are playing together sjdjdjjd

God I love the Camboy AU

[splicedskies]

[ Boundaries.. boundaries~ ]

I straight up don't ship.. Like, at all. It's mostly because I'm not quite interested or care enough about it. I'll enjoy a ship, I'll cheer on other people with their ships like I'm their #1 fan. But I don't do it myself. My only exception is usually Familial Bonds but, those are way different so I don't really see them as ships. (I am a sucker and HUNGRY for found family tropes.)

I am.. shy. I'm shy to a fault. I have a LOT of trouble not listening to that nagging little voice in my head that says 'Don't bother you'll just be annoying' or 'Don't talk to much no one wants to hear about your oc/ideas'. So I'm deeply sorry if it takes me a while to crash through the roof of your Messages/DMS/What have you and I want to thank anyone here for their patience.

THAT SAID.. Please feel free to tag me in things. Drop kick my messages door or my discord open, tag me in random starters, plot with me. I'm great with all of that. (I love that small serotonin boost I see when I'm tagged in something.)

I treat roleplay a lot like I treat when I play TTRPGs. I like having at least some sort of story but at the same time I appreciate the absurd shenanigans that can/will/might happen with a universe like Pokémon. I love the 'Yes And' and 'What if' to push a story along or introduce something new, to intertwine things about characters and in turn watch both sides grow as a result. But I also love the silly/wholesome shit, I feast upon silly things! (Like my current thread with Nikki's Hau where they're just making food! With sprinkles of 'oh hmm..' story beats.)

I've only just learned wtf 'Whump' and shit is. I really don't like it. I don't like one sided angst while the other is just a trauma dump punching bag. I LOVE angst, don't get me wrong, but I feel it needs to be built up, just like a good book. And it needs to be used on both sides. Not just for one person to trauma dump all over the place on a single character. (I played a villain in the MC Ask Blog community a year or two ago and saw WAY too much thrown at me as a result. I'm sick of it.)

I don't mind art and memes thrown at me. I eat them up, I will stare at them for hours on end like I just received life giving water. I don't care how absurd.

I love plotting. I love plotting dumb shit, serious shit, shit that likely won't happen for many, MANY threads. I love making connections, and even incorporating things into my character at the suggestions of others or thing that change in RP itself.

I love having multiple threads, don't ever feel like you are beholden to just 'one' with me.

If you need anything, a question asked, something changed or you have an idea but not sure how it might work? Ask, just ask me. I can always tweak things, modify things to fit in with something. Altra is a very 'young' OC in his development, and that makes him easily moldable for the future.

Finally, all I ask is to treat me, and those around you with the same respect you want yourself to be given. In the end, we all just want to write silly stories, and throw our characters at one another. <3

[deiscension]

﹄ ◇ ; @theircurse / BALDUR'S GATE 3 STARTERS

❝ i rather like interfering. it’s kind of my thing. ❞

      ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ──  "𝐈'𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠," she laughs breathlessly, heart still pounding from a surge of adrenaline, "but don't let me get you into too much trouble!"

      𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝, close enough to water's edge for the waves to flirt with the idea of wetting her shoes but never drawing close enough to actually do so. She lets loose a heaving sigh. What an eventful evening it's been! And to think, she nearly spent it all cooped up in her room where the most exciting thing to do was watch a C Drama rerun. The tiniest twinge of guilt twists through her chest. That was where she was supposed to be. She'd promised her aunt and uncle she would mind both herself and the house while they were gone on their trip. More importantly, she'd also promised her brother to stay out of trouble. A few hours out on the town weren't going to hurt anyone. Especially if nobody was the wiser about it. But of course a friend of her aunt's just had to be in the exact same cafe she'd wandered into. She would have been back by sunset, really! Her aunt's friend hadn't believed a single word of it. She would be thanking her lucky stars for the rest of the night that they had popped up at that exact moment. The older woman hardly knew how to handle one problem child, never mind two. After some fussing about children with no manners and teenagers who think they run the world, Shi Qingxuan had accidentally knocked her drink over. Mostly accidentally. Unbecoming behavior for a 15 year old, sure, but entirely necessary. Then she had motioned for them to follow and taken off down the street. Muscle memory led her from the street, to a crooked set of stone stairs, down a seldom-used path, and onto the vast shoreline.

      𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, Shi Qingxuan tips her head back and breathes in as deeply as she can. This should have been her first and only destination for the night. With her lungs full of sea breeze, she looks over her shoulder at them. Adorable. They remind her a little bit of the dolls she used to admire in craft shop windows. And their eyes! Are those contacts? Would it be rude to ask? They're also a bit... thin, aren't they?

      "𝙈𝙢𝙝𝙢𝙢--" she clears her throat in a poor attempt at hiding how openly she'd been staring. "Are you out by yourself too?" Something tells her they are, but she has to be sure. There's something a little wrong with all this-- she just can't quite put her finger on what. "Also! Please don't make a habit of running around with total randos, 'kay?"

[overnightheartbeats]

🎁 shuffleeeee - diego <3

spotify wrapped has arrived. (send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle. // @cursivebloodlines

mona lisa, mona lisa - Finneas

Reminiscing was not always fun, but with Tessa - anything could be fun. She had a way about her, she always knew how to keep things interesting. It was one of his favorite things about her, mostly because Diego considered himself to be a pretty boring and simple guy. At least, he was self-aware. It was one of those nights that they could only spend on the phone, but it was still something. They had brought up an old friend, one they had in common when they met. Talking about friends led to talking about their early days. "Well, to be honest when we met...I didn't think much of it. Of course, I was wrong." He waited for a moment, knowing that admitting he was wrong would probably amuse her. "Now, you've kind of become my favorite person." It was quiet on the other end, and though Diego couldn't see her at the moment...he knew. He knew exactly why the silence was there, Diego could almost bet money on it. Tessa's mind was racing, probably staring up at the ceiling as if it was the most fascinating view of outer space.

Diego's amusement with this phone call continued, it was hands down...the best part of his day. He astonished himself, once again, going back to their beginnings. Falling for Tessa, it's not what he wanted. He always told himself there wasn't enough time for him for feelings, relationships, and all that. He wanted his heart to remain in his pocket. But Tessa appeared in his life like a lighting strike, just taking his heart and writing her name on it. Not that he'd complain. "I wish I could've gone over today, this sucks." Yeah, Diego complaining about being away was not new. Lately, he was spending most of his time with her, and when he couldn't, he felt the absence deeply. Soon, he noticed that she hadn't said anything in a few minutes. Diego adjusted his earbud to make sure his sound was working, but it wasn't that. She was falling asleep. Her breath was shallow and quiet. Yep, asleep...but he remained on the call, just in case she woke up. Slight codependency? Maybe.

[otherworldly-com]

Hello! I go by Jair or Cassius, I've been into roleplaying for quite a while now, around 7 years or so with the occasional break :) But, this is my first time ever delving into the tumblr roleplaying community! So I'll most likely get things wrong, when that happens please let me know! I've tried to do some research but I couldnt understand most of it.. ^^`

This isnt a single muse blog or a 'hq' blog, just a place for me to post roleplay starters with whatever muse I'd like in a single place! You can contact me through here, via dms or discord! .loverbxy feel free to give me a dm to discuss a plot for a more long term thing! ♡

: MUSES . !

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I’ll mostly be roleplaying as oc’s since I’m more confident in getting them right then any canon character (though, thats quite obvious considering I made them lol). Though, that doesnt mean I will never roleplay as a canon character. I’m happy for any type of character to interact, if I have any questions about them I’ll try and reach out via dms, but if you’d give me details beforehand that’d be even better!

Little warning, my oc’s and starters/plots may feature disturbing or triggering subjects, such as religious themes, traumatic events and body horror etc.

Links to information for my muses!

MONGKUT AKMAL - link to be added

PARISA BATYA - link to be added

TAMAN ASTRIA - link to be added

SANJI VINSMOKE - link

: RULES . !

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1. 🌿︰Please don’t directly control my muse ₊˚✿

From what I read, godmodding is where you control more of the environment or situation, I’m alright with that but controlling the actions or thoughts of my muse is off limits. I care deeply about my muses and it irks me when someone misrepresents their character, since I put a bit of myself into most of my ocs.

2. 🥛︰No op muses₊˚✿

First off, I’m completely ok with characters that have op powers for more comedic purposes, it’s a bit hard to explain but a example of what I mean is like Saiki K or Mob, even then they must have some sort of drawback, may that be a physical one, mental or social one.

3. 🐚︰Don’t drastically change any established relationships ₊˚✿

This is more for canon muses with other canon muses, for example since Sanji is a muse of mine, roleplaying with a Zoro, I’d find it extremely weird for them to suddenly be very affectionate or buddy buddy if that makes sense. While yes, they respect each other and are nakama, that just isn’t their relationship, its complex. For ocs, unless stated they know each other in some way, they’d likely start off as strangers so they shouldn’t be close right off the bat.

4. ☁︰Give me something to work with! ₊˚✿

I’m ay-okay with short sentences/replies, I completely understand that sometimes it’s hard to get out a response but please please give me something I can build upon, it stumps me when that happens and can even at times make me very disinterested in continuing the roleplay.

5. 🌻︰Tell me when you need to leave ₊˚✿

I’ve had too many roleplay partners dip without a word, it normally always ends with me giving up after 2 check up messages and deleting the dm, I understand life can get hectic and flip onto its head, I’d just really appreciate a heads up.

[dementedspeedster]

❝ you know, for all the sense of dread and horror seeping through this place, i really feel quite at home here. ❞

Accepting || Baldur's Gate 3 Sentence Starters @deathxcko

"Huh. You know I didn't even notice that until you mentioned it."

Thad pauses.

"There's something deeply wrong with us isn't there?"