#sorry if i rambled to much i just have a lot to say!!!!

[mintfullyyours]

Just thinking about Amnesia!Simon. but also sorry if this has been done before... I'm new to the fandom but adore everyone here so much so I wanted to contribute.

Thinking about how your fingers tighten around the sheets as you sit beside him. The hospital room is too bright, too sterile, too wrong. Ghost — Simon —stares at you with blank, unrecognizing eyes, his face unreadable beneath the bandages.

It shouldn't have been like this. It was one mission. One last mission. That's what they always say, right?

Now the man who once knew you better than anyone now doesn't even flinch when you whisper his name.

"'m sorry," he mutters, his voice rough but distant. "I don't... I don't remember you."

Something cracks in your chest, but before the pain fully sets in, he speaks again.

"But I think I should."

Your breath catches.

Ghost leans forward, studying you like you're a puzzle he’s desperate to solve. His fingers twitch, like he’s fighting the urge to reach for you.

True, that he saw a pretty little thing walk into his forsaken hospital room and wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into her bones. Even through the cotton haze of sleep, something pulled him to her like a moth to flame.

"You'll remember me, Si. Eventually. Or so the doctors say..." You're rambling now because it seemed better than the heavy silence between you.

"You'll remember me because... You love me." You swallow hard, "You always have."

The gold wedding band on your ring finger glints against the hospital light.

It catches Simon's eye.

His jaw tenses, his breath uneven. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he asks, "Did I tell you that a lot?"

Your heart clenches.

"No," you admit softly. "But you didn’t have to. I just knew"

Silence stretches between you. Would he remmeber you? Maybe not. The doctors never gave you a real answer.

Then, slow and deliberate, he lifts his hand and brushes his fingers against yours—tentative but protective. Like muscle memory.

Like something inside him still remembers.

[b3ach-bunn7]

STEPHANIE

Gojo is your physics tutor and you’re sort of in love with him

Textfic, fluff, Highschool!au

(art Creds to @/eldritcheaven on twitter!)

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September 16th

5:38 pm

You: hiyaaa :D

You: is this Gojos number? Shoko says u can tutor me 😙

Gojo: whats the tutoring for

You: uh school?

Gojo: I mean what subject..?

You: OH LMAO

You: physics :((

Gojo: okay

Gojo: who r u again

You: Y/N

Gojo: okay meet me at the library Thursday after school

You: okayyy see u there 😁

September 18th

6:40 pm

You: gojo how am I gonna finish all this work BY MONDAY

Gojo: that’s three days

Gojo: this is easy stuff

You: FOR YOU

You: I have cheerleading until seven tomorrow night and Saturday

Gojo: okay..

Gojo: that’s my problem how?

You: okay just say u hate me

Gojo: I hate you

You: whatever

September 21st

1:06 am

You: IM DONE!

You: r u impressed

Gojo: no

You: wtf

Gojo: bring it to me at lunch so I can grade it

You: okayyyy

You: goodnight 🩷

Seen

September 21st

1:40 pm

You: GOJO WHERE R U

Gojo: in the library

You: why aren’t u in the cafeteria

Gojo: because it’s too noisy

Gojo: I can’t read in there

You: ha ha nerddd

Gojo: shut up and hurry up.

You: Okayyyy okay

You: Can u see me 🤔

Gojo: no the bright orange cheerleading costume is really hard to miss

You: 😒

You: So is the bone white hair and glasses

Gojo: hurry up

September 21st

8:12 pm

Gojo: ur so shit at physics

You: Uhm okay

You: thanks? ��

Gojo: im sorry that was rude

Gojo: fear not that’s why I’m here

You: okay

Gojo: don’t worry it’s nothing my genius can’t fix

You: try not brag challenge fail

Gojo: you free tomorrow?

You: I should be yeah

Gojo: okay come to the library after school

You: can’t wait… 😔

September 22nd

4:06pm

You: Gojo

You: GOJO

Gojo: you are literally in front of me speak

You: nk the librarian is looking at me 😓

Gojo: okay so what

You: don’t look so annoyed at me

Gojo: im not annoyed at u

You: okay fine

You: do u have a highlighter

Gojo: …

You: DONT ROLL UR EYES AT ME

Gojo: there is LITERALLY ONE RIGHT IN FRONT OF U

You: omg ur first caps lock 🙁🩷 I’m so proud

Gojo: stop laughing

You: I’m sorry u look so angry over a highlighter..

You: and I can see you smiling too 😒

Gojo: shut up.

September 23rd

7:06 pm

You: Nerdjo I have a question

Gojo: never call me that

You: 😒😒okay.. can I ask u a question now

Gojo: if it’s about the work I gave u just wait until Friday

You: UTS NOT

Gojo: oh

Gojo: okay what

You: would you rather only drink water for the rest of ur life or be allowed to drink anything you like but it always has to have a drop of pee in it

Gojo: where is the pee coming from

You: You don’t know..

Gojo: is it healthy pee

Gojo: because if not then idk what’s in it and I could contract a disease like typhoid or smth

Gojo: and also utis and that’s painful enough as is without me drinking to catch it

Gojo: also how much is a drop

Gojo: is it a ratio thing? So every 1% of any drink I drink is pee or is it always a drop

Gojo: because in that case I can just drink a lot of smth and the pee will cancelled out

You: wtf

Gojo: sorry I’m rambling

You: No.. don’t apologise.. U have opened my eyes

You: I never thought of it like that

You: Also do u think it would like make my drink yellow..

You: Cause that’s GEROOSS

You: voice note elapsed: 00:40

Gojo: voice note elapsed 1:02

September 24th

2:06 pm

You: IM SO EMBARASSED

You: Walk of shame to my seat in my cheerleading outfit god TAKE ME

Gojo: ha ha ha

Gojo: don’t be late next time

You: Shut up

You: I hate Yaga and he hates me

Gojo: he loves me

You: yeah cause ur good at physics and I’m poo at it

Gojo: better focus then

You: okay

September 24th

2:20pm

You: Gojo

You: Gojo

You: NERDJO!!

Gojo: stop texting me

You: move u bag from the chair next to u

Gojo: what???

You: MOVE IT

You: I’m coming to sit next to you

Gojo: tf why

You: the guy next to me won’t shut up

You: and I need ur nerd aura to make me smarter

Gojo: ur so stupid

Gojo: hurry up then

You: WOPPEE OMW

September 25th

1:06 am

You: Gojo r u awake

Gojo: we have school tmrw go to sleep

You: U R 😏

Gojo: freak

Gojo: what do u want

You: I’m bored

You: And I’m confused on question three on the history hw 😓

Gojo: okay..

Gojo: ask me tomorrow

You: Or I can call u rn an u can help me..?

Gojo: .

You: PLEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASE 🙏

Gojo: you have ten minutes

You: YAY

Gojo and Y/N

25/9/2024 Time elapsed: 30:07

September 25th

11:05 am

You: GOJOOOO

You: Can I sit with u in econ today 😏

Gojo: what do u need help with now

You: Uhmmm I don’t need help

You: I just wanna sit with u..

Gojo: oh

Gojo: okay

You: YIPPEEEE

September 26th

12:21 pm

Gojo: YOU WATCH ANIME??????

You: WHY R U YELLING 😭😭

You: Yes… it’s my deep dark secret don’t tell anyone 😔

Gojo: okay with the sasuke keyring on ur bag…

You: LOL

You: how did you even see it where r u..

Gojo: stalking you in the corridors watch out

You: Okay Joe from you

Gojo: ur living ur own Netflix series rn 🩷

You: EMOJIS???

You: Who r u and where’s Gojo gone??!?££?

You: Whats ur favourite anime

Gojo: voice note elapsed: 1:34

September 28th

2:06 am

Gojo: do u think time travel is real

Gojo: or like will be real in the future

Gojo: I feel it could be because like we just advance in technology more and more as time goes by

Gojo: like if u said FaceTime would be a think in 1920 they’d probably hang u

Gojo: there was that Stephen hawking thing he did with like the party invite but

Gojo: if I was from the future I wouldn’t time travel just to prove him right like u just have an ego now

Gojo: food for thought 🩷

September 28th

7:21 am

You: SORRY I WAS AT PRAVTISE and U messaged me at like one am?)

You: But I thinking about you the whole time

Gojo: awwwww youre making me blush

You: SHURRUP

You: i was thinking about ur question not u

Gojo: same thing kinda

You: enough

You: voice note elapsed: 00:54

Gojo: girl u r not Snow White dinosaurs will eat u

You: We will find out when I time travel to the Jurassic era and kiss one

September 29th

3:37 PM

Gojo: why do u keep staring at me do ur work

You: Cause i have a question for u but im shy..🥺🥺

Gojo: EW cringe

Gojo: just ask me

You: You keep looking at me with those bombastic blue eyes im nervous

Gojo: ur so dramatic

You: DONT LAUGH AT ME

Gojo: so text me then

You: okay….

You: We have a pep rally soon can u come

Gojo: was that it..

You: YES

Gojo: girl im coming anyway geto is playing

You: UR FRIENDS WITH GETO???

Gojo: hes my best friend

You: Wait thats true ur always together

You: You know allll the girls on my team have a phat crush on him🤧

Gojo: mhm

Gojo: and are you one of those girls?

You: Nah hes not my type

Gojo: and what is ur type

You: Boys with bombastic blue eyes😏

You: R U BLUSHINGGGG

Gojo: shut up and do ur work

September 30th

9:45 pm

Gojo: ar eu home

You: Yeah why..

Gojo: play roblox with me

You: LOL

You: How’d u know im a gaymer..

Gojo: hoe u is not a gaymer

You: HEY

You: ill have u know im plat on overwatch..?

Gojo: wait actually

You: Actually

Gojo: ….

Gojo: HOP ON OW

You: Uhm sorry i cant im doing the hw my annoying tutor sent me

Gojo: im sure ur sexy smoking hot tutor will let u off this time

You: YAY

Gojo and Y/N

30/9/2024 Time elapsed: 3:46:07

October 1st

12:34 pm

Gojo: pep rally in five days

Gojo: r u nervous

You: Gojo texting me in school..?

Gojo: dont change the subject sweetheart

You: POO

You: Im scared yeah

You: I always am before a game tho

You: Like what if my shirt slips when I’m flipping and i flash my bra

Gojo: the game will get ten times better?

You: HEY

Gojo: JOKUNG IM JOKING

You: As an apology take me out for lunch today 😙

Gojo: ugh fine

You: XD

October 2nd:

2:07 pm

You: WHERE R U

You: GOJO

Gojo: me and geto went out for lunch

You: COME BACK NOW

Gojo: are you okay????

You: YES I WANNA GIVE U A HUG AND A KISS

Gojo: are you having a stroke??

You: SHOKO GAVE ME THE KEYRING

You: A LITTLE NARUTO TO MATCH MY SASUKEEE

You: THANK U SM

Gojo: ur welcome

You: 😁😁😁

You: Bring me back a coke

Gojo: ugh fine

Gojo: do i still get that hug and kiss

You: hmmm I’ll see

October 3rd:

10:21 am

You: image attachment

You: LOOK LOOK LOOK

Gojo: WELL DONE

You: A BBBBBB

You: IN PHYSICSS WHO AM I

Gojo: WELL DONE

You: Thanks for the tutoring🤤

Gojo: wait im the goat

You: hoe EYE am the goat..?

Gojo: i guess it was a team effort

You: Yeah duh

Gojo: good job sweetheart

You: 😁😁😁😁

October 3rd:

9:06 pm

You: ik we had plans but let me come home then we can play

You: Practise ran so late sorry pookie

Gojo: wait ur at school rn??

You: Yes….. kms shortly😔

Gojo: how r u getting home?

You: Walking

Gojo: girl..?

You: My parents r working and i cant drive leave me ALONE

Gojo: wait im coming to get u

You: You dont need to do that gojo

Gojo: i do im omw

You: OKay

You: Btw i like ur new glasses

Gojo: u noticed?

Gojo: stop staring at me all the time omg..

You: I cant help it

You: i love u and all four of ur bombastic blue eys

Gojo: not picking u up anymore

You: IM SORRRY🙏🙏🙏🙏

You: PLZ COME MY KNIGHT IN SHINING GLASSES

You: PLEASEEEE

Gojo: ughhh fineee

Gojo: just because u begged so nicely

You: ahahahah SHUT UP

October 3rd

10:15 pm

Gojo: r u home

You: u literally just watched me walk through my door

Gojo: so..

Gojo: what if someone took u from inside

You: Ur right hoe…

Gojo: im always right

You: Yeah yeah freaking nerd

Gojo: dont hate me cause u aint me

Gojo: ima graduate cum laude in the future

You: Why u talkign about cum u freak

Gojo: shut up

You: cum laude more like cum load 🤣🤣

Gojo: i hate u

You: LMAOOO

You: Ik ur laughng rn

You: Call me

Gojo: say please

You: Please call me four eyes🤞

Gojo and Y/N

03/10/2024 Time elapsed: 4:20:07

October 4th

3:47 am

Gojo: omg did I tell you

Gojo: I was reading this essay on behavioural psychology and it was talking about how like the concept of territoriality in humans it’s so interesting

Gojo: it’s related to how primates make their space

Gojo: not like actually of course nobody is peeing anywhere

Gojo: it’s also related to quantum physics in an weird way

Gojo: voice note elapsed: 2:12

October 4th

7:54 am

You: Whatever you say gorgeous 🙏🙏🙏

You: THATS COOL THO A

You: I got like a quarter of what u said but icloveee psychology

You: I wanna study it at university

You: my fav part is attachment and like child development and stuff

You: so ur next rant topic is going to be about that thanks 🩷

Gojo: did u actually listen to all that

Gojo: sorry I get carried away

You: Duh I listened and don’t apologise or ill shoot u

Gojo: thanks 🩷

Gojo: i bought u a coffee

You: YAYY

You: I’ll meet u at the entrance

October 5th

1:07 am

Gojo and Y/N

05/10/2024 Time elapsed: 2:39:07

Gojo: good luck for tomorrow

You: Thank u 😁

You: I’m gonna need it…

Gojo: shut up ur gonna do fine

Gojo: I’ll cheer u on from the stands

You: YAY

October 6th

3:54 pm

Gojo: get off ur phone and lock in

You: I CANT FIND U

Gojo: I’m like the third row from the bottom

Gojo: next to Shoko

You: I SEE U

You: I recognise those bombastic blue eyes anywhere🩷🩷🩷🩷

Gojo: awww is that big smile all for me

You: Shut it

You: Are those big flowers all for me??? 😁

Gojo: no they’re for the huzz

You: What if I kill you?

Gojo: plz don’t

Gojo: they are for u

You: Ur such a nerd

You: Thank u 😏

You: Ur coming to getos after right??

Gojo: yes

You: Good

Gojo: but

You: Butbwhat

Gojo: we could hang out instead

Gojo: just me and you

You: Are u asking me out on a date gojo????

Gojo: yeah kinda

You: I can see u blushing from over here

You: DONT TURN AROUJD

You: Ofc I’d rather hang out with u

You: See u after the rally😙😙😙😙

Gojo: good luck

Gojo: u look pretty in ur uniform

You: Thwnk u 😁😁😁

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NERDJJO ONE CHANCE PLEASEEEE 🤞🤞🤞😓🥺 these text fics r so fun to write oh my sigma..

guys I know Gojo was kinda mean at first but he thought u were using him for his smarts… also idk I headcanon that he’s not as energetic as he is canonically.. like u think hes always bragging and dry but hes actually just itching to tell u facts about quantum physics

I HOOE U ALL ENJOYED 🩷 as always drop any asks in my inbox !!!!

[revelboo]

oof ouch ough that angst HURT please madam i'm begging you don't make that canon i'm gonna puke if i have to watch all the idw bots suffer like that - oh god and the tiny baby newsparks would be doomed, either their carriers will die trying to sustain them or they'll fade away, i hate it!!!!

you even used my suggestion of kitten-twins against me... ow. to heal my heart, may i request more of cyclonus and tailgate? hopefully their human's fear will fade into numbness then acceptance quickly, it'll be hard to stay in hypervigilant prey mode when tailgate's doting on reader like a little princess.

Yeah, that angst fic isn’t cannon. I like drama, but I couldn’t actually do that to any of them.

Chain Me Free Pt 3

Tailgate x Reader x Cyclonus

• The terror had faded some after seeing the smaller robot monster, Tailgate you remind yourself, have a nervous breakdown because you were upset. That uneasy fear is still there, nerves jangling, but Tailgate seems bent on overwhelming you with attention until you’re too frazzled to be terrified. You half suspect he’s decided you’re either his personal teddy bear or a beloved puppy. Neither prospect particularly awesome. Legs swinging as you hang on to the arm around your middle tucking you against his frame while he jogs to keep up with the scary one’s, Cyclonus’s, longer stride. Though after watching him calming Tailgate and talking him through what you’re positive was a panic attack, you suspect he’s probably a big softy. Even if he spends a lot of time just frowning at you, they’ve yet to hurt you. That has to be a good sign.

• “Cyclonus, wait up.” Reaching out his free hand, he catches Cyclonus’s hand and the bigger mech finally slows down for him. Interlacing his servos with Cyclonus’s, he shifts you to settle on his hip, feeling those warm hands on his arm. “How are they supposed to get their bearings if you go through the ship so fast?” Can feel your little heart beating against him, the rhythm oddly soothing. Knows Cyclonus is annoyed with him, wanted to give you to someone else, but you’d come to him. Them. And he can’t believe that it was truly random, wants it to be more than a coincidence. That you’re meant to be with them.

• “If you ever let them actually walk, they’ll probably get under ped,” he mutters, feeling Tailgate’s servos tighten on his own in offense. You’re not screaming at least, just dangling and looking around with an almost dazed expression. Still in shock over finding yourself in a strange place among aliens. Feels sorry for you, but he has enough to deal with taking care of Tailgate. Doesn’t need an alien stray.

• “Being small doesn’t automatically make someone a burden,” Tailgate growls, shifting you on his hip again. Like you’re a toddler and his grip is much too tight. Looking around, you feel almost numb, because his rambling explanation had only made things worse. You’re on a ship in space hurtling away from your home and they don’t know when they’ll be able to get you back. They also can’t fully explain how you’d ended up here, your brain filing his excited jabbering under ‘magic.’ And you tense when you see an even bigger gray mech, but it’s the glimpse of a human cradled in his palm, holding onto his servos as he cups them to his chassis that startles you. That person smiling up at the giant and laughing at something he’s said before spotting you and waving with a grin. And they seem okay. That more than anything else breaks through the lingering fear as your own hand weakly lifts, then they’re gone, carried away by their mech.

• “I’m not going to run if you let me walk,” you say, head turning to look at him and Tailgate hesitates. Because as much as he hates it, Cyclonus has a point. Not all the bots on board remember to look down and you’re tiny. Much smaller than he is. “You’re squishing me a bit,” you add, expression pinched and he stops in dismay, awkwardly shuffling you until one of his arms is behind your back and the other behind your knees. “This works,” you murmur and you offer him a hesitant smile that spreads warm through him as he ignores Cyclonus’s tired venting.

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[z4ync]

We seriously need more GBA related fics so here it goes- I NEED a fluff fic where Hipswitch finally finds out Karmor likes him.

I have a small scenario suggestion, but feel free to indulge in creative ideas of your own!

-> The gang go out on a little event, kinda like a rodeo for bounty hunters and cowboys and such(ever watched Helluva Boss? Imagine that one EP of the harvest moon festival). After the games and events are settled, all of the participants engage in a salon dance thingie as well as free drinks, just a silly little after event for everyone to relax and enjoy some socializing.

Hipswitch decides to not participate since he didn't know anyone in the rodeo, and also bcs the owners of the small bar in there weren't particularly fond of Obscurans(even if there were some in the rodeo). But then Karmor/Partner comes along and asks Hipswitch to dance with him, which he's surprised.

He tries to talk Partner out of inviting him and tries to convince him to look for a more "organic" partner instead, but Karmor refuses. So they go to dance and from there you may decide how Hipswitch finally persuade his own feelings for Karmor :D

I did however really want to bring out the fact that Hipswitch is afraid to love, since he probably doesn't think he's worthy of such a thing. And seeing Karmor loving him just...y'know?🥺💞 <- I'm very normal about them(lie)

Sorry for the ramble! Again, feel free to do what you wish!! 🩷

- 🌟

Awe thanks for the request, 🌟. It's so cute :D absolutely twin I'm so normal about them (LIES)

Twistin' and Turnin'

I LOVE THIS REQUEST. Gods I hope Mr crazy man GBA sees this and makes this anon request an episode of sorts, I'd give him my first born

Fluff

QUICK NOTE BEFORE WE START! if you haven't watched BvZ (go do it now) Karmor/Partner is mute and for the most part, in my head, communicates in sign language and big facial expressions. (Also I headcanon him as autistic because I am so he is too)

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

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Big day. Or at least that's how Albus had been sarcastically saying all day. Apparently the boys had found out about some rodeo that was coming to town and as a joke both Albus— the bastard— had made the executive decision, that the other three didn't get a say in, that they were going for the shits and giggles.

Karmor tried his damn hardest to tell him that he'd much rather stay in one place, that he wanted to stay home and read, but he'd got the other two on their sides and it's a lot easier to ignore hands then it is to ignore a voice

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"they got free drinks" Albus whistled as they walked around, the events were beginning to settle and Karmor kept dragging Hipswitch and Albus away from the games to prevent a dick measuring contest from starting.

"not a single one of us should be drinking" Karmor signed. He'd gotten better at signing quickly, mostly to combat Albus' quick mind. "And anyways Hipswitch can't drink"

"come on partner, I'm sure you wouldn't mind a drink or two" Hipswitch's southern accent made Karmor melt, it always did. It was far less harsh than Albus and Attila's voices, and more solid than Mahatma's.

"dancing maybe, drinking no, Albus is just going to get wasted and—" he looked at his hands, trying to remember the sign for "annoying". He ran through a few signs before just flipping off Albus in frustration, for a normally calm and sweet person Karmor was easily annoyed by inconveniences like forgetting.

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Karmor stared longingly at the crowd of people dancing their hearts out, Kissing the people they love, singing their voices away. He'd never been good with his confidence, so he was struggling to ask the Obscuran at his side to dance.

He didn't have the words, literally and figuratively, and couldn't get Hipswitch to look at him. Maybe he was just—

"Partner, are you alright?" Hipswitch lightly poked Karmor's arm, scaring the living daylights out of him and causing him to fall out of the chair he was sitting in— knees up to his chest and the only thing touching the seat of the chair being his feet, obviously, so he was already unstable.

He got up quickly, nodding and sitting back down, before standing up again and forcing down all the nerves that bubbled up his throat and through his skin. "Dance with me." it was supposed to be a question, but it didn't seem like it was

"What?" The other man laughed "dance with ya? Partner, I'm not too sure I'm the greatest to dance with, you might want someone more... Organic, for that." He tried to de-sway the man from the idea, but Karmor is stubborn.

"dance with me" it was obvious he wasn't taking no for an answer.

Hipswitch sighed, his metal man's coming up to ruffle the mute man's hair "don't say I didn't warn ya" he said it like he had no choice in it— which was a lie, he could've said no, but Karmor would start sulking and wouldn't do anything else.

Hipswitch could've stayed there all day; Karmor's hand in his and the biggest smile on his face as he dragged him to the very edges of the dance floor.

But of course the second his foot hit the dance floor a partner song blasted through the pavilion, one of those slow ones reserved for couples and families. But Hipswitch agreed and he wanted nothing more than to make Karmor keep smiling.

"I'm gonna step on your toes" he warned, but Karmor only shook his head no, tapping the rhythm into Hipswitch's back.

Karmor's eyes were everywhere but Hipswitch, as it was so unbearably difficult to hold eyes contact with someone you liked.

Hipswitch always noticed that, and he'd ask about it but it would make Karmor let go of him and he'd already sunk into the warm metal man. Once he was attached it was hard to get him off, proven most by if you put the perpetually cold man in a warm bed, you wouldn't be able to get him out without luring him with Hipswitch and food.

A few girls had asked Karmor to dance, but just shook his head and signed "I'm not good company" or "I can't dance"

There was another thing, he always needed Hip— oh. OH.

The realization hit him like a run of bricks. Albus wasn't just playing with him, right? Whump— Karmor— Partner was always looking for Hipswitch, he was always near him, was what that what Albus was talking about

He took a moment to think, the feeling of the human's fingers tapping something into his back. It was a Rhythm of something no one knew, not even Karmor knew himself.

"Partner... I have a question" he looked down at the human. His eyes were on him expectantly. "Albus has been... Sayin' stuff, I want to know if they're true."

Karmor looked nervous, guilty, and his face was 6 times more red than before. He nodded, and had Hipswitch lead them out of the crowd. He longed to be back in it, no matter how loud crowds were, he enjoyed that.

"what has he been saying?" Damn Albus and his loud mouth.

"he's been saying..." It took Hipswitch a moment to form the words, mostly because he could ruin everything up to this and because of Karmor's unwavering stare. "Things about you likin' me"

Karmor wanted to run, to scream, to cry, to kill himself— but his voice was so shot that he can't really scream well and his hand was still in Hipswitch's so the other options weren't on the table

"and if they're true?"

"I wouldn't mind"

Karmor's eyes lit up, he thought that he was gonna have to take Hipswitch's gun and shoot himself, but he didn't! Hurray!

"it's true I like—" he stopped, he felt like a kid again, even if he didn't remember what that was like for him. Like felt too childish, to compare what he felt to just like was a crime, it was wrong

"I love you" Karmor's eyes squeezed shut, he couldn't open them. what if Hipswitch looked uncomfortable or disgusted.

Karmor was startled by arms wrapping him in an embrace. He started crying, he didn't know why he just did.

"I love you too"

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A/N. Sorry if this is all over the place, I'm not too good at writing and I actually haven't gotten to the most recent episode of BvZ yet because each episode is like an hour long and I end up passing out during them.

[barbwritesstuff]

Not and ask but I do have to say I love how you’ve played with the lore of these mythical creatures. A lot of media definitely leans more towards romanticizing being one of these creatures but you’ve given them this doomed lore. If you’re a werewolf, you will go mad. If you’re a vampire you’ll likely die early or live long enough to see yourself lose touch with the world and become a blood crazed maniac. Upon dying, you can’t ever find peace in death. Becoming a monster comes with a few shiny perks and the heaviest debt you will ever take on. It’s so tragic and I love it.

I have a name for this! I'm sure people in the literacy analysis sphere have a smarter, swankier name, but I call it:

✨The Spooky vs. Superhero Slider✨

On one hand, you have the spooky stuff. Characters who are written to have genuine curses. You've been bitten by a zombie. You will die in seven days. etc That means the slider is set 100% to the spooky side.

On the other, you have literal superheroes. They're gods, they fly around and save the day, it's awesome. You want to be on this end of the slider.

Most characters who aren't just regular humans (be they vampires, werewolves, or alien gods) are somewhere along the slider. Depending on the author, depending on the story, even depending on the character, it can fluctuate a lot.

Take Lestat and Louis from Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire for example. Both are vampires, but Lestat doesn't hate being a vampire quite as much, in fact he often has a wee bit of fun with it. Plus, he can fly. Stories from his POV are a few points more superhero than anything told from Louis' POV.

Another example, Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. They're mostly superheroes with the one big downside being their bloodlust. So, when Bella could instantly control her bloodlust, that series tipped hard into superhero. There was nothing horrific about being a vampire. It was fun. It was cool. It was... super.

It's always a sliding scale.

Personally, I prefer for that slider to remain closer to the spooky side than the superhero side. That doesn't mean I don't love superheroes. I am a massive Superman fan and wrote a whole wee story about it. But I want superheroes to be done with intentionality and I want my curses to feel like curses.

The genre of Blood Moon and Thicker Than is urban fantasy/horror.

They're not meant to be goth superheroes. They're meant to be cursed.

And that sucks for them... but it's a huge amount of fun for me, as the writer. I think it makes them much more interesting characters and makes the world way more fun to play in.

I think my werewolves have it just a tiny bit easier. They're 70% spooky and 30% superhero. The downsides are downsiding but the powers are still cool. My vampires I gave a bit of a rawer deal. They're 80%, maybe even 85% spooky. They get powers, sure, but the cost is steep.

Sorry for the long rambling response. This is just something I've thought about probably too much before.

[avifaunaa]

Natasha + R rambles [ htwswy ]

Authors Note: I’m a little tired from posting that monster of a chapter for Rio yesterday — so until I regain some brain juice back I’ll share some little cutsie rambles about Nat/R from the htwswy-verse! I know you guys love this fic a lot so if you want to know more about it please know my anons are open!

Masterlist

Summary: N/A | rambles

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Content Warnings: a tiny mention of self-harm, but other than that none! Mostly humor, fluff, the good stuff.

• Natasha and you probably get another cat not long after you guys get super duper serious — Liho was so pissed

• Out of the two of you, believe it or not, Natasha’s likely less likely to start an argument and more likely to find a solution to one.

• It actually took a while for Yelena to warm up to you despite whatever we think we see in chapter 1. Natasha is her sister and nobody is good enough for her sister until she can decide they are. “A while” is actually six months — making the offhand Yelena-like comments even when she agreed to your attempts to reach out for hangouts to watch Studio Ghibli movies.

• When she does decide you’re perfect for Natasha [ “I’m glad you approve,” you told the blonde blandly as you sat across from her at breakfast, oatmeal untouched and eyes uncaring, “but we’ve been dating for a year now.” She pointedly ignored you, as she usually does. ] she goes to Natasha herself and says so.

• Natasha wasn’t amused.

• Natasha who doesn’t seek out cuddling at bedtime immediately due to her fear of what could happen if she’s tangled up with you during a night terror. Short of flinging you into the wall and making Tony pay a hefty repair fee, you weren’t sure there was much.

• She admired the size of your balls, honestly, considering she could kill you.

• You laughed at her despite the severity of the situation she felt — whereas you didn’t. You didn’t think she’d be able to before waking up.

• It turns out you were right — she always ended up awake with you somehow touching her. On top of her chest, curled up against her, spooning her, spooning you.

• When Natasha sat you down and told you the full story about her history — from the Red Room until the defeat of Thanos — you didn’t seem to know how to take it. But you did know how to respond to her opening up: you took care of her. You disappeared only to return with a dangling Liho in your arms and plopped her into Nat’s lap while you gathered various items for a lazy day on the couch.

—> “I need you to say something,” Natasha finally admitted after you hadn’t spoken about it for a few minutes, television murmuring in the background as she stroked Liho’s soft fur. “Just tell me what you’re thinking?”

—> You lifted your head off her shoulder to look directly at her. “I think,” you started slowly, picking at your leggings, “that you’re one of the bravest people I have ever met and the good you do in the world despite the amount of wrong it has done to you is a feat that I will always admire and love you for.”

—> It was a beautiful response — and not an “I’m so sorry” to be found in there either. She kissed you just to tell you how much it meant to her. That her past didn’t change how you in her eyes. As your partner, your fiercest protector, and your best friend.

• Natasha Romanoff who comes home busted up form missions and you hackle like a cat and fuss over her, poking and prodding each wound, demanding to know where they came from and “why the fuck did you come see me before going to Cho?” and only when did she notice you were in near tears did she stop coming to you before going to Cho.

• Natasha who finishes trying the coffee menu at her normal spot and approaches you about how it makes her feel.

—> You bring a list of suggestions for other local places in the city to start going to

—> It’s cute how she worries about never going back — but you make a promise that for every new place you try you always go to the usual spot once a week

• Natasha who notices your ticks and understands when you work as a way to self-soothe or self-harm.

• This causes her to visit more frequently and break the streak of the period you work so you can go to bed, or eat some food, take a shower — whatever it takes to get you away from the lab.

• Natasha who introduces you fully to the team. She looks entirely too proud of herself, eyes so lovely and soft, and you as Thor slams down the hammer and dares you to play the game nobody ( but Steve Rogers, but Thor conveniently leaves that out ) can win but him.

—> Natasha comforts you when you go :( after ten long minutes of attempting to peel that stupid hammer off the table while everyone eggs you on, knowing full well it won’t happen

—> “It was not a game you were excepted to win — none of us can,” she assured you.

I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH CHAT

[earthlybeam]

Hey! I love your post so much!!

I was wondering if requests were open if you could do elves with a reader with a strong accent / uses a lot of slang. Maybe they are a modern person who finds themselves in middle earth or are from a distant land and they speak differently and the elves find them difficult to understand or interesting. Like how they would react to an accent they have never heard before.

Could you do Thranduil, Gil-Galad and Elrond. Thanks so much!!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m really glad you enjoyed my post! 🥺🫶 The idea of a reader with a strong accent or slang from a modern world—or a distant land—finding themselves in Middle Earth is such a fun concept!🤌 The elves’ reactions to something so foreign would be so interesting. I can imagine them being curious, a bit confused at first, and maybe even a little amused by the strange words and expressions. 🤣🙌

Gil-Galad, Thranduil, Elrond version below.

🏵️𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

The moonlight bathed the shores of Lindon in a pale, ethereal glow. The wind stirred the trees, and the distant waves created a rhythmic sound that mingled with the soft murmurs of the Elves as they moved about their evening tasks. Gil-galad, High King of the Noldor, stood upon a balcony, his dark cloak billowing behind him as he gazed out over the sea, lost in thought. The weight of his position was heavy, as it always was, but tonight something tugged at him—an unfamiliar presence, one he had not anticipated.

Cirdan, the shipwright and his trusted ally, had told him of the arrival of a visitor from a distant land, someone who did not belong to the world of Middle-earth as he knew it. A mortal, perhaps? Yet Gil-galad did not know, for the stranger’s origins were as mysterious as their speech.

“High king,” came Cirdan’s voice, breaking the silence. His tone was thoughtful, even with the faintest hint of amusement. “Your guest has arrived. I believe… they are not quite like us.” Gil-galad turned to face him, his gaze sharp. “Not like us?” he asked, his brow furrowing in curiosity. “There is much about their manner and words that is… unlike anything we know here,” Cirdan said with a slight smile, his eyes glinting. “I believe it will intrigue you.”

“I see,” Gil-galad replied, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of interest. “Show them in.” Moments later, you appeared before him, striding across the stone courtyard with an energy that immediately set you apart from the Elves around you. Gil-galad’s sharp eyes took you in—the unfamiliar clothes, the confident but unrefined manner, and the way you looked at him with a blend of curiosity and… amusement? You were clearly not from around here, that much was evident. You gave a small, almost mischievous smile. “Hey there, big guy,” you said, taking in the grandness of Lindon with a casual wave of your hand. “This place is, like, wild. What’s with all the fancy towers and perfect hair?”

Gil-galad blinked, surprised. Your words were laced with a peculiar accent—one he had never heard before. And the way you spoke… It was unlike the soft and measured tones of the Elves, full of unfamiliar slang and casual ease. His eyes flickered toward Cirdan, seeking some explanation.

“You speak… differently,” Gil-galad said, his voice smooth, though there was an edge of confusion in it. “I do not understand all that you say.” You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him with an easy smile, unfazed by his apparent confusion. “Oh, sorry, yeah. I tend to ramble, don’t I?” you said, laughing. “I mean, I’m just sayin’ this place is, like, really somethin’. I thought it’d be all mystical and glowing but it’s got this vibe, you know?”

Gil-galad frowned slightly, still trying to piece together the meaning behind your words. Vibe? Mystical? He understood the individual words, of course, but the way they were strung together was a puzzle. “Vibe?” he asked, his tone almost imperceptibly softer. “What do you mean by… ‘vibe’? And how do you speak so quickly?”

You chuckled, shrugging with a casual air, your arms crossing. “It’s just the way we talk back home. I dunno if you folks are big on slang or anything, but ‘vibe’ means… like the overall feel of a place, you know? Like how the air feels when you walk into a room.” Gil-galad’s brow furrowed deeper. The Noldor were known for their language, refined and ancient, carrying the weight of their long history. To hear something so informal, so unpolished as your words, was… strange. He had never encountered anything like it.

“It seems you… speak in a way I do not fully comprehend,” Gil-galad admitted, choosing his words carefully, his usual control slipping just a little as he tried to process your speech. “The Elven tongues have many layers, but your words are—” he paused, searching for the right term, “—different.” You grinned widely, clearly enjoying the mix of fascination and bewilderment in his voice. “Guess I’m a bit of a puzzle, huh? Yeah, I get it. It’s like how you folks talk with all your big words and formal stuff, and I’m over here just… keepin’ it casual.”

Gil-galad’s lips twitched, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He wasn’t sure if he had ever been so thrown off by someone’s way of speaking, but there was something… endearing about it. Despite the confusion, despite the difficulty in understanding you fully, there was a rawness in your presence that reminded him of the more untamed parts of Middle-earth—the parts he often tried to control, to order.

“You are…” Gil-galad’s voice trailed off as he studied you, searching for the right words. “You are not from here, are you?” You shook your head, still smiling. “Nah, I’m not. You could say I’m from, like, a whole different world or something. But that’s a story for another time.” You met his gaze, your eyes bright, almost teasing. “Not that you’d probably understand it, what with all the old-world mystic vibes and all.” Gil-galad’s expression softened, though it remained composed. “I have lived long, and in many lands,” he said slowly. “But even I have not encountered a tongue such as yours.”

“And that’s what makes me fun, right?” you quipped, winking at him. Gil-galad didn’t reply immediately, his gaze thoughtful as he tried to digest your words. You were so different from him, and yet, there was something in your manner that was oddly appealing. You were free, untethered by the constraints of Elven nobility, yet there was no mistaking the respect you gave him. “You speak with such… enthusiasm,” he remarked. “It is unlike anything I have heard in all my years. There is a certain charm in it.”

“Charming, huh?” You let out a laugh. “I’m not exactly refined like the rest of your people, but I’ll take it. So what’s your deal, King Gil-galad? What do you really do around here besides stand around lookin’ all serious?” Gil-galad’s lips curved into a rare, faint smile. “I do more than stand, I assure you,” he said, his tone a touch warmer now. “But I do believe it is time I learn more of this… language of yours.”

“Yeah, I’m down to teach ya,” you said, crossing your arms. “I can be your personal translator for the day. I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. Might take a minute to get used to the way I talk, though.” Gil-galad studied you carefully, something about your openness and candidness intriguing him. You were no diplomat, no ruler, no ancient elf with thousands of years of history behind you. But there was a sincerity in the way you carried yourself—something raw and unpretentious that reminded him that not all wisdom came from ages past.

“I think we shall manage,” Gil-galad said with a nod, a spark of amusement in his eyes. “Perhaps you will teach me to be less formal as well.” You laughed at that, the sound rich and warm in the quiet night. It was strange, in a way, to feel so at ease in the presence of a king who had lived for so long, but somehow, you both seemed to understand that there was more to life than just ancient traditions and formal speech.

The evening stretched on, filled with laughter and words neither of you fully understood, but both willing to learn. And as the stars glittered above them, Gil-galad found, for the first time in a long while, that perhaps the most important lessons were not those learned in battle or diplomacy, but those learned in the most unexpected of conversations.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

The air in the Woodland Realm was still, the ancient trees standing as silent sentinels to the kingdom’s secrets. Thranduil stood with a regal poise on the edge of his grand hall, his gaze fixed on the figure before him. The stranger—an unusual one, by his standards—stood confidently in the clearing. Their presence was a stark contrast to the elegance of the Elves. The fabric of their clothes, though somewhat practical, looked foreign. But it was the way they spoke that caught Thranduil off guard.

The words tumbled from their lips in a manner entirely foreign to his ears. The accent was thick, with an odd cadence, and the slang they used danced around his mind, just out of reach. He could catch a few familiar words, but much of the meaning eluded him. “Ya gotta be kiddin’ me,” the voice came, and Thranduil’s brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the tone. “This place is nuts… like, proper middle of nowhere, right? Never thought I’d end up here, honestly. Guess you lot don’t get many people from the… uh, not-forest places.”

Thranduil tilted his head, an elegant motion, as his sharp elven ears struggled to catch the meaning. Middle of nowhere? He had never heard such a phrase. His people did not speak of the world in such terms. And “not-forest places”? What could that mean? “Your speech,” Thranduil began, his voice calm yet with an undercurrent of controlled curiosity, “it is strange to my ears. Where do you hail from, exactly?”

The figure in front of him straightened, clearly aware that they were under scrutiny. They scratched the back of their neck in a casual, almost dismissive manner that only added to Thranduil’s growing intrigue. “Oh, um… that’s a bit of a long story,” they replied with a shrug, their accent thick but the words were clearly meant for simplicity. “Guess I just kinda fell into this… whole thing, y’know? Not really my fault, but now that I’m here, what’s the deal with all the shiny stuff? And the trees, man—these things are huge. Bet the squirrels are like, super chill, huh?”

Thranduil’s lips parted slightly as he processed the strange jumble of words. “Shiny stuff? Squirrels? Your words are a confusing riddle. Elves speak in a manner more… precise.” His sharp gaze swept over you, noting the way you moved with an ease that his people did not often display, a casualness that seemed to clash with the forest’s ancient rhythm. “Yeah, well… I ain’t exactly an elf,” you responded, chuckling as if the concept were simple. “But hey, I’ll get the hang of it, right?”

Thranduil’s sharp eyes narrowed, his attention suddenly focused more intently on you. There was something about the ease with which you handled your strange predicament that intrigued him. And yet, your words—your manner—it unsettled him, as if the foundation of all his knowledge was being subtly twisted. There was no dignity in the way you spoke, no formality. He leaned in slightly, curiosity mingling with an edge of caution. “You seem… unfamiliar with the ways of this world. How did you come to find yourself here?”

You blinked, taking a moment to gauge the seriousness in his tone. It was clear he wasn’t quite grasping your meaning, but the question wasn’t offensive. It was more… academic. There was an odd, almost disarming kindness in the way he looked at you, despite his regal airs. “Oh, that?” You grinned, a flicker of humor in your eyes. ���You could say I… stumbled into this. Some kinda magic, or, well… let’s just call it a crazy ride, yeah?”

Thranduil took a step back, his golden hair shimmering in the dim light of the forest as he processed your words. He didn’t understand what you meant by “crazy ride,” but he felt something… amused by the strangeness of it. Perhaps it was your nonchalance, or the gleam in your eyes that didn’t quite match the bewilderment he expected from someone stranded in his realm. “You stumbled here, you say?” He regarded you for a moment, unable to hide the slight flicker of skepticism in his voice. “And now you wander freely, as though this is a matter of no importance?”

“Well, it’s kinda hard to make a fuss when the trees are talkin’ to you like they’re old friends,” you said, half-joking, as you gestured to the forest around you. “And no one really seems to know what’s goin’ on. I’m just rollin’ with it.” Thranduil’s gaze softened for a moment, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he took in your manner. He had never met a being so… different. Your casualness was a sharp contrast to the Elven decorum he had known for millennia. Yet, he could not help but feel something akin to admiration for your tenacity, even if your words made little sense to him.

“You are… unusual,” he said carefully, as if tasting the word on his tongue. “But you intrigue me. The language of your people… it is foreign to me, but perhaps there is something to be learned from it.” You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Well, glad to be of service, my dude.” You smirked, completely unaware of the significance of the moment.

Thranduil blinked slowly, his brow furrowing once more at the strange, informal tone. “My dude?” He repeated, unsure of the meaning. You chuckled at his confusion, the edge of amusement in your voice. “Right, I guess that’s more of a… human thing. Kinda like calling someone ‘pal,’ I guess?” Thranduil gave a slow nod, absorbing your explanation. “Pal…” He repeated, testing the word out. He wondered how such a simple term could hold so much meaning, but he didn’t linger on it. Instead, he took a step closer, his eyes sharpening. “It seems I have much to learn from you, though you will need to speak more clearly for me to understand your… distant language.”

There was an odd warmth in his voice now, a faint undercurrent of respect that wasn’t easily earned. It made you smile, though you couldn’t quite tell why. The enigmatic Elf King might be difficult to read, but there was something compelling in the way he regarded you. Perhaps this crazy ride had brought you more than just strange forests and talking trees. You grinned. “I can do that, no problem. You’ll get used to me.” You tilted your head, eyeing him playfully. “You sure you don’t wanna join me for some of that ‘crazy ride’?” Thranduil’s eyes gleamed, a glint of something unreadable flashing in them. “I think, perhaps, I will.”

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

The air in Rivendell was crisp, the sound of birdsong and gentle winds echoing through the valley. Elrond stood in his study, his brow furrowed in concentration as he gazed out over the peaceful landscape of Imladris. His thoughts were consumed by the weight of the decisions ahead, the choices of the Free Peoples, and the threat of Mordor looming in the distance. His centuries of wisdom had prepared him for many things, but not this.

The door to his study creaked open softly, and he turned, his piercing gaze landing on you. You had arrived in Rivendell only a short while ago, an outsider in a land that was both foreign and strange. You weren’t like the others. Your presence, the way you spoke, and the peculiar words that left your lips all intrigued him.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he caught the strange cadence in your voice, the strange rhythm of the words that you spoke. His Elvish ears, so attuned to the music of language, found your speech difficult to decipher. It wasn’t that your words were harsh; it was simply… different. He had heard many tongues in his long life, but never one quite like yours.

“Ah, so ye want me to sit here all proper-like, huh?” you said, stepping into the room with a playful grin, oblivious to the way your accent twisted the common tongue. Your speech was rough and carefree, filled with slang, like something foreign to his refined sensibilities. The words tumbled out of your mouth in rapid fire, a string of sounds Elrond found himself straining to understand.

He straightened, observing you with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. His brow furrowed in quiet contemplation as you continued to speak, leaning against the doorframe, clearly unaware of the slight hesitation in his stance. “Didn’t think a place like this would be so high and mighty, y’know? All these tall towers, fancy dresses,” you mused, glancing around the room, your voice carrying the energy of one who had not yet been swept into the formalities of their surroundings. “But it’s nice here, too—peaceful. Got my own thing, y’know? Can vibe with it.”

Elrond, ever the disciplined leader, took a step forward. His voice was measured and deliberate, his curiosity evident but still restrained. “I must admit, I find your manner of speech… unfamiliar, yet intriguing. Is this a tongue of your people? I confess, I do not recognize it. Where do you hail from?”

You leaned back, giving him a half-smile. “Oh, me? I’m just from a whole different world, mate. Not sure how I ended up here, but hey, it’s been a wild ride. Not used to all the fancy ways ‘round here. I’m more about the hustle, you know?” You spoke with a casual ease, completely unaware of how much your tone and the unfamiliar words startled him.

He blinked, trying to comprehend what you had said. There was a long silence before he finally responded, his voice low, laced with a softness that came from his deep curiosity. “You… speak of a ‘world’… a different world, I presume? A place not of Middle-earth?” His tone was full of the gentle curiosity of an ancient being trying to piece together the meaning of something wholly foreign to him.

“Yeah, something like that,” you replied with a shrug, clearly amused by his confusion. “I guess you could say I’m not exactly from these parts, but, hey, we all gotta make do with what we’ve got, right? No sense in overthinking it. I just… fit in, you know? It’s kinda like this big adventure for me.” Elrond found himself deeply intrigued by your words, your mannerisms, and the way your accent blended with your speech. It wasn’t just the strangeness of the words—it was the way you moved, the way you seemed at ease despite being surrounded by things so ancient and foreign. It was almost as though you didn’t quite fit into the world he had known for millennia, yet you stood there, as confident as the mightiest of kings.

“Your… words,” Elrond began, “are like no tongue I have heard. It is… not unpleasant, but curious. There is a rhythm in your speech, an energy that feels… out of place here, but also somehow fitting in a strange way.” You chuckled at his thoughtful tone, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s what they keep telling me. I guess I’m just not one for all that formal speech stuff. Seems a bit stiff to me, y’know? But I get why it’s important. You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”

Elrond looked at you, his expression softening as he took in your words. His fascination with you grew. He could see the way you navigated Rivendell’s ancient halls with an ease that defied the formalities the elves held dear. It was as though you were in your own world, one that wasn’t bound by time or rules, and yet here, in his presence, you were fully yourself. “You are… different,” Elrond said, his tone gentle. “But there is something captivating about you, something that speaks to me in a way no other has before. Though your ways may be foreign to us, I sense… a kindred spirit within you. One who is unafraid to embrace the unknown.”

You grinned widely at his words, moving closer to him. “Well, that’s me alright. Always up for something new. And hey, if you ever need someone to teach you how to talk with a bit more… flair, you know where to find me.” Elrond’s lips quirked upward ever so slightly at the suggestion, a soft, amused laugh escaping him. “Perhaps I shall take you up on that offer, though I doubt my old ears will ever fully understand the way you speak.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it,” you said, giving him a teasing wink. “I’m a good teacher.” And as you stood there, the distance between two worlds—one ancient, one new—seemed to shrink just a little. Despite your differences, despite the barriers of language and culture, a quiet understanding settled between you both, a bond forming in the quiet moments of curiosity and laughter. Elrond, the wise and ancient elf, found himself more intrigued than he ever expected, watching as you brought a breath of life, so full of wonder and uncertainty, into the timeless halls of Rivendell.

As for you, standing there before him, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging. It was as if this land of elves had a place for you after all, even if you still had much to learn about it. And maybe, just maybe, Elrond—the ancient elf lord—wasn’t as distant as he first seemed.

[paladinsbrainrot]

hello just wanted to say I think you’re really cool and I love your art!! I also LOVE romike too, super excited for their dynamic in s5

I’d love to hear your thoughts on them and if you have any predictions/theories/things you’d like to see with them next season :]

OHHHHH MY GOD thank you this is such an amazing question !!!! so sorry it took me so long to answer however i have very many Thoughts™

the idea of robin and mike being friends is soooo dear to me you don't even understand. romike has been on my mind since before s4 even came out #Tbh I just think that they are so similar and tethered and it's just so shocking that they haven't properly interacted yet!!!

obviously I think romike first came to fruition through the idea that robin would act like a gay mentor to mike and kind of guide him to realize his feelings for will, but they're so much more than this mentor/mentee relationship. not only would it be an interesting dynamic to explore as they have barely interacted, but they are literally both Anxiety As A Person and their personalities would compliment each other so well. mike's reluctance to open up to people & robin's willingness to ramble to anyone she meets? sign me up. both are bottling up their emotions in totally different ways. i would live for them awkwardly bumping into each other and mike finding her annoying at first but then realizing she is literally his carbon copy and that they are so much more alike than he first thought. (I would argue that they are literally madwheeler 2.0 sans the bitchiness.) them both bonding over the fact that they have trouble expressing their emotions and that they feel like outsiders????? them both realizing they are stuck in the same boat and using each other as an outlet to open up (+ it would be way easier for them to talk about these things because they aren't super close)????? hEllooooo duffers Are u seeing this?????? their dynamic would be so interesting if they don't write it I'm going to have to do it myself.

as for general predictions/theories..... oh boy I have Lots!!!!

I think that the writers are leaning more towards a rowill focus than a romike one this season so I don't think we will see as much as them as I would hope for. BUT this post gives me the idea that we will get a bunch of romikewill scenes on the farm with maybe a dash of one-on-one romike content sprinkled in there for the wellbeing of the people (the people being me and the other two romike fans on this app). as much as I love romike I think will and robin are the characters who Need to talk to each other the most because they're both still closeted. though as I said before I pray that the duffers will realize the potential that romike has as well 🙏

so I've basically done a whole lot of rambling and haven't even answered your question so I'm just gonna get straight to what I want for them this szn if this were my perfect world 🎉

I have this one recurring dream that mainly only exists because of a fic I wrote an extremely long time ago but basicalllyyy the essence of it was that mike and el were in this weird phase in their relationship where they were distant, awkward, and were almost uncomfortable around each other? so mike, incredibly frustrated and fed up with this, starts acting moody and withdrawn from everyone else. also bc this is s5 lets just add the fact that his sister is missing, he just got beat up by the school bullies, and maybe he and will got into the painting fight or something. so just imagine mike being almost reclusive and reserved on the farm set. maybe robin notices his lack of exuberance (that's probably not the right word but whatever) and decides to take matters into her own hands. she asks what his deal is and if he's doing all right with everything going on. mike pretends he's super annoyed by her because of all the questions she asks him but maybe she makes some offhand remark about how they're stuck on this stupid farm and it'll only get worse if he keeps acting like this. (and also, they have bigger issues to worry about!) so mike, quickly realizing that robin is literally the only person on this farm that is there for him to talk to, opens up to her a little reluctantly about everything going on with him. it's important that this is a slow process and that he doesn't dump everything on her at once. maybe he says that he doesn't know what he's doing with his and el's relationship and how will's not talking to him and that he feels he keeps screwing things up with the people he cares about the most. insert moment of robin being robin and clearing up the air, relieving the tension off mike's shoulders, and also giving him some very valuable advice!! obviously there's much more here to explore upon but the general gist of it is that they become much closer after this. robin learns that she can open up to mike too, about how some "person" that she's interested in is giving her mixed signals and how she is actually very scared about the end of the world but feels like she has to deflect everything with humour. they learn they are able to confide in each other and boom romike world domination!!!

I kind of what them to be like a mix of steve & robin and mike & nancy and mike & max, if that makes sense. like steve and robin's closeness, mike and nancy's worry about each other, and mike and max's bickering and (loving) malice. Idk mike is very irritable and snarky and robin is very direct and straightforward and also very tentative so I think their dynamic would just feel natural and compliment each of their personalities!!

I also think their dynamic could be veryyy beneficial to discovering the key to destroying vecna once and for all !!! these two are arguably the smartest characters on the show and work in very like minded ways. robin figured out when blue meets yellow in the west (cough) and that music is the key to getting out of vecna's mindscapes. mike has had wayyy too many clutch moments during the show that I can't mention here otherwise this post would get too long, but you get the point. putting both of their brains together might help our characters figure out how to end this battle. this script that maya hawke posted a while back that features both of mike and robin's names makes me very hopeful that this will be a possibility in s5. (potential st5 spoilers incoming ->) my current running Theory is that mike and robin discover that the military or hnl (is it still running in s5? idk) are running experiments on kids again and use the mccorkle farm and subsequent tunnels underneath to help the kids escape. (mayhaps this is how derek ends up on the farm after being spotted with the military??? idk.)

I am trying not to get my hopes up about robin and mike being spotted at hawkins lab together (potentially with el and will too 👀) but I have a feeling that this is related to whatever was going on in the tunnels. I have No Clue about what is going down at hawkins lab but one can only hope that they are there because the gang realized they needed two of the smartest people as well as the two strongest/most powerful to figure out the situation with the gates. great minds think alike or something like that!!!

this is more leaning towards romikewill territory but Idk I would just liveeeee for a scene of robin picking up on the labyrinthine circumstance that is will & mike's relationship and teasing mike about it !!! and in return I would like a Lot of mike teasing robin about vickie. I think (key word Think) vickie is on the farm with them so I need lots of scenes of robin not so subtly flirting with vickie and vickie flirting back and giggling like a maniac and mike noticing out of the corner of his eye and smiling. i want him to go up to robin later and just whisper shout that vickie is soooo into her. something similar happening with byler and robin noticing would also be very plausible. i just think it would be so sweet for mike and robin to see themselves in their friends and the people around them to help guide them towards their self-acceptance arcs, and learn that there is some hope for them after all ☹️ the only thing I don't want to see is only one of them being used just to further the romantic advances in the other's story. like I don't want the only reason robin interacts with will and mike in s5 to be to help guide byler towards e/o or for mike to do the same thing with rovickie!! it's important that they both realize that having queer friends is just as significant, and that they both are able to confide in each other about their struggles and worries, whether it's about their relationship or not.

there was also this one leak from early 2024 (another leak warning if you haven't clicked off this post already) that stated that mike and robin had a few scenes together because mike was worried about will, and robin was worried about vickie, and bonded because of this. I think this is a much more plausible way for them to start talking to each other than that scenario I mentioned earlier lol. I really hope that vickie is related to derek or the turnbows in some capacity; it would make her such less of a random character and also give robin a reason to be worried about her (and would also tie into them helping derek escape and the fact that he's on the farm with the rest of them). romike confiding in each other about the fact that they feel like they are useless/can't save the people they love AUGHHHH give it to me now . (edit: the leak is mentioned somewhere in this post you just may have to dig for it)

this post is very long and a total incoherent ramble so I am Very sorry but unfortunately I will never be normal about romike a day in my life. @willelworld (my lovely fellow romike enthusiast!) made a very great point in this post that I would like to end off with because it just sums up what is so perfect about them:

I really hope that my favourite adhd losers will be able to bond over their social incompetencies and sexualities and suppressed emotions and so much more in st5!!!! they just have such best friend material so I hope the duffers do not waste this absolute perfect opportunity to write a queerplatonic friendship ^_^

[in-hos-wife]

Not promised tomorrow

gi-hun x reader

Summery: you and Gi-hun decide to be partners little did you know, the next game marble, only one of you could leave so you decided he would be the one to leave. But you make him promise to live for you.

Word count: 662

Tw: death, angst, mentioning of gunshot,ooc most likely, not proof read

When you too heard you had to pick partners you both went for each other immediately shaking each other’s hands to lock in that you two were partners then you waited for the rest you two have been inseparable since he basically saved your life in the second game when he started licking his umbrella cookie. The robot tells you to follow the guard and you do. When you get to where the guard is taking you, you both sit down and wait wondering if you’d be going against another team. As everyone got in the area the robot voice started to explain the games you look at him then at the ground both of your minds are racing. Gi-hun’s mind was racing, he didn’t want to kill you or see you die but he needed to get home to his mom and his daughter. Your mind was also a mess you didn’t want to turn on him and then it hit you, he has people outside of this game he has his mom and his daughter. You on the other hand have no one, so you make a decision that your life for his is the best idea but you didn’t tell him that yet. You both sit there “so we should play a game where one throws and whoever throws the furthest wins and for now we just talk. How does that sound” gi-hun looks at you and then smiles sadly and nods you guys sit there in silence for a while “what’s your daughter and mom like..” you quietly ask him and that gets him smiling and talking for a while, as he was talk you slip one marble then the another and so on till he has 19 marbles and you have 1 and he hasn’t even realized. You just listen as he talks about the two people he holds dear to him. When the timer got to 3 minutes he realizes just how much he rambled on “sorry I talked a lot” you smiled at him “it’s fine we are only playing one round so I don’t this it will be that hard just throw the marble and whoever gets it further wins all the marbles here gi-hun you go first” you say as you hand him a marble grabbing your own so he can’t see how many are in his bag “why did you grab from my bag” when he asked you were quick to come up with a lie “oh because I gave you that from my bag so it’s only fair” he slowly nods and throws the marble he’s holding and then looks at you “your turn” he mumbles while he picks up the marble when Gi-hun looks at you in confusion as you hand him his bag of marbles no longer holding the first on in your hands “now you have all 20” as you say that gi-hun basically reboots himself “no you can’t do that! You didn’t even play! You have to throw one!” He starts shouting at you and shaking you tearing up as he does “gi-hun” you mumble and he stops shaking you. You look at him and smile “you have a mom and daughter to get him to, I on the other hand don’t have anyone gi-hun” as you speak y pick up the marble he threw and even though he tried to stop you but failed. He now had all 20 marbles “just promise me something gi-hun?” He stops and looks at you as he was about to walk away “yeah” you smile “don’t let the last few games change you, and when you get home keep being you……we need more of it in the world” he stops facing you and speaks before he starts walking away “i promise” and as he says that he starts walking only to hear a loud bang of a gunshot and then player 023 eliminated from the robots voice, ending game 4

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[everestgale]

ev you will not believe who i'm about to toss your way it's an actual curveball you will not see it coming in a million years

for the ask game can i ask for,, bro ken.....

Pareidolla asking about Broken? I would've never seen this coming! /lh /j

[Send Me a Character and I'll List Ask Game]

favorite thing about them

Perhaps I'm a little boring, but my favorite thing about Broken is just how much he changes in Paranoid!Apotheosis route, and how both Hero and Paranoid are actually able to get through to him, to help him see beyond his "perfect goddess". I talked about it a lot in Paranoid's character ask (platonic ParaBroken gives me so much life-), so I'll leave it here for anyone who wanted to read it in more detail <3

It's just... very sweet and encouraging to see someone who hit practically rock bottom in the prior chapter, someone who was so blindsighted and so sure of their inferiority... being able to believe in themselves with the right support system. ARGH, new Apotheosis still lives rent-free in my head ( T v T )

least favorite thing about them

I can't think of anything I dislike about Broken now... but I will use this question to confess that I used to be Broken hater- (not actually a hater, but he was my least favorite, and I was very open about that-)

LOOK, I'M SORRY!!! I was a fool, and I realized that even before the Pristine Cut dropped. I was too annoyed by how much of a wet noodle he was during the Tower that I ignored pretty much everything else about him for my first two months in the fandom 😭 But I'm a changed person now, and I have been since maybe March or April of last year, Broken my beloved, I'm sorry...

favorite line

"But... I love her."

"But it's not enough to stop us, is it? We're going to make it to her."

These two lines from Apotheosis absolutely destroyed my heart (in a good way) and made me squeal when I played through it for the first time.

"I think we are happy, actually. We might not be part of her. But being around her is almost the same. Almost."

"I'm going to stick around as long as you need me to."

brOTP

Besides ParaBroken that I already rambled about in great detail in Paranoid's post... I think I wanna say StubbornBroken, there is something sibling-like in their relationship that speaks to me, like an "ugh, great, I have to deal with you" lighthearted attitude that applies both ways, if that makes sense. Or if anything I said makes sense, really.

Personally, I like to imagine that in the post-ending scenario, the two of them have a strong friendship, with Stubborn helping Broken to not be as mopey as often, and with Broken helping Stubborn to slow down and not get himself excessively injured (especially since in my version of post-ending scenario, voices can actually die)... I also just think it would be funny if Stubborn self-appointed himself Broken's personal trainer, and Broken was having none of that /lh

OTP

I'm not sure if I have a solid OTP for Broken; I have a few ships I kind of like, but nothing that I go crazy over like ParaHero or Skeptunist. I really like CageBroken, there are some lovely lines that Broken says during that route, he is so considerate and gentle towards her:

"The poor thing... she thinks it's easier to be detached. But buried pain is still pain, whether she knows it or not."

"She's sacrificed a lot to get here. More than we did, I think."

I also like the idea of SmittenBroken, with both of them recovering from their unhealthy devotions to their respective Princesses... But I haven't really explored that idea too much yet (SmittenBroken shippers didn't get to me yet, but they likely will succeed if they do /lh)

Honorable mention goes to CheatedBroken because of a specific, interdimensional version of it that I really, really like :]

nOTP

Don't think I have any! The closest would probably be TowerBroken, but it's such an interesting exploration of an imbalanced / abusive relationship, with room for reconciliation (especially with new Apotheosis), that I can't put it as a nOTP.

random headcanon

I headcanon that my Broken has a mild case of chronic fatigue syndrome. I keep imagining him as a low-energy person, who generally prefers calmer and less energy-intensive activities, and so making this partially be a result of a physical condition made sense to me.

Disclaimer: I'm no medical professional, and I don't have CFS myself (at least I don't think so). I try my best to do research to write it accurately and respectfully, but if I make any mistakes in my portrayal of CFS with this HC, my sincerest apologies! You are always welcome to correct me in DMs or send me an ask about it <3

unpopular opinion

I'm not sure how unpopular of an opinion it is, but I very much subscribe to the idea that post-ending Broken was greatly affected by Paranoid!Apotheosis, and I write pretty much every scenario (that's not in-game canon) from that perspective. Am I being reductive in his character? Maybe, I can't tell, and I hope I'm not, but I really, really, really like Broken's start of recovery in Apotheosis, and I can't help but want to push that line of thinking with his character ( T v T )

song i associate with them

I love Anti Beat by DECO*27 as a weird mix / duet between Tower and Broken... so not 100% Broken song, but I'll include it here anyway:

"What part of me do you like?

If you tell me, I'll do anything for you

If I’m told “I love all of you, every single part”,

I’ll just be filled with hate

I absolutely detest the “me” that you love

Listen to this selfishness of mine!"

"All that you’ve done for me, all that you’ve given me, it has turned me into such a mess"

favorite picture of them

I genuinely love and adore how my unbroken Broken during the Wild turned out. I also love sharing the fact that Broken is supposed to be a very soft, fluffy bird (in terms of his plumage / feathers) because he is based on a dove species... but as a result of the game events, he lost about half of his feathers. Poor Broken :[

[alice-after-dark]

Me everyone doing a head canon of Vox being rich in life or child abuse of being a child actor: okay sounds fun

Also me who has a more darker version of the 1950s especially during the Cold War. In terms of espionage and mind control: what if Vox was an alexample of human experimentation. The CIA literally did Project MKUltra on citizens and foreigners alike and sent them to detention centers. Vox hates his brainwashing abilities bc it reminds him of what he had to suffer through and a constant reminder that he does not have the charisma to sell products. Just a push in the right direction.

I mean whenever he gets out of control his eye flares involuntarily. Without control. Also his mechanical body can represent the loss of control over his life. The loss of autonomy when he glitches. Reminds him of the pain of the experience in his human life.

Maybe if he was released he got a job as a television broadcaster. The Trust Us brand was US propaganda he just internalized. He has no respect for governmental bodies he just wants power because power is given to you by pain and not be people.

Sorry for rambling and if it doesn’t make any sense.

Oh friendo, you are speaking my language.

I think it is absolutely criminal how little this fandom truly gets into the historical stuff. There's so much potential! While yeah, I do think the usual headcanon of wealthy Vox or child actor, etc. sounds fun and does work very well for him, there's just so much potential here. It's the 1950s, man!

Trigger warning for abuse, loss of autonomy, and other canon-typical triggers.

I actually have random notes about a Vox-MKUltra idea around here somewhere lol It's so cool! Like he literally has brainwashing abilities and is from the 1950s, how has no one brought this up yet?! I love your take on this, it's such a cool idea! And the whole idea of the mechanical body being a representation of the loss of his autonomy and free will? How he is a commodity himself? Genius.

That would be so cool about the propaganda. Like ngl your post is really making me wonder if there's not some actual truth to what you're saying. Even without the MKUltra angle (though it's very cool so I prefer it with lol), being a TV host or something similar in the 1950s probably would have seen him peddling some propaganda with everything going on. Makes a lot of sense why he would be very good at it now.

Thank you so much for sharing!

[weidli]

#“let his flaw be hubris not uncertainty” EXACTLY#that whole last paragraph had me nodding at high speeds (i Always want you to expound on ponderings btw)#esp the bit about q being actually quite well adjusted like he has cats he has friends he has things he enjoys outside work while james#bond. well we have all seen james bond have we not#(there's a whole essay i could write about specific patterns of characterizing james and q in 00q fandom one sees a lot esp in the like#immediately post skyfall era of fandom but i'll probably never write it because i'd want to support my claims with citations and citing#specific fics in order to tear apart the characterization is a dick move. but also it's so interesting to me#like okay the q characterization issues i can kind of forgive because there just wasn't all that much screentime of him#but it's fascinating what specific characterization beats for james bond crop up in fics of that era that are Explicitly Contradicted#by cr/qos but i guess served to fit 00q into the mold of what was considered an appealing ship dynamic at the time#it's a really interesting phenomenon that i enjoy thinking about in abstract as like a study of how fandom works/worked#but also makes it really hard to find fic that gets into the dynamic between 00q that i find compelling. i.e. the one where q is NOT the#neurotic manic pixie dream girl subbier one in the equation. sorry but that is james bond. cmon)#And i'm with you completely on that point and if cheetah-coding is generally understood to include that sort of neurotic then I also don't#think Q fits into it lol#In re: the control thing yes I also think Q would not particularly benefit from giving up control as a thing. james is definitely the#one who takes the iron control over himself at all times because he has to be On he has to do it Right so on thing to an unhealthy point#and really needs someone to dom him about a bit so he can let go of all that#whereas q's control is much more balanced and fits him naturally thus i don't think him giving it up wholly esp To bond would benefit#either of them really. what i was trying to get at is more the hm. ramifications of being a really really competent livestock guardian dog#who is also perfectly aware from the start that a significant chunk of those he's guarding ARE being herded to the slaughter and#sometimes he can't prevent it and sometimes he COULD but for Reasons the good of The Mission demands that he doesn't#like a field agent gets captured and tortured or something and q COULD probably blow up the building if he tried but also everyone#including the agent themselves doesn't want him to because mission goals etc etc. which results in perhaps not a giving up of control#but in a having to restrain oneself from exercising it. he HAS to step away and take his hands off it#and THATS the sort of situation where having bond around (esp if bond has already retired) would be steadying/reassuring in that specific#way. because he never has to give up control over bond again in that way! bond is here and his and safe and . to get back to the#original post lol. another situation in which q collaring/having already collared bond would be GREAT for both of them#bond is luxuriating in having q tangibly obviously Want him and want to keep him and want to keep him safe forever in a way bond can#feel all the time. and q is steadied by the knowledge that he has james and has kept him safe and james wants him to be doing this and

Just noticed that tumblr killed the last few sentences of these tags and with it my final conclusion so i guess i'm reblogging my own ramblings in order to say that the original conclusion here (which phrasing i cannot quite remember) was something along the lines of. the comfort for q not being in GIVING UP control (which is i think more of an active factor contributing to the stress) but in concentrating fully on the control he HAS over bond and on the fact that bond is just as into this situation as he is. and the collaring thing even outside a sexual context just works for both of them as tangible evidence of this. and the added layer of q having Made it so to bond it's evidence also of q putting in time and effort to make it suit bond perfectly and to q it's evidence that bond wants and enjoy that q puts in that effort. Opposite of the sweater curse lol

meanwhile, Iiiii am marinating on the idea of Bond getting a handcrafted leather collar from Q (lovingly handcrafted, of course, by Q). it would be soooo good for him, it'd be like having Q's hand at his throat and on his nape all the time. it'd be a tangible sign that Q wants him and more importantly, wants to keep him. it would keep him soooo anchored and centered and grounded. it would be so so good for him and he would love it so much

[rainnoblade]

I’m sorry but why is Sauri so pretty-

Kinda curious though- is Sauri’s dynamic with Phil any different just wondering

thank you!!! im glad you think she's pretty i always did too lol

your ask actually inspired me to make a new vid so here it is, and my ranting is below :D

c!saur's relationships would definitely be a lot better than c!wils, but it would give or take be the same. she has more balls than he does to own up to her mistakes, even though she's still not very good at it. Saurissa has a lot of issues she doesn't want to address, I kinda imagine her having really drastic mood fluctuations [depressive, manic], and that shows big time with how she handles her problems.

[I actually have another comic I made a while ago of her apologizing to tommy]

her relationship with Phil would be less strained, and phil is 10000% a girl dad in my au, cause I enjoy dadza alot. I was gonna make a comic about it but it ended up turning into an animatic lol. he loves her dearly but she doesn't want to be cared for, she doesn't want to put that on anyone. she pushes everyone away by giving them reasons to hate her, not much different from canon.

in my au, it's like a lot of others where Phil raised the neopolitan trio [tommy and tech aren't related, but through some weird magic whatever they look like Kristen and Phil's children]. being their first, he's always considered her his little angel of life [two wrongs make a right, I suppose], being the light of his life.

> side note I think saurissa and Techno would still look like twins after saurissa lost her wings, and before technos teeth grew in and his pink hair grew out [inheriting their mothers giant ringlet curls]. both of them age slower than normal, so they would have quite a bit of history before saur found tommy and brought him home like some sad stray cat.

but after saur was born and was left in the care of her father, he did his best taking care of her despite the loss of his wife. she's definitely his favorite child, and didn't lose that status after he killed her, but he wouldn't have been able to be around Ghostissa.

Techno is the one he's closest with [became closer friends after he grew up] [very strained relationship with tommy], but Saur is his favorite child, being his first and reminding him of her mother.

After everything when she goes on her apology arc and tries to reconnect with her family, he accepts her back in with open arms. he's, of course, still wary and doesn't let his guard down completely- still afraid of being put in a bad spot because of her again- but she's his child and he would still love her unconditionally despite their rocky relationship.

cause it would be a lot of ups, and way more downs, and I'd say he almost got sick of trying to make it better so he retreated, not talking to her or interacting after she got revived. he would let ghostissa hang around and treated her kindly, but wouldn't be able to look her in the eye. when she finally reached out to him, he warily let her back in, still wanting to make it better.

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[kate-bot]

REQUIRED READING for any noisecouple enjoyers: @manicplank 's "the colour pink" fic ITS SOOOO GOOD and i just had to do a little animation of their date.... so so so so cute i love them forever

gif version under the cut:

idk why it loses so much quality . kind of annoying but oh well

[chaosxcrushed]

There's a certain CCCC summary video that we really, really like. We think it is a great video for people if they want to grasp the story more clearly, if they're confused, or if they're listening to the album for the first time.

That video being Chonny Jash and the Weight of the Mind on Youtube by W3tBl@nk3t. We think they cover it really well.

However, I'm sharing this for a different reason; they say few certain things that really struck with us until now, that I'd like to share with the fandom. Sometimes, we see people really just.. Miss the point of CCCC entirely, and I'd like to shine a light on what was said here. If you'd like to hear this for yourself on video, the timestamp is 35:57-36:45.

“..I bet we all could relate to that, they are the prime example of the side of you that suffers and the side of you that hates yourself for suffering:

The side of you that just wants to slow down and feel everything even to the unhealthy extent of not being able to do anything else(1), but also the side of you that so desperately wants you to get over it(2).

Sure, laying in bed all day every day to rot isn't healthy, but neither is boiling things down and invalidating your own emotions. Both are paths to inevitable disaster, and that's what Chonny is doing here. Keep in mind that the idea behind this album is being whole, and that means neither of these sides are entirely in the right or the wrong; this album is about inner compromise and acceptance(3).”

1.) The side of you that suffers; Heart. He is representative of Whole's emotions, he holds them. Your emotions can go haywire, especially when one's mentally ill and has no way of their feelings being validated. An emotional person like Heart suffers under the weight of crushing, devastating feelings. He wants to feel things out, have time to just process everything, even if it takes them days or weeks to get over it. It's not healthy, but feeling is what he does, and he wants to help because he knows he has importance. Solely focusing on just your emotions isn't the best thing to do, however.

2.) The side of you that so desperately wants you to get over it; Mind. Many people have been there, have wanted themselves to stop wallowing in their own emotions and just do something else, even to the point where you think feeling things out is unnecessary. This is also unhealthy, but not intentionally. Like Heart, Mind just wants to help, everything he does is in best interest. This is what he thinks will get them to move on the quickest; to leave behind emotions and focus on anything BUT that. Also not the best thing to do.

3.) This album is about inner compromise and acceptance; About being whole. Neither of Heart and Mind are right nor wrong. They have their own ways of doing things, of what they think will help their whole self out the most, but both are unhealthy despite the good intentions. They fight over who's wrong or right, when they shouldn't even be doing so in the first place. It's your thoughts against your emotions, basically; your feelings contradict your thoughts, and it leads to an inner war of sorts. This won't make things better, which is why you can't have Mind over Heart or vice versa; you'll need both of them. In the album, they are only able to be whole when they get along. They harmonize, they 'combine', they see eye to eye with each other and work together instead of fighting over and over. Inner compromise is achieved with this, and acceptance can lead them away from any disaster that there's to come.

What we're trying to say is that mental health is a large thing tackled within CCCC, and yet we see a lot of people who overlook it; thus, end up missing the point of the whole album. We see a lot of people believe Mind's perspective a little too much and treat Heart quite harshly, or the other way where people demonize Mind and say that Heart is perfect, when it's not really that in the slightest.

This is not a hate post towards people's interpretations of CCCC or how they view characters, I'm just saying that people can tend to overlook what's in the very narrative, and we see a concerning amount of people do such.

Anyways. Stream CCCC and put your Hearts and Minds in the get along shirt. Have a nice day.