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shikai-the-storyteller · 1 year ago

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UEUEUEUEUEUEU ILL SEND YOU THIS WHILE WAITING TO SEE BOBBYS STATUS.

Dw idm u answering publicly, I want everyone to be cursed w the thought that Rubius is a babygirl and a very bad one at that <3

Honestly I've only read a few explanations of their lore and bits about their relationship but they seem sooooo,,, /pos. Like they have such a fun and silly dynamic that has this air of toxicity and their loves feels quite self destructive bc rubius is kind of a destructive force of nature of a person who has a tendency to hurt those around him, perhaps as a defense mechanism or perhaps out of simply not understanding there are consequences to the things he does while vegetta is someone far too forgiving, he continues to love rubius despite how much he hurts himself, others, and vegetta himself. I'm not saying cubito rubius is an awful person but from what I've seen he is,,, complex. Difficult despite seeming silly. I could be just completely wrong tho LOL I am doin my best I prommy

ANYWAYS IM CHEERING U ON IN WRITING!!! I'd love to talk to u abt them more and learn more abt rubegetta bc like. Look. Theres no way q!vegetta isnt hung up on that demon idc,,,

I'm likewise waiting for the Eggstatistics (which will probably get posted while I'm in the middle of writing this) (EDIT: IT DID) and you gave me the opportunity to infodump so prepare for an essay LMAO

There are SO many layers to Rubius and Vegetta’s relationship (both romantic and friendship-wise), and that complexity makes them fascinating characters to study. I’ve been discussing this a lot in private lately, but I feel like there’s quite a bit of misinformation / misinterpretations of Rubius and Vegetta’s relationship amongst some of the newer fans who might not know some key components of their personality and their relationship dynamic as a whole (which is understandable since the majority of their lore came from Karmaland, and a lot of newer fans only speak English / only watch QSMP), so ALLOW ME TO ELABORATE:

I think of the two, Rubius definitely gets mischaracterized the most (which, again, maybe isn't too surprising since not everyone watched Karmaland and he hasn't been on the QSMP server too much lately). I could go off on a tangent here and list my frustrations about the people who harassed him for his role / his actions during the Egg event / whining about ships to the point where he decided not to log into the server again ‘til the Egg event is over, but that's ultimately irrelevant to this discussion.

“Their love feels quite self-destructive” is a really good way to sum things up, because Rubius is a pretty self-destructive man. Rubius is, fundamentally, a man who is full of love for the people he cares about, but those feelings are in direct conflict with his reluctance to let people get close to him (and his commitment issues). He can freely give hugs and kisses (and more) to Vegetta, but when it comes to expressing his true thoughts and feelings, he’s pretty emotionally constipated. We’ve already seen this a few times on the QSMP server – when Rubius visits on Vegetta’s birthday, he sings him the most beautiful heartfelt love song ever, but as soon as it’s over and Vegetta tries to talk to him, Rubius runs away. Even in Karmaland V, when hooked up to a lie detector and asked about his feelings for Vegetta, Rubius tried to wiggle his way out of answering. Only when the world was literally ending and they all thought they were gonna die did Rubius finally admit his feelings, shouting his confession and his love for Vegetta at the top of his lungs.

(The real tragedy here is that it was so chaotic with everyone shouting, Vegetta never heard his words…)

Although it’s easy to slap the label “toxic” on Rubius, I think that’s unfair to him and his character, as well as his intentions. He truly does love Vegetta with all his heart, in every universe, and he doesn’t want to hurt him, but Rubius doesn’t want to get hurt either. The Meteor shower conversation gives us a clear understanding of that:

Rubius: I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to get my hopes up, and then get hurt. It's happened to me many times before. Especially here in Karmaland. Vegetta: Have you had lovesickness? Rubius: Yes. In Karmaland, everywhere, in real life... I'm already used to getting beaten. Vegetta: That's a pity... Rubius: I just want someone to take care of me, and that's it. I don't ask for much. Vegetta: I'm very protective.

The way I see it, Rubius is afraid of his feelings for Vegetta, because the larger his love grows, the larger that potential for hurt and disappointment gets. Does this excuse all his actions? No, of course not, however there’s a big difference between doing something out of self-preservation (possibly as a trauma-response, depending on how you interpret his character) and doing something with the intent to hurt someone.

IMO, Rubius isn’t a toxic guy, he just needs therapy.

Vegetta doesn’t get mischaracterized quite as often, though I do feel like people have a tendency to put him on a pedestal and minimize the flaws he has. I’m a massive Vegetta fan, but this guy’s far from perfect. He’s self-centered, borderline narcissistic sometimes, and he’s a very prideful man. He’s never left Rubius at the altar, but he’s still had his fair share of “oopsies” and "yikes" in their relationship. One (which I’m surprised people don’t talk about more) is an incident from Karmaland IV where Vegetta, very unhinged and mentally unstable at the time, kidnapped Rubius’ wife Nieves and threatened her with a sword, saying, “If Rubius can’t be mine, he can’t be anyone’s.”

For the longest time I genuinely thought that line came from a fanfic or something, then I stumbled upon the clip one day and I was just like:

Anyways

In Karmaland V, Rubius became very close with a little alien child named Titi. He took care of Titi like he was his own son, and despite his attempts at emotionally distancing himself early on so he wouldn’t get attached, Rubius wound up caring a lot for him.

Then Titi died.

It was basically Rubius’ worst nightmare come to life – he’d let himself get close to Titi, he’d loved him unconditionally and let Titi into his heart, and Titi’s death utterly destroyed him. Everyone in Karmaland was affected by the death, but Rubius took it especially hard because of how close they were. Rubius was hurting badly and resorting to terrible coping strategies to deal with the pain, and Vegetta…

Well. Vegetta wasn’t very nice about it.

There are a lot of ways we could interpret Vegetta’s actions and words during this time – maybe he’s not super sensitive when talking about death since he’s probably some kind of demigod, maybe he speedran the grieving process, maybe he thought brutal honesty and direct action would help Rubius “snap out of it” sooner. However you see it, ultimately it did a lot more harm than good for Rubius’ overall mental health.

I bring these examples up not to paint their relationship as toxic or negative, but rather to express just how complex it is. Because, despite all their mistakes and drama and heartbreak, at the end of the day, Rubius and Vegetta still love each other more than anything else. Even towards the end of Karmaland V when they were quite literally on opposite sides of the battlefield (one supporting Quackity, the other supporting Luzu), their true loyalties lay with one another. When Rubius was hit by an enemy, Vegetta defended him with his life, and when Vegetta was hurt, Rubius did the same.

Yes, Rubius doesn't really know how to handle healthy relationships, and yes, Vegetta tends to forgive him too easily, but that doesn't erase the love they have. The key we need to remember here is that Rubegetta is a telenovela that sits squarely in the romcom category. They may wander into other genres and tropes from time to time, but they will always gravitate back to one another. Whether you define that as fate or soulmates or just sheer dumb luck, the facts remain and the love is there.

PHEW anyways that felt good to get out, I have so many thoughts on Rubegetta so I appreciate the excuse to rant. I'm always happy to chat about these two! :D And you're so right - Vegetta is so smitten for that demon, I hope he gets to meet the angel too. I hope Rubius comes back soon so Vegetta can see his Osito Fiu Fiu, but in the meantime, we'll have to keep wishing and praying just like Vegetta...

(ALSO THANK YOU the current chapter of that dang Rubegetta fic is kicking my butt rn because it's the only chapter I didn't outline and life events keep interrupting me when I try and work on it, but it IS getting chipped away at bit by bit! I hope folks enjoy the outcome when it's released :D)

#Karmaland #QSMP #Rubius #Vegetta777 #Rubegetta #Vegetta #i talk #qsmp talk #ethogirlie #replies #QSMP Analysis

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verdemoun · 5 months ago

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If it hasn’t been mentioned before how did Sadie die in the canon timeline before getting timewarped and how was Jake found? I think they are super interesting considering how they weren’t even married for 3 years yet before the events of the first mission (they were married in September and the game starts in May) Also another random question but did any of the gang bond over the different instruments they played (ex Sadie-Harmonica, Pearson-Accordion, or Javier-Guitar) and speaking of Javier did he ever learn electric guitar? [Sorry if my bombarding you with questions is annoying or overwhelming I’m just very hyper fixated on Rdr2 and love this au <3 /lh/pos]

pls never apologise i love asks my inbox is officially empty again rip so to all pls feel free to send any more questions about timewarp or my general rdr2 addled brain.

Sadie makes me so sad esp in the epilogue she literally makes the comment i wanna die like she is such an incredible character but she is so defeated by losing her husband, and then finding the gang only to lose them as well. After Micah's death she didn't even have revenge to live for. Also being at John and Abigail's wedding? As beautiful as the day was and as happy as she was for them, being reminded of her own wedding, everything she lost, how much she loved her husband. I think that the passive suicidality/recklessness she was putting into bounty hunting would've caught up with her really quickly and she was shot and killed by some unknown outlaw she was trying to bring in no later than 1908.

Jake bless was very much not someone anyone thought to look for fortunately with living with Sadie in such an isolated area he's a proper survivalist and just lived camping on public land doing odd jobs like farm work where he could to earn some cash for basic necessities and was just rolling with it. He's very laid back go with the flow type guy who was not nearly as panicked about waking up in modern era as he should have been.

It's completely stupid how they ran into Jake Adler. The gang were in public talking too loud about 1899 and he casually walked up to them like oh hi were you guys also magically teleported 100 years into the future after dying??

Kieran was terrified of Jake and expected some sort of retribution for being an O'Driscoll like literally shuffling to hide behind other members of the gang terrified but they actually ended up being besties because Jake knows loads about gardening and homesteading and they got to bond over 'fuck Colm O'Driscoll' and just being gentle souls they vibe so well.

Gets a new cabin away from everything and starts rebuilding his homesteading life so everything is perfect for when Sadie comes back.

It's so obvious how Jake and Sadie's dynamic worked the second they met Jake Adler. He is the sweetest, most disgustingly soft man to ever exist. He has bi wife energy. If he had survived instead of Sadie, he would not have made it in the gang. He gets emotional over the idea of using pesticides to keep bugs off his tomatoes. He is malewife extraordinaire and cries at least once a week about missing his wife who he is nauseatingly in love with.

He went with them to get Sadie obviously and the gang were a little nervous how he would respond to bounty hunter more ghost than people living weapon that is the Sadie Adler they knew? Plus this is post Micah's death so they heard ALL about that as well. Sadie Adler is terrifying. How could such a delicate marshmallow man handle it?

It is immediately very obvious that that's just Sadie's personality. It is exaggerated but very much just how she's always been she could say the most threatening violent comment with the coldest scowl and Jake's just there like wow that's my wife isn't she amazing <3 <3 <3

He is not at all surprised she became a bounty hunter and murderer she was always capable of it he just asked her nicely not to kill people so she didn't but she was always that one thing away from becoming the woman we know and love. Also how quickly Sadie goes from cold scowl to smiling affectionately kissing her husband like he is her squishy soft rock.

Also Sadie is very much bisexual being in a relationship with a man does not erase that Jake has always known and is very supportive every night he gives thanks to the women who fumbled Sadie Adler so he could marry her. Gender roles are not welcome in their relationship hell gender as a concept doesn't belong in their relationship they both wear skirts on hot days and Jake wears lipstick more often than Sadie does. Sadie pegs.

She met him at the stables he was working at, picked him up like a stray cat and said we're married now. She proposed to him and he cried. Finding someone who complimented her in every way was a once in a million and she never moved on from that. He enjoys the domestic chores she loathes, never questions or raises an eyebrow at her wearing pants or wielding a gun. Both of them happy to move into the middle of no where because neither one of them wanted their dynamic being scrutinized like they are happy being in their own world regardless of era.

The gang are still in awe of how well they balance each other out. There was divine intervention in them being so perfectly made for each other let alone finding each other in canon era it's so much clearer how they seemed so lost and distraught being apart. Why Sadie was still mourning and talking about Jake in 1907 when she had lost him for longer than she'd known him at that point. Two people could not be more perfect for each other.

SECOND POINT

Sadie starts playing harmonica again now that she has her Jakey back. And Jake, who in a similar way stopped playing when he didn't have his Sadie his amore, gets another violin (this is a hc that I will die defending let him play fiddle while Sadie's on harmonica little homesteading country music losers). Charles also plays harmonica and it is very 'same hat!!' when they realize. Teach each other songs too.

Javier plays around with electric guitar but is an acoustic purist, but because Isaac plays electric guitar they have great little jam sessions together. Javier loves having someone who asks questions and wants to learn guitar like Isaac is pretty good by the time 1911 gang arrive but he is so happy to also have someone who likes guitar as much as he does and he can learn from. Rip Isaac's friends trying to keep up 'hey you up for crime this afternoon' 'no sorry i'm going to go play guitar with my stoner mexican uncle. his autistic boyfriend who is also a stoner is making soda bread!'

Uncle gets a banjo again and also a ukulele because he thinks they look goofy.

Also Sean plays jaw harp? Fun character fact. Lenny also forgets this fact and can be found walking around the house looking for whatever bug is making that weird buzzing noise and turns out Sean couldn't sleep and was just boinging along with his jaw harp.

Gang bonfire nights go wild on the jam sessions. Little southern orchestra with the banjo, two harmonicas, a fiddle, a jaw harp and guitars all going.

#rdr2 timewarp au #sadie adler #jake adler

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the-real-agatha-harkness · 3 months ago

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I'm tired. Too tired to show you.

I want to give you my soul. Give you it so you can see how much it''s changed. How much it's grown.

These words do no justice to the things I feel. So I try my best anyway.

I wish to let you have my emotions. So you can feel how much I need you with all my heart.

You are perfect. Innocent in every way a creature can be. You listen to me and my imperfections, and you do not judge, but instead give hope and worth.

I wish for you to feel my thoughts. Feel that all of them surround you. Envoleped in your warmth, protected from the cold.

You see me in a way no one else could. A thing that is loving and soft. I am rough, and scarred. But all you see is my positivity, when there is barely any at all.

I wish you could hear what I hear. The music you made for me. The people around me saying how much happier I am.

My words don't do your beauty, inside and out, justice. You make light for all those around you. My sun, moon, and stars.

I wish you could see what I see. The purest, handsomest, loveliest creature on earth, and otherwise.

I love you Cinnamon Bun.

my love....your gonna make me cry /pos

I love you so so so so much and I would genuinely do anything for you

If your parents tried to send you away I would somehow get to you and save you even if I had to run away from my home

If anyone even tries to hurt you, I will stop at nothing to protect you

Everytime I sing a love song I think of you

Everytime I read a love story I think of you

Everytime I see a coyote or a Robin I think of you

I will always love you my darling

If you left I would wait forever for you

I can't die because I can't leave you behind

I love you so so much

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anachronismstellar · 4 months ago

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NHS post canon

Here we go folks! All the requests for NHS on the Wip Wednesday community!

If you wanna see more of this, don't hesitate to send me an ask! :D Make me write!

@aparticularbandit

He ought to let go of his dark thoughts for now. It wouldn't be a good idea to let his mask slip, even if no one called him “Headshaker" no more, not every one knew the monster that lurked behind it.

The innkeeper brought his bottle, leaving right after with a quick bow, rushing to tend to other tables, the place too busy for him to keep all his attention on Huaisang.

@post-and-out

He had chosen to wear more discreet robes today, but still, there weren’t many cultivators that kept a saber instead of a sword, and even fewer ones that carried a fan like he did. With these two things combined, it wasn’t hard to identify him if one knew what to look for. And people knew what to look for.

@wizisbored

That's precisely the reason why he sat on the far back of the room, not to hide himself, he knew it was useless to try to do so, but to have an ounce of privacy while he waited. If one thing he learned from his revenge was that the Cultivation world was worse than old ladies with gossip; no Sect Leader could sneeze without it being the hot topic for the week. At some point, he had started to fan himself again, slowly sipping his wine, watching the room emptying as time passed by.

@1attheedge

He wasn’t hunting ghosts but hunting nonetheless and would do him no good to expose himself early in the game.

Finally, when he had almost lost hope and left the inn, the room dove into silence, followed by a flood of talking. Whispers of “Lan-gongzi” spread like fire, even so he kept his eyes away from the striking figure dressed in white and blue, pretending not to see him walking straight towards Nie Huaisang's table.

@scifikimmi (Ikr?? I love him too, fav dark gray moral blorbo ♡)

Hn. Maybe finishing a second bottle hasn't been the best idea, he thought as he tried to ignore the tingle in his fingers, the heat burning his stomach. He knew better than to drink so much, especially Emperor's Smile, it left him in a bad mood, resentment dripping from him like a summer rain, but he could only stand so much of Caiyi Town without alcohol to cope.

@whimsicalmeerkat

“Nie-zongzhu.”

Ah. Here we go, then.

Nie Huaisang took a moment to look at the Lan disciple in front of him, keeping his movements sluggish, an aloof smile on his lips. He didn't get up, but he tilted his body deeply forward as a sign of respect.

@disastardly

“Lan-gongzi,” he answered back, gesturing for the other to sit down. “What an honorable surprise. Would you like some tea? This inn has a lovely blend, I believe it is Zewu-jun's favorite.”

@gnomer-denois

The flinch was so honest that Nie Huaisang almost felt bad for the boy. Well, not actually a boy anymore. The kid had grown up to be a fine man, and probably he would be a very good Sect Leader, some day from what Huaisang had heard.

@agent-p-94

“Nie-zongzhu, with all due respect, I only came here to understand the meaning of this,” then he threw a sheet of paper on the table, the good quality and weight making it land on the wood with a soft thump. Huaisang stared as his own handwriting, not bothering to read the content but searching for any clues of it being altered somehow. Not that he believed that any person from the Lan Clan would do anything to it. It would certainly break at least ten rules if they did so. But. Well.

@lizhly

(no regrets no mercy >:) but who knows, this talk might help him with all the resentment! lol)

Old habits die hard, don't they, San-ge? “I'm glad to help, Lan-gongzi. Which part didn't you understand?” “EVERYTHING!” he shouted in the most un-Lan manner Nie Huaisang had ever seen.

And that's all for NHS pos Canon! Where am I going with this? No idea! Was I planning to add poor Lan Jingyi to NHS mess? Nope! But I love him and I wanna try my hand at a more mature LJY.

BTW, MDZS has a lot of honorifics and cultural aspects that I only know from watching the live action and the animation. I did a lot of research, but this is my first time writing for the fandom. If I need to change anything or if there's any Mandarin/cultural mistakes, please let me know!

#writing #my writing #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #MDZS #Nie Huaisang #NHS post canon #lan jingyi #lets see how this goes 👀

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goferwashere · 8 months ago

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wait srry if asks rnt open but im a chismoso so hopefully this is OK to ask ;; is the little character in ur banner and pfp ur sona ? they r so silly looking i love it sm but also why is it chowing down on a hotdog bun filled with butter . DONT ELABORATE IF THERES A PERSONAL BACKGROUND ATTACHED TO IT PLS but i srsly think it's so cutesie and ive been curious abt it 4 a hot min ✝️

SAW THE NOTIFICATION AND I ROSE FROM THE DEAD BUGGY U JUST OPENED THE GATES OF HELL /POS

ALSO ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!! UNLESS THE BUTTON IS GONE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ASKS ANYTIME I LOVE GETTING THEM :DD

ASHSHSSH THANK YOU !!! Yes this is my sona her name is RB 😋 she has lore and comes from her own world but I use her like a persona :3

Here’s the OG image along with a couple others of her :D

Also her as a character can’t speak so she uses ASL to communicate (hence the banner she’s holding) so I don’t use ASL but I do use a website when I draw her speaking

funny ass gif lawllll (she’s signing ‘I am not a crook’) (yes TV Girl reference) the frame rate is too fast but I can’t fix it now

ALSO ALL OF THIS ART IS OLDER. NOTHING NEW FOR THESE GUYS FOR A WHILE I NEED TO MAKE NEW ART FOR THEM 💔💔

auughhh and her lore if you wanna read below but I understand that OC lore isn’t everyone’s thing

OKAY SO she comes from a universe where her kind are robots made by a company to terraform planets for the ultra wealthy. So if you have the funds you can purchase a whole planet and whole armies of these little bots will shape it however you want.

BUT. While on the assembly line, before even recovering her directive, a portal opens up and throws her into this odd pocket dimension, which is just a half built city floating in a bright void. (Also when I say half finished I mean more like brutalist aesthetic with just concrete and no glass on the windows)

This place (named ‘Gearsky’ by locals because massive floating gears are the only thing that exist here outside of the city itself) is full of people from their own dimensions just trying to get by. She explores, and comes across a little bear being picked on in an alleyway. (The lil green bear [party bear] in the pics above)

She saves him and then it subconsciously becomes her prime directive to help Party Bear get home/care for him. So they set up base in one of the empty apartments and she just sorta takes care of him.

NOW. How do you get home you may be asking? Well it’s easy. You just need to beat someone in a deathmatch.

Enter the only form of entertainment on this island. The man who is the dictator of this place and subsequently the host of this game, aptly named Host, loves running this game. The rules are simple. 3 people enter, and two can leave alive. Only one needs to die, and the other two can get sent home. The only thing is, you have no idea who you’re going up against.

Now, RB, being a bot made to terraform, has some power behind her with her explosive abilities. But Party Bear has no defenses. So RB tries to strike a deal with Host.

She offers to kill both people in the ring with her for multiversal travel.

Host is intrigued by this offer, and accepts. After wiping the floor with her opponents, she’s granted access to all dimensions. She’s obviously excited and goes home to try and let Party Bear go home, but is heartbroken when she discovers that she’s the only one who can travel using the portals.

But this catches the attention of someone else.

Her future boss.

Another robot, by the codename TB-89.

He took note of her deal, and approached her with a job offer.

Man’s long story short she works for him as an assassin!

There’s so much more I wanna say but I know I can’t ramble on forever lol if you read all this then thank you so much for sticking it out 🤭 I hope you enjoyed it I love gushing about my characters

#THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS #I NEVER GET TO YAP LIKE THIS #oc artwork #my oc’s #oc animation #oc lore #persona lore #sona lore #idk how to tag this #gofers !! art

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definitelynotshouting · 1 year ago

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WAHOO im back part 3 :))) i reread the chapter

-☀️

"“Not like that, that’s for sure,” Grian says, and it bites, singing through the air with cruel finality. He can’t stop the way each syllable sharpens as he speaks. “So when I tell you I’m dying, maybe you should believe me.”"

- he's happy that when they are hurt by what he does/says at least he has control over this time. He's still keeping secrets. It's not until later that grian loses the upper hand he has keeping the way Watchers work a secret. Right now the others don't know what options they have, meaning that Grian can let himself die and there's nothing they can do about it. It's self destructive but he's smug about that, in a 'hahah im going to do this thing and theres nothing you can do about it' kind of way except the 'thing' is dying. He needs sooo much therapy

-☀️

"Despite everything, the day Grian was kicked from Hermitcraft, Scar had still watched him like someone he knew. Now, he stares at Grian as if he’s never seen him before."

- Before, Scar knew they didnt have all the pieces to the puzzle. He knew Grian creating the game wasnt as simple as it seemed, he knew there was something greater at play. Later, he says "that's just not your style...I never believed you would. Not even for a second". Now that all the cards are on the table, Scar can't comprehend how there was so much he missed. He knew that just before mcc and before the games Grian gets tired. He didnt know why. Theres so much Grian kept from everyone, and Scar slowly piecing it together only to realise just how much pressure has been on Grian's shoulders, how much emotional weight he must be carrying. I can only imagine how much of this Scar reads on Grian's face in this moment

-☀️

"Scar’s voice takes on an awed note— as if the simple act of slipping past Grian's defenses for the missing puzzle pieces changes anything between them. Soft as drifting snow, he whispers, “And that's why you won't let us help.”"

- blows you up with mind

- It does change something!! Scar now understands- to some extent at least- WHY grian is acting the way he is. GRIAN doesnt think this changes anything. The fact that people know his motives doesnt mean they know how to stop his code from unraveling, after all. Ohoho. Grian you underestimate the hermits. Do you really not understand how insane they are!! Scar and the others are ready to do whatever they need to to stabilise grian's code and make it so Grian is able to properly live alongside all of them, SAFELY. Without fear. But Grian is so convinced he's unloveable that he cant see this

-☀️

"At any other point, his palms would be a warm, grounding weight, laced with familiar lines and calluses; now, all Grian can focus on is the inexorable tilt of his entire world's axis as it falls apart."

- this line genuinely had me throwing my phone onto my bed and putting my head in my hands.

- There is no more running. No more hiding. Grian has spent his entire time as a Watcher-disguised-as-a-player pretending and hiding the truth of his existence. But now everything is out. Everything that grian has spent years hiding because of self-hatred and disgust, thinking he is a monster beyond help or love; there is not much left for him to hide. His world is falling apart, theres no way to recover his life before, the one he oh so carefully cultivated on Hermitcraft. That life is gone.

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Aldjnskajan. I hope this makes some sense 😭 i still have another section of quotes that i copied, but ill do those tomorrow (my time) because i am sleepy :)

AAAAA I WASNT ABLE TO GET TO THIS YESTERDAY ANON BUT WAAUGHHHHHH /POS THIS IS SOOOOOO

IM SENDING YOU BEAMS THIS IS SO SWEET AND VALIDATING TYSM YOU ARE AMAZING AND I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING AN EXCELLENT DAY

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #compliments #SORRY IM INCOHERENT RN I BARELY WOKE UP AND IVE BEEN EXTRA SLEEBY TODAY #BUT YOU ARE WELCOME IN MY INBOX ANY TIME U ARE TRULY SO FUCKING SWEET THANK U OMGGG #long post #txt

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silver-wield · 11 months ago

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As disappointing as all of these are and the message they're about to send across whatever that is, I also discovered that surprisingly there's a good chunk of people who actually think Cloud is just not himself and whatever he did, he was probably acting out thinking he was Zack (if his crossed arm held any indication that he was posturing like Zack always does). I mean of course by Jenova's BS. Sadly I do see some who thinks Cloud is indeed acting like a pos human being despite knowing full well what's up.. at least these people should have.... But it makes me wonder why there's more criticisms on cloud's side where in fact he's just brain fcked yet meanwhile aerith knows he gave tifa the flower and I think that "follow your heart" shows she goddamn knows it's mutual for tifa as well. Building up this so called "friendship" and then doing whatever pleases her after? Regardless of her reasons, she's still fcked up for doing this. People be acting like everything is fair game despite hurting people yet still pretending she's a good person and this is just her therapy session despite probably knowing cloud isn't well . I imagine tifa talked to her about the weird thing about cloud already like in the second trailer? But I wonder if that's why she gets that cloud isn't zack.. in the GS.. doesn't this make her an opportunistic bitch? Like good luck with making dedicated tifa fans sad for her death then. Man, I really hoped I could've liked her but SE relying on this "preference" to make it hurt for "this" people when she gets offed. 🙄 I thought they improved with their writing not to rely on such gimmicks. Still, this could still be all misdirection like the warped character descriptions (like stating cloud is a soldier on his profile) but yes depending on how they portray aerith and cloud, how would I feel for zack and tifa? Like yo, is SE coming at zack fans too like they are with Tifa's? I don't want anything less for them and I want an explicit explanation why those two are acting like pos. Like I don't care if it's optional, fcking explain yourself.

I just want this ltd bs to just die already that or I'd just go and play other games and forget this even existed because it's turning out to be getting pathetic if it wasn't already.

#ship war #for the fandom

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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 1 year ago

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So I’m bored and I’ve been considering it, and I think I’m going to actually follow through.

✨one shot requests✨

18+ only (minors please don’t interact)

If you have an idea, or concept you want to see written send it in to my ask box! It’s not 100% guaranteed to get a one shot, and if it doesn’t I’ll still toss ideas out there for it and maybe one of my followers might want to write it!

I write mostly Steddie, but I’m willing to do any platonic ship and Chrissy x Robin. (Though if there is another ship that’s romantic I’ll consider accepting your request)

I can deny some of the requests because they make me uncomfortable! Remember I don’t owe you anything.

I’m also doing this because I enjoy interacting with others! And i feel like I haven’t done much of that on here. So please send something in! I’ll gladly respond :)

(I’m a whore for attention and will do anything for it)

Asks can be anything! Requests for a one shot, gushing over a head cannon, just dropping in to say hi literally anything. Though if it’s a hate filled ask I’ll still respond because like I said I’m a whore for attention and you’re feeding me in a problematic way but still feeding me 😎

Writing Example;

"Chris, I think you need to cut back on 'The Last Of Us', It might be getting to your head because I will not die from foot fungus." He laughs gently, a small snort leaving him before he turns his head to look back forward. Carefully nodding his head in acknowledgement to a group of kids that he recognized from school. Wincing as his feet lands back onto dry pavement, causing him to bounce a little bit again, hearing the slight laughter from a couple of people around him.

"Athletes foot existed way before that show started to air Munson," Chrissy snorts out as she moves her hand up to her hair, that was down past her shoulders only for a second before she had to tie it up into ponytail for the pool. Wearing two hair ties on her wrist, one that was for her and the other for Eddie. Who had been too distracted with the idea of seeing a boy back from the dead then swimming or looking up pool rules."Now, don't change the topic! Did you? Or did you not come only for Steve Harrington?" She accuses, walking a bit faster to playfully poke the back of the others right shoulder. Green sandals slapping the scolding pavement loudly, nearly hitting the others heels in the process.

"Well there was that one other time when Johnny Depp's face randomly popped up in an ad when I was watching po-"

"Ew, don't you dare finish that sentence dude or I seriously jump in this pool and drown myself." Chrissy's nose is scrunched up at him in disgust. Gagging lightly as she quickly adds, "And there's children!" She squeals a little bit as they finally find the worst spot to sit at. A small area near the corner of the fence that everyone avoided due to the amount of ants that lived in said corner. Both of them scrunch their noses up at the sight of bugs, Eddie being extra careful not to squish any from underneath him as he held a battle with his sensitive feet.

"Well, you did ask me if I've ever come for anyone but Steve Harrington." Eddie comments with a sleazy smile, tilting his head to look away from the ground back to Chrissy. He knew exactly what he was doing as he keeps squirming around, eyes fleeting down to the towel that the other was carrying along with the bag filled with their things. Snapping his fingers at her to drop the towel to the ground, being impatient. Still doing a slight jig in attempt at making sure to keep his feet from burning to a crisp.

"I should let your feet burn off," She playfully growls, setting the bag down off to the side first, furthest away from the bugs as possible. Purposely not setting the towel down to the ground, knowing exactly what she was doing before quickly rolling up the towel in a tight twist. Swinging it in a small circle to get the twist effect before moving forward and slapping the others side with it, causing a loud slapping noise to go over the buzzing sound of chatter that surrounded them. Eddie yelps out, hand flying to his side skin turning a light pink with little goosebumps forming from where the towel impacted. Now hopping up and down in a little circle, hissing from the pain of his feet and his side. "Feet still hurt?" The girl teases, batting her eyelashes at him playfully. Breaking out in soft giggles when he begins to glare at her, though a softness still left in his demeanor.

"You abuse me woman," he whines in complaint right as she finally lays the towel out evenly on the ground. Barely getting it on the ground before Eddie's standing on top of it with a dramatic sigh. "Poor things were about to turn into fried dogs." He jokes, referencing his feet in a way that he knew Chrissy hated. Earning a small pinch at the fattiest part of his arm, causing him to giggle manically at the other. Closing his eyes for a second as the sun flashes itself into his eyes, blinding him leaving him to only be able to hear Chrissy digging into her bag loudly. Moving item after item around with soft clacks.

After a minute of hearing this, a soft "aha," was heard signaling Eddie to open his eyes to catch sight of Chrissy holding a ugly orange bottle. His nose scrunches up immediately when he sees the horribly animated sun with sunglasses on and goo going down the right side of its face. It was a horrible image and whoever approved it had some serious issues. He's pretty sure he could draw a logo that looked ten times better then that. Realization dawns on him when he realizes that the girl was going to try and put that stuff on him! He hated the feel of cold cream against his skin, and was already coming up with scenarios in his head on how he was going to drown himself as quickly as possible.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #Stobin #asks #one shot request #my requests are open

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starsburned · 4 months ago

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✏️ ✏️ ✏️ -yuan and dazai, shirase and dazai, Tsushima and ranpo, and elise and mori (and bonus elise and dazai if you feel up to it wheezes)

@memoryextrction

send me a ✏️ and i'll throw our muses into this generator.

yuanzai

Dazai: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Yuan: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Yuan: Is something burning? Dazai, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Yuan: Dazai, the toaster is literally on fire.

Dazai: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Yuan: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Dazai: That one. I want that one.

Yuan: How would you rate your pain? Dazai: 0/10. Would not recommend.

Yuan: The stars are so beautiful... Dazai: They're just giant balls of gas. Yuan: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Dazai: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Yuan: Oh...

Dazai: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Yuan: I wrote you a poem. Dazai, already crying: You did?

shirazai

Dazai: You know, when I first met you, I really didn’t like you. Shirase, after a moment: …I thought there was going to be another half to that sentence? Dazai: Nope!

Dazai: We both look very handsome tonight. Shirase: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." Dazai: I couldn't take that chance.

Dazai: Do you think sex without love is a sin? Shirase: If it is, I’ll see you in hell.

Shirase: *angrily presses Dazai against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Dazai: ... Dazai: Are we about to kiss-

Shirase: I’m doing what I can to jog your memory. Dazai: It’s jogging, I guess. Its tiddies are jiggling a little. Shirase: Nice.

Shirase: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Dazai: It was autocorrect. Shirase: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Dazai: Yes.

tsuran

Dazai: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you? Ranpo: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Ranpo: Heyyy Dazai, how’s your… drink?? Dazai: What do you mean drink? It’s coffee. Ranpo: You sure?? *Looks to coffee maker* Dazai: *Looks to coffee maker* *Cement sitting beside the coffee maker* Dazai:...I’m on my third fucking drink right now, I should be dead.

Ranpo: Stay foxy. Dazai: Die lonely.

Dazai: Bro, I had a dream we fucked. Ranpo: Bro, relax it was just a dream. Dazai: Huh, gay, I wouldn’t fuck you. Ranpo: You wouldn’t? Dazai: I mean, unless you want to-

Ranpo: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Dazai: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Ranpo: What’s your body count? Dazai: Do you mean sex or murder?

mori & elise

*Mori and Elise are planning to break in somewhere* Mori: We need to distract the guards. Elise: Right. Mori: What are we gonna do? Elise: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. Mori:Elise:Mori: Deal.

Mori: Everything’s fine, Elise. Elise: Rintaro, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- *deep inhale* ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

Elise: Okay, if we can't do it by sheer force, we'll do it my way. Mori: But your way is sheer force!

Mori: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Elise: How can you still say that? Mori: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Mori: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie. Elise: Ooh, can we get some actual pie? Mori: I like the way you think.

Mori: Alright, listen up you little shits. Mori: Not you Elise. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

dazai & elise

Elise: An apple a day keeps the doctor away! Dazai: An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

Dazai, grinning: I have a knife! Elise: Put it down, Dazai. Dazai: Make me! *sprints away*

Elise, texting: Dazai, will you please go to sleep? Dazai, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up? Elise, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP! Elise, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon? Dazai, texting: I’m trying Elise, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH Elise, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

Elise: *sighs* I have no friends... Dazai:Dazai:��*coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

Dazai: Care to give a free sample to a pretty person? Elise, manning a bake sale and tired of their shit: Sure! You know one? Dazai:Dazai: Care to give a free sample to an ugly person?

Dazai: Do you guys hear something? Elise: I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up.

#[ muse : osamu dazai.#[ relationship : when love became an act of defiance.#[ relationship : show me that side that seems so dark & blind.#[ muse : ogai mori.#memoryextrction #i need tHE REST OF MY TAGS #but #i loved doing this tbh

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nebula-drcams · 4 months ago

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@angelicgentleman asked: ✭ Nimue, ✭ Damien, ✭ Gregory, aand ✭ Kokichi

FOR EVERY PERSON THAT SENDS ME ✭ I WILL GIVE YOU A RANDOM HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE. || Accepting

Damn okay Tea /pos

Nimue;;

I think I've shared this before but oh well, anyway she actually loves the idea of cooking or baking for people because her mother taught her at a very young age that food often brings people together and she believes that 100% { And more often than not it has worked }

Damien;;

Despite popular belief, I don't think Damien's really interested in sex as a whole. He's not ??? against it ??? but like, he doesn't see much of a point in it and will often ignore horny behavior. He'll joke about things, sure, but when actual advances are made on him, if its for title alone and not actually interest in him as a person he tends to bounce. Like nah chief that's not for me. Also don't use him as an escape, he hates that, cause he knows there are people out there who use sex as an escape and he doesn't want to feed into it.

Gregory;;

I do not believe Gregory received much ' love ' growing up, hence his seemingly constant need for attention and usually positive rather than negative. That being said, he's engrossed himself so much in his causes and work that love and romance is the last thing on his mind.

Kokichi;;

Surprise, I actually don't believe that Kokichi actually wanted Gonta to die. In fact, I think he regrets what he did but did it for a reason as we see towards the end of V3. It's very obvious that Kokichi lies to hide his true feelings about things and will proceed to do so because it's the only thing he knows how to do. But if he could, he would absolutely apologize to Gonta for tricking him and getting him killed in the end.

#angelicgentleman #★ ► ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ◄ ⌠ Headcanons ⌡#★ ► ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ♥ ◄ ⌠ Ask Answered ⌡#★ ► ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ◄ ⌠ Kokichi Ouma ⌡#★ ► ʜᴇʟʟꜰɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪᴍꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ◄ ⌠ Damien Thorn ⌡#★ ► ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇ; ʟᴀ ʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴏɴ! ◄ ⌠ Gregory ⌡#★ ► ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ; ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ◄ ⌠ Nimue Umiko ⌡

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ssumcity · 2 years ago

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Call Log (Teo): Day 155 - 177 (Planet Pi)

Day 155 “How to Let Your Imaginations Fly”

waketime: in

breakfast: out

lunch: out (paid option: Then it’s nothin :) This looks like a toilet but in fact…!)

dinner: in

bedtime: in (paid option: It was quite fine for me.. It was fun to talk about the exhibition with u lol)

Day 156 “Small But Precious”

waketime: out

breakfast: in + out (paid option: All the staffs might be yelling customer! customer! customer?!)

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 157 “A Very Minute Difference”

waketime: out

breakfast: out (paid option: I… didn’t even sit on a chair in the classroom)

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 158 “Please Treasure What You Have At Hand”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: out

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 159 “Unexpected Clone”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 160 “Wedding Photo Day”

waketime: out

breakfast: in (paid option: Arguing? What did Doyoung say?)

lunch: in

dinner: out (paid option: You already started glorifying the momories, hon!)

bedtime: none

Day 161 “Chickens DO Come With Wings, Remember?”

waketime: in

breakfast: out

lunch: in

dinner: out

bedtime: in (paid option: Are they real wings if you’re not able to fly?)

Day 162 “My Friend’s Wedding”

waketime: out

breakfast: in (paid choice: It turns out that it’s a long letter from harry with his mind beyond measure..)

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: out (paid option: Hey Teo, is two kids enough? I want at least twenty more)

Day 163 “Even Bigger World”

waketime: in

breakfast: in (paid option: What about in Teo’s mouth? No one can find it)

lunch: out

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 164 “Is This the Time When Honesty Would Come in Handy?”

waketime: in

breakfast: none

lunch: out (paid option: Nothing can stop me! The rebel of this era)

dinner: in (paid option: What feedback.. He’ll take care of it if you just draw some red underlines)

bedtime: out

Day 165 “The Importance Of The First Comment”

waketime: in

breakfast: in (paid option: Shouldn’t he be planning to run away?)

lunch: out

dinner: out (paid option: Just wear the air. How cool)

bedtime: in

Day 166 “This Additional Cast Is Driving Me Nuts”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: It’d be fun to thresh rice while doing some back flips)

dinner: out

bedtime: out (paid option: Even a person who’d been through multiple reincarnations doesn’t know how they’ll die…)

Day 167 “Promise Me”

waketime: none

breakfast: out (paid option: I think piu piu’s lying.. It’s hard to tell)

lunch: out

dinner: in (paid option: Here’s the suspect who was sending the ads!)

bedtime: in

Day 168 “Things Are Getting Complicated”

waketime: in (paid option: Do you know this Teo? there are more people dying because of hippos than crocodiles)

breakfast: out

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: out (paid option: The market seller: Huh? Why is this still here? I sold it before…)

Day 169 “The Art Lives”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: It’s not the village of artists but.. the village of pretending an object for a long time?)

dinner: out

bedtime: out (paid option: You can’t make art with sanity. It needs a bit of insanity)

Day 170 “Fire!”

waketime: none

breakfast: out

lunch: out

dinner: out (paid option: Do you have a baby? A drawing by your nephew?)

bedtime: in

Day 171 “Rollercoaster of My Life”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: out

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 172 “There’s Another Me?!”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: out

dinner: in + out

bedtime: none

Day 173 “ New Memories”

waketime: out

breakfast: out

lunch: in

dinner: in (paid option: An excessive caring award)

bedtime: in

Day 174 “You Know How Things Go When Worst Enemies Turn Into Best Friends”

waketime: out

breakfast: in (paid option: Dog Teo: How dare you!)

lunch: in

dinner: none

bedtime: out (paid option: Can’t you have some on your bag?)

Day 175 “Night At The Police Station”

waketime: in

breakfast: out

lunch: in (paid option: Just set it as your second home)

dinner: out (paid option: open other possibilites)

bedtime: in

Day 176 “So Who Is The Real Deal?”

waketime: out (paid option: How’s he doing now? It must be a bolt out of the blue for him)

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 177 “What Happened during Midnight”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: out

dinner: none

bedtime: none

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velvet-vox · 3 months ago

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(This reblog is as unpolished and rough around the edges as the main post in question.

This isn't an analysis, if this was an analysis, I would have given it an analysis tag, but I didn't, because these are just my general opinions on my last rewatch.

Despite Murder Drones being the main fandom I'm immersed in at the moment, I actually have done very few "true" Murder Drones analyses. A lot of the stuff I did is somewhat outdated, and I consider the Rebecca centric post to be the best work I've ever done in that field. Other things that I consider proper analyses are my "V and Doll: trauma, mental disorder, and low empathy" which is outdated because I've recently learned that sociopath and psychopath are not real medical terms, and that diagnosis can only be done by professionals (which I'm not) and on adults of a certain age (which I'm unsure if V and Doll qualify), and the post where I compare N and Po, which although it has minor analyses incorporated into it, it mostly is a comparison post.

I think that a lot of my best works are my most recent Wakfu stuff, specifically the two Nox's posts and part 3 of my Oropo series, and some of my Kung Fu Panda related things.

I'm still far from perfect, I'm still learning, but I'm willing to improve and accept constructive criticism, the road ahead of me to become a reliable source of knowledge is still a long one and I'm absolutely going to mess up a lot more on the way, but I'm optimistic that I could get there eventually.

I don't do just analyses, but that's admittedly a fault with my intro post and something I need to clear up as soon as possible. Thanks for letting me notice.

I specified that I didn't think Uzi was going to become an "evil all along" type of antagonist, and I specifically compared her to Goultard from Wakfu because Goultard isn't a twist antagonist in the same way twist villains usually are, though to get what I meant you'd have to watch Wakfu, and even then I doubt I was explicative enough to get what I was exactly referring to with her.

About the Uzi's insults... Yeah they are bad. I could try to excuse or explain myself, but the simple truth is that I'm just that cold and heartless in real life, and when I don't actively pay attention to censor the things I'm saying, these are the takes that come out of my mouth from time to time.

I usually only do research when I'm making an analysis post, which is something I never did for Uzi, hence why her character still doesn't fully click with me, I'm a very busy individual, so if you have any interesting analyses to show me, please send them to me.

The pilot (maybe) being the best episode is my subjective opinion, and I still stand by it, unless episode 8 blows me out of the water or Mass Destruction solidifies itself as my favourite.

What the heck are you on about the Cabin Fever episode? I just said it was good, and that I've noticed a couple of new details useful to me and that's it. I never said what those useful details actually are, for all you know, I was referring to the order in which the campers die or Final Girl having the same hair cut as J.

Like, comparatively, I considered Rebecca's facial expressions when V shot one of the campers to be a useful detail for my analyses.

I don't have enough confidence to criticise you, since you seem pretty sure of yourself, and you have a lot of interesting stuff to say sometimes, but the entire Cabin Fever's rebuttal is just flat out wrong and disingenuous.

I still stand by everything that I've said in the Cyn segment, and believe the things that I've said about Uzi at the start to be far worse.

I also stand by Alice and the Sentinels being the two best antagonists of the show, even if I personally prefer Doll and Cyn myself, but I'd rather give them their own dedicated post to defend this point.

And lastly, while I don't think a lot of people can relate to this opinion, me, personally, I laughed like a maniac during my latest rewatch of episode 7, it's the hardest I've ever laughed at a Murder Drones related content, and it filled me with so much life.

One thing that your constructive criticism really helped me come to understand is that my words and actions actually do affect others as a matter of fact; I always considered myself to be too unimportant and unremarkable to ever possibly impact the life of those around me, but now I understand that from now on I should choose my words carefully, because I'm not a ghost and what I say actually does have an impact on others.

Thank you for your precious feedback and helping me self-reflect buddy, hope you have a wonderful day ahead of you.

Notes of my final Murder Drones rewatch before ep 8

(These thoughts are uncollected and unrevised, proceed with lowered expectations)

Originally, I was about to make a three-part long post before episode eight comes out.

In the first part I would have analysed Cyn's character and showcased her possible depth and ties to N's character arc.

Then in the second part I compared the Doll, Cyn and J trio to Uzi, N and V, showing the parallels between each member of their respective squad, which would then lead to the final part.

Part 3 is my defacto theory on how certain elements of episode 8 would have played out, with J as a main focus in it, due to her being the V parallel, but then, as the day passed, I realised something:

I'm an analyst, not a theorist, and while it could be fun to make a theory on episode 8 to see how right and wrong I was in retrospect, it's not an activity that I'm particularly fond of, plus, while my opinions on Cyn have changed with time (I'm going to get there), the reason why I kind of like her now completely hinges upon head canons that hopefully are going to be confirmed, because otherwise, my opinion on the character could get even worse than what it once was.

One of the main reasons as to why I wanted to realise this project was to see if I could get invested into Cyn in the same way I got more invested into Rebecca with the analysis I've made on her, but why bother doing that when I'm sure episode 8 is (hopefully) going to fill me in on her character?

I'm not finding the time nor willpower that I wished that I had to complete any projects lately, and due to my constant need for perfectionism (need that it's being deliberately ignored in the writing of this post), I just keep shooting myself in the feet.

Anyway, let's just skip the intro and directly segway to the important stuff:

Uzi:

Uzi is a complicated character for me. She was my favourite character in the Pilot and dropped down massively after that, and I never understood why: I came up with a bunch of explanations for myself, such as "her development isn't engaging" and "she doesn't get challenged in interesting ways that isn't just plain torture" and "she's the most enigmatic character in the show, her actions don't make any sense to me", and I was particularly sure of that last one, not in the sense that Uzi was evil all along, but in the sense that Uzi was being written as a twist villain in the same way Goultard from Wakfu had been coded as such before the third season of that series revealed us why;

But this last rewatch finally made me understand what my problem with her was.

Aside from the rushed development, which is something the entire series struggles with, I've realised that there's an extremely subtle layer of complexity to pilot Uzi that her show's self lacks: see, despite Uzi acting like a gremlin at various points in the pilot, one thing that really surprised me about how Uzi was initially characterised is that, aside from her moments of emotional impulsivity, Uzi... is actually relatively chill?

The best way I could describe it is that serie's Uzi to me is a child to take care of; I would act nice, kind, patient to ep 1 through 7 Uzi just to get on her good side so that she wouldn't bother me as much as she bothers her peers, hopefully helping her grow up as an individual and stop acting so horribly, and help her find someone else who appreciates her for who she is, so that I wouldn't have to deal with her any longer, while pilot Uzi is someone I would genuinely like to spend time with as she's secretly a pretty chill gal, even if I would still be afraid of her, just like the rest of her classmates.

The pilot makes it extremely clear that Uzi's angsty teen persona is just that: a facade. It's not the real her. This added a layer of intrigue to Uzi in the pilot, where it felt like there was so much more to her than what we were shown at first;

But nope. The rest of the show comes out and Uzi is just that: a wild, emotionally unstable teenage gremlin-girl, who isn't even at the centre of the story despite all of the screen time that she has.

I always thought that Liam didn't want me to sympathise with Uzi, as I thought his modus operandi was "Make the character interesting, don't make them sympathetic" but as the show went along and it fell down even further into a classical good versus evil plotline (something that requires is own post), it kind of became harder to shrug off how genuinely unlikable she is to me. I like N a lot, and I kinda like V whenever her fans are nowhere to be seen, but I don't really sympathise with either of them, I just find them to be engaging.

I like the Murder Drones cast because they are interesting characters, not because they are good people. Yet, from the way Uzi is written, it feels like I'm supposed to consider her the hero, when in reality, she feels more like an unwilling plumber forced to take out the clog (Absolute Solver) unwillingly.

(Also Doll is a much better foil to Pilot Uzi than she is to canon show Uzi, but that's a discussion for another time)

But that's enough of that. Let's talk about the episodes:

Episode 1 through 3:

I plan to do an in-depth ranking of all 8 episodes of Murder Drones once the ending comes out, so consider these my rapid fire opinions on each and every single one of them.

The pilot is the best aged episode of Murder Drones to me even if a lot of its elements have been decanonised, and it could as well end up becoming my favourite episode of the show when it's all said and done.

Episode 2 is as weak as ever, but one thing that always bothered me about this episode is the ending where Uzi just decides to go back into the colony with Khan.

Now, it's no secret that Murder Drone's everything is extremely rushed, but for most of its runtime, this episode gave me the impression that Murder Drones was going to be a slow burn, long running mystery series, only for the ending to come along and leave me dumbfounded by what the pacing of the show was going to turn into.

Heartbeat is also the only episode where my opinion hasn't changed since first watching it. I thought it was mid at first, and I still consider it to be so.

My thoughts on it are a little bit more complicated than that, but I'm reserving them for the future.

You can slice it however you want, but episode 3 has aged HORRIBLY, it's not even in my top 5 best episodes anymore, and yes, it's exactly because of the focus character of this episode turning out the way she did in episode 7.

Say whatever you want, but to me, the third episode is not an Uzi episode, it's not an N episode, it's barely a V and Lizzy episode and partially a Nuzi episode, and it's certainly not a Khan episode.

For the most part, The Promening is a Doll episode; she's the character the episode is wasting most of its runtime on, introducing her, her parents, making her a mysterious threat; in comparison, the Nuzi and V stuff is mostly secondary, and could have definitely been developed further if the episode didn't have someone else as it's main focus.

Doll:

I never wanted Doll to survive the season; I never wanted her to live, I never wanted her to die, I never wanted her to be redeemed, nor did I want her to stay evil till the end; all I ever wanted, was for Doll to be well-written, and as it stands, I don't think Doll does enough or is explored sufficiently as a character to justify her relevance or existence, especially since a lot of other characters could benefit from some extra screen time, and while a lot of people might think that just bringing her back to life would fix some of her problems, I don't think they really understand all of the underlying issues that come with such a choice:

If Doll were ever to come back, she for sure would get a redemption arc, because what else is there to do? She lost all of her screen presence, she's no longer even remotely threatening, her story is so divorced from our current one to be straight up disposable, a lot of people see her as just a joke after the seventh episode, and in general, she's no longer a credible villain to see on screen.

And yet, I don't think a redemption arc would work for Doll at this point. Her character wasn't built up enough aside from being mysterious for the sake of it, I don't think a redemption arc would work, because it would require too much time for it to work, and time is the one thing Murder Drones always lacked, what makes you think a second season, let alone one episode would even fix?

I'm pretty pessimistic about episode 8, unless it's all one giant ruse and there is, in fact, a second season. The math just doesn't add up, episode 8 can't possibly be a satisfying conclusion or an unsatisfying conclusion done right, I fear it will be one giant clusterf##k.

Cabin Fever, Intermission, and Home:

Episode 4 is about as good as I remember it to be, and aside from noticing a couple of new details useful for my analyses, I don't have much to say about it.

I got the chance to watch @ghoulinfuschia 's Murder Drones Intermission together with the other episodes this time around, so now I finally have the chance to praise it a little bit.

Murder Drones Intermission is a fan made episode of Murder Drones set between episode four and five, made entirely by a crew of fans.

It's an amazing product for what it's worth and by how it was made, and while it's not perfect and I consider it far from possibly being canon, it does fill in nicely into the show's timeline, and improves a lot on some of the weakest story beats of the series. It was definitely a nice break from me while rewatching all of the episodes, and I recommend it wholeheartedly to anyone who wants to check it out.

It's pretty ironic how episode 7 retroactively managed to worsen episode 3 and improve episode 5, but that's genuinely how I feel about Home now:

I'm about to be real with you, Tessa being dead all along was the only tid bit of major character's death that wasn't wasted, as now that I know why Tessa's wasn't the episode's protagonist, I'm much more accepting of the way in which episode 5 played out; it's clear that Liam never wanted us to get attached to Tessa beyond any simple "she's a nice, abused, teenage girl that treats N nicely" type of feeling, also the tradeoff for her death and humanity apparent extinction was well worth it in my opinion, which is something I can't say for V or... her.

But now it's finally time to talk about the actual main character of this episode:

Cyn:

I'm about to say something that I've never thought I would end up saying for real:

Did you know, that Cyn, is an actually interesting character in her own right?

I never did.

Quite frankly, I kind of heavily hated Cyn up until some time ago.

To me, at the start, Cyn was just a cool visual threat that would have hopefully been fleshed out in the future, but then, not only is she still remaining just a one note villain at this point of the show's runtime (aka the "finale"), but she also ended up killing a far more nuanced and slightly more fleshed out antagonist, while also not really doing anything to fulfill the compelling character void left by the aforementioned character.

Hot take: the fandom's portrayal of Cyn as this unbelievably silly creature of pure autism ruined her character, as well as the general discourse surrounding her.

To me, mass murderers should only be blorbified once their first major focus arc in a story has been concluded. It's why I'm fine with the blorbification of characters such as Qilby and William Afton, and I'm not with Cyn.

The thing about blorbifying is that, you are actively distorting canon for your weird fantasies, which is something that I'm fine with, but only once said characters have received their narrative catharsis.

I don't really view Cyn as a serious or heinous threat at this point in time, and that's all due to how much the fanbase ended up babyfying her to no end, giving her the Jax treatment with the main difference being that Jax has had is funny blorbo illusion already shattered, while Cyn still has it at this point in the show's runtime where she should be at her most evil and intimidating yet.

But that's enough of that; as I've already stated, now that we know that adult Tessa was Cyn all along... Cyn has just become such an interesting character to me, not for the mystery and creepiness surrounding her, but for the ways in which she could end up paralleling N.

... If that's actually what's going to happen.

It all hinges upon Cyn actually being worth the hype and the rushed developments, because otherwise, she could go from being my third favourite character to my absolute least favourite.

Episode 6 and 7:

I appreciate the Jurassic Park section of this episode for being a break from everything going on and for setting up the plot twist in the following episode.

Although her section bores me a little bit, I'm just gonna come out and say it: Alice is in my opinion the best humanoid antagonist in the entirety of Murder Drones, and unless that changes in episode 8 (which I doubt, sorry Cyn but I don't have a lot of faith in you), I'll make an entire post dedicated to her detailing why that's the case.

As for who or what I think is the overall best antagonist of the show...

It's the Sentinels, and it's not even close.

I'm still as emotionless as ever when it comes to V's demise. I believe it was stupid, but there are more passionate V fans to talk about it.

And last but not least, I can finally agree with what everyone else has said: Mass Destruction is the best episode of Murder Drones, and for me, it's all due to how genuinely funny it is.

I've become pretty apathetic to Murder Drone's horror elements due to how excessively prevalent and misused they are throughout the course of the series, so now the comedy actually hits harder, and this episode is extremely funny and comedic, even Doll's death is now hilarious to me, even if for other reasons, and the pacing finally feels appropriate now that the show has completely given up being a mystery adventure and fully embraced the end of the world battle shenanigans.

The episode did feel too fast paced when I first saw it at release, but it was mostly because of how slow the previous episodes were, now after a while the pacing finally feels normal, even if the episode is just bombarding me with lore left and right.

Ah.

.....

We're doomed.

#murder drones

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straighttohellbuddy · 3 years ago

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don't threaten me with a good time {Dream}

Request: if you’re still taking requests- cc!dream and reader who is part of the dream team being the typical will they/won’t they couple

Summary: Y/N sends Dream their address mostly as a joke, and it's all uphill from there.

A/N: 5653 words. WHY IS THIS 5.6k?! WHY AM I LIKE THIS. seriously though im kind of really in love with this fic. im sorry there's not thaaaat much of the dream team but this is set after sap and dream move in together. also i was listening to the FOB song of the same title for a lot of this, but i think Cake By The Ocean fits the fic better??

Warnings: many many suggestive jokes but it's sfw, almost painfully fluffy at the end

{ Idiots-To-Lovers 'verse } | { 1 / 4 }

"Fuck you," Dream muttered, which wasn't uncommon despite the fact that you considered him one of your closest friends. Years long friendships, knowing how to push one-another's buttons, it tended to illicit that kind of response. Your particular brand of friendship with Dream, however, meant it was not uncommon for your response to be along the lines of -

"You wish," you were grinning from ear to ear, gaze flitting around the screen looking to see if there were any more mobs advancing on you, or if you were finally in the clear.

"And so what if I did?" He retorts, voice sliding from irate to challenging, something familiar and teasing about his tone, his energy, that you knew you could match with ease.

"Alright bet," since your character seemed to be safe for the moment, you slouched back in your seat, lazy smirk on your face as you picked up your phone.

"Wait, what?" He half-laughed, a little confused at your response, before you heard his phone go off with a text notification, and you waited for a beat before he started to laugh his ass off.

"I said, alright bet; come romance me, green boy," you snorted, leaning back in to your computer, glancing at chat for a moment, before Dream's shouted through the VC;

"Did you just send me your fucking address over a bit?!"

"Well I didn't think you were fantasizing about sticking your dick in my PO box," you said blithely, which, after a moment to process what you'd just said, the comment seemed to break Dream. It sounded like he'd left his desk, laugh faint and echoing.

"Fuck you, Y/N," he came back with, and though the sound of his smile in his voice warmed your heart, you couldn't help yourself.

"You have my address," tone coy, you heard him mutter something indistinctly, but didn't push the bit any further, instead attempting to gather together what you'd need to make several beds and start strip-mining the Nether for Netherite.

You don't expect much to come of it; the address was sent on a whim but you did actually trust Dream. Well, you trusted him not to give out your address, or use it for evil, though it still comes as a shock the next day when the buzzer by your door goes off, and when you ask who it is, an unfamiliar voice identifies themselves as being from a flower delivery company.

[you motherfucker] You text him, alongside a photo of the elaborate bouquet of roses you bring up to your apartment.

[consider yourself romanced 💖🖕] Is his response, but all you can read into is your move.

When you tweet a photo of the flowers, you caption it 'a simp found my address. should i move or wait for more things to show up?' to which Dream, with all the subtlety of a blimp, responds 'you're gonna die waiting'. Ass. It does makes you laugh, though.

But it comes up again, several days later you're doing an alt stream, taking uquizes people are recommending on your Discord, when someone asks about the flowers in your background, right as someone else is asking if Dream ever actually showed up at your apartment.

"The flowers are actually from Dream, I tweeted about them a few days ago but I don't think I actually made that clear," your tone fond as you gaze over your shoulder at the flowers, you take a moment to let that fondness flourish in your chest; he didn't need to do anything, and yeah, maybe it was for a bit, but he still didn't have to send them at all. Clearing your throat, you turn back to your camera, "because he's too chickenshit to show up himself." You grin sharply, unable to stop yourself from teasing him, even when he wasn't here to defend himself. Or so you thought.

Your phone goes off.

"Are you watching my stream?" Is how you answer the phone, met with an indignant Dream -

"I'm too chickenshit to show up? You're the one who said you wanted to be romanced; I didn't think showing up to your house was romantic I thought it was fuckin' creepy, excuse me for being a gentleman!" Then, after a moment with no response from you, he adds, "stop laughing, Y/N, I'm protecting my own honour here," but he was clearly smiling, holding back laughter of his own.

"Dude, you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid," you wheeze, to which he hung up.

Then, a minute later, a donation of a hundred dollars from the man himself 'And what if I did just show up? What then? Hypocrite❤️'-

"Thanks for the donation, Dream, why don't you show up then, in the pouring fuckin' rain, put your money where your mouth is," you smirk, ignoring his follow-up dono of 'you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid and underline the second you!'. You roll your eyes instead, favouring other messages.

So imagine your shock when after forty minutes of radio silence, you get another dono from him reading 'FBI open up' as the buzzer on your door goes off.

Your chat is on another fucking level of crazy as they immediately put two and two together, and suddenly you can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you look at your door.

"Shut the fuck up," you breathe, mostly to yourself; you'd tried to call his bluff, but he seemed to have turned the table on you, calling yours. You leave your mic on, mostly because this has great content potential, and you leave the frame to press the little microphone button that leads to the door of your building.

"If you're minecraft speedrunner DreamWasTaken, I'm going to throw rocks at you," is what you decide on, and there's a moment of silence before his incredibly familiar voice buzzes back up.

"So in answer to the question 'what would you do if I did show up' the answer is, you'd throw rocks at me? Not gonna lie, less hot than what you'd been implying," and then, after a beat, he laughs, "I can hear myself through your stream, that intercom is so loud."

You buzz him in.

You go back to your computer, only to see your viewers have increased significantly, and everyone is begging to know what's happening. You just sit, as if deflated, in your chair, awaiting your comeuppance to knock at your door.

The first and most obvious thing about Dream when you open your door to him, is that he's fucking soaking wet.

"Why are you moist?!" You demand, ushering him inside.

"I ran here!" He's grinning from ear to ear, "consider yourself romanced!" And the elation in his voice is enough to quell your nerves, and you look him over for a moment, see his phone in his hand still with your stream open, with an earphone in one ear, and you sigh gently, smiling.

"You live within running distance?" You asked, an eyebrow raised as you head to your bathroom. The stream catches you opening the door to the bathroom behind you, but Dream stays where he is, out of shot, for good reason.

"Actually yeah," his tone drops to something far more conversational, and when you come back, towels in hand, you see him looking around your apartment. You hand him the stack of towels and head back to your set-up, muting your microphone and putting up your 'We'll Be Right Back' screen for the time being.

As soon as you were no longer being watched by over a hundred, thousand viewers, you dropped your irate act, beaming at Dream.

"I cannot begin to believe you, dude!" You found yourself laughing, "oh man, you win this round, okay, you definitely win this round."

"I fucking knew it! Calling me chickenshit, you little hypocrite!"

"I didn't think you'd actually come over!" You exclaimed, eyes wide and amused, watching as he dried himself off as best he could, "dude, you're soaked, you could have caught a cab."

"As if, this is so much more dramatic."

"You'll catch your death like that," you gave a longsuffering sigh, already heading to your drawers.

"I can't believe you thought I wouldn't follow through," he clicked his tongue.

"Sorry for underestimating you," your conceded, rummaging around your pyjamas, looking for - a-ha! "A friend of mine left these after couch surfing here, they should fit you," you offer, and Dream, who'd been focusing on trying to wring out his jeans with little success, seems surprised by the kind offer, looking to the clothes in your hands.

"Are they pyjamas?"

"They're all I really have that would be comfy for you," you said, a little helplessly, he carefully reaches out and takes them.

"They've got ducks on them," he says quietly, almost to himself, marvelling at them, and you hesitate before adding -

"And I've got... my Sapnap hoodie came out of the dryer this morning, actually, I bought it a few sizes too big, it's pretty cozy," you offered, and at that his expression turned fondly amused.

"That's adorable -"

"Shut up," you mumbled, "you want the hoodie or not?"

"I didn't think I'd be staying," he admitted, "I just kinda showed up to make you eat your words, I can go -"

"You ran all this way, let me wrap up my stream, and stay for dinner, I was thinking of making myself stir-fry but I've got enough for two."

"You sure?" He asks, tentatively, and you finally look to him; it hits you in this moment that you've never even seen a proper photo of him, and yet you'd known immediately who he was. This feels... inevitable.

"Yeah, absolutely," you grinned, ducking your gaze, "I'll throw your clothes in the dryer too, if you wanted to get changed that is, you don't have to -"

"I feel like I'm wearing a fucking mop; I'm gonna get changed," he says with a grin, heading through to your bathroom when you gesture to it. Stopping at the door, however, he gives you a genuine, fond smile, "thank you."

"I'm gonna do a bit where I call Sapnap and ask him to pick you up," you tell him bluntly in return. He snorts a laugh, and closes the bathroom door behind himself. "Give a knock when you're done and I'll cut the camera for you."

"I appreciate that," he calls back.

You go back to your idle stream, only to see your viewers had doubled, and when you pick up your phone, the first thing you see if several messages from friends telling you you're trending on Twitter. You turn on your camera and mic again, and open your phone.

"Ah hello, was wondering when I'd be getting a call from you," when Sapnap picks up, he sounds all kinds of smug.

"Can you come collect your man from my home?" You asked flatly, to which he was already cackling with laughter.

"He actually ran, didn't he? He fucking ran there, is he still there?" He asked, sounding absolutely delighted by the whole ordeal, "it's your fault for giving him your address in the first place."

"I didn't think he'd actually show up!"

"As if you wouldn't show up to our house out of spite if he gave you our address," Sapnap pointed out, which shut you up fast, "you both wanna fuck each other so bad it makes you both look stupid," he cackles before hanging up.

You sit, pretending to sulking in the silence, just quietly reading your chat, while dwelling on the fact that fucking Dream is now in your apartment. The man you'd both been aggressively, albeit mostly jokingly, pursuing, and been pursued by online, publicly, for over a year. The shock of his arrival was finally wearing off, but your nerves were alight for all new reasons; you try and push those thoughts out of your mind as Dream knocks gently on the bathroom door.

The blurry photo you take of your floor, with Dream's knee in the corner, wearing your friend's duck pyjamas gets several hundred thousand likes, and the stream itself is your most popular by a longshot.

It went on longer than you intended, as Dream sat on your bed, half watching your stream on his phone when he couldn't read your monitor properly from where he was, and you gently bullied him into taking a few quizzes himself, with you clicking the options for him. Despite the unexpectedness of the situation, it's one of the best nights you've had in a long time, and you're rather sad to see him go, waving goodbye as he climbs in the taxi after dinner, wearing his now-dry clothes.

#Y/NWasTakenMeetup trends. Most of the fandom appears to be under the impression that you've made good on your constant threat-slash-flirting, and those who think you're dating were seemingly in a heated war with those who think he's dating George. You tweet 'don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone' which appears to confuse everyone in the replies, apart from a few who get your reference to the song. Dream replies with 'love watching you get ratioed vaguing about how i went home in a taxi. you could have just asked me to stay'.

[you're a fucking menace. at least you got the song reference] you texted him.

[i googled it you hipster] Is his only response.

And things, on the surface at least, return to normal after that, your chatter seeming just as teasing and flirty as it's ever been. But there's something new to the interactions, a new... familiarity. You've seen his face. He's been in your house. You've actually had dinner together. You've heard his laugh in person.

It's not that you were particularly subtle before, but one late afternoon while hanging out on the server with George, after you make a particularly forward joke, Dream very pointedly reminds you -

"Last time I was in your bed, you didn't even do anything about it, so, how'd you put it, put your money where your mouth is?" God you can tell he's smirking, but you're not one to back down.

"You're the one with my address; you wanna run all the way over here again?" You retort, smile sharp, only for you to hear Dream, in an echo-y way, like he's no longer at his computer, holler for Sapnap, and your whole body freezes. George is the only one who's actually live right now, cackling with laughter.

"I cannot believe he ran to your house in the rain," George is grinning as he's mining peacefully.

"The only reason he hasn't run to you is because he's physically unable to run across the ocean," you point out, and George gives a fond chuckle, conceding that you were right about that; if he ever figured out how, both you and George were sure there was nothing that could stop him then.

Some noises come from Dream's end of the call, some scuffling, of typing, then your phone goes off, right as he says, obviously close to his mic -

"Money. Where. Your. Mouth. Is." He demanded.

You look over the address, before plugging it into your maps app.

"That's an hour walk and you ran here in the rain!? It would've taken you ten minutes to drive!" You hollered back.

"You're the one who said, and I quote, romance me, green boy, and so I ran through the rain because it's fucking romantic!"

"I'm not running to your house!"

"I never asked to be romanced! You're the one with the high standards!"

"You assholes are as bad as each other," George snorts, but you're already shoving your phone in your pocket, leaving your mic on as you rummage and grumble around your little flat, looking for a jacket and your keys.

"Fuck you, Dream," is the final thing you say. You do, however, he's his teasing response before you're logging off and leaving. He's parroting your words back at you, smug ass.

"You have my address."

Sometimes you wish you weren't so motivated by spite, but you do end up walking to Dream's house out of spite, only stopping at a florist when you're almost there, picking up a cheap, but pretty bouquet.

When you hit the intercom, you hear Sapnap asking tentatively who it is. You tell him your name, and he sounds ten times more exasperated when he tells you he hates you; he's of course joking, and lets you into the building. He also happens to be the one who opens the door when you knock, and at the sight of you holding a bunch of flowers, he tells you he really hates both you and Dream, and closes the door on you.

You knock again.

"Clay get the door," you hear Sapnap call, and Dream's beaming from ear to ear the moment he opens it, and sees your exasperated face and bouquet of flowers.

"Please let me get a photo of this," he basically begs, holding back his laughter, and you obligingly wait in his doorway for him to take the photo before he lets you inside. He shows it to you - you look a little abashed, flowers half covering your face - and you give a faint smile, spiteful determination already wearing off, fading to something warm, glad to see him.

"Wait, no that's not -" you hear George all tinny through Dream's headphones as you follow him to his office space after Dream takes the flowers from you and puts them in a jar with some water.

"I got flowers, George," Dream sounds so genuinely delighted, voice all pleased and soft, that you turn away for a moment to hide your smile, if only from him. Making him happy like this effected you so much more than you wanted to let on, only for him to go on to say, "I'm being romanced." And though there's a half-teasing edge to his words, you can feel your heartbeat quickening in your chest. Why had you come here again? Just for a joke? A joke about sleeping together?

But nothing ends up happening. Again. All the build-up with no follow through because you don't actually talk like that without the safety of the computers between you. He's still so easy to be around, to joke and talk with, you don't feel as if you've got all the flirting, all the coy suggestions you'd both made about what would happen when you met up, hanging over your heads; it was all a joke anyways, you told yourself, it was all a bit for entertainment purposes. You guys shoot the shit, and he makes you dinner, repays the favour you so kindly had done for him, and you have dinner with him and Sapnap, who, after the shock of seeing you at the door with flowers, shakes his head and points out that you'd only had their address for less than an hour before you'd showed up. But he lets it slide, and has dinner with you both.

You watch a movie with a name you're already forgetting, and Dream's only half paying attention, mostly on his phone, while yours ends up vibrating with a notification. He's trying desperately to look innocent, like he hasn't just tagged you in something.

Its the photo of you in the doorway captioned 'i'm not running to your house they said. i'm not gonna romance you they said.' so of course you had to respond with a blurry image of the TV in front of you, of the movie you're only vaguely invested in, replying with it, along with the caption 'tryna netflix and chill but honestly more invested in whatever this is u gotta step up your game buddy' and a few moments after you post it, you see him grin out of the corner of your eye, and he huffs a quiet laugh. Sapnap asks if anything's going on, and you show him your screen instead of answering, smiling, altogether too amused with yourself.

"Your poor fans," he snorts, "you're as bad as each other," and then he proceeds to pull out his own phone.

'i'm literally on the sofa next to you both while you giggle like children at twitter instead of watching the movie please stfu'

And he wears a pleased little grin of his own at the way both you and Dream crow with laughter once you see his response.

And when the movie's over, when you know you should be going, when you've nervous that you're overstaying your welcome, you can't help but hesitate. You don't want to stay... but also you kind of really want to anyways. Maybe you're just cursing that you walked here, and now it's too late to walk back, and you're gonna have to call a taxi or an Uber, or maybe it's just that you can't help but enjoy their company and you don't want to go back to your empty little apartment, but your thumb stalls over your phone for a moment before you book an Uber. It's the right call, you know, and you just hope Dream hadn't seen your hesitation, hadn't read anything into it.

"You ever wanna hang out again, grab dinner or just chill, well, you know, the seal's broken, you know where I live," he's sitting with you on the steps of the building while you wait for your ride. It's cold, but you're shoulder to shoulder, both with your knees drawn up close to yourselves, attempting to preserve heat, and he's so fucking warm.

"Same goes for you," you tell him sincerely, and he gives an appreciative hum, leaning against you as a moment of affection.

Maybe you should leave Twitter, you think, when you get home to see that once again #Y/NWasTaken is trending. Maybe you should stop feeding the fans lies when nothing's even happened beyond any sort of casual contact.

But then he's asking if you're free for lunch, because he's bored and wants company on a Tuesday afternoon. And you say yes.

But then it's a Saturday night and you have no plans and he's five minutes into a stream and you ask if you can come and lay on his floor for company because the highlights video you've been trying to edit is giving you a headache. And he says yes.

But then it keeps happening, every other week you guys seem to physically be in each other's streams or videos, and you hang out when you're not working, and your phone connects to his wifi automatically, and you fall asleep on his shoulder while he's working on some coding, trying to explain it when he's not getting lost in it. And you wake up tucked into his damn bed, only to stumble out apologetically seeing him still awake, looking at his phone with bleary eyes.

"Did you get any sleep?" You asked, voice rough but full of concern.

"No, I've been- I'm alright, I'm fine, you sleep alright?" He asks, attempting to rub the tiredness from his eyes; it doesn't work. You nod, something warm and fond overruling your concern for him as you give a genuine thanks. His laugh is rough as he tells you not to worry about it.

"Go to sleep, dude," you urge, pulling out your phone to order yourself a ride home.

"No, I'll- I'll-" he yawns loudly, "I'll see you off, don't want you to get stabbed or anything."

"I'm not going to get stabbed," you try and assure him as he's getting to his feet.

"Don't argue with me," he shoots for stern and misses, thanks to another yawn, but you keep your mouth closed anyways, obliging him.

You sit on the steps of his building together, as you always did, like tradition, but this time is more quiet than most. You're watching your ride get closer on the app, and he's leaning against you, head on your shoulder, scrolling through Twitter, though his hand goes still, and his phone screen dims, and he really needs to go to bed if he's falling asleep on you too.

"My ride's here," you say gently as it pulls up, and he makes a noise of acknowledgement as you get up, helping him to his feet. When he hugs you goodbye, it's different to usual, and you can't place exactly why until you hear his gentle, sleepy sigh; warm and full of unguarded affection, he holds you close, and you let yourself melt into this moment.

"Text me when you get home safe," his words blur together a little, and he presses a kiss to your temple, before he's pushing you softly to the Uber. He doesn't even seem aware of how he's broken the script of your goodbyes with one single moment. He waves you off with a blithe smile and you wave back, trying to figure out how to process this all, gently touching at your own temple for a moment.

Oh.

Everything changes and nothing changes after that. You were so uncertain if it was a fluke, a sleepy mistake or just platonic affection on his part, but it had lead you to a realise you couldn't come back from. Now you're nervous that all the tweets about how you and Dream are actually in love are seeing through the jokes and banter and bits to what you may have been projecting. Fuck.

But you're not gonna let it change your relationship with Dream, not until you know more, not until you know if he is just outright joking, because either way he's still your best friend.

So of course, when he Tweets a photo of Patches in his lap to promote his merch, you reply with 'never have i wanted to be a cat so badly in my life 😻😻'. It takes almost five minutes for a response.

'I saw your pokemon streams i know u own cat ears. 💵👄' and you hear his voice in your head - if you're gonna thirst tweet, you better be ready to put your money where your mouth is.

[bet. thats fucking funny as dude] you text him moments later, hunting through your drawers for the cheap ears you'd bought mostly as a joke.

You're in an Uber on the way to his apartment when your phone goes off again. Dream's tweeted again, but he wasn't the one who @'ed you.

'@Corpse_Husband ever think about doing a more gender neutral version of Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life?....... asking for no reason in particular' to which Corpse had simply responded with '@Y/N this your man??'

Everyone knows. Everyone knows. Fucking everyone can tell.

Oh this may have been a mistake.

But you play along, like always, putting on the ears and taking a selfie in the back seat of the Uber, telling Corpse that he could use that as the cover for the song. Within seconds your replies are flooded with confusion and thirst and people losing their minds.

Sapnap opens the door for you, and tells you Dream's in his room, but as you go to pass him, he grabs your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks.

There's a pause, a hesitation. He's looking at you, analysing you for a moment, as if formulating how he's going to phrase whatever he's going to phrase -

"I wouldn't say anything," he starts, voice soft enough to ensure he wasn't overheard by Dream, which already has your nerves spiking, "but George kindly pointed out to me that you may be as dense as Clay is about this -" oh fuck, oh no, what - "you know he's in love with you too, right?"

"Too?!" Your eyes, go wide, and you immediately drop your volume, trying to limit your reaction, though it's certainly difficult. Poor Sapnap looks like he's quickly forming a headache, "you know I -? Fuck, of course you know- wait-" you mutter, freeing yourself from his grip to nervously fidget, before getting back to the part of that sentence you should have properly been focusing on.

"He what?!" You hissed. Sapnap screws his whole face up like he's bitten a lemon.

"I'm not playing match maker, you're adults," he nudges you towards Dream's bedroom, "and I say this with love of my own for both of you: you're both so fucking stupid sometimes." And so with those words of encouragement out of the way, he's absconding to his own room to avoid further questions.

The few steps to Dream's bedroom feel like a haze, feel like a lifetime.

"You really wore the ears, you're adorable, you know that?" Genuine, warm, you can hear the way he's smiling rather than see it, sunlight silhouetting him where he's sitting on his bed in this golden afternoon, this golden moment. You want to freeze this moment, this single, perfect moment before you're about to make a fool of yourself.

You step inside and close the door, leaning against it.

"You okay?" He cares. Oh God, Sapnap's right and you can hear it in his voice.

"Can we... can we talk about the stuff we don't talk about face to face?" You hear yourself say, and he shifts out of the light; you can see the concern on his face.

"We don't talk about a lot of stuff, you have to be more specific; is this like, general, like something terrible's gone on in the world, or is this, like... like us?" Brow furrowed, he's still looking at you, still watching you. Your heart is in your throat.

"Half the time we're online together we're joking about- about- about- about hooking up," you're trying to keep your nerve to get through this, looking out the window rather than at him, "and I'm so unbelievably cool if they're just jokes, dude, you're probably my best friend and I don't want to jeopardise that, so I'm kind of glad nothing has come of it yet, and we don't really talk about it... but also," you swallow hard, and he gives you your moment, "if they're not just jokes, that's also unbelievably cool."

"Oh!"

"And- and Sapnap was saying some stuff just now, mostly because he thinks we're kind of dense - and depending on how this goes he might be right about this -" you add, finally, finally looking at Dream and his hesitant, but pleasantly surprised expression, "and I think if I don't tell you now that I'm kind of in love with you I might never get the nerve to do it again."

It takes a moment for him to process all of that. Then a second, then a third, then a slow smile stretches out over his face.

"You love me?" He asks, gently. There's no reservation, there's only delight.

"I love you," you tell him, firmer this time. Pushing yourself up from the door, adding, "more than kind of; kind of a lot, if that's okay. I love you kind of a lot."

"Kind of a lot is great," he tells you. His smile keeps getting wider with each word you say, "kind of a lot is so fucking great!" And he stands, elated, crossing the room to you, to wrap you up in his arms; it's like a great weight has been lifted from your heart as you meet him for a kiss. It's enthusiastic and feels inevitable in a way that has you lighting up from the inside out with warmth -

"I love you too, kind of a lot," he grins, pulling back for a moment to clarify, "if that wasn't obvious. I thought I was being obvious, so I'm sorry that I wasn't, I don't know, more obvious? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable and push it if you'd already read what I was trying to-" he isn't mad when you interrupt him since it means your mouth on his.

Later on, the two of you attempt to cram onto the sofa to recreate his earlier photo with Patches, and the minute you post it, alongside the original image for context the likes begin to skyrocket into the hundreds of thousands.

'i apologise for ever doubting the power of manifesting what you want' you caption the images, tagging Dream in it. You're both still on the sofa, though you've moved to a far more comfortable position, and he's pulled the crocheted green blanket to cover you too. A few moments later, the replies from your friends are coming in. Corpse says this should be the song cover. Sapnap, however, tags George, and simply says that he's sorry for saying anything. No-one else gets it, not yet, though you're sure it won't be long until this whole messy situation finally gets explained, becomes public news. You like the Tweet, and Dream snorts a laugh beside you.

"We are kind of dense," you said softly, "I'm glad he said something."

"If it means I get this, I'll forgive him for being a snitch," Dream gives you a squeeze, and you give a content little sigh, pressing against him further for just a moment.

"I think I've properly had feelings for you... ever since you ran to my house in the rain," you admitted.

"Because it's romantic- wait, that's like-"

"A long time," you sighed sheepishly, "yeah; I didn't really fully realise though -"

"No, no, that's a long time, yeah, but," and he's struggling not to laugh, and doing very poorly, "I realised I might actually love you the day you showed up at my door with flowers after only having had my address for an hour."

"God we joked about it so much but we genuinely romanced each other," you mused with something both horrified and awed, right before bursting out into laughter, "oh I kind of already hate us, that's sickeningly cute, what the fuck?"

And as you wriggle awkwardly to face him on the sofa, he's regarding you with fond adoration.

"I love us, we might be the worst," he concedes.

And you hum with delighted agreement as you kiss him again.

{sequel: its a hell of a feeling though}

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