#you can decide if he’s about to kill you or if he’s just camera shy

[hadvarandralof]

wanted to try and draw something with an interesting perspective…

[beneatheaven]

video call sex with soobin

lowercase intended, 1,764 words, haven’t proof read

smut under cut, minors do not interact

sitting down at your desk with all your project work out, ready to go over it with your partner, soobin. you both decided to do some over the call working sessions together along because of his busy schedule. this being the first one. it kinda pissed you off, with all the free time on your side, it felt like you could finish this sooner on your own. but it's whatever, he's really smart so maybe he can carry for the both of you guys.

you receive a text saying he's ready and on is on discord. opening up the app on your laptop, and joining the call. noticing he had his camera on. you could see his room in the background. his bed nicely made and there's a pretty shelf with all his little figures. it's kinda cute, coming from him.

"hey, are you ready? oh why isn't your camera on?". his voice brings you back. "i didn't know that was apart of the agreement. why's yours on?" you say harshly. "well just so that we can see if either of us get distracted, keep each other on track.". hmm maybe he has a point..

you don't really want to turn your camera on, you're in your loose tank top and shorts, ready to sleep sometime after this. now noticing what he's wearing, he's just in a white tee and probably some grey sweats huh..."okay i'll turn it on."

after 40 minutes of going over the subject and how to equally separate the work load, you're focused on getting all the information you can for today. you had half of your screen soobin's camera screen and the other half your school work, so did he. this also being his idea, making sure that you guys could keep an eye on each other.

this wasn't so bad, soobin made a nice study playlist for guys to listen to at the same time. thinking it would've kept you distracted, but it kept you very concentrated. possibly preferring this over being in a quiet library together.

"um y/n your.. your um strap." looking down at yourself and lifting your strap back up and into place. you didn't have a bra on either so it felt extra exposed. "thanks, sorry about that." you felt a little shy about it. "no worries, um did you want to take a break? we've been working for over an hour and a half." you agreed and moved some of your things to the side.

soobin had turned the study music off as you were about to get on your phone. "so what were you doing before this?" you look over at your laptop. making his camera camera screen larger. "i was just cleaning and getting some other homework done. killing time before you were ready. i almost wanted to get a head start cause i had so much time." that last sentence coming off a little harsh. but it was true!

"yea sorry about that.. they're been giving me closing shifts recently after my afternoon classless and i don't get to do anything until i'm home." it was out of his control..oh poor soobin..

"it's fine, at least you're willing to actually do the work, i appreciate it."he smiles at your response. of course he would be helpful. "i feel kinda bad tho, wouldn't your boyfriend be mad about spending late nights with me?" he dragged out his words a little. "i don't have a boyfriend." responding immediately , felt like you had to.

he laughs slightly at your reply. "just expected someone as pretty as you are to be taken already." his words made your face feel hot, how did he do that. he's left you speechless..

"tell me y/n, what are you doing after this?" his voice became a bit deeper, with a sultry tone. "probably sleeping, wouldn't want to stay up too late." nodding his head, seems like a reasonable to do.. what's he thinking?

"well after this i'm also heading to bed, but just before i sleep i'm going to think about how cute you look in that tank top." all the heat from your face just went straight to your core. did he mean that..

he ran his hand through his hair. "and how it'd look if i just lifted it up just right above your tits.. running my fingers lightly over you." starting to squirm in your chair. how's this even happening. "i'm getting hard just thinking about it right now, too bad i'll have to imagine it." biting his bottom lip as he stares back at you for a bit. "anyways, lets get back to work, wouldn't want you to sleep late." he went back to flipping through his papers.

you blinked at how fast he was able to move from that. he can't just talk to you like that and you get nothing out of it, no fair. after collecting your thoughts you get back to work, still no music playing. you could hear soobin's breathing, and how fast your heart is beating still.

you knew soobin's eye's shifted to your screen quite often, maybe he wanted to make sure you were focused, maybe he just wanted to just be reminded how hot you looked right now. deciding to lean in closer to your laptop, your breast would squish closer together, looking like they might spill out of your loose tank top.

soobin groans."don't do that." he leans back in his chair. "do what?" playing dumb. you notice his right hand is blow his desk, what if he's stroking himself.."you seem distracted soobin, remember, we still have 30 minutes to work tonight." he rolls his eyes, "how about another break? I'm sorta getting tired of this assignment."

you lean back in your seat, keeping eye contact with him on the screen. "sure, it's up to you." soobin's right hand still unseen, you wanna play see what he's up to so bad. "oh come on, you don't wanna show me what you're busy doing?" his tongue darts out his mouth swiping across his bottom lip and bitting down on it before speaking. "so eager? our break just started." scoffing at his reply, you lean right back in closer.

"come on let me see..i'll do whatever you want right after." earning a whimper from him, he goes to move his pc camera down slightly and scoots back a little. he was wearing grey sweats, they were pulled down slightly along with his boxers. entire cock out, stroking it slowly. you could see the small beads of precum coming out from his pretty pink tip. wondering how much that pc camera cost..

you could moan at this sight, him biting his lip so he doesn't release any sounds, feeling so vulnerable from you staring at him in this state. "you look so cute soobin." his whimpers still being held back. "your turn now, please?" "fine if you say so."

thinking about his fantasy, deciding to make it real. you lift your top slowly and letting it rest just above your breast like he imagined. his faced was so torn, losing it over how hot you looked. running your fingers all over your chest, teasing yourself with your soft touches and grazes. this just felt so hot, everything about this was so hot.

"you're just as gorgeous as i imagined, so pretty baby, can i call you that?" he sounded so good. the slight whine in his voice and pauses in his sentences, you would do anything he asked. "yes please, do whatever you want." "so needy, how cute."

still playing with his tip "wish i could kiss those pretty tits, pinch them and hear your pretty moans, could you do that for me baby?" your breathing is heavy, nodding at him. lifting both your hands, with just the tips of your pointer fingers, rubbing them both your nipples lightly. you felt so sensitive, jolting at your own touches, you could hear him moaning at you. eye lids wanting to close but you kept them open and you could see his left hand going under his shirt and rubbing his chest, you could see his abs... there's no way he's real.

after teasing your nipples for a few more seconds, deciding to pinch them, immediately letting out a loud moan. "god yes, let me hear you." you could see his fist moving up and down his cock faster as he watched you tease yourself. "wanna touch yourself pretty? please i wanna see how you do it."

he's making you feel so good and he's not even here, you need him so bad after this. your right hand starts diving down to your shorts, under your panties. "let me see how wet you are baby." collecting some of your slick to show him. "your so wet, i wish i could taste you..will you let me next time?" thank goodness he feels the same way.

going back to under shorts, you flicked your clit a couple of times, earning him some more of your pretty moans. slipping one finger in, thrusting it as fast as you could on your own. left hand still playing with your breast, everything felt so good, soobin's voice praising you and moaning after. "you wanna cum so badly don't you? wish it was my fingers?" "uh huh." nodding as you inserted a second finger, his words felt so good.

"i'm gonna cum soon baby, keep moaning for me pretty. cum with me, wanna see you lose it." you both kept going until you felt that knot in your stomach snap. thighs shaking, bitting down on your bottom lip. you didn't know you could be this loud. soobin's moans when he came were so mouthwatering, throwing his head back while he came with ropes of cum. wanna taste him..

"so good baby, you did so good for me." trying to catch your breathing, pulling your top down to cover yourself, licking your cum off your fingers. "so dirty for me." "your so hot soobin." orgasm high hitting you fast, you just wanna compliment him and kiss him so bad, wishing he was here. "that felt so good, i can't believe it."

after the both of you guys calmed down, just in each other silent presence. "i'm glad that happened. i didn't really plan for that but, you just.. looked really good right now." making you blush again, he's so kissable. "maybe we could work on the project at my place next time, or yours.." "yea i'd like that."

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Damon scrolling through tiktok and suddenly gets recommended a video his darling nerd posted that went viral

Spoiler, It's a thirst trap. ♡°▽°♡

🦪 Anon again !!!! >∆<

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! gn! reader

What if: Darling posts a thirst trap?

LMAO 🦪anon your ideas are so fun HADHSAHDAH

Damon was bored out of his mind.

School was out, summer is in, and he's truly about to lose his mind from the lack of things he's about to do.

He's tired of seeing his parents tip toe around him and he just wants out.

He wants to stretch his body and workout, but he doesn't have any kind of mental energy to do that after fighting with his mother just earlier.

Who in their right mind would cross Damon and tell him that his obsession love for you is getting too much by using the family printer and printing a life size cutout of you?

He's upset, but he still got the cutout anyways.

Mindlessly scrolling through his feeds, he decided to go through tiktok like a drone looking for mental stimulation.

The hours passed by, his thumb sliding across the screen as he drank in countless videos of sports, video games, drama, AITA reddit videos, viral videos, random ones, and sponsored vids.

Not until he saw a certain body doing the baba trend.

Sure, they're wearing a mask, but Damon can recognize that frame anywhere that looked so small beside him.

His breathing became shallow, blood pumping as he watched you lift your shirt up for the camera, showing off your body that's making his own body shiver.

You looked so shy, yet so bold as your eyes gazed through the camera with a cyber y2k filter on.

With the music wafting his ears, his gaze fixated on your body as the video repeats again.

and again.

And again.

And again...

It's engraved to his mind already as he shakily long pressed on the video. Finding it unsavable, he inwardly groaned as he frantically tried to find a way to save the video.

Damon was trembling, desperate to have your video saved on his phone as he downloaded a screensaver app.

Breathless as he may, that doesn't mean he's slow to record your video and saving it immediately on his gallery for future watches and uses.

What uses?

That's for him to know, and that's for everybody to not find out as he obsessively stalked through your profile.

"God..." He mused. "Little nerd, holy shit..."

Your profile was filled with you, in a black mask, doing different types of tiktok videos.

But it's no ordinary videos.

No no no... It's all thirst traps.

Baba, that DPR Ian belt dance trend, silhouette... You were participating in all these videos. And everything was to show off your body that he knows and love.

Yet, you don't tag them at all.

So, what's the point?

People were not discovering them too, as views are only mostly at single digits. Yet that didn't deter his annoyance and jealousy one bit as he bit back a moan, watching you tease the camera. Lifting your mask a bit and licking the air.

"What the fuck..."

Damon can feel himself getting hard down there.

It's a treasure trove just for him.

He can feel a twitching smile creep up his face as he gently clicked on follow.

Your first follower.

Damon doesn't know why you're running a thirst trap account, or why you're doing it in the first place.

If it's for validation, then he's sorry but he's gonna make sure he's the only one who can see the videos.

He doesn't know how, but he's going to do it.

He doesn't need rabid dogs on your account. He can't afford that.

Not when he can't exactly kill so many people if you were ever to go viral at all.

But now, he waits as he predicts your next move. If you're gonna go private, follow him back, ask him how he found your account.

All of the videos are saved anyways.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

The Revenge Stream: Part One

contains: Vic Shepard, red room setting, whumper turned whumpee, violence, beating, noncon nudity/forced stripping, adult language, third person POV

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Normally it's common sense to avoid random links that pop up in your inbox.

Everything about it screams virus, from the restricted sender, to the jumbled string of letters and symbols that make up the link itself, to the subject line, a simple “gift for you”. Normally, you'd delete it immediately. Maybe report it as spam. But something holds you back. A single line in the message body.

Anyone for vengeance?

You're intrigued. It's not the typical line a scammer might use. After a few minutes spent wrestling with your own common sense, you decide to do the probably stupid thing and click on the hyperlink. The pull of your curiosity is just too strong to be ignored.

The link leads to a simple website with a layout that's almost laughably bad. Any sense of design is nonexistent, and the sole feature of the page appears to be some sort of livestream. Its screen is dark, but the timestamp in the corner is moving. Whatever camera it's attached to, it's rolling.

What is this? You wait a minute, watching the clock tick upwards, but nothing changes. Silence and a dark screen. Definitely not worth the risk of a virus.

Just as you're about to call it quits and close the tab, the screen floods with light.

A gloved hand fills the frame, holding what looks like a lense cap, silhouetted against a background of barren concrete. As the hand moves away, the room comes into focus, revealing a figure at its center.

It appears to be a man, barefoot and tied to a chair. He's slumped forward, graying hair obscuring his face.

You know you should feel dread. Panic, even. But instead, your interest only grows, and you find yourself holding your breath as the camera steadies. There's a small pop, and the audio of the feed crackles to life.

“This thing on?” a voice says, its owner stepping into frame. They're dressed in light grey sweatpants with a matching hoodie, a white mask obscuring their face.  “We've got oh… fifty, fifty-five guests by my count. Seems like a good place to start.” They move to the man in the chair, taking a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back, angling his face towards the camera. He's gagged with a twisted strand of cord, and his face is a bit cut up, but he seems alert. And pissed.

“Ladies and gentlemen, meet Victor Shepard. If you're watching this, it's because he's fucked up your life in some way. Maybe he killed a loved one. Maybe he destroyed your company, or provided blackmail material that ruined your reputation. I dunno. Jack of all trades, this one.” They loosen their grip, and Shepard's head drops. 

“Point is, I'm here to make him pay. For you.” You can almost hear them grin behind the mask.

Your hands clench, eyes glued to the monitor screen. Fuck. This is a red room stream, isn't it? And a personal one at that. While this reveal should have you reaching for your phone and dialing 9-1-1, you almost feel… excited. You want to see more. Even if the link reaching your inbox was a fluke, there's no way you're backing out.

“Well,” the masked figure continues. “Let's get this party started, huh? What's up first?”

In the corner of the screen, a poll appears.

Strip him, reads the first option.

Rough him up, the second one says. A timer is kicking down beneath the buttons. Fifty-nine seconds.

Should you click one? Does it make you complacent if you do? You’d almost feel better if you didn't, like you're just an innocent bystander, watching something you have no real power to stop. And that makes it okay, right?

Before you can finish justifying it to yourself, the poll ends. ‘Strip him’ is the victor, fifty votes to eighteen.

The masked figure moves out of frame again, and you hear them click their tongue. “Hope you're not shy, big guy.”

When they move back into view of the camera, they're holding a knife.

“Gonna have to cut some of the ropes, but I'm not too worried about it.” They grab the camera, rotating it to face the rest of the room, and for the first time you see its other occupants, two figures clad in the same grey as the speaker. They're also masked, and each of them holds an assault rifle at the ready.

“Michael and Uriel over here got me covered if he tries anything. Really hope he doesn't though. I do wanna give you a show.”

As they spin the camera back around, you catch a split second glimpse of the speaker's working area. A slim laptop surrounded by what looks like a bunch of weapons and power tools. If those are all for Shepard, you don't doubt they will indeed be putting on a show.

They re-steady the camera and step back onscreen, closing in on the man in the chair. Their knife slides through the ropes around his chest with ease, and they fall to the ground in a heap. The figure shifts so they're not blocking Shepard from the camera's view, then begins a slice down the middle of his shirt.

They cut away the cloth—chest, shoulders, arms—before moving to his pants, but Shepard doesn't struggle. If anything, his body language seems calm. Placid, even, though when you catch a glimpse of his eyes you can see a sharp anger. You imagine the only thing keeping him in place right now is the gunmen on the other side of the room.

The pile of discarded scraps beside the chair grows, and soon the captive is stark naked. Under his clothes, his body is all lean muscle and old scars, the dark silhouette of some kind of bird tattooed on his chest. You don't doubt what the speaker—the host—said before. This guy seems pretty capable of ruining lives.

The host steps back, admiring their work. “There we go. A canvas at the ready. Shall we move on? What tool should I grab?”

In the corner of your screen, another poll appears.

Electric sander.

Switch.

Seeing an electric sander listed as a potential torture tool makes your stomach twist, but you can't tell if it's disgust or excitement that’s behind the feeling. Again, you only watch as the timer ticks down.

Three…

Two…

One…

To your relief, (or is it disappointment?) the switch comes out ahead.

Behind the mask, the host’s excitement seems to grow.

“Ohoho, we have a winner,” they say, and you hear a light clattering offscreen. When they step back in front of the camera, they're holding the chosen tool; a thick, stiff strip of leather, metal studding one end. They give it a test swish through the air. The sound gets no reaction from Shepard.

“How many do you think he's good for? The metal bits are gonna leave a mark.” The host moves behind the camera, and from their comments, you can guess they're reading through viewer feedback.

“Ten? I'd call that light. Oh, twenty five is more like it— a hundred?” They whistle. “Okay, that might be a bit high. The night is young.”

You scan your monitor screen. In the top corner, there's a little message icon, which you assume is how everyone else is communicating with the host. You briefly consider dropping a request of your own, but then they speak up.

“Let's go with fifty. Happy medium, eh?”

Your eyes dart back down, and you watch as they stroll towards Shepard, smacking the switch lightly against their gloved palm as they move.

“Brace for impact,” they say cheerfully, before cracking the implement across Shepard's chest. His head snaps backwards, a pained noise escaping him.

One. A giddiness is growing in your chest, eager to count down until the man's first scream. The host seems just as energized as you, attacking Shepard’s torso like they're beating dirt out of a rug.

Several seconds pass before they come to a stop, winded. Their arm drops, and they sidestep, letting the camera take in Shepard. His torso is covered in welts, bleeding in some places where the studs broke skin. Aside from a few pained hisses and grunts, he's been silent.

“Fuck,” the host says. “I lost count. What was that? Was that fifty? Forty five?”

They shake their arms, as if to loosen their shoulders.

“We'll call it forty.”

Snap!

The switch comes down, this time cracking across Shepard's face. You wince at the impact. That's gotta hurt. The host continues the attack. Their strokes seem slower now, not as sharp, but they're aiming high, striking him across the nose, cheek, collarbone. Forty eight actually drags a yelp out of the man as metal collides with a welt on his cheekbone, and your heart leaps at the sound.

Forty nine swipes the corner of his mouth, drawing blood, and then…

“Cincuenta,” says the host, letting the switch drop. “Not impressed, hm Vicky? We can change that.” They stroll to their workstation, and you hear the clatter of the switch’s metal tip hitting the table.

A moment later, a third poll appears on the screen.

Whip him, says the first button.

Cut off his tattoo, says the second. 

Holy fuck. That seems a bit extreme, but… fun? Maybe? The guy's a piece of shit, right? He probably deserves much worse. Right?

“Cast your votes,” the host’s voice rings out, and you watch as the poll goes live, the clock suddenly ticking backwards.

“What do you think will make him scream?”

•

[frostytherobot]

Alright. Because I’m thinking about Creep as a film series because they just announced more Creep in the form of THE CREEP TAPES (I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG… it’s not a movie but a TV SHOW!!!) I’m just gonna ramble a little bit about why those movies are so important to me.

First, though:

^ That’s my Creep tattoo. I got it over a year ago and show it off whenever I can.

So, onward.

I watched the first Creep movie for the first time during quarantine lockdown. It was like March of 2021? (Hold on, let me link the episode of my podcast for that.) (Yup. Don’t mind my pre-T voice.) That was like one of the loneliest times of my life. You know how it was, you were there, too. Fucking. Awful. I felt like there was just this bubble of sadness around me and nobody could get through to me. Sure, I had friends I could talk to over the internet, but that can only get you so far. Especially when they have their own lives and you can’t see them face to face.

One night, my two best college buddies and I decided we should watch it for our podcast. That was the one thing we could do that we could talk to each other consistently with, so we went for it. And, fuck. You can hear in that episode how freaked out that movie made us! We talk about human behaviors and the compulsion to kill and where that stems from, the relationship between politeness and gender roles, and lot of other related topics in that episode. It’s a smart film that knows how to suck you into the reality; you see these two men up close and personal, their odd behaviors, and the found footage formatting and intimate setting make you feel as though you are there witnessing all of this with them. As them. Those awkward moments make you cringe; watching Josef admit to stalking Aaron, catching Josef on the lies, tubby time. Oh, god, tubby time.

And then there was the ending. The moment where the camera is left in the car, you’re left in the car, and you just have to watch as Josef puts on the Peachfuzz wolf mask, flourishes his jacket, and buries that axe into Aaron’s head. The shot is static. It’s matter-of-fact, and that’s why it’s so horrifying. He’s dead. You followed this shy, awkward guy on his journey getting to know an oddball all the way to the lake, and he’s dead now. And then, the murderous oddball looks directly into the camera, and while he says Aaron’s name, he’s looking at you as he says, “That is why I love you. And that is why you will always be my favorite. Of them all.” Like he was thanking you for witnessing this event.

I felt like there was someone behind me for hours afterward. Josef had somehow gotten into my home. And that’s how it started.

Months later, we watched the second one. (Episode link here.) Of course we loved it. I loved it. It wasn’t as scary as the first one, but the intimacy and emotional connection was still there. That feeling of watching two people through their own eyes was still there. Only this time, they were trying to out-weird each other, or at least come together on a level they could both understand. The thing is, they were still misunderstanding each other. Sara is only comfortable with Josef’s Aaron’s freakiness because she thought he was lying to her when he wasn’t. The moment she starts to take it seriously is when she decides to leave, and that’s when Josef Aaron pulls out the lies and the deceit to bring her back in. And when she comes back in, that’s when she starts being genuine, letting her guard down, and that’s when she gets into trouble. She starts to believe in the watered-down version of Josef Aaron, seeing the front of softness as a vulnerability in him, and to a point, it is. But she totally disregards everything else that has happened during this day as some kind of ruse, when she should have kept those moments in mind. He’s still a killer, and dangerous, even if he plays it like he isn’t.

Sara ultimately pays the price for entertaining his whims. I guess Aaron did, too, but in a different way. While Aaron died and became a part of Josef, Sara now cannot get rid of him. He tries to kill her, and she runs, refusing his gift of death and absorption into himself, but now he follows her. She’s literally moved on, but like a ghost or a bad dog with attachment issues, he still follows her. He gave her his heart, after all.

And then I got to putting two and two together on why exactly all of this was appallingly appealing to me. I was alone. I was drifting further into this state of paradoxical nothing-pain. And suddenly, I was being welcomed into a dynamic in which I was wanted. It was an obsessive want, but I was wanted. He got me. They all did. Josef, Aaron, Sara. Suddenly I’m seeing aspects of my loneliness on screen. The slow reveal of the odd personality traits, the waiting to see the reaction. Pulling those traits back in when they’re not met with the tolerance I wish was there. The staying when I feel so uncomfortable because I want to understand. Upping the ante in an act of bonding. Feeling like I’ve found someone who’s on my wavelength, only to find they weren’t as okay with the whole me as I thought. The sudden urge to end it all. To kill the relationships. Move on, knowing they were dead, but I could still have the memories. They were getting distant. I could do it, you know. Just end it all right then.

Of course, I didn’t do that. But I felt it. I felt it a lot during that time.

I’ve not been super mentally healthy over my time being alive. I’ve been hospitalized for it. Not a fun experience, by the way. But that was another aspect that just drew me closer to Peachfuzz. He’s funny, and weird, and unstable. Always lying to appeal to the people around him because he wants them to stay, for sincere and sinister reasons. He’s terrible and lonely. I was terrible and lonely.

And there it was. Crystal clear. Los aguas milagros de corazón. I was taking comfort in a manifestation of something dark that I saw in myself. A mischievous, funny, isolated, totally fucked-in-the-head, murderous darkness. I wasn’t alone in that room anymore, and yeah, perhaps my company should’ve been something not so, well, creepy, but I thanked him for being there. I could put a face with the feeling, and the nothing-pain started going away.

He’s a friend of mine now. And I love him a lot.

[femmmie]

Review of Smosh's Funeral Roast

I am harsh at times, but know it all comes from a place of love!

Spoilers under the cut

I live in Europe. This is relevant because of timezones: the funeral roast of Anthony Padilla was live at 6pm for them, meaning 3am for me. I am not the youthful insomniac I once was so I had to train my sleep schedule the entire week - otherwise I would miss it because I fell asleep. But I wanted to witness this live. I love smosh.

The trailer for this roast deserves an award: Ian and the cast have a movie night as suddenly the light turns blue and everyone but Ian freezes. He seems to know what's going on and discovers a zombie or ghost like Anthony levitating. The cast of the roast are all introduced and all play a gothic, churchy kind of character. See the full trailer here (it's currently at 666k views, how fun):

Around 1am I got impatient and decided not to wait for my alarm clock but to install myself on the couch, with a blanket and a scarf, and a hot cup of tea, god knows I would need it. I watched episodes of the Scott Pilgrim Netflix series to kill the time. The character Todd Ingram reminded me a lot of Anthony and I wonder whether Anthony has 'vegan superpowers' as well. Probably so.

Finally, the pre-show begins. This is pretty uneventful as they play a game and succesfully convince thousands of viewers to buy their tickets to the main show. I look at them. Everyone is gorgeous. But I can't look away from Ian and Anthony. And here is where I stray from actually reviewing the show to let my inner fangirl out: holy fuck they are hot. Me and my friends on tumblr have been making 'forgive me Father, for I have SINNED' jokes because his character, 'the pastor', just brings that out in people. We're not used to Ian in black, or in a robe, and he looks phenomenal. And then there is Anthony, clothed in a ridiculous Harry Styles-esque lace top with lace gloves, resting his head on Ian's shoulder. It's such a cute moment, Ian pushes him upright. He can be alive for a second before his funeral. My heart melts. Honerable mention: Courtney's bikini girl cleavage right behind Ian. The girls were ready to rock. Okay, okay, back to the review.

The room feels kind of small and a bit claustrophobic. The Smosh art dept. always steps up, so the stained glass "friendship never dies" high-five looks incredible, and the megachad-Anthony portrait hilarious. The casket is huge. But the props make the set look even smaller. I think the problem is the cameras. I realize how difficult camerawork is when you have multiple focus points to switch between, but next time they should do a lot of practice with this to streamline, to get everyone in the shot and better capture people's reactions to the roasts.

Ian walks in. He starts off with a bit about who Anthony is: a hot, hardworking guy with a big dick. Those are the main takeaways of his roasts.

Amanda is next. She looks beautiful but very wacky. Her deliverance and accent are stellar, though. She truly is top talent at Smosh. Her roasts are also some of the most scorching of the night. She doesn't shy away from calling out Anthony's past problematic behavior and less than stellar performance in the bedroom ("look it up!") She gets a round of applause and deservedly so.

Tommy follows with a kind of angry roast, and proceeds to read the will, from which nobody comes away unscathed. I feels like his words about Anthony supposedly hating the cast are a necessary evil. Just the same day Anthony posted his interview with Shayne on his personal channel. There we learned that Shayne didn't know before if Ian and Anthony actually had wanted to hire them. Anthony said they were very much involved, something I don't know whether to believe. As apparently, Ian never talked about it with Shayne either, for all those years. Shayne had also been very apprehensive when Anthony came back, not knowing what would happen and the first change was to boot the entire cast off the main channel. I feel like Tommy's roast puts the topic on the table and hopefully they will talk about it more until nobody has any doubt left.

Now I have to insert that one of my main critiques of the night is that lots of people both did a lot of obvious jokes (tattoos, leaving smosh, general appearance) and did not go hard enough. Anthony kind of has an awkward CEO vibe (he's not the ceo but still) about him that seems to make even the cast a bit wary of him. I had hoped for jokes about that.

Brandon Rogers is next and rightfully points out the lack of celebrities in the line-up. Doesn't Anthony have more friends who want to roast him? Either he doesn't or the rest of Smosh don't have access to them. Which is both fine, because it is a Smosh party after all.

Arasha comes in swinging with all kinds of Zoomer slang that I frankly don't understand but her deadpan delivery is like a breath of fresh air. She ends with a very nice message. That kind of undercuts her roasts though, I wish she would have been meaner.

Now it is time for the musical half-time show, which actually deserves its own review. Performed by Angela and Chanse, this is incredible. By far, the most professional part of the evening. These are no theater kids, as they still call themselves. These are Broadway acTORS! I was really taken away by their talent. Not only do they act, but they also sing amazingly? Did you hear Angela do screamo?! And Chanse's riffs? They pointedly mention the sexual tension between Ian and Anthony, both on- and off screen. This has been occupying my mind ever since. Wow, sorry I went fangirl-mode again. But the halftime show simply is that good. Keith makes an appearance at the end and brings the show back down to earth with his humor.

The biggest surprise guests are next in what I can only describe as Dan telling the horny tale of his years long obsession with Anthony, and the many, many times he unloaded on the 'sexy Anthony' calender (which is a real calender, I was there when it came out but was broke at the time, darnit). Dan and Phil have been shedding their PG personas on their own channels for a while now, but for those who don't watch them daily this December - they're doing gamingmas and it's chaos - it is shocking what X-rated stuff comes out of their mouths. Anthony is visibly taken aback. Good!

As the show progresses, Ian keeps moderating as the pastor. It is great to see him so in control and enjoying the roast of his best friend. The joke of Ian not being able to show his emotions comes up a lot, but today I see him mainly just having fun.

Of course, then there is Bikini Girl, whom I had high hopes for, maybe too high. She is hilarious, but nothing really stings. Courtney does also direct the whole show, so super kudos to her. I just don't think she has the best roasts. She is followed by Rhett and Link, who just do their regular thing. It is funny but not very original. You can only hear so many tattoo jokes before it gets old. We do see Link's bare torso, so a win for fangirls (gender neutral).

Then Shayne, or should I say the Chosen has his turn. He is absolutely in character and does great. I just don't know if the Chosen is the best person to deliver roasts. It feels more like a Shayne party than a roast of Anthony. Which enough people love all the same, I'm sure.

Angela is 'the vessel', a possessed girl, reading the roasts from the audience. These roasts are very mid (they should have included mine! /j), but her delivery is again stellar. Smosh is really lucky to have her.

And last but not least, Ian goes on a second roasting spree. Only, it isn't a roast? He just makes fun of Anthony’s baby picture and then proceeds to tell Anthony how grateful he is for him, how he's so glad they are friends again and that he loves him? Anthony is crying by this time, which makes the moment even more tender.

Of course, Anthony has to do a counter-roast. It is apparent that he is still affected by all the roasting or 'love-bombing' as Amanda calls it. And he's not as good at live comedy yet. Still, his jokes are funny and really in Anthony's own style. He concludes with Ian's quote of being happy to burn Smosh to the ground with him. I knew that quote would be ingrained in Anthony's mind. It was one of the sweetest things Ian had ever said to him, after all. Until Ian has now told him he loves him, of course.

And then it was 5 am. I got a healthy two hours of sleep in! I came away from this roast with a content smile and a full heart. This was well worth the ticket, the staying up late. I am happy to be a member and support them monthly, I've loved their humor even before they started their youtube channel. I love Smosh. I'm so happy that Anthony is back. Smosh is whole again. And it brings out that light in Ian's eyes. He is funny in an unhinged way again. I truly love Anthony and Ian and their dumb videos. I want them to continue to make them forever. These kinds of live shows are fun. But Ian and Anthony truly shine in their off the walls absurdist sketches.

Special shout-out to my bestie @only-frann who I could scream at this whole day.

[daandyli0n]

so. decided to draw some more realistic noses. think i did pretty well.

anyway!! the MCI kids in my Rewrite!

fun facts for y'all:

Naomi and Gabi were Liz's best friends before she died.

Baker absolutely loved Bonnie. favorite animatronic. he wanted to be a rock star when he grew up, just like his hero.

Baker never wore shoes anywhere. he also had these Animal Paw socks that his mom got for him that he also wore everywhere.

y'know the saying that's like "Queer people tend to form groups together, even if not all of them have realized they're queer yet"? that summarizes the MCI + Charlie and Cassidy (CC). to give some examples:

Gabi is actually transfem.

Baker and Naomi are aroace, but in different ways. Naomi thinks dating is gross and dreads Valentine's Day. don't get her wrong, getting cards and stuff is nice, but...Christ, can the boys get annoying. she's one of the popular girls, she gets it, but JESUS. Baker? well, for one, the kid's five. but he also just kinda doesn't care in general.

Felix's entire philosophy on gender is "I Don't Give A Shit; Call Me What You Want." kid does Not give a fuck, they've got other things to worry about.

Kelsey is also technically transfem, but never got to really explore that. he has brought the topic up to Cassidy before while they were dead though; "Do you ever have moments where you think you're not a boy?" "I mean yeah, but we're kinda busy trying to kill my dad, Kel-" take this as you will for what that means for Cassidy.

anyway, back to regular headcanons (i mean. if they're my versions of the MCI that are all basically ocs in this rewrite, are they really headcanons?):

Baker and Kelsey were really close to Cassidy, because their brothers (Mike, Jeremy, and Andrew) all knew each other and hung out.

not a single one of these kids are neurotypical. not a one.

Baker is specifically AuDHD (autism + ADHD). to everyone else he's just the most hyperactive kid with a Bonnie obsession in existence.

as y'all can guess, Baker was the youngest :(

Kelsey and Andrew don't have a great home life.

these kids were all friends with Cassidy before they all died.

Baker deals with that "fun" thing where you go into a room and forget why you're there and/or how you got there. it's why Bonnie seems to teleport. it's just because he wanders around and doesn't realize he's reached a place until he's suddenly there. scares the shit out of nightguards, though!

Baker thinks that he's done the coolest thing he could've possibly done; he's BECOME Bonnie. whether that's a coping mechanism for his current situation or he genuinely sees this as an upside is up to y'all.

Baker's surprisingly the least aggressive soul out of the others. he wants vengeance, but he can tell that these nightguards ain't the guy. his "aggression" is just him being a silly little guy, really. he just wants to play with someone!! unfortunately, being in an animatronic makes it much easier to kill someone. poor kid :(

Felix, aside from Cassidy, is the most aggressive. in his eyes, it was the employees' responsibility to keep his safe and from dying. William didn't even try to hide it when he took him. he was in view of the cameras and everything in that suit. and yet no one seemed to notice when he was taken. no one came to stop William from taking him to the back. him killing the nightguards has more to do with bitterness and anger at nothing being done to save him than vengeance against a killer he didn't recognize. he knows damn well who killed him, the kid's just pissed.

Baker recognized Jeremy when he was a nightguard, and didn't attack him the rest of the night. did fuck around with him, though. brothers, am i right?

Gabi really likes hiding under tables so that she doesn't have to talk to people. shy girl, y'know?

Naomi really likes dogs. she kept begging her parents for a dog and, while they promised her one, never got around to getting her a real one. guess how William lured her. Guess.

Naomi, like Susie, was the first of the MCI.

Kelsey liked to draw (and still does, as a ghost. although his drawings after death are less...cheerful, to put it one way)

[carnivorousyandeere]

SFW Alphabet: Ace

CW: mentions of drug use, fighting, killing, depression, risky behavior in general?

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Ace shows affection through physical touch and close proximity to you, always wanting to have his arm slung around your waist or shoulder. He’s also the kind of person to tease the people he likes, so be prepared for him to come up behind you and startle you, things like that. He also verbally teases a lot, especially if you’re reactive (like Cyrus), shy, or short, things like that, but nothing too abjectly mean. Definitely calls you prey-coded things like“human,” or “rabbit.”

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He just sees you, and decides you’re gonna be friends. You don’t have much choice in the matter, sorry~!💕 Wherever you go, he’ll want to go, and he’ll want to drag you to parties and local concerts, etc. Ace can be a real troublemaker– he’s ride or die, and expects you to be too. The chances of ending up with matching mugshots (with him grinning at the camera) are reaaaaal high.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Ace does like cuddling pretty well. His favorites are having you on his lap, or between his legs, and setting his chin down on the top of your head, with his arms around your middle either way. He doesn’t care who sees either, he’ll make you sit like that with him in broad daylight in public and look confused if anybody else is offended by the pda.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

That’s an interesting question; despite the whole rebellious delinquent thing he’s got going on, I do think Ace would like to settle down with you and would even make a decent househusband, being good with cleaning and cooking. He’s a little shy about his cooking skills, but he secretly practices a lot just for you. It makes him really happy if you like what he makes 😊

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

“Pfft, a lover’s spat? How cliché.” He’ll just bring you back, whether you want him to or not, and ‘wait for you to come to your senses.’

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’ll first think about marriage a few weeks or months into knowing you. Ace really likes the idea of getting hitched– and he wants a cool wedding. He’s the kind of guy to make a scrapbook of pictures from the wedding and honeymoon. His personal favorites are of you together on the dancefloor after the ceremony, and pictures of his car with a “Just Hitched ❤️” sign on the back and tin cans tied to the bumper driving into the distance 💞💞

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ace can be incredibly soft and gentle if you’re genuinely scared, hurt, or sad. Wiping away your tears, offering to bring you food, things like that. Otherwise he can be a little hardheaded and abrasive, especially with his penchant for teasing and startling you 😅

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ace likes hugging you, especially from behind. Depending on how tall you are, he likes resting his head on top of yours, on your shoulder, or against your back.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Ace will say it a lot to tease you after he’s already gotten on your nerves LOL. It can take him anywhere from two weeks to a few months to say it seriously, depending on other circumstances.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ace can get really jealous, especially with strangers trying to talk to you. He even gets jealous of the other werewolves, and will often pull you away to cuddle if he misses you. Strangers often get an express trip to the local emergency room or heaven’s door 😇

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Ace’s kisses are often quick and mischievous. He likes catching you off guard with them. Some of his kisses are much deeper and more possessive. He likes kissing you on the top of your head and tip of your nose. He also really likes it if you kiss him on the tip of his nose.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Debatable? Kids think he’s fucking awesome, and he doesn’t do anything to hurt or scare them intentionally, but he’s definitely a bad influence and they might get accidentally injured from like. Him trying to teach them skateboarding or something. Might make a good dad in the future, after settling down more.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Ace isn’t a morning person; if you try to wiggle out of his arms to get up he’ll either pout and give you his best puppy dog eyes, or give you a seductive look– whichever he thinks will convince you to crawl back into bed. He’ll pepper little kisses all over your face if you come back to bed. He does like it if you sit on his lap during breakfast, and he’ll share his food with you 💕

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Ace loves urban exploring at night– aka, breaking and entering, trespassing, etc. He loves the adrenaline rush of it, and he especially loves it if you’re a scaredy-cat and cling to him over every small noise.

He also likes going to bars and parties, but definitely has a penchant for starting fights there.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ace can be extremely careless with a lot of things, including information about himself and the rest of the wolfpack. Just ask Mason, the poor man’s been on the verge of heart attacks like five times from Ace almost revealing the pack. He is shy about small, innocent things that he likes, though— small moments of softness, like picking a worm up off the pavement and placing it back in the grass so it doesn’t get stepped on, or his fondness for strawberries (/u\)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Ace is patient with you and only you, although even that has its limits. If you make him angry, he’ll leave to go cool off. Nobody else is so lucky. He gets in fights for fun and the thrill of it, just imagine how much more ruthless he gets when genuinely angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Ace won’t forget much, but he also likes playing dumb just to tease you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment would definitely be your wedding, if you get married. Before that, it’s gotta be the first time you let him just casually hold you, or you that you sit in his lap.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ace likes spooking you and seeing you scared, but he would never want to genuinely put you in danger. He loves protecting you, and he has the force to back it up. If anybody tries to hurt you, they’re gonna end up on a t-shirt, y’know? 😇 Ace also likes it if you try to protect him, he thinks it’s very endearing of you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Ace NEVER forgets an anniversary. He fucking loves them, loves the excuse to be really saccharine and genuine while still hiding behind his tough-guy facade. “Well, y’know, I’d really be a shit boyfriend to forget,” and other little excuses to hide the depth of his softness for you. Gifts are similar– like the wedding scrapbook? That’s what he would give you on your first anniversary. Although you might have found the work-in-progress in his workshop by accident beforehand, he can be a little careless and forgetful after all 😂

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Getting into fights is the biggest one. It might be sweet if they were only fights over your honor and noble stuff like that, but really he’ll fight randos over anything;;; It’s kinda nerve wracking to have him come home all scraped up and bruised, and he’ll just laugh and shrug it off with the stereotypical “you should see the other guy,” line.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not extremely concerned? He knows he’s hot, and his lack of intentional work on his appearance is part of why. He likes the unkempt, grungy look, and pulls it off damn well. It’s like Henry Cavill as Geralt v./ him as Superman, if Ace tried to clean up too hard it would kill the sex appeal 😅 (sorry Mr Cavill but it’s true)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would be so heartbroken and unable to rest if he ever truly lost you. Ace would never know peace again, pacing from until the small hours of the morning. Eventually he’d waste away from hunger and drugs, not taking care of himself.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His birth name is Giuseppe, but he goes by Ace because he thinks it sounds a lot cooler. His favorite color is red, and his favorite food is strawberries. He can be a little shy about innocuous stuff he genuinely enjoys though, so you might catch him hiding away to eat his strawberries (with or without powdered sugar, but probably with)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ace is flexible; there’s not much you could do to scare him off or genuinely annoy him. Although, if you were to side with Mason every time they have a disagreement, it would definitely get under his skin.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Ace prefers sleeping next to you in human form rather than wolf form. He always, always wants to spoon, and doesn’t give a shit which of you is the big or little spoon. He also tends to run hot, and sleeps in thin pajama pants, usually without a shirt. He does tend to move around a lot and sometimes when he does wear a shirt to bed, he’ll wake up to find it crumpled on the floor??

[red-velvet-0w0]

ok ok ok so I’ve heard you talk about your OCs but I don’t actually know anything about them so could you tell me about them?

:D

A chance to talk about my ocs!!!!!!!!

YIPEE!!!!

okay so

basicaly

theres a WHOLE lot of details i could get into but the basics of it is:

5 teenagers from a small town end up trapped in a time loop, though most of their memories get reset every loop, with a few exeptions (they keep the knowlege that they are in the time loop and the general knowlege of the relationships between each other, but cannot remember specifics of what happened)(they also each have a special thing that allows them to have some knowlege of what happened last time called a Memorabilia).

Ida Vidya: was a photographer from the school newspaper who dreamed of being a investigative journalist when she grew up. She is by far the most determined to figure out all of the mysteries in the town and escaping the loop. her memorabilia a disposable camera which stores 10 photos taken in the previous loop into the next loop

Jack Edmund-Kang: Is the son of the mayor and a sports player (though i havent fully decided what sport he did and its not really relevant). He has a lot of self worth issues and has taken it upon himself to protect everyone else from everything thats trying to kill them. His memorabilia is that he can remember all the blood and dead bodies hes seen in past loops and keeps any bodily changes through loops (ie: muscle growth, or scars. he has so so so so so many scars)

Jane Hare: a trans girl and aspiring writer. Shes pretty shy and has a fuck ton of anxiety and self hatred. I would go into more details but her story is pretty heavily tied to The Reflection so ill get to that later. she wakes up every morning with a limerick explaining what happened in the previous loop but with vague and cryptic wording

Amelia Augur: genderfluid cottagecore artist. she has a raven named Ray who she keeps as a pet. Ray keeps all the memories from previous loops but can only do so much to help due to being. you know. a bird

Blake Payne: angsty emo transmasc/nonbinary dude. has a neglectful mother and a lot of trauma. plays the drums. Hearing specific sounds can trigger memories from them from previous loops

as they start investigating and trying to figure out whats going on, however, they then realize that the situation isnt as simple as they seem

every loop the US government figures out something is going wrong and sends Special Agent Booker (CIA) to investigate the town and see whats going on. she doesnt keep her memories (at least at first some stuff goes down towards the end of the story) but comes into conflict with the children when they both are after the same thing.

As it turns out, Jacks father, Mayor Kang, is the leader secret underground society that worships and ancient magical artifact known as the Pentagramic Pocketwatch that he has been using to keep himself alive for centuries and was planning on using to revive his dead wife. It was stolen from them recently and they figure out that whoever has it is using it to trap them in a time loop. They realize that the kids are keeping some of their memories, and assume that they were the ones who stole the pocketwatch and begin hunting them down and trying to reclaim the pocketwatch.

Several minor gods have realized that the watch has been stolen and are trying to take it for themselves to become more powerful. among them: The Beast, god of the hunt and strength, The Mask, god of manipulation and trickery, The Reflection, god of self-perception and mirrors, and The Day, god of... days. The Beast has the least going on and is mostly just busy having vague toxic yaoi with the mayor and killing people. The Mask is just absolute worsties with Booker, and also really really hates Ida. its by far physicaly the weakest of all the gods but makes up for it by managing to constantly outsmart everyone. The Reflection ends up using Janes dysphoria as a tool to manipulate her into a weird abusive relationship where it forces her to work for it and help it get its hands on the pocketwatch (eventualy they "break up" and trap it inside of a hand mirror with The Masks help). The Day is just sorta there and nobody knows what its up to.

eventualy (im skipping past a lot) its revealed that The Day was the one who stole the pocketwatch because it dies every night and is reborn every day (fun paralels to how the time loop affects the kids) (this was set up earlier dont worry i just didnt have somewhere to put it in here so i didnt mention it) and is using the watch to turn back time right before it dies. they manage to get to it and convince it to give back the watch and allow time to progress again (again this is skipping over a lot). so the kids take it and are about to destroy it when out of nowhere The Mayor shows up and steals the pocketwatch before dissapearing to try to use it in a ritual to bring back his wife. However, the ritual nearly unravels the spacetime continuum and he comes to terms with her death and allows Jack to destroy the pocketwatch, killing him in the process

(this was a very quick summary, if you want more specific information on any part of this you can just send another ask. this is just sorta the very basics)

[night-faye]

"Let the demon child come out and play!" everybody who knows Nezha lore turns to stare at the camera. I knew with this episode, you'd have two more reasons to hate Peng than just Macky and Mei lol. "This isn't worth your life." "You're right. It's worth far more than that." *sighs in lore.* You need therapy too, this show made it worse. "No matter what options it's giving you, you're always going to end up in the same spot." "Ooooh, thanks Macaque. You went through more effort than usual to make me feel like dirty dirt dirt. Good job, round of applause." ABSOLUTELY CRACKING UP AT MK DISHING OUT ALL THIS SASS AND MACKY'S STUMPED LOOK AND AWKWARD EYE ROLL gosh that face- "You were supposed to realize by now that the choices the game's giving you aren't the only choices you've got. Life isn't some pre-written thing like a video game where you have to do what the tutorial says." "It's time to start making your own choices. Something I wish I'd learned a lot sooner than I did." DULY NOTING THIS DOWN FOR THE S4 SPECIAL. We know, it's hard for you to be pushy when you were younger, always following Wukong and friends. Also ow, the cut to the drawing they made together :') two different art styles, they DID draw that together and Wukong kept it all this time :') :') :') Well now that we're in the S4 special uh hehe, you can see where it comes in :) "Only you get to decide who you are, kiddo." That had NO right to be as soft as it was. Haha yep, very weird how the Celestial beings instantly react to that. Only other thing those three have in common excluding MK is dying and being brought back in different ways.

1) SoySauce Duo is a TREASURE. It's so funny watching MK gush about how Wukong was all cute and cheeky, no WAY he did nothing wrong. "Sir, my client is just a fluffy monkey. Let him go. Is it a crime to be silly?" He'd make a great lawyer lol. Meanwhile, Macky is RIGHT THERE lol. It's ok we already heard his perspective. But he's holding back and is just like.......dude. did you even read the book.

2) Love love love the trope of Macky constantly collecting more monkeys. Those little guys missed him a lot, surely. Also LOL at MK laughing at Macky's expense over being called "bud." There's a misconception that Macky would be calling Wukong "peaches" nah that's all stuff like "your majesty" meanwhile Wukong is nicknaming this grumpy ball of fluff something cute like "peaches." Hard agree with his anguish tho like tell us what happened already for realsies we're still waiting for part 2!! 3) "We have to try. He'd do the same for any of us." Meanwhile Macky: *thinking back to MK's S3 rant and the cave divorce* "I can't believe I'm sticking my neck out for Wukong. Again." says monkey not being forced to do anything. Love also, how he apparently read all 2,000 pages of this book. just divorced ex-best friend nemesis you want to kill things. ALSO 😭 that "Wukong, what have you done." has crazy emotion. you two know each other so deeply. Notice how Wukong's eyebrows used to be all messy like Macky's here 🤔 something something, monkey who tries to appear more like a civilized human to belong somewhere and not be seen as a savage beast. 4) Who knows really why Macky was bandaging himself alone or what fight he got into off screen. Just warrior things. But hey 👀 that promise he reminded Macky of in the 2nd ep this season. It is ILLEGALLY CUTE AND PRECIOUS how Wukong is able to dispel any doubts or concerns Macky has just by poking him all goofy like that and UGH THE CUTE SHY SMILES THAT HE CAN'T HELP BC OF HIS STUPID OPTIMISTIC SHINING LIGHT OF A FRIEND and the FREAKING HAIR RUFFLE "Quit it, eat your dang peach." He says with a complete smile audible in his voice bc his friend is stupidly endearing. "You're a peach!" OKAY WUKONG.

>*throws myself off a cliff*<

[way2gosuperrstarr]

Psst...! I am asking about your OCs!

hello anon. thank you. sets you down in a comfy chair. now that i've been asked about my ocs i have forgotten everything about them 😵‍💫 /silly/hj

um um um. evelynn and milo ummm ...... these two dont have a super developed story yet ehmmm ,,,,, my most developed oc is fran but i get embarrassed talking about them for too long ehgjehfje

ok um evelynn and milo grew up in a lab, it's the only hospital in their small town (greenlake) so everyone goes there. 'greenlake medical center and labs.' behind the hospital front is a huge fucking lab. that's where evelynn and milo grow up, till theyre about ,,, 13 years old. atp one of the employees is beginning to feel guilty for working at this lab. it's not the best place to its 'subjects'. evelynn staring at him through the camera as if she can actually see him and sending him 'signals' on pieces of paper is not helping.

eventually he decides. he's breaking these kids out. he's become attached to these two and his job is rotating him out of this position soon anyway. and he does successfully! he adopts the two, quits his job, and flees greenlake ehmmm ,,,,, sparknotes version of the lore god 😵‍💫

so evelynn is a mechanics and sciences FREAK. she loves fucking around with chemicals, taking shit apart and building shit, she loves science. most of her stuff is to "make her and milo's lives easier" (it usually doesnt). she would drink a random chemical if prompted. when their new dad adopts them and breaks them out and they get a new home, the garage is fully dedicated to evelynn's Weird Shit. her room is full of it too. she's weird. milo loves to garden and knit and sew. he enjoys crafting as well.

evelynn also has extremely minor telepathic abilities. speaking into other's minds and influencing/morphing their moods is really it.

evelynn's flooded the house before on accident. she's also set a couple fires. she's a whizz with chemicals and mechanics though. milo is very withdrawn, shy, has a horrible fear of people and thinks everyone has intent to hurt him (he gets a bit better with it), evelynn is very outgoing, incredibly strange, and a little bit dense. no one knows if its on purpose or she's just Like That naturally. /silly

evelynn and milo both produce a translucent green material from their skin that can be shaped, hardened, and also reabsorbed back into their skin. they are twins and are both trans in the opposite directions. the material they produce can be used as functional objects (for example, a pair of scissors) but it must be reabsorbed after a while or it'll just disappear. they cant make permanent objects. they also have teeny tiny horns <3 this doesnt have much significance its jusr smth ive kept due to sentimental reasons from their first designs. it does not signal that theyre underworlders, theyre just little horns. cause i can.

my current brainstorm point for them is theyre chips off of a previous person or something. or something split evelynn and milo into two different people . grain of salt here its still a brainstorm point . um

tldr evelynn is a weird fucking Person and milo likes to garden and is Scared thank you goodnight . sorry if any of this is like actually unintelligible or the grammar got killed somewhere i got . very giddy. their dad does not have a name yet i forgot to do that when i made him. he does have a super rusted and beat up truck that is probably going to fall apart at any second though.

[ultramori]

What is RTOF?

Ah yes.

Tbh I've been kind of holding off on telling ppl bc I was planning on writing it into a proper fanfiction but tbh I think that idea is far behind me now so I'll just tell you. Huddle around, children! Warning, Basil attacks Sunny multiple times throughout.

RTOF is short for Red Thread Of Fate. In the AU (almost) every person is born with a "thread" that connects them to one other person. These threads aren't physical, but you can see them when you're with your significant or insignificant other. Basically there are two versions of the threads that the universe has accepted; soulmate threads that guide you to your future lover, or enemy threads that guide you to the person you hate the most. Of course the threads don't dictate everything, one could still hate their soulmate or love their enemy. So in the AU, Hero and Mari share a soulmate thread, Aubrey and Kel share an enemy thread, and Basil and Sunny share a thread. What kind of thread you may ask? It's complicated between them because Basil has a crush on Sunny and Sunny doesn't reciprocate said feelings. But Basil is too shy to confess to Sunny and Sunny is to awkward to hang out with him at all so they just never really decide on whether the thread is a good thing or bad thing. Over time they both get obsessed with their ideas, Basil getting more and more in love with Sunny and Sunny getting more and more fed up with his bullshit, that they both fully believe that their opinion on what the thread means is the right one.

Basil eventually realizes that Sunny is becoming a little more distant each day and panics because he feels like Sunny doesn't love him anymore. Basil starts getting tormented with awful nightmares and he starts feeling wary of Hero and Mari. One night Basil freaks the fuck out because all he wants is Sunny to comfort him when he's pulling their relationship apart. Basil gets up and decides he wants to talk with Sunny that night, and goes over to his house in the middle of the night with garden shears just in case a dog tries to attack him or something. Bad choice. When he comes in, Sunny catches him, panics because it looks like Basil broke into his house to harm him, Basil instinctively lies and tells Sunny he was looking for his missing camera — which Sunny was using as a temporary flashlight — and they start fighting over it. During their battle Basil accidentally admits the fact that he's fed up with Sunny not loving him back and Sunny thinks badly of him for it. After some more fistfighting, Basil winds up to stab Sunny with his shears as a defense mechanism, and Sunny quickly takes a photo of him doing so. Sunny threatens to tell their friends that Basil tried to kill him with the photo as evidence and Basil has no choice but to back away in defeat.

The next morning everyone spends some time at Mari and Hero's new house! They eat breakfast, chat together, and it's even pleasant for Sunny because Basil decided not to show up! Hooray, I guess? But then after a while Basil does eventually come, and Sunny is not happy about it. Sunny tries to deliberately avoid Basil, and the latter realizes this. Basil tries to get near Sunny one too many times and Sunny starts shouting at him to go away. Basil tries to play dumb, but he knows exactly why Sunny is acting like this, it couldn't be more obvious. They get into a small argument, Basil threatens Sunny's life on accident again, Aubrey overhears and calls over Hero and Mari, and the three of them ask Basil and Sunny what's wrong. Sunny decides this is the perfect time to show them the photo and so he does, much to Basil's dismay. Basil tries to explain the photo, but his brain is so caught up in the fact that Sunny, his supposed soulmate, just put him in a really bad spot. Mari and Hero were unsure of what they should do, and Aubrey decided that it was best if she kept an eye on Basil.

Later that day Kel comes to the house and hangs out with Sunny, completely oblivious as to what happened while he was gone. Aubrey has to explain it for him, and feels very..... Anxious about what Basil would do to Sunny if the latter didn't try to apologize. It didn't take a genius to figure that Basil's trust in Sunny would be shattered by now, and that would make more reason for Basil to potentially attack Sunny again. Everyone tries to cheer Sunny on to go have a non-violent talk with Basil like a normal person, and Kel decides to come with Sunny just in case shit hits the fan. When they reach Basil's room, he tries to get Kel to leave so that it's only him and Sunny. Kel only goes for a little bit to go talk with his brother, and promises Sunny he'll be right back. While Kel is gone, Basil locks the door with two locks and makes sure he doesn't come back. Huh, I wonder why he did that. Basil and Sunny try to make themselves look as innocent as possible, and Sunny calls Basil out and accuses him of threatening his life multiple times entirely on purpose with an entire thought process behind it. Basil tries to make Sunny understand, but it doesn't work. Sunny hates him and he makes sure he knows. Basil tries to get over his prior accidents, but old habits die hard and he's once again fighting with Sunny.

Kel hears this and quickly grabs the key for the room, but he doesn't have the other one, so he runs downstairs to ask if Mari has the other one. Meanwhile, Sunny punches Basil in the gut so hard that Basil is immediately put into "he's trying to kill me so I gotta kill him first" mode. Basil grabs a clay pot of tansies off of the nearby shelf and smashes it over Sunny's head, making him black out instantly. Kel and Hero bust their way into Basil's room, but it's already too late. Kel flips out, thinking that all of this is his fault, and Hero nearly faints at the sight of a potentially dead Sunny. Everyone else comes and Mari calls an ambulance immediately, while Aubrey drags Basil out of there as fast as possible.

When the ambulance arrives, Mari, Hero, and Kel hop aboard with Sunny. Sunny almost wakes up but then slips back into his coma. Aubrey brought Basil to his house with Polly, and they both reassure him that he isn't completely at fault. Basil 100% wouldn't have done that if he was thinking straight, but everything, the threads, Sunny's judgment, the years of wanting to be with Sunny blurring into some far off dream, got to him and he panicked. It took Sunny a really long time to fully heal, but his friends made sure to visit him frequently. Especially Kel. Kel felt very, VERY bad about that day, solely because he made the mistake of leaving Sunny alone. He wants to forgive Basil for what he did, too, but seeing Sunny in a constant coma really hurt his heart.

Basil one day visited Sunny with the full intention of apologizing for being such a fucking idiot (his words, not mine). But, when Sunny wakes up, he's already forgiven the Basil from his dreams. Sunny just accepts that Basil probably did something he didn't want to, and it took a lot to get past his resentment towards him. And the rest is history! Kind of. Idk I didn't plan that far ahead. Yeah, I know, pretty basic story, but hey! It's the best I can do! Thanks to whoever read all this shit.

[fromsidelinez]

early morning sunlight peeked through half drawn blinds, stirring the young man awake from a restless night of sleep. he rolled over to squint his eyes at the alarm clock resting on the nightstand nearby. 7:04 am. the sinking feeling he felt in his stomach was a painful reminder of what had happened the night before. it was as if his brain had been trying to rewire itself while he tossed and turned in bed to forget the long conversations, the forlorn glances, the way his lover's voice cracked when he shouted, tongues slipping against bared teeth. the attempts were futile. it was the next day and it only took a split second for timothée to remember everything.

rolling over to face dylan felt painful. the other male was laying on his side facing timothée, eyes closed and chest rising and falling slowly. the dark haired male reached over to trace the outline of dylan's jaw with his index finger, ghosting the pad of it over his eyelids before moving it to his lips. there was a fleeting wish of wanting a camera in his hand, maybe the polaroid the pair had gotten together about a year ago to take a picture of the sleeping man to remember this moment by. but why look back on what would surely be one of the most horrible mornings of his life?

a night of arguing after going out to dinner resulted in timothée being hit with the realization that he was doing nothing but hurting the love of his life. he couldn't even remember how the fight started, but it was almost like the both of them got off on it because it would most likely result in a night of making love or just deciding to get over it for the sake of falling asleep next to each other and one of them not having to take a cab back to their respective apartment. it was an endless cycle of timmy not speaking up, not showing dylan how much he really meant to him because he knew the other male would leave him one day for good.

he would leave him for something better, maybe someone who did what they were told and had softer eyes. someone who could travel across the world with him at a moments notice, someone who wouldn't shy away from him after sex, someone who could be emotionally available. why would he expose someone to the darkest parts of himself if it would end in him getting hurt? there was too much at risk. why cant they have one good night?

do you want me to go home? no. what do you want then? i don't know! suddenly there's a hand slipping under his shirt and one of them saying we cant keep doing this. there's a promise of one last night together, and timothée wants that because it means it can be close to dylan again. dylan is an addiction, a crutch that timothée would kill to get one last hit of no matter the cost, even if it would leave him strung out for days to come.

shouting and shoving turns into shoes being kicked off while stumbling towards the bedroom. one last time, one last night. we both agreed it's over after this. i'll leave before he wakes up in the morning. timothée makes sure dylan doesn't leave any marks on him this time. he doesn't want want any reminders of this night. he feels sick, like they were doing something wrong but he cant stop. he swears he sees a tear roll down dylan's cheek while they're tangled up under the sheets.

timmy sighs and pulled his hand back from dylan's face, chest heavy and eyes welling up with tears. maybe it was better that he never told the other man he loved him. maybe it would have hurt him more to have known that. he slips on his boxers, quietly moving throughout the bedroom to make sure he gathered all of his belongings. lucy sits perched on the couch in the living room wide awake, tilting her head in his direction as timmy walks through the room. timothée stops in his tracks for a moment to smile sadly at her, lifting one hand as if to wave goodbye as he walks out through the apartment door.

[martygraves]

(Ported over from my personal blog.)

If you'd like to know why Creep is one of my favorite film franchises of all time, and why I'm so excited that they've announced a series showcasing all of Josef's other kills, here you go:

I watched the first Creep movie for the first time during quarantine lockdown. It was like March of 2021? (Hold on, let me link the episode of my podcast for that.) (Yup. Don’t mind my pre-T voice.) That was like one of the loneliest times of my life. You know how it was, you were there, too. Fucking. Awful. I felt like there was just this bubble of sadness around me and nobody could get through to me. Sure, I had friends I could talk to over the internet, but that can only get you so far. Especially when they have their own lives and you can’t see them face to face.

One night, my two best college buddies and I decided we should watch it for our podcast. That was the one thing we could do that we could talk to each other consistently with, so we went for it. And, fuck. You can hear in that episode how freaked out that movie made us! We talk about human behaviors and the compulsion to kill and where that stems from, the relationship between politeness and gender roles, and lot of other related topics in that episode. It’s a smart film that knows how to suck you into the reality; you see these two men up close and personal, their odd behaviors, and the found footage formatting and intimate setting make you feel as though you are there witnessing all of this with them. As them. Those awkward moments make you cringe; watching Josef admit to stalking Aaron, catching Josef on the lies, tubby time. Oh, god, tubby time.

And then there was the ending. The moment where the camera is left in the car, you’re left in the car, and you just have to watch as Josef puts on the Peachfuzz wolf mask, flourishes his jacket, and buries that axe into Aaron’s head. The shot is static. It’s matter-of-fact, and that’s why it’s so horrifying. He’s dead. You followed this shy, awkward guy on his journey getting to know an oddball all the way to the lake, and he’s dead now. And then, the murderous oddball looks directly into the camera, and while he says Aaron’s name, he’s looking at you as he says,“That is why I love you. And that is why you will always be my favorite. Of them all.” Like he was thanking you for witnessing this event.

I felt like there was someone behind me for hours afterward. Josef had somehow gotten into my home. And that’s how it started.

Months later, we watched the second one. (Episode link here.) Of course we loved it. I loved it. It wasn’t as scary as the first one, but the intimacy and emotional connection was still there. That feeling of watching two people through their own eyes was still there. Only this time, they were trying to out-weird each other, or at least come together on a level they could both understand. The thing is, they were still misunderstanding each other. Sara is only comfortable with Josef’s Aaron’s freakiness because she thought he was lying to her when he wasn’t. The moment she starts to take it seriously is when she decides to leave, and that’s when Josef Aaron pulls out the lies and the deceit to bring her back in. And when she comes back in, that’s when she starts being genuine, letting her guard down, and that’s when she gets into trouble. She starts to believe in the watered-down version of Josef Aaron, seeing the front of softness as a vulnerability in him, and to a point, it is. But she totally disregards everything else that has happened during this day as some kind of ruse, when she should have kept those moments in mind. He’s still a killer, and dangerous, even if he plays it like he isn’t.

Sara ultimately pays the price for entertaining his whims. I guess Aaron did, too, but in a different way. While Aaron died and became a part of Josef, Sara now cannot get rid of him. He tries to kill her, and she runs, refusing his gift of death and absorption into himself, but now he follows her. She’s literally moved on, but like a ghost or a bad dog with attachment issues, he still follows her. He gave her his heart, after all.

And then I got to putting two and two together on why exactly all of this was appallingly appealing to me. I was alone. I was drifting further into this state of paradoxical nothing-pain. And suddenly, I was being welcomed into a dynamic in which I was wanted. It was an obsessive want, but I was wanted. He got me. They all did. Josef, Aaron, Sara. Suddenly I’m seeing aspects of my loneliness on screen. The slow reveal of the odd personality traits, the waiting to see the reaction. Pulling those traits back in when they’re not met with the tolerance I wish was there. The staying when I feel so uncomfortable because I want to understand. Upping the ante in an act of bonding. Feeling like I’ve found someone who’s on my wavelength, only to find they weren’t as okay with the whole me as I thought. The sudden urge to end it all. To kill the relationships. Move on, knowing they were dead, but I could still have the memories. They were getting distant. I could do it, you know. Just end it all right then.

Of course, I didn’t do that. But I felt it. I felt it a lot during that time.

I’ve not been super mentally healthy over my time being alive. I’ve been hospitalized for it. Not a fun experience, by the way. But that was another aspect that just drew me closer to Peachfuzz. He’s funny, and weird, and unstable. Always lying to appeal to the people around him because he wants them to stay, for sincere and sinister reasons. He’s terrible and lonely. I was terrible and lonely.

And there it was. Crystal clear. Los aguas milagros de corazón. I was taking comfort in a manifestation of something dark that I saw in myself. A mischievous, funny, isolated, totally fucked-in-the-head, murderous darkness. I wasn’t alone in that room anymore, and yeah, perhaps my company should’ve been something not so, well, creepy, but I thanked him for being there. I could put a face with the feeling, and the nothing-pain started going away.

He’s a friend of mine now. And I love him a lot.

[chaos-bringer-13]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

*runs out of breath, inhales*

AAAAAAAAART!!!

The scars. Omc. The fangs. The messy hair. Ahhhhhhhhdbdbfjdifjrb

Also please don't think that rambling about random plots and ideas is cringe, this is tumblr, we're all like this here! Rambling and listening to other people rambling are my favourite activities :D

And oh yes, Danny as the Ancient of Balance! I love your idea of him showing two sides, and let's mix it up, let it be not obvious "scary death, nice life", make Danny being able to show two sides of anything. Make it something poetical (because I'm feeling dramatic today), something like "Fear of unavoidable end, need to bow before the power that defeats anyone - death. Danger and confusion and pain that is brought by a power that appears from nothing and refuses to be defeated - life" on one side and "Calmness of eternal sleep, contentment of arriving to the final destination, safety you only feel in embrace of death. Happiness overflowing you upon seeing a flower blooming in a crack of stone, care of a living creature that chose you to be its friend, unconditional love of a child seeing the world for the first time in their life" on the other. That's just what Danny's auras feel like at their strongest ofc, normally he just lightly channels some calmness and that's it. I feel like there should be one scene when some entity acts specifically to destroy balance, and it enrages Danny even though he can't process why (because of course he's oblivious enough to not know that he's the ancient of balance), and that's when we get to see him use his aura to the extreme.

Big Scary Entity vs just some guy™ Danny XD

Danny: I'm not mad, just disappointed.

Very powerful entity (barely remembers what happened because of Danny's aura, is feeling confused and guilty): *sobbing* I'm sorry :(

JL: How did you do that??

Danny: Dunno, Midwestern politeness and channelling my therapist sister. Therapy is one hell of a thing, am I right? :D

Entity: *sobbing intensifies*

I like the idea that in this AU all Danny's friends and siblings at some point did some favours to people in DC, especially JL, and what they did was incredibly important for these people but not too hard for Danny's fam. And every time they asked for something in return, and every time it was something absolutely unexpected and easy. (They would do the same without getting anything in return, they just decided to use the opportunity)

Tucker, after giving JL information that let them prevent a literal destruction of Earth: Hey, can this one guy, Danny, sometimes hang out in your Watchtower? You don't even have to give him access to Zeta tubes, just don't attack him or anything when he appears.

Jazz, after freeing half of JL from mind control and kicking the ass of that one entity that tried to conquer the world: *stares at Batman with all her 37 eyes*

Batman: *stares back*

Jazz (read his mind and totally knows that he's Bruce Wayne): So, you know Bruce Wayne, right?

Batman: Hm.

Jazz: Can you ask him to fund that one little coffee shop? Danny was upset that they have to close, it's his favourite place.

Dan, after completely destroying a powerful entity that tried to destroy the world, without even a hello: A bunch of idiots tried to kidnap and sacrifice my brother to himself, and he prohibited me to kill them. Can you put them in jail, preferably forever?

Sam, after fixing a very important ecological issue: What I want in return? I did it for fre- actually, can I get Martian Manhunter's autograph? Danny's a fan, and he's too shy to ever ask himself.

Dani, after confusing and terrifying an alien fleet to the point of them just leaving and deciding to never return to Earth: Jazz said I can ask Batman to ask something from Bruce Wayne, so can Brucie punch Vlad Masters in the face with as many cameras filming it as possible? I need that on the internet from all angles.

Danny is completely oblivious. He's very happy about Bruce Wayne helping small businesses and punching Vlad (Vlad's apparently annoying enough to make even famous himbo Brucie mad, nice). He saw the cultists get arrested on TV, decided that it's a good thing and haven't thought about that since. He's not sure how Sam got that autograph but surely it's possible to just randomly meet a JLeaguer with enough luck, and Sam is brave enough to actually ask for an autograph in such situation. Tucker's thing is the only one Danny knows about, and he only knows that Tucker helped the JL somehow, no knowledge about how big that help was.

"Must be Gary" should become Danny's reaction to everything. Just him going "Must be Gary/Leslie/Charlie/etc" without a second thought every time he sees something that was totally started by him. Absolutely love the idea of Danny offhandedly mentioning that something would be good, and the entire ghost government machine following to ensure that it happens.

If Danny ever realizes, he should freak out about it. He should mentally go over everything he said in the last few years and people's reactions and go "DID YOU REALLY USE THAT TO RULE THE GHOST ZONE". And whoever of ghosts is near just calmly retorts: "I mean, it worked great?"

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

there's no medicine that works for stupidity || chupacabra || trial 6.6 || re: jinpachi

Love?

It was all for love, huh?

Hanji, get ready, you have to record a video today. And remember, I scheduled for you to be interviewed tomorrow! And next week–

To be pushed into something you had no say in,

To be walked into resignation,

What do you mean you don’t want to go? No no– we have to. They’re all expecting you, you don’t want to disappoint them, do you?

because your words fell on deaf ears,

because what you wanted wasn’t important, your pleads to stop meant nothing,

I’ve opened up so many opportunities for you. I’m giving you a future, why are you acting like this? Don’t pretend you don’t like this, you’re just being shy. Now smile for the camera.

because you weren’t taken seriously, because people didn’t believe you,

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” “Shouldn’t you be happy? Shouldn’t you be grateful?” “I’m doing this for you, you know.”

Because your feelings didn’t matter; they were so easily ignored in favour of the audience, in favour of who was in charge–

All of that

was out of love?

Just being in their own home filled them with dread. They felt like an exotic animal, trapped inside and only let out to be gawked at uncomfortably, and all they could think of are ways they could possibly escape, fantasizing a freedom they could never have. There would never be free time to play or do the things they wanted, and it felt like their schedule was set for life by someone they had no power over. They had no choice. What else could they do? They’ve tried everything.

Was having everything decided for you without your input love? Was everyone assuming everything about you until the identity they’ve built up for you was real to them, love? That they didn’t care what the true you really thought? 

That you were just expected to sit there and take it? Expected to love the “love” you hated?

The “"love”“ that made you wish there was an escape?

Freedom. They wanted freedom. They wanted to go outside to play, not to sit in another chair having an adult interview them, not to sit in front of a camera with a puzzle they wanted to play with on their own. They wanted to be with the other kids, to be like the other kids. But everyday, it was adults, adults, adults. An audience they could care less for. 

School felt more like freedom than home. He felt more like freedom than home. He made him believe there was an out.

The ”“"love”“” that made you the most lifeless, the most hopeless, the most frustrated as it suffocated you from throat, to heart, to soul?

Bullshit.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

There was no point in talking sense to someone already long gone. To the point where the greatest despair was also his greatest happiness, to celebrate killing the one you loved the most…

That wasn’t love.

No matter what Jinpachi can say, no matter how much he tries to convince himself, no matter how much he believes it–

“That’s not love.

Ya say so much shit ‘bout 'im bein’ yer other half, that twins shouldn’t be without 'em…”

They scoff through their nose.

“…how sad. Juzo’s other half died long time ago. The brother he loved an’ trusted… he ain’t here. He died an’ was replaced wit’ what was left of him– you– an’ Juzo was never yer other half this whole time. Yer other half ended up bein’ yer AEDS.

'Cos you’d much rather die than be cured of yer precious AEDS, right? You’d rather die with it than listen to what your brother wants. You’d rather die with it than consider a single thing he expressed to ya. You’d rather keep it than keep yer brother.”

And that was as easily proven, with Juzo’s corpse as proof. Jinpachi said it himself– to have the one he loved most to hate him so much, to kill his other half so easily… The line between despair and jog wasn’t even blurred. It just wasn’t there. There was no lines or guides to organize the chaos, and it was most likely preferred that way. 

“An’ feelin’ such a disgustin’, deplorable feelin’ fills ya with a sickly joy, ain’t it? All o’ that wasn’t love fer yer brother. It was love fer yer sickness. An’ what ya described ain’t freedom. It’s a new jail ya made that ya think is freedom. What different are ya from folk thinkin’ there should only be one normal by thinkin’ everyone should be th’ same by havin’ AEDS? 

Freedom is gettin’ 'ta express yerself th’ way ya want. Yer try'na take that away from people. Jus’ like how we both didn’t want expectations on us, maybe folk don’t wanna lose themselves to AEDS. It ain’t no fuckin’ new stage o’ shit, yer jus’ creatin’ a new standard fer folks who ain’t want it. So what makes ya so different than society, puttin’ that same pressure on humanity? Hell, once yer ideals become th’ new normal, it’ll jus’ git borin’ an’ predictable to ya all o'er again.”

It was just as Ikko told them. 

I don’t know if I’d say our logic is precisely the same… but that’s what makes life so interesting, isn’t it?

If everyone played chess precisely the same way, the games that ensued might be perfectly efficient, but also perfectly boring.

But still, Hanji understood the other’s mindset pretty well, it wasn’t too hard to crack down the intricacies of the mad. The greatest despair being your greatest happiness, coming from prioritizing what makes you the most devastated… But to call that love?

There was no love to begin with. None but the selfish kind. In the end, no matter how much love Jinpachi held, distorted or not, Juzo still ended up being a toy he decided to discard. A stuffed animal made to be cherished, only for it to be ripped apart at the seams and thrown away for sick amusement, to be laughed and gawked at, to be cried over, both because it was once an object that was loved, but still just an object in the end. An object of entertainment, an object for boredom.

Still, the resemblance made them shudder. Two geniuses, forced to walk the path of talent, suffering the same insatiable boredom they never knew how to satisfy; how big or small of a deviation in their chain of events would have turned them into a monster as fucked up as that? Were they just lucky that they ended up in the spot they were in right now? As an adversary to a greater evil? Would they have had become evil too, under different circumstances?

…No.

No. Hanji doesn’t think they could have been like this, too.

Not so long as Risumaru had already been permanently ingrained into their life, their path. In moment where they felt like they could have lost it, wandering the broken streets, the dizzying smell of asphalt and blood stinging their sinuses as they took out their frustration and loss on the sick…

Still, somehow, they were able to find hope.

Somehow? No– that wasn’t right. Hope was in them in the very beginning. Violence turned into determination, the realization that things would only get worse if they didn’t keep running kept them going. Rather than stagnate in despair, why not just keep taking steps forward towards a brighter future? You won’t get anywhere once you stop walking.

And walk they did.

“I know talkin’ sense in'ta ya won’t do shit. Yer long gone, as dead as Juzo.”

(Though they won’t say it out of precaution, but there was no way someone who had such a huge will to live would die so easily. Someone who held so much hope, one who believed in miracles so strongly, so desperately… still, they keep it to themselves. Their certainty was far from being proof.)

“But, god. What ya did to 'im really ain’t no different t'what yer parents did 'ta both 'a ya. So it’s kin'na shit, try'na explain yerself an’ justify this love o’ yers. Puttin’ 'im up fer shit he never wanted.

Sure. Maybe ya cared 'bout 'im. But it really sounds like ya cared more 'bout yerself an’ yer own thoughts an’ goals. So if ya love 'im? Fine. But don’t say all this was fer 'im. It was all fer yerself and what you wanted fer 'im. Not what he wanted.”

It hit too close to home. Hanji never expected to relate to both of the twins in the first place, but to have such understanding only filled them with even more determination. That not all was lost. If they were able to fight for themselves, then they’ll fight for Juzo too.

“An’ ya knew what he wanted. I reckon he would have told ya t'no avail. But you’d ignore 'im fer yer own ideals, without prioritizin’ his. You didn’t care what he wanted. Ya only cared fer what you wanted fer 'im.

You were never fightin’ fer 'im t'be free. Ya locked 'im in a brand new cage he never wanted t'be in, but agreed t'live in if it meant there was a sliver o’ possibility he can have ya back. You cared fer 'im, but ya didn’t actually care for how he felt. It didn’t match up wit’ what you wanted fer 'im. He didn’t want it. But ya kept forcin’ it. Ya never considered his love.”

All Juzo wanted was for things to go back to normal… for his brother to be cured, and they can both be happy again. A twisted tale that started with one apocalypae too many.

“So, I expect yer already so excited t'be the worst brother in th’ world. But are ya happy to have become what ya hated the most?”