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idv-sunsxin3 · 4 months

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Horropedia // Dating Headcanons

Note// First Reverse: 1999 writing. A bit suggestive in some parts. This is my version of Horropedia, so if you don’t like it,,,, you might as well have to write your own because this is meant for my self-indulgence;; sowwy <//3

// preferably female s/o- gender neutral is also okay since I didn’t exactly mention a specific gender :)

As a strange autistic guy, I just imagine him to be the type of guy who probably have indirectly confessed to you earlier before you can even realize that months after- like you're just laid down on an armchair and you suddenly connected lines on the previous lines you once heard him before-

"Ah, hey! I've been waiting all my life to meet someone like you, so I had to come and say hello."

...he literally just say a simple remark with that smile as he gifted you a spirit catcher pistol- and then left....

Sometimes, you might not understand him. But you eventually asked him out on a date (in a normal way for once-).

"Oh? A date? Great! Let's go get coffee together. " :))

Little do you know, he also plans to have a ghost hunting date after that---

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Kissing scenes in horror films? Horropedia at first felt a bit skeptical about them, finding that unnecessary... Until he got a crush on you, and then FELL for you - That's when he lowkey wondered in his autism brain... how would a kiss with you feels like?

Oh gosh, so many possibilities;;;

Horropedia would slowly realize the fact that he would unconsciously check his mouth breathing and fix his hair a bit whenever he spots you entering the room. "Who knows when that kiss scene happened cough cough -"/hj

There was a time Horropedia sneakily slipped during those ironically cute kissing scenes in a horror movie.. You may think you would just slip away from the unknown opportunity he would be searching for - But no, you wouldn't even get the peace to resume watching or have time to recover from a jumpscare that happened few minutes ago when there is this silly dork softly nibbling and smooching on your face and neck like that;;;

aaaand now you're making out with him in the middle of the movie ..

It seems there are now more reasons for him to ask you to stay over. ;)

He wants to impress you so bad ever since the moment he heard about you - You just happened to be... ordinary? But at the same time, refreshing... someone who easily connects with almost anyone.

Darn, I think you’re made for him. ☺️ (lol)

At first, he wanted to be the Mr. Mysterious and only introduced himself to you as "Horropedia. "... At some certain point after, he would bashfully let you call him "Joshua." Just don't get too cocky...-/ih

If you're just as comfortable with dark humor and other kinds of morbid stuff, there is this small scenario where you and Horropedia would roleplay a bit as to help him make up stories involving these morbid antagonists and anti-heroes...- He would be kinda a bit down bad if you say Wednesday Adams stuff technically./hj

He is not sure If he has the right to die or laugh when he gets called "Joshy"... it's cringe, but he finds your silly demeanor very cute and funny.

You happen to be a big listener when it comes to horror movies, horror stories, and horror video games- whatever horropedia rambles at you at 3 am. as if it is a nearly daily basis/ih

He loves sharing hobbies with you, even cherishing the moments when you get to do whatever activities with him that are close to his interests and what he's passionate about...

You can already tell he's not interested in anything else other than that sense of thrill he has for phenomenon or violent drama... but he'll try his best to be flexible when it comes to giving you quality time... Like crafting, cooking, maybe painting?

You might know what he will create in his own hands...- ghost cupcakes, a sculpture of Friday the 13th's killer, Michael Myers mask---

Jumpscares are out of date for him, of course, but then... he still watches those classical horror movies once in a while since they're pretty much fundamental to the art of fear.

Ironically... He does like surprise back touches! Well... As long as it doesn't have to imply his poor posture, back hugs are good to go.

He finds it pleasant to have you sit next to him or on his lap as he plays those Indie horror games(?), "mmmm... Dark deception? World of Horror? Resident Evil? The Last of Us? What about Outlast? What do you think, Babe? :))"

FNAF would be obviously a breeze for him... Bro, imagine him going crazy about fnaf lore, hahahha-

DDLC gave him mixed feelings. He is half glad his baby is not that mad crazy because of that/ih

LITTLE NIGHRMARESSSS- Man, imagine him having these silly moments with how he just concerningly reacts so happily at a kid eating a gnome who just offered a sausage oh gosh-

Watching horror movies with him would be like watching a live commentary channel as you feel a slim hand rubbing your waist throughout the movie.

You might have mixed reactions alongside him when accidentally encountering sex scenes on horror movies...- things might get awkward but he would make sure to close your eyes if you don't like to see that kind of stuff- intercourse is not the option,,,, mass arson it is/ih

I can only imagine Horropedia calling you either your name, Babe, Baby, or Boo (NOT PUN INTENDED I SWEAR FJNFNF;;) Is usually your name being called normally. Unless he is so so happy,,, or is because he just did something you probably not going to like~ 😇✨️

“Is your name Boo? Because you’re making me scream in delight.” ♥️

Oh boy-

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munv · 10 months

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𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗞

MODERN AU

Ace x fem reader!

IT had been a few months after a big fight in the city, everyone was shaken up and still recovering to say the least. Latest reports had covered that whitebeard’s crew had disappeared for a while just like the straw hats and no one knows when they will be returning.

Officer captains and families alike were relieved by this piece of information. Yet they knew in the back of their minds they had never truly left for good.

You were sipping on your morning coffee reading the big news that had everyone astonished to say the least. THE famous whitebeard was had just gone up and missing with his gang? Nobody knew their location and for all you could know they could be someone you know or live next to for all you care! Call it an exaggeration if you must but the possibilities are still there.

That was you months ago though, it had completely slipped your mind since you knew you were (maybe??) safe. You were an easy on the eyes woman with a job at a bar a few streets down. Sure, you had been flirted with a couple of times but it’s not like you were currently interested in dating. Bills couldn’t pay themselves and fuck, you couldn’t afford to ruin the friendship you had with your landlord. She was a nice woman and you wouldn’t want to know what it’d be like to be on the receiving end of her mood swings. That one, you prayed on the first time you saw it happen.

It was around 4 AM and you decided you were craving something sweet, lucky for you there was a store a 8 minute walk from your house. Not like it was really something to complain about, with all the food you were ordering the weekend around due to your schedule you could use a good walk. That’s what those darn workout videos told you anyways.

Putting on a quick dark blue hoodie w some shorts you were on your way to the store, along the lines of locking your house door ofc. Making your way into the store there weren’t many people, sure there was at least some cars and the store was open a good 24 hours but it still didn’t sit quite right in your gut.

You looked through the refrigerator in the 6th aisle and quickly picked out your favorite ice cream. You had been introduced to the flavor at a young age and stuck to it for a long while, any other flavor was denied.

Quickly checking out you looked at the time on your phone, “5:03 huh?” Suppose you could use that extra time to finish up that assignment your professor gave you earlier this week. It’s not like a little work is gonna kill you this early in the morning right?

Making your way out of the store and past a really sketchy alleyway might you add it was time for you to go home. Well..that was the plan before hearing some ungodly groaning in that same alleyway. Now, you were a curious fellow. Sure you had some fair deals of life and earth situations with a whole ton of shit to back it up — so it wouldn’t be bad to check it out right??

You looked behind your shoulder to make sure if anyone was there before walking in. ‘What if this was like..one of those situations where people come straight from the hub and..have sex in a alleyway?’ You thought to yourself sweat dripping but quickly diminished the thought by shaking your head and slapping your cheeks. ‘no no! No time to overthink this now, it’s not like I’m going to die or anything right?” Thinking yourself, questioning your choice of decisions.

Walking closer and closer your eyes started to adjust to the darkness, “holy fuck!” What you didn’t expect was a dark haired guy beaten to a pulp, breathing quite heavily might I add. At least you would expect him to have dark hair, you couldn’t quite see well anyways. Crouching down to meet the disheveled man’s eyes he slightly cracked them open as you slapped his cheeks lightly.

“Hey, hey! Are you alright, can you walk?” He slowly turned his head up to meet your gaze and a spark of light shined in his eyes, “an angel..?” Well shit. You knew he was busted but you didn’t know his head was up in the clouds too.

It has been a good few hours since you brought that strange man to your apartment. How did you manage to lift him you may ask? As weird as it sounds you had to drag the fucker half of the way because he had lost his balance countless times.

He was half conscious when you arrived home with him and you really weren’t considering changing some random ass man in your humble home. But damn Lady Luck was on your side today since he had enough sense still in his head to change into the baggy clothes that you gave him. Shocking that he didn’t pass out halfway and went right back to sleep after.

You couldn’t help but admire he was good looking but that wouldn’t excuse the fact he was still a stranger. You were a girl that determined your good shit from bad shit with personality and actions, not looks. And looking at him he was rather well built, not that you were swooning or anything.

Deciding that he seemed pretty knocked up you decided to go back to bed, although it was the early morning you were in no shape to be prancing around and playing nurse with a guy.

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ask-sibverse · 2 months

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Sundown (Shard's old verse)

"You sure we shouldn't add churros to the basket? He loves the darn things," a deep voice said.

"I'm sure Core. The chocoflan will pack just fine for dessert for the trip," the other voice said.

"I don't know. Did you buy the good containers for storing the taco stuff, Nightmare?" Core asked.

"Core, you know I did. Calm your slippery tentacles. You are gonna wake Dreamy," Nightmare replied. He was busy packing up the last of the basket, making sure the juice drink he made was safe in the thermos to keep is chilled. Today was a big day for Dream after all and he wanted to make it special. His cyan eye turned purple for a moment as his corruption decided to talk again.

"You think he will like it? We really haven't let him explore the other aus yet because he is so young still," Core said with their mouth.

"You worry too much Core. I think he will love the sight. I've been keeping this place hidden for nine months now since we found it," Nightmare said. "We didn't get a chance to celebrate last year because Dreamy broke his arm during it and was in too much pain. He forgot all about it. Plus the major panic attack and nightmares about being stone again..."

"It will be fine. Dream is a tough kid. He is your twin after all," Core soothed their partner.

"Yeah. Lets go then," he replied as he walked to their shared room. Dream refused to sleep without him and he couldn't blame the now ten year old. Even if they weren't the same size anymore, he liked the closeness of his twin. "Hey Dreamy. Time to wake up brother," Nightmare said as he gently shook his brother awake.

Dream woke up with bright eyes and looked at his bigger twin and tackled hugged him. "Nighty! I had a dream where we were climbing mom and we were up so high that we saw the stars even in the day time!"

"Oh that sounds like a wonderful dream," Nighty cooed over his brother. "Mom would shake whenever we climbed her."

"Can we visit her?" Dream asked. Nighty looked away.

"Maybe another day," Core interrupted. "Don't you want to see what the surprise is first that we've been telling you about all day?"

"Oh yeah! You guys promised a surprise!" Dream cheered as.he got out of bed and ran to the closet to find clothes to wear. Core laughed at that while Nightmare thanked his partner for distracting the kid.

"Make sure to pick warm clothes. Its a bit chilly where we are going," Nightmare said.

"Sure sure!" Dream called out a he threw clothes around the room to find the perfect outfit for himself. He eventually picked out purple sweatpants and a golden sweater that had a bumblebee on it with the words *I'm a Cutibee!*

Nightmare chuckled as he helped the kid dressed. "Okay let's head out then," he said once Dream was ready. He opened a portal and the three of them went through to one of the many space aus. This one was on a planet that had purple grass with closed flower buds scattering about as the sun was still in the sky. It was just a field with a single lavender tree with pink leaves swaying in the wind.

"Oooohhh this is so pretty Nighty!" Dream shouted as he ran around the place. "Why are the flowers not opened?"

"Have to wait a bit for that kiddo," Core said. "They bloom when the setting sun hits them."

"That sounds awesome! Then I can make flower crowns!" Dream yelled around as he kept exploring the area.

"Don't go too far. I brought food," Nightmare called out. He smiled as the child ran as he set up their little picnic area. Once ready under the tree, he called Dream back and they started making and eating the tacos.

"What's so special about today?" Dream asked.

"Well, today is your 10th birthday," Nightmare said "Happy birthday Dreamy."

Dream's eyes widen at that and he laughed in joy. "If its my birthday its yours too Nighty! We are the same age!"

"He's got you there Nighty. 510 years old the pair of you. How you feel old man?" Core snickered.

"That makes you 502 today then Core."

"Oh shush. Corruption doesn't age. Just like we have no feelings. Just because we met 502 years ago doesn't mean anything," Core said.

"Corey! It does mean something. That is the day you came into our lives and became family with us! That should be celebrated too. I know it was a hard day for all of us, but we need to make happy memories today now!" Dream said.

"When did my brother get so wise?" Nightmare chuckled as a tentacle rubbed on his head.

"When you started reading to me," Dream giggled back.

The three of them spent eating and drinking and then got into a tickle match which Dream won despite it being two to one. Core decided to switch sides at the last moment. The sun was setting as they ate and soon it was reaching the point it was going to disappear. Nightmare settled everyone down and pulled Dream into his lap, tentacles wrapping around him to keep him warm.

"Its almost time," he said.

"Time for what?" Dream asked.

"Watch."

As the sun hit the edge of the world and a bright flash of light came from it, the flower buds started to glow blue and bloomed one after another. Transparent blue petals and blue crystalized centers erupted all around them, filling the purple field with a blue mist as they shimmered in the darkening sky.

"Its so pretty! I wanna draw this!" Dream said as he moved from his brother to check out the flowers. He started picking some and came back and was working on a crown.

"Yeah. Not many people know about the place either," Nightmare said.

Soon Dream was done and put the crown on Nightmare's head. "Now you and Core have a present from me! Its so pretty how the flowers glow against the goop."

Core and Nightmare laughed at that. "So it does. Thank you Dreamy," he said as he pulled his brother close and they both hugged him tight.

"Best birthday ever!" Dream announced.

"Best birthday ever," Nightmare agreed. Looking where the sun went down minutes before and smiling in earnest. They went home once Dream fell asleep.

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konigs-whore · 8 months

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Long time.~John Price.

{Warnings: language, inaccurate military context, kinda angsty ig?}

-A/N: first time writing about Price- so excuse the mistakes or out of character shiz. this was mean to be shorter.... but I got sucked in. I'm also not used to writing FF. I was thinking about making another part to this. maybe eventual smut?

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Never once did I think I would darn the doors of this place, this.. base.

A chill runs down my spine, the winter breeze flowing through my jacket as if it was a mere fleece blanket.

Slowly, I move forward- the cold chill acts as a form of motivation. With a huff, i readjust the duffle bag over my shoulders.

Chatter greets my ears when I walk through the doors. Loud noises from the mess hall. I find myself internally grimacing at the sound, filled with dread of seeing them again after so many years.

When I enter the room, all chatter dies down. Gazes are turned to me, a few quiet murmurs. I place my duffle bag on a chair against the wall and, slowly turn towards everyone with a smile on my face. “ hello, I’m the new transfer” I greet, earning myself a few half smiles, and half assed greetings.

It’s totally because I’m a girl, isn’t it? These sexist pigs-

My thoughts are cut short when I feel arms wrap around my waist, lifting me into the air- I let out a gasp, hands flying around trying to find purchase, something to hold onto.

“ lass! It’s been far too long” the Scottish accent I know too well greets my ears and I can’t help the fast growing smile on my face.

“ Soapie!” I shout in excitement. He lowers me to the ground and I waste no time in turning around, hugging him. “Still alive, huh? I’m surprised Ghost hasn’t strangled you” I tease.

He chuckles, giving my head a few pats before we both create a respectful distance between us. He looks over my body, brows raised. “ not for a lack of trying on his part lass”. I smile brightly with a laugh, the dread from earlier easing away. “ say, when did you get that nasty shiner on your face? Eh?” He adds, referring to the deep scar that runs across my face. It starts above my right eyelid, running all the way to the mid section of my neck.

I grin with a shrug, “ two years ago. I was captured by the enemy team, tortured for…. Six months I think? I can’t really remember. Some guy didn’t appreciate my sass”.

His mouth gaps at me. “ lass-“ he’s cut off. The British accent making my body still, and suddenly, my mind blank. “Took you long enough to get here, Nyx” his rough voice booms throughout the room with an air of authority.

I smile at the use of my call sign, one he gave me.

He stops only a few inches away from me, his hand instantly going to my hair, ruffling it. My brown eyes peer up at him, respect and admiration shining through them.

“ I missed you too” I pout. I swat his hands away. He gives me a small hidden smile, like he always does.

My heart beats with a ferocious intensity, almost as if it was attempting to escape from my chest, while butterflies flutter around in my stomach. I am transfixed by the azure gaze of his eyes, as they seem to stare into the deepest recesses of my soul, captivating and mesmerizing me completely.

Soap interrupted the moment of us silently gazing at each other, with a sheepish smile, and brought our attention to himself. "Yeah," he began in a low voice, "even though it's kind of like watching a rom-com film here, we still need to tell the girl about the mission." I agreed with a nod and gave him an annoyed glance. What love drama? with a shrug, I chalked it up as Soap being weird, as usual.

Price gives a slight nod before inviting us to join him on his way to the conference room. Ghost trails behind Price while Soap treads, with an expression of amusement, alongside me. I give Soap a perplexed look in response.

"What is that expression?" I whisper, cautiously ensuring that neither Price nor Ghost would notice. Soap shakes his head silently, "Nothing at all, lass". I study him intently, but no matter the case, do not pursue the topic further.

We make it to the conference room and I remain beside Price as we go through the map and associated paperwork. Price's gruff voice reverberates throughout the room.

His gaze shifted to me; his voice low, "Nyx, you are to accompany me. Upon entry to the building, your mission is to discern the location of the computer and gather the information." I studied the map intently, pondering the options before I nodded curtly. "If the floor design is anything to go by," I began, "I'd hypothesize the computer will be situated in the basement. It's more secluded, making it easier to safeguard or rig." Price listened quietly and gave a succinct nod in agreement.

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Price and I leapt from the helicopter, our guns at the ready. We made our way to the building; he taking the lead with me close behind, safeguarding his back silently as we cleared out the first floor of any signs of danger.

An unspoken understanding seemed to cement us together, having had the privilege of being placed on various missions with him over the passing years. With nothing more than a glance, I could pick out his silent commands with ease, never hesitating to follow them without question.

Peering apprehensively into the gloom of the basement, I couldn't help but feel a surge of dread. I had voiced my suspicions to Price as we made our way here; something seemed off. My instinct seldom failed me and, despite myself, I silently wished it would prove wrong this time.

All too soon, our presence was met with a barrage of gunfire from the foes scattered down the corridor. i quickly return fire while finding cover behind a cement piller. Price does the same, sending a look my way. In meticulous detail, we eliminated every man in the passageway. Receiving news of their approaching reinforcement in five minutes, I ventured out from behind the column and peeked into the adjoining chamber, spotting a computer.

Taking care to avoid any surprise booby traps, I walked towards it with Price shadowing me while vigilantly scanning the hallway for any incoming intruders.i set my gun down on the desk, and quickly type away at the computer, gaining access. I plug the USB into the port and watch, as it diligently transfers the files.

Suddenly I hear a loud beeping emanating from the metal doors of the room, and they start closing in on us. Price instantly jumps back in surprise and exclaims,"What the hell?" My eyebrows furrow as I gaze at the now shut door. "i might be able to open them once the files are downloaded". I stare intently at the computer monitor, wishing with all my energy for the download to hurry its progress. Price strides up beside me and provides Ghost with a full account of our predicament. He peers over my shoulder and growls in frustration, "Good grief, it's taking an eternity!"

I steal a glance at him and can't help but snort out a laugh, "Good grief? Who are you, Charlie Brown?" I joke. His expression momentarily clouds over, but a small smirk swiftly follows. "Joking even in a circumstance like this - we could be ambushed by soldiers!" he retorts cynically. I shrug offhandedly as I lean against the desk. "Perhaps, but with you here I'm not fretting," I reply coolly.

He seems to take pause at my words, his eyes flickering towards me. I arch an eyebrow at him in apparent thoughtfulness.

He appears to come to some conclusion, his head tilting to the side as he crosses his arms in front of himself, evidently exhibiting powerful muscles in the action.

“That explains your behaviour on missions around me” he muses, and heat rapidly rises to my face as I glance away.

“I-I’ve known you for a long time, John. I know you won't let me perish, that much can be assured” I respond with slight difficulty, suddenly feeling flustered. “we have each other, ya know? like always”i add. turning back around to face the monitor, i see the download is at 98%, and i silently thank the gods.

I rap my fingers on the desktop and hastily yank out the USB once the downloading has finished. "Any success getting those doors open, lass?" Soap's voice came over the comms. Exhaling in frustration I hurriedly sift through the computer for something that could unlock the doors but to no avail.

"Negative. Maybe Ghost and you can figure out a way to pop them open from the exterior?". Abandoning the PC, I went on my way to the entrance. Price trailing closely behind.

I furrow my brow, gazing at the keypad beside the door. Soap's response is a solemn 'we can try' before the communication ceases once more. I bring my finger up to the keypad, hastily tearing away its exterior covering. Revealed are three wires - red, green and black.

“hm, should be the black and green wire, but who knows if they changed the coating on them. could give me one hell of a shock too” i mumble to myself. my fingers fetching the knife on my thigh, i bring it up to the green wire. I can discern Price shuffling behind me, likely with a troubling expression on his face which I can ascertain without having to turn back.

with a deep breath, i cut the green wire. the lights shut off on the door, okay, thats a good sign. anxiety fills my brain as this next wire could be trouble for me. I took a deep look at Price; he too seemed rigid.

"Ah, what the heck!" I exclaim and immediately clip the black wire. An incredible shower of sparks spread around us and a jolt ran through my arm and body as if lightning had struck. i feel a hand on the back of my vest, yanking me back. i fall onto the floor in a heaving mess. shocks roll through my body, and my chest begins to hurt. price crouches beside me, his hand on the front of my vest, his eyes creased in worry.

I take a couple of moments to get my bearings and I offer Price a slight smile as he assists me to my feet. "That certainly was a shocking experience!" I make light of the situation with a chuckle, although it appears my attempt at humor has gone unappreciated - for he merely regards me with a stern expression.

"You truly concern me, Nyx," he says, stepping away from me with a smirk. I raise my eyebrows in amusement, "If that's the case, then I take that as a compliment," I reply playfully. Quickly, I strut back to the desk and grab my trusty gun before walking back to Price who is intently trying to shove open the heavy metal doors.

“Price and I were met with shuffling on the other side of the doors when we asked the boys if they could open them. They worked together to do the heavy lifting, while I stood back, grinning from ear to ear. After they successfully opened them, I released a breath of relief.

“Your hair is quite disheveled, lass. you and Cap jump each others bones or what?” As usual Soap has come out with yet another off-the-wall comment. I quickly lift my arm to deliver a blow to him, but Ghost gets there first and I provide him a nod of appreciation.

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Once we had returned to base, I trailed Price to his office where we thoroughly combed through all the details that were collected on our excursion. Seated on the armrest of his chair, my face came extraordinarily close to his as I bent forward to get a better view while reading.

Price speaks, not averting his gaze from the monitor. "If someone were to see us this close, they might assume something," he states softly. I huff and challenge him with a glance. "And you would care?" His blue eyes meet mine, and a smirk crosses his lips. He turns back to the screen, replying with a hint of emotion, "No, I wouldn't."

I smile, resting my chin on his shoulder.

like I always do.

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hooked-on-elvis · 1 month

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A FUN REHEARSAL NIGHT WITH ELVIS PRESLEY 🎤

TO ILLUSTRATE: Pictures 1 and 3: Elvis in his car outside RCA's studio in Hollywood (Los Angeles, CA) during rehearsals on January 15, 1970 for his second Las Vegas season which was to run from January 26th to February 23rd. This new season was scheduled to begin just over four months after the end of Presley's record-breaking opening season at the International Hotel in Las Vegas (July 31–August 28, 1969) | Picture 2: August 7 or 10 1970, during stage rehearsals at the International Hotel, Las Vegas, NV.

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS AN EXCERPT FROM AN 1999 INTERVIEW WITH ELVIS' FAN SANDI MILLER.

Q: Do you want to share one of your great stories with us? Sandi Miller: It's always hard to pick just one incident but I guess I'll go with one of the rehearsals at RCA in Los Angeles: Like almost everything Elvis did, rehearsals wouldn't start until very late at night... 10, 11PM usually. Elvis was normally the last one to show up. With the equipment all set up and all the stools sitting around, there really wasn't very much free space in the small room (which was fine by me!) We (my roommate and I) always knew when Elvis' car was pulling into the parking garage because you could hear the fans standing outside start calling for him to stop and talk. I never counted how many actual rehearsals we attended but I know he only seriously got something accomplished a few times... the other times it was more like play time... sing a few songs, tell a lot of jokes, cause general havoc in the rehearsal room. Mostly everyone just horsed around for a couple of hours. One particular night he was in a really goofy mood-even for him! He started to sing "Bury me not in the lone prairieeeeeeeeeeee"* then he did a little tap dance. We knew right then it was going to be one of those unproductive nights. Charlie [Hodge] was getting a little agitated because he wanted to smooth out some arrangements and the more serious Charlie got, the goofier Elvis got. After a whole 10 minutes Elvis decided it was "donut and coffee" break time. Elvis sent one of the guys out to get that taken care of, then starts singing "It's Only Love" changing all the words and singing off key. Then he asked for "requests" so we made up a song title. No such song-we just made up a title that I can't even remember now and Elvis proceeds to sing this non-existant song. He made up the tune and the words as he went along and it was actually darn good, to the point that we were beginning to think that maybe there really was a song by that title - but - there wasn't! Now the donuts have arrived with coffee etc. I think it was James Caughley that brought them in - everyone thinks the donuts are for everyone in the room so we all gather around the box and the cups only to have Elvis pick everything up and march outside and give everything to the fans standing outside. Needless to say they were absolutely thrilled! We on the other hand, were starving! Elvis was having a lot of trouble with his microphone and just wasn't in any mood to be rehearsing so the evening ended shortly after that with Elvis telling us he was staying at the Century Plaza Hotel and instructing us to go there and use the house phone to call up to the suite when we arrived and someone would come down and get us. We stayed there until around 6 a.m. watching tv and talking, (the boys had all gone to their own rooms so we had Elvis to ourselves!). Then we had to leave to go back home and to work....with no sleep! The following night was another rehearsal -- the word zombie comes to mind (us, not Elvis!), I'm sure Elvis got a nice day's sleep while we sat behind a desk trying to stay awake! It was well worth it though! Next to going to Palm Springs I'd have to say rehearsal time was always one of my favorite things. Source: elvisnews.com -- Email Interview with Sandi Miller (1999)

Hahaha. I love Sandi's stories! So many things happening in one single night around Elvis! His friends couldn't possibly have been bored next to the King. And talk about the way he treated the fans who didn't make it inside the recording studio! Unbelievably caring. Elvis Presley giving donuts to the fans waiting for him outside the studio… CUTE! ♥ I just wanted a picture from one of this moments, really (because this wasn't a one-time thing).

Funny thing Sandi mentioned Elvis was staying at the Century Plaza Hotel that night -- it's the first time I read someone saying he stayed there, it's no surprise tho. Sandi met Elvis during the mid-60s and the luxury Century Plaza hotel began operating in 1966, so her story took place in late 60s. Curious enough, on January 15, 2023, the Critics' Choice Awards ceremony was held at the Fairmont Century Plaza Hotel in Los Angeles, California.

The "Elvis" movie (2022) by Baz Luhrmann was running with Austin Butler up for Best Actor and Baz Luhrmann up for Best Director, as well as the ELVIS movie was up for Best Picture. Also Baz’s wife Catherine Martin was up for Best Production Design and Best Costume Design. So cool the ceremony of such important Elvis biopic was held in the same venue the King's been at himself.

Austin Butler steps out alongside Elvis director Baz Luhrmann and costume designer (and Baz’s wife) Catherine Martin at the 2023 Critics Choice Awards held at the Fairmont Century Plaza Hotel on Sunday (January 15) in Los Angeles.

ADDITIONAL INFO

"Bury Me Not On the Lone Prairie" is a cowboy folk ballad, often described as the most famous cowboy ballad. It was first be recorded by Carl T. Sprague in 1926. Later on, Johnny Cash recorded this song, release in 1965 on the album "Johnny Cash Sings The Ballads Of The True West".

Listen Johnny Cash's version below:

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ABOUT SANDI MILLER

[1] Sandi and Elvis, at the gates of their home in LA. 1969. [3] Picture taken by Sandi that same evening -- photo used as cover to one FTD Elvis album released in 2013.

For the ones yet not familiar with the name, Sandi Miller is an Elvis fan who met him in mid-60s. She calls herself a "gate girl", being one of the many fans that would constantly wait for Elvis by the gates of his houses intending to talk to him, get an autograph and/or pictures. Sandi was lucky enough to befriend Presley while doing so, and from then on, she would be invited to attend private events held by Elvis such as parties, film screenings, rehearsals, and even to join him and his gang to enjoy of a relaxing moment at his home at his Palm Springs hideaway home, where Elvis would rest and get a nice tan before returning to work.

For a little period Sandi dated Charlie Hodge, Elvis's Memphis Mafia member long term friend, backup musician and stage manager. Over the years of friendship, Sandi collected a vast number of candid pictures of the King of Rock and Roll, some of them were even used by EPE and RCA Records as covers to Elvis official material released posthumously [Example: FTD's release "FROM ELVIS AT AMERICAN SOUND STUDIO" (2013) -- cover picture taken by Sandi]. Her exclusive pictures of Elvis had also been featured in a good number of books by different authors. Sandi herself haven't wrote a book with her unique memories and photos taken of Elvis by her up until now, but she helped another author by being a contributor to his publication. Miller lent author Bud Glass her diaries where she wrote about some of her encounters with the King, so that he could present these stories together with the candid photographs of Elvis taken by Miller in the book. They are two books: "Behind The Image" by Praytome Publishings (Vol. 1 and 2).

Elvis candids © Sandi Miller; FTD's album cover: From Elvis At American Sound Studio (2013).

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But, having just reread the stuff, some of it for the first time since the original publication, I'm mildly amazed at how cohesive it all is. It really does form a single, unified narrative—what today would be called a graphic novel. Does that mean that when we introduced Talia we knew that eventually her father would be presumed dead, and she and Batman would finally enjoy a walk into the sunset? No, certainly not. Rather, I'm sure, we understood the characters well enough to keep them from doing anything alien to them and, with that as a constant, the narrative grew organically, each incident suggesting others. The overall design was never imposed on the material; rather, it emerged gradually as we produced the individual episodes. We were guys sticking tiles up on a wall, just interested in covering the space, and after a while, Look at that! Darn if we didn't make a mosaic! This kind of process is denied to storytellers who create conventional plays, movies, novels-forms that demand structure with clearly defined beginnings, middles, and ends. It lets the writers and artists share, at least to some extent, in the audience's pleasure of anticipation, of being surprised by what happens next. It can be an absolute joy.

(full ID below cut)

[ID: an afterword by Danny O'Neil on the collective comic ‘Batman: Tales of The Demon’ from 1991. Text reads:

If you're reading these words after you've finished the stories collected in this volume, you may have noticed some things. For example, you may have observed that although the hero is often driven and desperate, he isn't quite as grim as today's Batman. He banters with the bad guys, he essays the occasional mild wisecrack, he is more openly compassionate. Nor is he quite so superhumanly competent; would the present Batman ever be flattened by Molly Post and her lousy skis? Not likely. You may wonder about some of the captions—the alliteration, the chatty little asides. (“Did you catch the key to the mystery, as did the Batman?” a typical one asks.) But then, you surely remind yourself, these tales first appeared almost two decades ago, at a point in Batman's 50-year history when a lot of the elements of his persona were still being defined, as he was evolving from the cheery, sun-drenched do-gooder of the 1950s and mid-1960s to the present Dark Knight. As for those captions...like Batman himself, comic book conventions and technique were changing; in particular, many young comics professionals were influenced by Marvel Comics' Stan Lee, whose writing teems with friendly comments to the reader. And almost nobody working in the medium would admit, under torture, to taking the work seriously. In a cutesy mood? a writer might ask himself. Then knock out a cutesy caption. It's only a comic book...

Okay, granting all that, you still have a question. You've given the stories titled “The Vengeance Vow” and “Where Strike the Assassins” your close attention and you want to know how the Batman found the Bronze Tiger in the hospital after the fight with the Sensei's thugs. Well, try this: it was simple detective work. He knew, from the amount of blood on the ground, that the Tiger was badly wounded and so would probably seek help at the nearest medical facility. The hospital was it.

Not satisfied? No problem. There are other possible answers. (He spotted the killers and tailed them, hoping they'd lead him to the Tiger? He was able to follow the trail of the blood itself? He questioned someone who saw where the Tiger went?] You might be able to think of something better than any of these. Me—I don't know if I had an explanation and forgot to include it, or if some months passed between the writing of the two stories and I didn't remember that the Batman's fortuitous arrival at the Tiger's bedside hadn't already been explained, or what. Maybe I would have fretted if I'd noticed the omission after the story was published—maybe I even did. I don't know. We weren't taking notes back then. We were just dashing from assignment to assignment, producing monthly entertainments and, frequently, having a pretty good time doing it. What we weren't doing was expecting that those entertainments would ever be collected in a single, rather portly book with an introduction by Sam Hamm and a postscript by the undersigned.

Of course, it does cause the occasional glitch, such as Batman arriving at a hospital without anyone, maybe including the writer (maybe especially the writer), knowing exactly how he got there.]

#HEY REMEMBER WHEN COMICS WERE GOOD AND THE CHARACTERS HAD PERSONALITY AND STORIES WERE ALLOWED TO PROGRESS AND BUILD NATURALLY #REMEMBER WHEN COMICS WERE TREATED AS AN ARTFORM AND OPPORTUNITY TO DEVELOP A STORY IN THIS UNIQUE EXPERIENCE OF AUDIENCE ENGAGEMENT #INSTEAD OF BEING BASED ON WHATS EASIEST TO SALE AND STIFLING CREATIVITY OVER CAPITALISM #CAUSE YEAH :/#c: batman: tales of the demon

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bayoubashsims · 11 months

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Senescence

Senescence is a short visual story of the twilight years of Agnes Crumplebottom (the title is inspired by this machinima, about a Crumplebottom as well, check it out guys, it’s so lovely). I wrote this many years ago in my teens and illustrated it (with my limited drawing skills), and found the time to do the story in TS2 some time ago.

This post is dedicated to elder Sims, who I feel are often overlooked as they are often so in real life as well. With the COVID-19 epidemic going on at the time of this post, I fully realized how vulnerable elders are and I feel we must care for them especially in these times.

When people commented about this epidemic being a ‘boomer-remover’, it stroke me as insensitive, because even though I know there are a lot of unpleasant older people out there, a lot of them are still pleasant and our loved ones (plus, not only older people are vulnerable).

Agnes Crumplebottom was not known as a nice Sim, but her story in The Sims 3 enabled us to look at her in a different way. I was both tickled and touched by @yakumtsaki's words on Agnes here–poor woman is probably only able to rest in peace once she kicks the bucket, so, here is my attempt at a touching tribute before she did.

Also, I suggest listening to this playlist while reading this!

Everyone around Downtown knew the pitter-patter of those shoes. Couples would flee in horror, the scantily dressed would rush to the bushes, and pickpockets dared not go near her infamous purse. But that day was strange. She walked cheerfully past an unwary pair of lovebirds locked in amorous embrace on a bench and she greeted a young woman in a sequinned tube top ‘good morning!’.

She went to her usual spot, a pair of green, wooden recliners near the pond at the Crumplebottom Memorial Park (named after a renowned relative who was unfortunately crushed to death by a chandelier many years ago). She brought out some bread crumbs and fed the ducks swimming at the pond, swarming at her by the side. She was always so kind to animals. But to people? Not so much.

“There you go, little darlings!” She said to them, her voice high-pitched and rickety. A duck came near her feet to peck off the crumbs near her shoes. She didn’t realize it was there until it had pecked the toe of her shoe.

“Ooh!” She exclaimed, giggling a bit. “Aren’t you a curious one!“

She took out her lorgnette glasses and inspected the little critter. The people walking by were rather confused by this. She’d usually sit down and feed the ducks, but giggle and smile? They’re not even sure if it’s really THE Agnes Crumplebottom. Truth be told, they haven’t seen her for the past few months. At any rate, it was a quiet autumn day, and there weren’t many people around.

She sat down and allowed the curious little fowl approach her. "Now don’t you peck and be a good girl, alright? I’m just here to relax.”

She caressed the pearl necklace hanging around her neck. “My fiancé gave this to me, you know. He’s just the most darling thing! And his last name is Darling, too, funnily enough. I’m going to be Agnes Darling very soon. Isn’t that wonderful?”

She adjusted her weaved picture hat and seemed rather confused. “Why am I, why am I wearing this…hat? Where’s my grey hat? Oh, darn. I must’ve left it at my sister’s. My word.”

“What was the name of her son again? Murray? Mortimer? Oh, he’d love ducks, I think. Those little boys are always up to something, but he seems like a bright young man. I’ve never really had a chance to spend much time with him. Truth be told, I don’t know him or his father that well. So silly of me. Oh! And I’m talking to a duck!”

She laughed, then sat back and took a deep breath and looked around.

“My my. Where is Erik? He said he was going to meet me here.”

Agnes rose from her seat and approached the rental shack at the corner of the park, not far from there. The rental shack clerk was raking the leaves nonchalantly whilst humming and heard the pitter-patter of shoes approaching. He lifted his head and greeted the woman, after only seeing half of her from under his hat.

“Good afternoon, how can I he–ELP YO-uu…” He jumped, fixing his glasses that slipped off his nose in shock.

“Merciful heavens! What on earth is the matter with you?” She yelled, lorgnette glasses in hand, inspecting him suspiciously.

“No–nothing, Miss Crumplebottom.”

“I was wondering, have you seen my fiancé? He’s about so tall and has blonde hair?”

The rental shack clerk was quiet for a few moments. “Fiancé?”

“I thought I was asking the questions, here!” Agnes yelled.

“Um…um…no, I haven’t…I thought he…your husband…passed on?”

Agnes lift her left eyebrow. “Husband? Passed on?”

The rental shack clerk looked both confused and scared.

Agnes blinked a few times, saying nothing and looking like she was thinking about something. She turned around and walked away, leaving the rental shack clerk relieved and he went back into his shack to go about his business.

“Oh, what nonsense. Passed on. Passed on where...” She rubbed her pearl necklace and looked apprehensive. She clutched her pearls tightly and squinted her eyes, fiddling with her fingers.

Agnes walked a few meters away into the park and stopped. She dropped her purse and began sobbing as she fell to the ground. It had all came back to her.

The honeymoon. The accident. The years of pain and hurt and the bitterness that followed. She had woken up that day like a new woman, who only remembered of her days before all of that disappointment, the false hope of love.

How confused would the Downtowners be had they seen it. They’ve never seen her cry or express any emotion other than rage. The younger ones hardly knew who she was except for the stories they’ve heard about the purse of terror.

Some simply thought she was just a demented old bat. Now, even more. Those years of self-righteousness were born out of the disappointment, but now, she was no longer a threat. If anything, she realized that she had been her own biggest threat in the decades that she’s lived.

“Aunt Agnes!” Called out a woman’s voice, running towards her. A hand grasped her arm and helped her up as the elder lady trembled. Agnes could barely see, worsened by her tears. She squinted but didn’t know who it was.

“Who is this–who are you? I don’t know you…” She asked, meekly, in between little sniffs.

“It’s me, Cassandra.”

She sobbed and shook her head. “I don’t know! I don’t know where, who–”

“Cassandra. Your sister’s granddaughter, remember? Grandma Cornelia?”

“Oh…” She answered, as if she remembered, but not really. Nevertheless, she calmed down. “Cornelia, Cornelia. Yes.”

Cassandra led her great-aunt into the wheelchair she had brought and sat her down gently, tucking her purse firmly into her lap. “Aunt Agnes, you shouldn’t have left the house. It’s lucky that your nurse called me, we’ve been trying to find you for hours. You know you can’t go out on your own.”

“I don’t know…I’m lost…I couldn’t find Erik…”

Cassandra tilted her head and put her hand over her shoulder.

“Why don’t we get you home, Aunt Agnes? Would you like that?”

Agnes leaned her head to the side and nodded.

#the sims #the sims 1 #ts1 #ts2 #the sims 2 #agnes crumplebottom #crumplebottom family #erik darling #the sims hot date #crumplebottom memorial park #cassandra goth #mortimer goth #cornelia goth #goth family

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sufferingisinevitable · 2 years

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@association-of-freed-people @durkin2002 @sneggleblech @hominis-the-white-wizard

I've seen you guys post about the Dutch farmer protests and I'd like to give you guys some extra context, most of you really don't know how bad shit has gotten in the Netherlands these past few years. I'll try to keep it short.

Our current vice-premier and minister of finance and WEF-member (and minster of foreign affairs in the past cabinet) Sigrid Kaag was in the past fired of her lesser position in foreign affairs because of perjury, turns out she was secretly married to Anis al-Qaq, the right-hand man of Yasser Arafat. Despite this she can not only just return to governing but leads the most progressive party of the Netherlands, D66. They got second place in the last election.

She has also send millions of our taxpayer money directly to hamas, repeatedly. There are also regular sex-schandals within the party, including silencing the victims.

Despite this she's a media darling. This has obviously nothing to do with the fact that our national broadcasting was led by a lady named Shula Rijxman for the past 6 years, whom despite claiming political neutrality for her entire career became a D66 alderman of Amsterdam within the month she quit.

It shouldn't surprise you that the Public Broadcasting Network literally broadcasted a documentary about Kaag's career, made from taxpayer money and checked and corrected by Kaag personally (one of the many scandals that quickly got ignored, don't get me started about their employee diversity trophies). It aired in the weeks leading up to the last election.

Well at least there is more media than just public broadcasting right? Well there is but all our national (and most regional) papers, magazines and tv channels are in the hands of only two companies. Two Belgian companies whom both receive millions of EU funding of which both owners completely coincidentally have direct ties to the Renew Europe party, which both our ruling party (VVD) and D66 are part of. No, it isn't nationally acknowledged that both our second and first party are basically the same party, it's just one of those things nobody talks about.

You can probably imagine how our media treats dissidents. I would be called a conspiracy theorist for stating these verifiable facts, or a 'wappie' as they've been called since corona.

I work for a very progressive employer so I see daily how disconnected our elites are from the real world, and it won't take long until shit will completely hit the fan. Funnily enough, the farmer protests probably won't even be the cause, it will be those darn immigrants and the lack of actual houses to put them in, since they get priority over people who have been searching for decades and well, people are starting to notice they are being discriminated against in their own country. There is so much more to talk about (I didn't even mention our prime minister, who has his whole own unique form of dementia) but I'll keep it at this for now.

It would be funny if it weren't so sad.

#farmers protest #netherlands #dutch #clown world #WEF

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my-lord-khonshu · 2 years

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Swallow’s Flight

**Update:** I made up a name for this fic. We’re going with this name. Also, there is an 18+ follow up to this fic with smut. If you’re a minor, don’t read it (and don’t look at the rest of my blog please).

I have no beta reader, we’re doing this blind because I wrote this on impulse. I never write fanfiction so go easy on me.

This is because of a chain of posts where @johnny-simpfinger said “ You guys think he’d ever just scoop ya up and take you for a romantic fly in the clouds among the stars” and now I’m going to write about it.

Reader is gender neutral in this (although I’m AFAB and I sort of modeled the reactions after myself?) and Khonshu’s avatar, no smut, just fluff and some angst because being the fist of Khonshu isn’t easy.

You rarely got a vacation. If you weren’t studying, you were at Khonshu’s side. Gods know how you had managed to keep it together for this long. You couldn’t tell if it was Khonshu’s blessing or coffee that got you through the days.

Of course, when you had asked for a weekend to go camping, Khonshu threw a tantrum. Heavens forbid that his fist of vengeance got tired of the city and wanted to leave.

“I refuse. You pledged yourself to me, little swallow. Your place is here,” he fumed.

“Khonshu, I have been going out almost every single night after murderers and traffickers in your name. While studying for and finishing my exams, mind you,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at the god.

Naturally, he didn’t like your snark. The air swirled around you as the lights flickered and your coffee mug spilled over.

“Darn it, I just made that. Could you stop acting like a child for five seconds? I deserve one weekend to myself.”

You walked over to the kitchen to grab a towel to clean up the mess. Khonshu loomed over you.

“Little swallow, I have allowed you your mortal life, but as long as you live, you belong to me. I have only indulged you since you remain in close proximity to our enemies.”

“And I have snuffed out the lives of our enemies and carved crescents into their skin as a warning to those who would follow in their depravity,” you spat back at him. “I told you, I am going camping. Alone. It is the least you could do for me after our last job.”

You walked past him and knelt on the floor to clean up your drink. You gripped the towel tightly as you remembered the fight you had two weeks ago.

You had been tracking the traffickers for months, and finally you had found where their boss had kept their “prized stock”. So many young women trapped by those monsters.

In a fit of rage, you had slashed through anyone who stood in your way. You wanted this to end tonight.

You’d been careless. You freed the women and rushed them out the emergency exit, but in your single-minded desire to save them, you didn’t account for reinforcements showing up.

You remembered the way the bullets had riddled your skin and how your body was dragged in front of their leader. They pushed you onto your knees and tore off the wrappings covering your face.

“So, this is the scum that has been lurking around our operation? How does it feel to play hero now?” he gloated.

You were delirious but you still had enough focus to spit at his feet. Blood mixed with saliva soaked into his loafers. See how easily that washes out, you bastard. You smirked at the thought.

The man glowered at you and kicked your stomach. You doubled over and he took his foot and planted it onto your head, grinding it into the concrete. “You think that’s funny, you bitch?”

“What’s funny is that I actually needed that to jolt me awake.” You grabbed his ankle and threw him against the wall.

The rest of the night was a blur. You remember flashes of anger and pain. Broken bones and screams cut short.

The one thing you do remember clearly is that man’s face, filled with fear as you held him up by the neck, his hands grasping at yours trying to get free. The bodies of his men were littered around you.

Khonshu appeared to you at the end of the alleyway. You looked into his eye sockets and you knew he was pleased with your work. You weren’t sure if you were glad or disgusted with yourself, but you knew what you needed to do.

You took your knife and stabbed it into the man’s stomach, pressing slowly and twisting it in his gut. “That is for me.”

You grabbed the knife and pulled it out of him before stabbing it back into his chest. “And that is for Emily. And THAT is for Alessandra. And-”

You listed name after name, driving the knife into the man over and over again. You weren’t sure what time it is when you were done, but you saw the first glow of the dawn reach the sky and felt the power of the moon wane.

You dropped the man’s body to the ground and let the suit around you dissolve. Then you fell to your knees and sobbed. You watched as your tears fell to the ground, mixing with the blood you had spilled.

Khonshu stood in front of you. He put his hand under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. “It is over now, my swallow. Those serpents will not harm anyone ever again. Their leader is gone and their organization in tatters. I am truly proud of you.”

You glared at him. “I’m not.”

You knocked away his hand and rose to your feet. You stumbled away, not knowing where you were going, but anywhere was fine as long as Khonshu was not within your sight. Your wounds may have healed, but the way you felt after that night was more difficult to mend.

You hadn’t spoken to Khonshu until you saw him again today and asked him to go camping alone. You weren’t sure if it was because you were mad at him or mad at the monster inside yourself that reared its head that night.

That night was not just a mission to protect the helpless. It was also a slaughter. And you had loved every second of it.

He didn’t lurk in the hallways outside of your exam rooms like he used to do. Maybe he had thought twice about being proud of you. Maybe he was also ashamed to have you as his avatar.

You tried not to think too hard on it and buried yourself in your books, trying to cloak yourself in your normal, average university life.

You were jolted out of your thoughts when Khonshu rested your hand on your shoulder. “Allow me,” he said, kneeling beside you and prying your fingers from the bunched-up towel.

Could he tell what I was thinking about? You knew that he saw into your mind the first time you had met, but you weren’t sure how much Khonshu had done that since.

You watched as Khonshu cleaned up the coffee and rose to rinse the towel at your kitchen sink. Since when does he do things like this for me? The god’s mood shifted like the phases of the moon, but never had he done something nice for you. It was always you that served him.

You pulled your chair away from the table and sat. Khonshu turned and said, “Very well. If it is what you wish, you may have this…camping trip. On one condition.”

“Which is?” you asked.

“You do not go alone. I will be with you. In case I need to take you back to the city to continue our work.”

You sighed. Of course, he would stipulate something like this. So much for a relaxing vacation.

“Fine, but you’re sitting in the back seat. If you can even fit into my car.”

The drive was a nightmare. Khonshu had altered his height, so he indeed did fit into your car. However, he was the worst backseat driver on the planet. It would be funny how concerned he was for your propensity to drive 20 kilometers per hour above the highway speed limit if it wasn’t absolutely irritating.

“Why does a god care about speeding? You literally can appear anywhere on the planet in a split second. Talk about being over the speed limit,” you scoffed.

“Because it would be an inconvenience if your mortal police force were to see your flagrant disregard for the law,” he griped.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere. Do you see a car in front of me or behind me? No? Then shush, you old bird,” you hissed back.

When you got to the campsite, you immediately got to work unpacking and pitching your tent. Khonshu stood by and watched you, having grown back to his normal size.

“Okay, if you insist on just standing there, you might as well be useful. Here, set up the tarp, it might rain.” You handed him the rolled-up plastic tarp and rope.

“What do I do with this?” He tilted his head, confused.

“You’re taller than me. Plus, you’re an almighty god, aren’t you? Figure it out.”

“I do not understand-”

“Take the rope and tie the tarp at all corners to the trees so the tarp hangs slanted over my tent, and gravity carries the water off one corner, and I don’t get soaked, okay?” You gestured agitatedly with your hands, trying to convey what you meant.

“I’m not a good fist of vengeance if I get a cold, right?” That was all you were to him. A pawn for him to keep close by so you could serve him. You used to accept your role, but now you wish you hadn’t so readily agreed.

By the time the sun started to set, you had a complete tent and Khonshu had managed to hang the tarp. That, and grumble for an hour about how his fingers were too thick to tie the knots.

You chopped up the firewood you brought and lit your campfire. When the fire had reduced to embers, you threw some tinfoil wrapped potatoes in and started to grill some vegetables over a pan on the grate that came with the firepit.

You gazed up at the sky and your eyes narrowed as you spotted the dark storm clouds on the horizon. You saw a flash of lightning between the clouds and heard the distant rumble of thunder.

“Of course, a 30% chance of rain means not a drizzle,” you complained.

You turned your head back down to the fire, turning the vegetables so they wouldn’t burn. You felt the wind suddenly pick up and your hair whip around.

You looked up and no longer saw any clouds in the sky. It was a perfectly clear evening.

“What just happened? I swear that…” Your voice trailed off as you turned to look at Khonshu. The god almost looked sheepish. As if he was caught red handed.

Okay, now there is something really wrong with this bird brain.

If you had asked Y/N to describe the god, there would be a few insults like “toddler” and “empty skulled”. Followed by “wrathful”, “powerful”, and “unforgiving”.

Praise came rarely from him. It needed to be earned. Favours were reserved for actions that helped you take revenge on those who harmed the innocent.

Cleaning up spilled coffee? Surprising. Clearing the sky of a storm? Either Khonshu wanted to be imprisoned by the Ennead for encroaching on Set’s domain or…he actually cared.

You swiftly turned your head away from him and focused on your dinner, trying not to blush.

You were lying down on the grass, gazing up in wonder at the stars. The harsh streetlights and digital billboards back home blocked out all of the Milky Way, but here it was before your eyes.

You heard Khonshu approach and set his staff down on the ground. He sat down and copied you, lying down and looking up at the night sky with you. A full moon was rising, and you wondered if Khonshu had also exerted his influence to strengthen its silver light.

“It’s beautiful,” you marveled. “I needed this.”

You lay there in silence again until Khonshu spoke. “I am sorry, little swallow. For leaving you alone these past weeks. I thought you needed time to focus and to conclude your affairs with your education, but I see now I was wrong.”

You turned to look at the god. “I was angry. At first, I thought it was because of you, because what I did for you, but I chose to do that and I’m just as much of a monster as them and I-“

Your voice cut off as Khonshu pulled you into a hug. Your breath caught in your throat. You had never been so close to the god before.

“My little swallow. You are not a monster. You are more beautiful than the heavens above us. You forget the good you did that night, of the women you saved. You are always too quick to forget the good inside of you. Whether it is with your mortal life or at my side as my fist.”

He was right. You had hated your life before you met Khonshu, despising every shortcoming you perceived, no matter the size. Back when you had a therapist, she told you that blocking out the good things you do from your mind was called “disqualifying the positive”.

But can you still be good when you were a murderer, even if the ones you killed were also criminals?

“I feel the struggle inside of you to reconcile what your mortal society has raised you to believe, with serving me faithfully,” he remarked. “But know this my swallow; I will never lead you astray. I will always be here to protect you and protect those who walk in my moonlight.”

He took your hand and pulled you up with him as he stood. “I have something to show you.”

Khonshu opened his other hand and held it under the full moon’s light. A necklace with a crescent moon charm materialized, as if moonlight had crystalized in his hand.

He let go of your hand and took the silver chain so he could reach around to place the necklace around your neck. Your hand reached up to touch the charm. Despite seeming like it was made of metal and you had witnessed him conjure it out of moonlight, it was warm against your fingers.

“W-what is this?” you stammered.

“A reminder that I am grateful for your faith in me, and that I am proud of you, little swallow. Never doubt that,” Khonshu reassured you.

He took your hands in his again. “There is another thing I would like to show you.”

You felt the suit wrapping around your body, but this time leaving the necklace around your neck and your face clear.

Without warning, Khonshu started to fly up into the sky, pulling you with him. In shock, you clung tightly to him.

“Uh Khonshu, what is happening?! I am not the best with being this high up-”

He shushed you and leaned in closer to you. “I told you I will never lead you astray. I won’t let you fall.”

You were positive that your cheeks were bright red at his words. Once your breathing had steadied, you took a second to look around.

You were flying with him above the treetops, and you could see the moon’s reflection in the glistening water of the nearby lake. The stars seemed brighter, and the cool night air caressed your face.

Slowly, Khonshu began to let go of your hands. You panicked and tried to get in closer to him once more. He chuckled.

“You are my little swallow. You can fly on your own as well.”

That was news to you, seeing as humans normally did not fly by themselves. You mentally pinched yourself since you were literally the avatar of an Egyptian god. Weirder things have happened.

You took a deep breath and let go of Khonshu’s hands. Your body continued to fly alongside his in sync. He was right. He wouldn’t let you fall.

Your bodies glided through the sky together along the path of the Milky Way. Every turn Khonshu made, you matched, and you began to gain confidence with your new ability. You started to spin and dive on your own, letting out a cry of joy as you experienced the freedom that came with flight.

Khonshu’s mouth never moved but you swear that if he could, he would be smiling at you.

You flew back up to where he was waiting for you, and you continued your flight. Both of your arms were stretched out, your fingertips brushing against each other.

You soared over the lake with him, and you saw your shadowy forms reflected in the water.

“I must admit, I was wrong to have opposed this trip,” Khonshu conceded.

“Oh so, now you’re fine with giving me some time to myself? Ungrateful pigeon,” you quipped.

“Careful, little swallow. I said I would not let you fall, but that does not mean that your flight will always be peaceful.��

The winds started to pick up and you cursed at him as your glide became shaky. “Khonshu, you are the most insufferable being to walk this planet!”

He laughed and flew in to carry you in his arms. Clearly, he did not struggle against the wind.

On impulse, you kissed his beak. That shut up his laughter and the winds died down again.

You and he stayed like that together for a while, hovering in the air while being bathed in the moonlight.

#moon knight #khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #bruh if i was in this night flight situation i'd melt

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pretzelpizzapuppy · 1 year

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Silly doodle of the peepaw for @sonic-oc-showdown ! plus the oc questions thing under the read more :3

Name: Ignatius

Species: Domestic Cat

Home: He travels wherever the wind takes him!

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name?

I think I just looked up like, old people names LOL I don’t remember for sure tho.

🧑‍🦳 How old are they?

He’s in his 60s!

💞 Do they have any love interests?

Ehh not anyone specifically! Might make him a husband eventually.

🥞 What is their favorite food?

Hmmm... Probably belgian waffles with far too many toppings.

💼 What do they do for a living?

He’s a freelance detective! Sort of. He’s supposed to be retired but it’s hard to keep him in place.

🏐 Do they have any hobbies?

He loves anything to do with puzzles! Puzzle games, actual puzzles, escape rooms, murder mystery media... He also enjoys beach sports like volleyball but it’s a bit hard on his body now. He also likes to bake and mix drinks. He’s a jack of all trades honestly, he’s quite restless.

🎯 What do they do best?

Solving mysteries of course! He’s also a pretty darn good cook, if you’ll allow him to toot his own horn.

🥊 What do they love? What do they hate?

His one true love is puzzles, if it’s not clear enough yet! He also loves the beach and relaxing in the sun! He dislikes dreary weather, feels it makes him far too serious and stern! He’s also not one for stuffy museums, he’d much rather be learning from communities themselves! He’s a very knowledge focused guy but enjoys the experience of learning from enthusiastic people rather than textbooks. He really enjoys watching older shows too! MASH and ST:TOS being among his favorites. Imagine those in the Sonic universe however you please LOL

📸 What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Hmm... really, he savors the feeling of helping people! Each and every person he’s helped is slotted into his brain like a polaroid!

✂️ What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Yeesh, he’s too old to dwell on these things! If he kept track of every failed case and the homophobia and ableism he’s had tossed his way in life he’d have no time for the things he enjoys!

🏚️ Is their current design their first one?

Sure is! I tend to stick with designs once I make them. Little changes may happen here and there to make them easier for me to draw but typically, my designs stay the same! His fur pattern might be choppy or smooth depending on the amount of time I want to put into drawing it though LOL

🧠 What originally inspired this OC?

Sara was drawing Sonic OCs and I hadn’t ever really put the time into making one. So I sat down, grabbed a pelt pattern I liked, and took a LOT from Benoit Blanc from Knives Out. Someone in the tags of his poll said he’s got Columbo energy but I haven’t actually watched it so I can’t say for sure whether he carries those traits or not. My favorite color is purple so it tends to sneak into my designs. I made him about a month before the Sonic Murder Mystery game hilariously enough.

🎬 What genre do they belong in?

Mystery of course! Maybe comedy/mystery?

🏳️‍🌈 What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Gay for sure, trans maybe? I haven’t decided for sure and I don’t think he’s the type to really care too much for labels for himself. He uses He/Him mostly but won’t go out of his way to correct people.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 How many siblings does your OC have?

I haven’t really thought about it honestly. I’ll probably give him a sister. Feels right.

🧑‍🍼 What is the OC’s relations w/their parents like?

Not great. He was outed in his late teens and they. Did not react well. He already had a rough time from his undiagnosed autism and it never really got better. He’d liked to have improved things with them but he just... never really got around to it.

💜 What do you like most about the OC?

I just think he’s a silly guy :) I am pretty happy with his design too! I’m quite proud of how my skills have improved in that aspect.

🖍️ How often do you draw/write about the OC?

This is honestly the most I’ve done since making him LOL I work a full time job and my brain is more focused on Warriors atm tbh

🔪 Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Oh absolutely not. I’m the type of guy who makes ocs for fun and to push them together like dolls! Maybe if I made him as a teen things would be different.

💀 Does your OC have any phobias?

Sort of? He’s got a lot of mental things going on about germs. Washes his hands a LOT and is very aware of just how much others don’t. Maybe snakes too since he’s a cat.

❤️‍🔥 Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

His own mind if truly his greatest enemy tbh. Turns out that constantly being on alert for clues can make you a little paranoid.

⏱️ How long have you had the OC?

According to discord, since January 17th, 2023!

#sonic oc

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burnwater13 · 5 months

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Hello?

Hello!

Grogu here. I know I don’t usually do this. I don’t usually talk to you directly. I mostly tell you stories about how I think things went, how I wish things went, and how I think some things may go, some day in the nebulous future.

I pretend that I can’t speak Gal Basic, although my reading level is pretty darn high and my vocabulary is pretty vast. I’m not sure how many of you have noticed that, but I thought I should confess to it, just in case you thought my scribe added all those embellishments. She doesn’t. I do.

I also pretend that I’m in a galaxy far, far way. With my dad. The Mandalorian. You know the one. Din Djarin. The ‘The’ himself. But if I’m here with you, in your Milky Way galaxy, how could he be with me? I famously come from a species of critter that lives a very long time, so maybe, just maybe, it makes a tiny bit of sense that I’m here… but Din Djarin? He’s a human. How could he make the trip? In a word, he couldn’t. That’s a couple of words I know, but bear with me.

One word. Wormhole. I know I’ve mentioned this before and I’m not an astrophysicist. I just read what they write. Ponder it for a while and then say, ‘Wow, those folks are pretty smart and good at maths’. I take them at face value and if they say the solution to inter-galactic travel is wormholes, then that’s how I did it and brought my dad with me. Easy peasy.

Any way, why I’m here, talking directly to you today, is I’m a little tired of telling you the same story over and over and over again. Why, just this month alone, I’ve told you eight different stories that mention Ahsoka Tano. That’s a lot of stories about a person I knew for not that long a period of time. For example, I spent a lot more time with Peli Motto, IG-11, Kuiil, and Ian, but Ahsoka is the one who shows up in the photos, time after time.

Now, Ian famously doesn’t like to have his photo taken. I’m never surprised that he’s managed to avoid being in the stack I use to tell these stories. He’s crafty that way. And he manages to find his way into a lot of stories even if I don’t have a photo to remind me because he just meant that much to me. I hope telling you about him has made him special to you as well.

A few people have mentioned to me that all these great photos of Ahsoka may have been timed to support the release of her show. I hadn’t thought of that. I just thought that since the Empire had fallen and Vader was gone (actually, really gone, unlike that other guy), she had become a little more carefree and happy. While that may be true, it doesn’t really come across in today’s photo. Nope. Not at all. She’s being all fierce and kind of angry or resolute or annoyed. I’m not really all that good at reading Togruta facial expressions. Maybe she’d just stepped on a rock?

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t really set up this stack of photos that I use as prompts to tell the stories. That was done by someone else and all I can say is I hope they get better at it. I mean, you don’t just watch the same episode of my show everyday, do you? Of course not. You watched it once, or twice and then went on to watching something else. Hopefully Ahsoka’s show. Or the one about my old master, Obi-Wan. Or even that one that Diego stars in. Now that’s a great show. I’ve actually re-watched that one a couple of times.

Which ever way it goes, I just wanted to take this moment to let you know that for the rest of the year there’s unlikely to be eight or nine stories about Ahsoka. Or Morgan Elsbeth for that matter. Wow, I think I only spent about ten minutes in her dark presence and it really left a mark. Ouch.

Um, ahh… so just bear with me. I’ll do my best to make the rest of the stories, stories, for one thing, and funny, or thought provoking, or just pleasant… you know, like your first cup of caf in the morning. I’m joking about that. Din Djarin doesn’t let me drink caf. I just managed to finish a little bit of his this morning when he got distracted because R5 dropped a dish he was washing and it broke and got everywhere. Don’t worry. I didn’t get hurt. The Mandalorian didn’t get hurt. And R5 is just fine. He’s gluing that plate back together as I speak.

Oops! Gotta go. Dad just noticed that his cup is empty. Dank Farrik! May the Force be with you. This is the Way. And have a nice day. I have spoken.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin

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thatoneguy031 · 9 months

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Ok, so Rotomblr ask game:

What's your team look like as a gym leader?

Ooh, that's an interesting one. Admittedly, I haven't put in too much thought into this yet... But let me cook, I'll come up with something.

...Oh, I know!

First, let me set the scene.

You're a fairly competent Trainer, at least you think you are. You've been going through the Gym Challenge fairly easily, and you're on your way to earn your fifth badge.

You enter the Gym, and you're greeted by a dim room, with just enough enough light for you to see comfortably. It looked as though you walked into an arcade mixed with an aquarium.

You're able to make out a few things, including some objects that you've seen from various forms of entertainment: Stages for performing, complete with a dress-up box, a section made for board games(Things like Twister and Uno), and a wall dedicated for multiplayer video games of many kinds.

At each section, there's one, two, or even three trainers that are ready to challenge you to each of those games. If you lose at those games, you'll have to battle them. If you win, you can move onto the next section. Once you finish all three sections, a final curtain would be lifted up, way back in the gym. And, as you await a powerful gym leader to arise, you see...

A lone Samurott. But... Something's different. He's wearing a red cape that went past his hind legs, dragging across the floor.

"Hello," he says, as though he's been expecting you to arrive. "...Welcome to my gym, and congratulations for defeating my trainers. I hope that this challenge serves as a break during your adventure. A place to relax and have fun. With that being said, I won't be going easy on you. Now..."

The Samurott stands, giving you a very dramatic pose as he releases his first Pokemon, much to your confusion.

"...May we have fun together, and let the best battler win!"

First, I would have a Carrocosta. Those big guys look like they know how to have a good time while being no-nonsense about their skills. This one in particular would be more of a board game specialist, in games like Scrabble.

Second? Flygon, easily. No Dig+Levitate shenanigans, but expect this lady to pull out some tricks outta her sleeve. Oh, and she'd be shiny, too. She'd be a live onstage performer, doing plays about once a month.

My third Pokemon would be Azumarill. She's also really good at performing, doing so since she first evolved into an Azumarill. You may know her for having starring roles in a few movies.

Next would be a Gastordon, specifically the East Sea variant. My hard counter for electric types, and he'd have the ability Storm Drain. He'd he specialize in sleight of hand(Or lack there of) tricks by using moves like Mirror Coat.

Number five would be a Sliggoo. She's still a bit of a beginner to the entertainer thing, but she shows potential despite her blindness, basically being a prodigy.

And for number six...

There are two routes that I can take here. The one that more fits the question would be Kingdra. Since my gym would be for the water and dragon types, and this is the only one I could find that had both types that wasn't a legendary. He's a master at underwater shows, and would be the main point of focus of the gym if he's not battling.

But, for the days that he's busy doing a show... You'll get quite the surprise.

You watch as the Samurott looks at his fainted Pokemon, then back at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Well, I'll be darned," he says, a tinge of excitement in his voice. "You actually managed to take down my partners! But, don't think you'll have the badge that easily! You've been staring at the final challenge this whole time!"

The Samurott takes off the cape, standing on his hind legs as he assumes a battle stance. "Now, come at me with all you've got! ...Or don't."

Of course, since I'm the last Pokemon in this gym battle, you can't really knock me out. I mean, you could, but you'd have to wait an extra few hours for your badge if you don't have a Revive on deck.

After enough damage, I'd get down on one knee, like a knight being appointed by a king. "...I concede. You, marvelous trainer, managed to have more fun than even I. I feel like you've earned the Recreation Badge.

...May that battle teach you that it's okay to take a break every now and then."

#ask game #rotomblr #pkmn irl #unreality #samurott #ask #pokemon

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astro-inthestars · 2 years

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Adding positivity to the dash! Whats something *you* deem as special about someone in your life you think about? Why is it special?

SOMETHING SPECIAL ABOUT SOMEONE SPECIAL TO ME?!?!??! YOU'RE ASKING ME THIS????

WELL SHIT BESTIE I MAY BE LATE BUT YOU ASKED THE DARN RIGHT PERSON

AHEM AH E M M MM

Starting off strong!!

@clausgender - Lake Landon Lazuli Phas Claus. Okay but. For real right now you changed my life I really can't specify why and how but you just did. Something special about you is just how... proud you are. Life has thrown shit at you, but you gave no fucks and threw some right back. You're amazing and you've taught me so much. I look up to you. It's kinda funny, you are one of the most human people I know, yet I know you want to be anything but a human being <3 (also everyone else in the chaosites have their own special thing but god knows how long that'll be but just let them know they're all epic and awesome <333)

@brainless-but-thats-all - Bee you are here by default bestie when the Lake is here you must be as well. You are both soul bound. You cannot escape. /hj But seriously you're here because you are also very special to me <333 What I find special about you is your silliness! This is not a surprise <3 You're just a silly guy! No matter what you do, you're just inherently very silly! Your texting habit is silly, your roleplay is silly, and even when you give advice you're silly! Not messing around kinda silly, you're sweet and soft about it. You don't let anything be too serious! It's refreshing ya know? And you and Lake just click, your friendship is really nice to witness :]

@slymanner - Tony bestie I know we just formally got to know each other about two months ago but it already feels like forever burger bro. Something special about you is just how alike we are! Remember we first got a long because we had the same vibes? You remind me of me and it just felt like we were meant to click. But remember, you're more than that to me! You're silly, you're funny, you're kind, and you're chaotic as heck <333 You're awesome. Burger bros against the world!

@joyflameball - Cassie Rose you are awesome and you are an obligatory part of this list *holds you like a cat by the scruff* you cannot escape my positivity and love. Something special about you is how utterly unhinged you are, and yes, it seems I'm very drawn to unhinged people! With all your passions you're just so deranged about them /pos it's inspiring how passionate you are that it makes you want to bite a piece of media and shake it like a chew toy <3

@ghost-vessel - GHOST MY BIG SIB HIIII one of my many online siblings <333 Met you through Deltarune but totally met met you as a person through Omori! What a chance amirite? And I'm glad I did! To me, something special about you is how calm you are! Like, you're easy to talk to... You're super duper chill and just an all around great guy(gnc)! Just random talks with you is really nice, sib!

@just-jammin - JUST JAMMIN LYRIC LYR JAM PRIDEDRAFT X!!! One of the ogs fr <33 I've known em since I first got on Tumblr in the Six the Musical fandom- Yeah weird first Tumblr Fandom don't ask <3 Something special about you to me is how helpful you are! Or moreover how you're always so willing to help. It's not always a good thing to try to help everyone, trust me I know. But either way you still try your best to help! Wherever you end up next is gonna be your call, but I know you'll still be trying to help anyone along the way. Just don't forget to help yourself sometimes, okay? You're worth more than who you help or what you make!

@ayyyyysexual - Void sibestie omg... here is another online sibling of mine <3 ....Actually almost everyone on this list is almost a sibling to me.... huh. Well anyways! VOID OH MY GOD heyyyyy :] my favorite triple A battery (i think?? unless you're demi now because of a certain someone ;)- OKAY I'M GOING) Something special about you is how utterly chaotic you are- HAHA I'M SERIOUS! You're just so chaotic I really can't imagine how'd it be if you weren't! Or how'd it be if I didn't have it in my life! You're a silly little abyss ya know?

@bloop-arts - BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP THEOOOOOOO HAIIII surprise surprise, another sibling! ....I have a lot of siblings that lack a gender. Anyways, Bloopothy....... Paps! Something special about you is your inherent warmth.... And by that I mean your vibes are just so.. warm! It's hard to describe them any way else! You're very kind and bright and you just have this comforting warmth that's very special to me! And I'm sure it's special to a lot of people too! Papapapapap

@borkthemork - Bork.... Borky Bork Bork whose real name is really pretty but I'm still afraid to use! One of the coolest ever.... You didn't think I'd put in BLOOP and not put in the BORK didja??? Nononono my friend! They are a package deal! A duo! Set: Do Not Separate! To me, something special about you is your autism swag! I'm kidding, partially- But in all seriousness its your patience. I would say smarts, your intelligence, your calm and collected attitude, but in the end those all tie into your patience! Your patience with people, your patience with yourself, your patience with understanding others and your own emotions. It's nice...

@cute-as-buttons - SASHA!!! BUTTONS!!! MOOOOMMMM!!! First parent on the list <3 You became my parent out of association with my dad, who is your ex, so you are my ex-step-mom but either way you're still a mom to me <333 Something special about you to me is your sweetness. It seems simple, right? But, you should know that simple things can be beautiful. You have a nice warm energy to you, somewhat akin to Bloop's, but it's certainly catered to your own. Your kindness just makes you seem.... alive. Real. Human. You laugh, you cry, you joke, you smile, you live. It's good.

And now for the general mentions!

@pyroclastic727 @honneibun @maritasdump @ectoplasmic-knife @miraclesprinkles @mira-blue @wormautopsy @generalyunan @ohyoumeanher and everyone else in the Amphibia server, those I missed! You are all so special to me. Though you guys are HUGE and there's a lot of you, you all make me feel at home with your chaos. Your art, your writing, your jokes, your drama, all of it. It's one big frog community and we're all just enjoying where the chemicals in the water are taking us <3

@ask-the-daeu-mod-hub everyone in the utdr askblog fandom, you guys opened me back up to close knit communities after a while of just being in my own bubble.... You were all the gateway, the start of my true freedom. The silly bullshit we all get into, the angst, the lore, the memes- Honestly, you guys changed my life. I was in the Amphibia server before this, but I was honestly still kinda messed up.... you guys really helped. Thank you.

And all my old friends from the beginning of tumblr, @djts-arts @altairtalisman @spooner7308 @san-shui @cryptidmuppet @pandora-dusk my bunfriend, and a lot more. You guys were the real start of it all. Seriously, where would I be without you all? If it weren't for you guys, I probably wouldn't have survived this hellsite. Thanks, for guiding me til I can stand on my own. I'm glad to know that I have a lot of people catching me if I fall though.

#astroanswers #kaibigan kong mahal #lovely rambling #i think this counts as that #DECIDED TO ANSWER ASKS TODAY WHAT A SHOCKER AMIRITE AHAHHAHA #SORRY EVERYONE <3333 #sorry for the @s too but.... positivity was meant to be spread so i WILL spread it

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spacedhead · 8 months

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homestuck reread #15 act 6 p6

this is funny . HE DID THOSE THINGS . he is so silly . he is the reason all of my faves just died gruesomely. i hope you die in a fire you fucking bitch

when you walkin

my son needs to be studied in a genetics lab . why would you ever say this to another human being

okay...... in dangerous territory of becoming a roxygen shipper... surely this will not happen to me

LOOK AT MY SON HE WILL LIVE UP TO HIS RESPONSIBILITY AND MASTER HIS POWERS

this is how i look in real life every day of the god damn week year month space time continue umm (thinkign of daeb stribur)

MY SON IS SUS HES VENTING SOMEBODY STOP HIM BEFORE HE KILLS US ALL

ive been converted to roxygen. sorry to all my fans. also this sequence um is the best and i love it even though the things that it is a reaction to were terrible and maybe the worst i love this part for some reason. it is like a break. like there is a plan in motion and things are getting fixed, but it also feels... quieter... the chiller if you will. maybe because i love john and roxy and they are the stars of this part

i wonder if he was saying things like gadzooks or shucky darn or ay chihuahua

ok i watched the vriska gram and it was awesome B) but look at THIS . wow they are getting along! awesome we love to see it

???

SO TRUE. i need to start saying this. or do i? no probably not .

awwwwww yeeaaaaaaaaa-

he is so funny

brother what are you saying... youre so corny lil bro... i cant believe i used to be like this when i was like 11 years old... SO CRINGE

yeah sometimes things are just really fucking gay. and is it a crime to point that out . like my friends? theyre all soooooooo gay its ridiculous. i think it makes them better

john egbert - subtle as a brick. i kinda love him for that though? like it is funny to me just how fucking oblivious he is to like EVERYTHING around him .

john being absolutely mind blown and own realizing he wants terezi so badly is so funny like LOL YOU WANT HER SOOO BAD AND KARKAT JUST CALLED YOU TF OUT LIL BRO

WHY DOES HE WANT TO FUCK HIS MOM

hes so over

god i love dave and arquius sprite. look at them . my sons. one of them is weird and sweaty

dave is so me (in my mind)

this is the funniest jake will ever be and the joke is on him and he said ONE word. great comedic timing buddy

i love this for karkat. defend your boyfriend!! i dont think vriska is necessarily trying to be mean here but i do like that karkat is willing to seriously defend his honor.

me every day . goodnight

this is really fucked up man

GOD.

okay reading this i dunno if i always thought this probably i did but ive returned to it again and definitively this time. this interaction between dave and dirk is the BEST interaction in the comic and adds so much more depth to both of them who were already GREAT characters. THIS interaction solidifies dave as my favorite character of all time. homestuck is many things but one of its major themes is just trying to become a better person. and i think dave personifies that theme so much. he has come so far and evolved so much as a person that looking back at his early interactions in the comic makes you think you are looking at a completely different character. sure he types the same and has a bit of the same mannerisms but it is so clear that he went from shitty bigoted teenager to a guy who actually cares about the things he says and does and a guy who is actually a good person. he even says in a previous interaction with roxy and rose that he has focused on being a half way decent guy so that when he makes a freudian slip (which he does ALL the time) it wont be anything insane of unforgiveable. i fucking love him and i am so glad this conversation with dirk exists

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS SHIT DUDE . PRE SBURB DAVE WAS A FUCKING ASSHOLE AND LOOK AT HOW FAR HE HAS COME . it seems so simple but it actually means a lot especially for someone having gone through all the shit he did and coming out the other side like this .

man so fuckin true

GAHHHHHH MAN THSI UFUCK

okay... so thats all the images i have for this one. i do think its a good place to end it though. this is def my favorite part of the whole comic. theres not much left! next post may be the last. just a few more conversations and little events to happen and then Collide. its gonna be great!!!

#joff hs reread #GOD DAMN YOU #things need to improve or so help me i will freak out #roxygen so cute

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princesscolumbia · 10 months

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@gingerhaze does not know me at all. I cannot claim to be their biggest fan, even though I love darn near everything of theirs I've ever seen. I can't write as much fanfic as a tribute to their work as some of the other people in the various fandoms, I can't claim to have followed them for all that long on social media, but somehow they've made me a better person and accepted myself more than damn near anything else.

They wrote Adora in SPOP so well that I saw myself in her and helped me find out just exactly the kind of woman I actually am. (...and led me to the community that would help me find the words for it and the love and acceptance that I'd never had in my life.)

When Nate fully embraced being publicly transmasc and told the world their new name, the gentle way they told their story and said the words, "I love that our biology is malleable," and a scared little girl inside me answered, "Please don't make me go back!" I was finally able to start truly healing enough to not only accept masculinity in the world, and just in time to fall in love with my own transmasc NB possible life partner. (I'll know for sure in October, I think, but so far we're holding on tight until we get there.)

And today I watched Nimona with my daughter, like I promised I would (Thanks for the catch on a good birthday gift for my kiddo, Nate! ADHD made it so I completely spaced when her birthday was, so whether you knew it or not, you had my back). My wonderful teenager who came to her "transmom" (her word for me) to ask what a lesbian was when she was too scared to go to her "biological mom" (the mother who carried her for 9 months), who told me she wants to be goth, then punk, then just make art, then be a Youtuber. (She's pretty sure she's not trans or NB, and she knows she's in a safe space to explore that with me, and she keeps saying that she isn't sure if she's straight or gay, but I'm pretty sure with her desire to wear a suit and take her best friend to prom, plus her very short haircut she got for her birthday that I'm raising a lil' butch lesbian...who's not going to be 'lil' for much longer, given she's already taller than her granny)

And (avast, spoilers ahead) when Nimona was feeling lost and alone and like the world was doing its damndest to kill her and she had been made 'the bad guy' and had so many things go wrong and I could only see when I was homeless and my van blew its coolant system all over me giving me third-degree burns in the middle of a desert where the nighttime temperatures never dipped below 93F and I was in shock and knew that everything I had ever fought for to hold on to something good in my life had just nearly blown my hand off and there was a bridge over a busy freeway only a few minutes walk away and all I had to do was make it over the railing...

...and my girlfriend held me back. (No, not the transmasc NB, I'm poly, get with the times, people, it's the 21st century and we invented the Internet, you have no excuse)

And when Ballister held Nimona back, I cried, and I was SO glad my daughter was so transfixed with the movie 'cause she missed me healing YET AGAIN because of Nate's work. When the credits were over (or, more accurately, we wound up back at the Netflix screen 'cause the interface to just finish watching the credits didn't work), I made my way into the bedroom and my girlfriend didn't even see me yet and said, "Are you crying?!" and I hugged her and kissed the top of her head and hugged her and she said, "You ARE crying!" in that amused and loving and exasperated way she gets when I get all emotional.

Thank you, Nate.

#Are you a cleric?#'cause this is cleric level healing

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