#technically proofread

[2knightt]

5 things dallas winston hated about you.

—even when you were on his last goddamn nerve, you were still everything to him. is he still everything to you? after all he’s put you through?

-> in no way is this me changing my style nor should this be taken seriously…i’m just bored. and sad. and bored. and i miss my boyfriend. posted on queue!! i’m probably either studying, working on asks + event, or sleeping. either one.

(I.your snarky remarks.)

“did nobody ever teach you how to properly play uno of all games?”

you asked, a chuckle in your voice as you held your one card in hand. dallas glared at you from across your table, holding 12 cards. this was the 5th game you two played. he was never one to accept defeat easily.

“this game is just fuckin’ stupid. n’ you’re a dirty lil’ cheater.” he grumbled, staring down at his all red cards, eyes shifting back to the green 3 that you had placed down. dallas wanted to say more not-so-nice words, but knowing you fully, you’d say something even worse back. he hated that about you. you always said that it was apart of your charm, he always disagreed.

“why would i ever need to cheat when you can’t seem to count?” you snapped back, brows furrowed. you referenced the fact that dallas tried to pick up only 4 when he had to pick up 6, thinking he was slick.

dallas just huffed, picking up another card from the pile before mumbling a small, ‘go.’ there was a tug at the corners of your mouth, causing you to grin a little too hard as you placed down the winning card. for the 5th time in a row. dallas threw his cards down, clicking his tongue in annoyance. he leaned back into the chair, his head turned away from you as his arms hung off the chair.

“stop bein’ a baby and help me clean this up.”

“no. it’s your house.”

“and you’re the one who’s bumming around in it. clean up with me before i let you walk those streets. again.”

(II.how important your looks were to you.)

you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, fingers running through your hair as you starred at yourself in the window of a convenience store.

“are you serious, y/n?” he asked, pockets in hand. he stopped walking when you did. he said it was so nobody hit on you. in reality, he liked it better when he had his eyes on you 24/7. he likes knowing you were safe. even for a second.

“yes, dallas. i am.” you replied with an eye roll. you grabbed your pink lip gloss, re-applying it for the 4th time today. sure, you were willing to admit it slowed you down—your focus on your looks. but were you gonna change? no! if someone doesn’t like it, who cares?

once you were done, you continued walking, leaving dallas to rush to catch up. he walked beside you after speed walking behind you for a few seconds. your lips shined under the hot tulsa sun, eyes glowing along with them. dally couldn’t help but wrap an arm around your waist.

he grew more and more aware of the men around. he held you closer, even when they paid no mind to neither you or him. he felt almost threatened for a moment.

“are you even listening?”

you chimed in, breaking his train of thought. dallas nodded, head empty. he didn’t hear a single thing you said. was he going to admit it? no. he didn’t want these other guys to know about how terrible of a boyfriend he was.

you just hummed, walking to your house in silence. any insults, compliments, comments, or cries would fall to deaf ears as of now.

(III.how you were blindly loyal.)

“i cannot believe you right now.”

“i jus’ said she was pretty. god forbid.”

he muttered as he entered your car, sitting in the passenger seat. dallas knew it’d be a terrible idea to try and make you jealous. boundaries, you’d shout. boundaries!

“i’ve told you how many times on how uncomfortable that makes me.”

“m’sorry, doll. i…i know. it was the alcohol.”

dallas lied right through his teeth. in all honesty—he’d been hoping it’d make you want to show him off. he was stupid for ever thinking you’d so something like that.

your silence scared him. you usually would’ve spat something back at him without a single thought. a sigh left your lips as you started the car, finally speaking up.

“i know.”

you muttered quietly. goddamn, maybe loyalty was gonna be the death of you. he didn’t mind much, though. at least you knew where home was. with him…right? right, y/n? he wanted to ask over and over again. dallas wanted the reassurance. he needed the support.

for what? he didn’t know. he just wanted to make sure you still felt the same way he does.

(IV.the way you fought.)

“she got you good, y/n.”

“oh, shut up, dal.”

you muttered, washing your bloodied and bruised hands under the faucet. you stood there, spacing out, letting the water run off your hands. dallas tapped you on your shoulder, snapping you out of it.

he handed you a clean shirt, a couple of bandaids in the other. you ushered him out of your bathroom, closing the door to put the clean shirt on. ‘she got you good.’ what does that even mean? was there seriously no, ‘are you okay?’ you wondered to yourself as you opened the door.

dallas sat you down on the toilet, brushing the fresh blood that slowly streamed down your cheeks with his thumb as he placed bandaids all over your face. he kissed every single one after doing so.

he wanted to make sure you still knew he likes you. that dallas winston liked you a whole lot.

“you’ll be alright, doll.” he comforted, patting your head. he thought back to your several other fights. you fought strategically and with honour. something he’d never do. but, recently, you’d been fighting just for the fun of it.

when you fought before—he felt a little angry. he didn’t like seeing you fight, but he didn’t like knowing you were good at it. knowing you were at the same level as he was at something he took pride in hurt him. dallas was frustrated at you and himself.

maybe his bad habits were rubbing off on you. a way to remember him, as dallas thought about it. he said he’d talk to you later about it. he never did.

(V.how quickly you were able to move on. faster than he ever could.)

you realized you needed better. dallas didn’t treat you like he used to. why? you didn’t know. you tried to be the best girlfriend he’d ever have, so why did he have to ruin it? was it your fault?

you kept on asking yourself questions like this when the reality of it all sunk in. that same day, you left dallas winston.

he felt his world crumble before him. this whole, self-sabotaging thing that pony warned him about was catching up to him. dallas felt hatred for you. well, at least he wanted to. he wanted to feel angry. hatred for you.

he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. even when he watched you move onto another guy. from afar, he’d see you giggle and flirt with him. like how you used to do with him.

even when you’re with someone else, you’re still everything ti dallas. would you ever forgive him if he said sorry? would sorry even fix the way he treated you?

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x reader #this whole thing is just dallas being toxic #and just like disliking how reader is catching on #bibically accurate dallas winston technically #emotionally mature reader methinks #would modern day dallas listen to alpha male podcasts #this fic is technically me shitposting #i hate this so much #but idgaf #me coded dallas winston #queue posting my love #sleeping rn #was so not proofread #ifnore any mostakes

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Supply Run

Hello here's a fic I wrote about Loft taking a trip back to Skyloft, pre the plot of bonus links. 1381 words!

Link’s favorite errand, head and shoulders above the competition, is making the trek up to Skyloft for a supply refresh. It’s why Zelda continues to ask him to do it, despite the fact that he always takes roughly 6 hours longer than he’s strictly meant to, and forgets at least one item on the list more than half the time. He should remind her, for the millionth time, that he loves her very much. 

“Thanks again, Luv!” he calls behind him as he makes to leave her stall, satchel full of all the necessary elixir ingredients they’ve been running low on. He double checked the list this time. Triple checked it, even. 

“Fly safe, now!” Luv shouts back, and even with his back turned he can imagine her shaking her comically large ladle after him. “I see you out there pulling stunts, you’ll give us all a heart attack one day!”

Link thinks he flies perfectly safe, thank you very much, but he promises to be very careful, and makes his escape from the Bazaar. Sunshine warming his face against the chill, he continues down the ramp, over the bridge, and into the residential quarter of the island. Few of the island’s older adults have agreed to make the move down to the surface yet, so while the area’s quiet, there’s still life in the buildings. He makes his rounds, popping in to each home to say hello and listen to the latest news, often several times over. 

“You’re looking thin again,” Henya frets, giving him a once over with a shrewd eye. “Are you sure you kids are growing enough food down there?”

He assures her that this year’s harvest was the best one yet, but she sends him off with several flasks of soup anyway, enough that he has to wedge them haphazardly in the satchel to make it all fit. 

“You look tired,” Batreaux tells him. He’d been overjoyed by the somewhat wonkily carved Keese Link had made to dress up the windowsill of his new home on Skyloft proper. Now, his brow is furrowed as he putters through his kitchen cabinets. “I’ve got a tea that might help, where in the world did it run off to?”

The packet of tea takes the Keese figure’s place in Link’s pocket, and as the door closes behind him, he tries to remember how many minutes Batreaux told him to steep it for. He never gets it quite right.

With all his visits finished, he lingers in the village square, pointedly not looking at the docks. He walks back to the neighborhood and checks on the island’s pumpkin crop, which looks fine. He catches a few sky stag beetles, and then lets most of them go. He sits by the waterfall and munches on a stamina fruit, kicking his legs over the side and getting his boots all wet. 

He’s half finished formulating a plan to break into his old academy room for no reason in particular before he finally, painfully decides that actually, it’s probably better to return home. Before the sun sets, and Crimson won’t fly anymore, and he’s forced to spend the night. Again. What a tragedy that would be. 

Back at the docks, he makes sure the satchel is buckled securely, briefly laments the ache in his knees, and takes off at run. At the last second, he twists his body around, launching off the edge with his arms out and his back to the land below. 

Link closes his eyes against the glare of the sun, and lets himself enjoy the freefall. His stomach swoops, his body weightless. Crisp air fills his lungs, the same air that tugs at his clothes and tickles his face with his hair. Falling on the surface is never quite this peaceful. Over the course of his quest, he learned what it meant to truly hit the ground, to feel flesh bruise and bones crunch. He made enough wrong footed steps, took tumbles off edges so high he thought they’d be the end of him, scrambling for the sailcloth.

Down below, there’s no failsafe, no guarantee that someone will catch you. The ground rushes up to meet you so fast. But here in the sky, he knows no one will ever let him fall too far. 

Speaking of, the couple of knights that still circle the island are probably getting antsy by now. He gives himself two more counts, taking them slow in his head, before bringing his fingers to his mouth. He whistles one sharp, clear note, and flips himself over into the proper position. It’s only a few seconds more before a familiar call answers. 

He grabs onto Crimson’s harness easily, though the rapid change in speed as she pulls up sends a painful zap up his bad arm. Crimson clicks her beak in apology, like she knows. He pets the soft fur of her back to soothe her. It’s his own fault, really.

It’s getting late. Batraeux was right about one thing: he is tired. He really shouldn’t do much besides simply flying home. 

But he sees Crimson so rarely these days, and her joy is a warm flare in the back of his mind. They circle around the islands scattered around Skyloft, making twirls and loops until he’s breathless from a combination of laughter and exertion, and the sun is beginning to hang dangerously low. Crimson begins her reluctant descent. 

As she hovers high above his front yard, Link gives her a hug around her neck, careful not to squeeze too hard. 

“Thank you,” he says. “See you next time.”

The jolt that runs through him as the sailcloth catches his weight certainly doesn’t help his arm, and he grits his teeth against it. Like always, Crimson stays in sight until his feet touch the ground. He stays rooted to the spot as well, waving after her until her form disappears over the treetops. 

It’s like a spell has broken. He lets his left hand drop, and all of a sudden, his limbs feel so heavy. It’s possible he’s overdone it a little. Every muscle in his body has a complaint it would very much like to lodge. The altitude change sticks in his lungs, makes the air feel thick enough he almost wants to cough. But he’d still call it the good kind of exhausted, the satisfied kind. With any luck, he’ll sleep so well tonight he won’t even dream. Dead on his feet, he shuffles his way onto the porch and inside the house. 

He kicks his boots off by the door, dropping the satchel as gently as he can manage it. Zelda looks up from where she’d been writing in a notebook on the couch, eyes crinkling as soon as she spots him. The house is full of warm, spiced smells and sizzling sounds, which implies that Groose is busy making dinner in the kitchen. If Link listens close, he can almost hear Groose humming.

“Welcome home, love,” Zelda says, setting her notebook aside. She doesn’t comment on his lateness, her smile knowing. He thinks, maybe, that it looks a little sad, too. That he misses it so much, that he lingers so long every time he gets the chance. Everyone on the surface misses Skyloft, but it’s different for him, isn’t it? It’s different. He can’t hide anything from her. 

Pushing the thought out of his mind, he makes a beeline over to the couch with the last of his energy, and flops over to join her. His head lands in her lap, and he can feel her body shake as she laughs at him. 

“That good, huh?” she teases. He makes a vaguely affirmative noise, curling up comfortably as her hand comes to rest on his head. He feels every ache and pain acutely now that he’s no longer standing, but it’s easy to ignore with Zelda’s fingers combing through his hair.

“Did you get everything on the list?”

“Mhm.”

“Double checked?”

“Mhm.”

“Hey, was that Link just now?” That one is Groose’s voice. It sounds closer when he speaks next, like he’s poked his head around the corner. “Babe, no sleeping yet! Dinner’s gonna be ready soon!”

“Don’t worry,” Zelda says. He’s already failing at Groose’s request. “I’ll wake you.”

#ficdotjpg #bonus loft #bonus links #bonuslinks #bonuslinksdotjpg #technically this is for the discord prompt but it turned out a little bittersweet lol #bonus groose #bonus skord zelda #not very well proofread forgive me for typos

[interlagosed]

Logan wasn’t sure how he had even ended up there. He must have taken a wrong turn, or three, and instead of finding his PR team had ended up–

Well, he definitely wasn’t supposed to end up where he was. And yet, just around the corner, he could hear two voices speaking in hushed, intimate tones.

“…and you sent Blanca my love, right?”

“Of course.”

He should have left. Immediately. The second he heard Carlos and Lando and no one else, he should have fucked off. But some awful, possibly romantic part of him wanted to know. He thought he knew, but he didn’t know. And there was some code of honor that kept the other drivers from confirming the situation, even though Logan was pretty fucking certain that Alex of all people knew. And while he respected the importance of privacy, he didn’t respect it more than his own curiosity.

So, he stood there, back pressed against a wall, pretending he wasn’t doing something horribly shady. And he eavesdropped on Carlos and Lando, who were a little way down the other corridor.

“I couldn’t get back to Flo, but I think mum’s gonna call you later.”

“Oh, mamá wants to FaceTime right now!”

“Right now?” Lando laughed, and it was a different laugh than Logan had ever heard from him. It was full of lightness and genuine joy. “We don’t have much time!”

“I know. She will understand.”

They could mean time until they had to get back to their various interviews.

“Yeah, but I feel bad.”

“Don’t,” Carlos said, and Logan heard a shuffle. “She knows we need our time, mi vida. She knows I need you.”

Oh. Damn.

“Gross.”

“Ay, that’s not what I meant!”

“It isn’t?”

Silence. Logan steeled himself and indulged a peek, just the barest peek, around the corner.

Oh. Damn.

Well, there was nothing ambiguous in the way they were kissing, Carlos’ body pressing Lando against the wall, his arms wrapped tight around Lando, Lando’s arms even tighter around Carlos. The kiss was deep but chaste, lingering instead of passionate. It was– cute. It was a cute kiss.

When they pulled back, Carlos had his forehead against Lando’s still. They smiled, eyes closed, basking.

Damn it. They were cute.

“Okay, it is a little what I meant,” Carlos said finally, sheepishness in his voice. Lando snorted, but his body language, the blush across his face, the way his fingers played with the curls at the nape of Carlos’ neck, belied the derision.

“I’m your husband,” Lando clipped, and Logan nearly choked. “I think I know what you meant.”

Oh. Damn.

Logan only needed to see the way Carlos’ fingers clenched in Lando’s fireproofs to know that he should definitely stop looking.

“Yes. You are. Mi esposo. Mi amado. Mi Lando,” Carlos whispered, his voice suddenly different. Lando let out a breathy exhale, and whispered something back that Logan couldn’t quite catch. Carlos groaned and–

Yep, that was Logan’s cue to retreat. As quickly and quietly as he could, Logan fled the way he should have before he started snooping. But at least now he knew for sure.

“Hey, you lost?”

Logan froze. A little further away from where Carlos and Lando were, there was an alcove Logan hadn’t seen. And in that alcove was Carlos’ trainer, who was looking at Logan with a face he could only describe as pleasant but with an edge.

Shit.

“Yeah, I am, actually,” Logan said, not lying. “I took a few wrong turns.”

“Happens,” Carlos’ trainer—whose name escaped Logan—chirped. “Bit down that way, on your left. Stick to the left. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Logan said quickly, and then even more quickly, “thanks.”

Before he could continue on his way, the trainer said, almost too casually, “Did you see anything?”

Logan paused.

“No,” he said. “Not a thing.”

The trainer nodded, his smile wide enough to quirk his ears. “Glad to hear it. Take care!”

So Logan finally fled, unimpeded, his heart racing. Maybe his curiosity wasn’t worth the feeling of being threatened by an incredibly pleasant man, but at least he knew now.

And at least he knew Carlos and Lando were well-protected.

#carlando headcanons #hibi writes #technically! #I just love the genre of drivers finding out about carlando 💕 #not proofread!

[trainingdummyrabbit]

[She expected to feel scared. And perhaps she was, on some level. But it was the type of fear that danced on the edge of excitement. The silent promise of a “This is It.”]

Or: A post-Ruina musing of the library and Angela.

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Angela was used to silence. There had always been moments of screaming chaos, sights she'd passed over that anyone softer than herself would retch at; it was all par for the course. But the moments that had really clung to her had always been the silence.

Moments between loops spent alone, staring at flickering screens disconnected from minds just out of reach, asleep. Lulls in management as she waits for the inevitable shoe to drop, casting everything back into cacophony. Isolated, as she stared at the unbuilt bricks of the future she would carve for herself, made of others’ hopes and dreams. The type of absence that had no true voice to complain, but eyes that casted judgement. The wordless pressure of resentment. 

She never much liked silence. 

…Even still, she found herself returning to the balcony, again and again. There was much work to be done, of course. Repairing the library was a tall task after the mess that was made of it, especially now that she was piloting with her own will. She did not mind– this sort of task was simply in her nature. Direct, organize, rebuild. This time, however, she was not on her own.

It was an odd thing to get used to, working so closely with those she had such a… complicated history with. And though they seemed willing enough to help, something still itched at the back of her mind. Again, the echo of that pressing silence rolled in and, against her nature, she found her mind wandering. And there she was again, staring out into that seemingly endless distance, in the spot where they’d lost one home and gained another.

It was a strange feeling. She thought she'd have had enough of this by now, casting herself back into the embrace of solitude. She had expected it to grate on her mind as it always did, enveloped in the downy cling of distance. It was something she had always done. Welcomed her like the incessant tug of a spider's thread. And yet, despite it all, the circling, the thrashing, the running– she could not feel that weight. No, in fact, she felt lighter than ever. She did not get what she wanted. She no longer had any failsafes– no lifeline to cling to, no beaten paths to follow. It was just her, the city walls in the distance, and the expanse of a world she had never gotten the chance to see. All here, right here, right now. 

She'd expected to feel resentment. Another plan she couldn't follow through on, another ending ruefully snatched from between her fingers. Another life that was robbed of her, from right under her nose. But… something was different this time. This expanse was empty, yes, but the wind whistled across it as it would anywhere else. The sun still rose and set, casting everything into hues uncapturable in the frames of pictures. Stars still hung in the sky, numerous, dancing. And here she was, capturing it all in her own two eyes. 

This world– this life– was still unforgiving. She had heard stories of the outskirts, of the creatures that lurked there, of the horrors that played out, again and again. But… was that not true of anywhere? Of everything she had gone through, this would not be the one to put her down. For once in her life, she realized, that voiceless gaze that had hung over her all this time… she could no longer feel it. She no longer worried of her presentation, that heavily enforced dance she was compelled to follow. This time was different. This time… this time she was truly an outlier. 

There was a difference between Silence and Quiet. 

Silence implied the lack of movement. Stillness. Silence implied solitude. A plane of glass between the self and the outside world, plainly in view but painfully distant. It’s the denial of the senses, and the dissolution of the self. Silence was what was expected of her. But quiet… quiet was a relief. She was alone, yes, but not truly. Even standing alone, facing the world with naught but her own thoughts, even still the distant shuffle of movement could be heard. Barely audible voices, squabbling, laughter. Breathing. Alive– it was alive. She was alive. Quiet was a respite. The lull of ocean waves, and a breath taken to start again. 

Start again. 

That was what she always wanted, right? The chance to begin anew, the chance to stand on her own two feet. The opportunity to forge forward through uncertainty. This was what she fought for. No, this was what they fought for. After so long stumbling blindly through layers and layers of darkness, the maze of human fear and desire, here she was. Once again she looked off into the distance, the sun gently making its descent behind the horizon line. And for a moment, that was simply all. Streaks of color, dimming skies, and the silent sigh of the open air. Yes, maybe a bit of quiet would do her some good.

And for a good few moments, she simply watched the sun go down. She could not feel the breeze, but she could see the ends of her sleeves ruffle in its current, hear the faint whistle of the rush past the library’s boughs. Alive. And she raised her gaze, up towards the tiny pinpricks of light slowly peeking their way through the waning reach of sunlight. And watched. Captured neatly in her gaze. This moment was hers and hers alone. And nobody could take it from her. 

Quiet. 

…And then, slowly, gently; she pulled her eyes from the glittering stars above and turned away from the balcony railing– committing every tiny light to memory. They may not have gotten what they wanted, but this was far from the end. It was nothing more than a slight detour. Nowhere to go but straight ahead. There was always more work to do. And with a silent nod to nobody but herself, Angela walked back inside. Ready to take the next step.

#ive not posted writing like this here before potion of be nice to me. ok 👍 #pikart #projmoon #um um. this is technically half of a whole; but idk if/when ill finish the other half bc i. am not confident writing for roland yet <//3 #anyway i havent written anything in months and have also never written for Her so iam being very brave 👍 yay #dubiously proofread; imvery tired; just needs 2 be out of my system. you understand. nods.

[thiriumhound]

i only recently got properly back into dbh recently and i cant lie i used to be really partial to the more father/son connor & hank but looking through your blog and takes and stuff rlly has made me more partial to the platoniconk side of things. 🫡

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BITCHES WE GOT ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

JOIN US JOIN US 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

(sorry if that was too much lmfao it's just @iwonderwh0 built this tag from the ground up literally like less than a year ago because it seemed like father-son or ship was an inescapable dichotomy with no room for them to just be literally anything else... im so glad we've affected someone slkdjfsldk 🥺🥺 welcome platoniconk fan)

#be warned i do rb a hankcon here and there every once in a while #so like maybe blacklist the tag if u wanna make absolutely sure u don't see it 🤷 #i also used to be a father-son fan but i ended up closer to the other side due to multiple reasons dslfdfk #but primarily yeah. let them be friends that's all i want #thiriumhowls #platoniconk #technically the friendship dynamic has always been out there but it's never been searchable and always buried under the other two #connor rk800 #hank anderson #also check out epicqtefail uwu theyre unhinged but all platoniconk (or whatever the fuck is going on over there <3) #i just love when they both (dis)respect each other as adults what can i say #sorry if this was incoherent im trying not to proofread too much lest i take 5 years to respond #and iwonderwh0 sorry for the @ if that bothers u skldfjsdlkfjsldf idr...

[sapphicflower-ao3]

while ppl are still active on tumblr rn, there's a new update of TAOF!! :D please enjoy

#rani's rambles #taof #i just realised that i've never actually promo'd the fic on tumblr before #which is crazy bc i know followers here actually read it... #adnjaknajdnakdna #GUYS I TECHNICALLY PROOFREAD THIS ONE A LOT BUT LIKE #there were so many technical issues w the file and i'm scared i missed smth important or fucked something up #hopefully it's fine. and not boring. GOD it feels like such a boring chapter. even though it's 12K #jesus i talk so much. bye bye now #my fic

[moonlitkilljoy]

Riddle #1 (ft. two false starts)

Gotham (2014) Season 1, Episode 1 "Pilot"

every riddler riddle [1/?]

#edward nygma #ed nygma #the riddler #jim gordon #harvey bullock #gotham #gotham 2014 #gif #gifset #riddler riddle gifsets #bennys gifsets #so excited to be starting this project >:3 #technically i finished this last night but it was very late #so im posting it now after having proofread it in an actually cognisant state <3 #also i refuse to use the american spelling of that word. its so stupid #'cognizant' my ass. get that 'z' out of here

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

FINALLY. THIRD ACT. IT'S BEEN 3000 YEARS, I'VE FINALLY ESCAPED THE BUILDUP DUNGEONS INTO THREE SECONDS OF DIALOGUE THAT IS ACTUAL PLOT EVENTS, PRAISE BE TO THE WRITING GODS!

#hand jumper #DIALOGUE #LIKE THE LAND YOU FIND AFTER MONTHS OF SEA #ryujin mention of the day ig but lord knows how many days i missed they probably though i was dead and i technically was #The Horrors™ persisted but through pure hubris so did i #they say the first work is the worst work and brother i am serving that right #the cops are gonna find my rotting corpse #and they will only find the delusional folders of side character brain rot in the remains of my freshly burnt living quarters #born with a curse and the curse was fixating on two people's 5 minutes and 32 seconds of screentime respectively and obsessing over it #when i finally finish this i can finally force the peoples to listen to the queerplatonic situationship that juni and ishaan have going on #only in my deranged mind #only thing that kept me alive this month was this and that game i've waiting for really #BUT THE HORIZON IS UPON US LADS #terrible writing dumpster fire /hj coming soon near you #if i can proofread in time since i forgot contemporary literature actually condemns huge paragraphs

[freckleslikestars]

Autumn Leaves

Cancer Arc Angst, mulder get’s drunk and turns up at the hospital, Scully has to soothe him.

949 words, read here on AO3

Earlier, she'd watched as the last few leaves had fallen from the oak outside her window, little flames flicking past the glass pane, and wondered whether she'd make it to see them bud again next year. She was certain she wouldn't make it to see them fall again next year, but it would be nice to see the green one last time. It had been raining for what felt like weeks, and the patter of rain on the window had become a lullaby, white noise that merged with the rest of the sounds of the hospital. She’d been dozing in and out, letting time slip by as she faded into the crisp, white sheets when the commotion in the corridor drew her attention. It was just a muffled argument at first, the occasional shout, and with her waning energy, she closed her eyes to it and tried to block it out, assuming security would be on it in a moment.

But then she heard it. The voice, distinct and recognisable, ‘I need to see her.’

She heaved a sigh and eased herself out of bed, cringing as the IV drip in her arm pulled. Footsteps deadened with the warm socks her mother had knitted, she shuffled out into the corridor, tugging her drip with her, allowing it to take some of her diminished weight.

He listed in the corridor, looking the worse for wear, scruffy and haggard as he pled with the exhausted nurse on the front desk.

‘Sir, you’re disturbing the patients. Please, come back during visiting hours.’

‘No, no, you don’t understand. I need- I need Scully. I need-‘

‘You need to leave, Sir.’

As pitiful as she felt, he looked far worse. Slumped shoulders and a crumpled face, a scruffy five o’clock shadow and bags under his eyes. She approached cautiously, holding her hand up when the nurse went to tell her to go back to her room, ‘it’s okay. I’ve got this.’

‘Scully?’

‘Hey, Mulder. What are you doing here?’

‘I- I don’t know...’

In the four years she’d worked with him, she didn’t think she’d ever seen him drunk. Tipsy, on the rare occasion, but never like this. Her heart constricted as she saw the lost little boy in him. ‘Come on, let’s go talk,’ she reached out her hand for him, and he took it like a lifeline, gripping so hard she thought her bones might shatter.

‘Miss, it’s after visiting hours, and he’s drunk. I can’t let you-‘

Scully rolled her eyes, ‘if you send him home I’ll discharge myself, AMA.’ She watched as the nurse debated internally for a moment, forebrow creased and lips pursed, ‘please?’

She gave a tight nod, ‘but at the first sign of a disturbance, he’ll be escorted out by security. And please, Miss Scully, you need to rest.’

‘I know. Thank you,’ she said, a grateful smile curving the corner of her chapped lips, ‘come on, Mulder. Let’s get you sat down.’ She led him back to her room, clucking her tongue at him when he gave the nurse a filthy look, ‘she’s just doing her job; leave her alone.’

‘She wouldn’t let me see you.’

‘I’m surprised, honestly, that you got this far without causing a ruckus.’

He gave a dopey smile that didn’t reach his eyes, ‘I’m sneaky, Scully.’

‘What you are is drunk,’ she muttered as she sat him on the edge of her bed and peeled his leather jacket from his shoulders. ‘You wanna tell me why?’ He wouldn’t meet her eyes as he shrugged, and she sighed, ‘you can go home if you’re not going to talk to me.’

His face crumpled, and he looked up at her pleadingly, his watery eyes overspilling as he shook his head.

‘Hey, hey. I’m- I’m not going to send you home, Mulder,’ she drew him into her, letting him bury his head in her stomach as he wrapped his arms around her and sobbed.

‘I don’t want you to die.’

‘Mulder-‘ a soft whisper croaked out of a tight throat, tears threatening.

‘I can’t lose you.’

There was nothing she could say to that, no promise she could in good faith make, and so she swallowed thickly and turned her head over her shoulder, sniffed and cleared her throat before setting her jaw. After running her hand through his hair once, she unwound his arms from her waist and pulled away, swiping at the tears on his cheeks with her thumbs when he started to panic. Silently, she ducked down and slipped his shoes off his feet before indicating for him to shuffle onto the bed further. Slowly, she climbed up next to him and propped herself up against her pillows. ‘Lay down,’ she whispered, nodding when he did, tugging his arm around her and allowing him to rest his head in her lap. She combed her fingers through his hair, trying not to cry as his tears soaked through her gown. There were no platitudes she could offer, nothing she could say that would soothe him, and helplessly she muttered meaningless little phrases, ‘let it all out,’ and ‘hush now.’

He cried himself out eventually, sobs petering out into snuffles and the occasional choked whimper. It wasn’t until his sniffs had morphed into gentle snores that she ducked her head and pressed a kiss to his sweat-damp hair, whispered a soft, pained prayer, ‘you’re going to be okay, Mulder.’

In the morning, just before she clocked off from the night shift, the nurse ducked her head into Dana Scully’s room, a soft, bittersweet smile passing her face at the sight of them clinging on to one another for dear life in their sleep.

Tagging @today-in-fic

#my writing #xf fanfic #the x files #txf #x files #cancer arc #angst #I was going to post this after I got home from work #and technically it is after I got home from work #there was just a four-ish hour gap where I was painting my coworkers birthday card #because I thought we were celebrating his birthday next week when in fact we are celebrating tomorrow #so it's like half four in the mornign and I'm tired but my brain is still vibrating #this isnt proofread or anything

[pokemonpo]

pmmm vtuber au ramble (apologising in advance if its really incoherent)

I got encouraged to brainrot jnfajkgnj (this is directly copied from my google doc so its really messy sorry ;;)

Mami, sayaka, kyouko and madoka all vaguely knew each other in their streamer past lives

(all youngish adults in college, Mami has graduated tho) 21-23

Sayaka and madoka are childhood friends

Madoka used to run a youtube channel called KNM Ch, where she would post vlogs and challenges (mild ones). She would also occasionally try to do advice videos. She got fairly popular (kind of), then started to do craft videos with Sayaka and Hitomi occasionally making guest appearances. She later sold these online for her 2k celebration. She starts streaming after entering highschool, but stops uploading and streaming entirely to take entrance exams, after which she announced that she would no longer be uploading. 

The vtuber agency KYUBEY inc. has had several waves before Magia Quartet, including an earlier food themed wave, with a few members, who unfortunately ended up graduating due to real life commitments. The only one left being Charlotte.

Magia Quartet debuted when Madoka entered college, with Candeloro, Ophelia, Oktavia von Seckendorff and Kriemhield Gretchen. The next wave, Homulily debuted alone, but had lore so tied to the Magia Quartet that most fans consider them the same wave. It reached the point where the company ended up officially combining both waves, renaming them to Holy Quintet. Homura is a long-time fan of KNM Ch, and started watching Madoka since she only had about 20 subscribers. She found Madoka at a low point in her life and this kept her keep going. To donate to Madoka, she used the online name devil_AKM, and this name became widely known as Kaname’s insane fan after Madoka started streaming for a week, and they kept donating max supas. Homura’s grades dropped drastically after Madoka announced her departure from the channel, but she somehow managed to bring them back up before it was too late.

While Madoka released several pieces of handmade merch for her 200k celebration, Homura ended up only getting like 2 pieces of jewellery. She wears one religiously, and the other is kept safely in a ziploc bag at home.

Homura still has poor health in this au. Alot of the wishes made in the original PMMM dont come true, except for Mami’s. So she’s still very much an orphan, but she isn’t as lonely due to the support of her online friends. 

Kyouko and Mami are longtime online friends due to being in the same content creator circle. They later broke away due to some disagreements, but did tell each other that they were probably going to stop creating content on their current accounts due to reasons.

They later met during a zoom call, and after a while they reconciled. 

Homura applied for the role of homulily after seeing Kriemhield Gretchen’s debut. Her own cute ditzy debut left a big impression.

After sayaka’s debut alot of people would frequently put ‘hazukashi.. Low hp’ in the chat whenever she dies in a game. She later made an emote with this. 

When they had their first off collab, they ended up showing each other’s faces beforehand so they would be able to recognise each other in public. Homura has an awful sleeping schedule, so she only ended up sending one in at around 12, but forgot to remove her KNM Ch earring. She quickly deleted it but Sayaka saw it and immediately cornered her. They got weirdly close after that.

Sayaka streams alot of rhythm games and occasionally plays music. She plays other games too, but once in a while she does mixing streams for fun. In the beginning, Madoka and her collab alot, occasionally doing handcam streams together, but after getting close to the rest, Kyouko and her end up streaming together alot more.

Mami does alot of handcam baking/cooking streams, as well as cake and tea reviews, to the point where alot of people are like you might as well be an irl streamer instead. Afterwards, she started playing games like cooking mama, and more mainstream family games like mario party, but alone. She streams at weird times due to her full time job, and it makes it difficult to coordinate with the rest of the girls. She ends up streaming alot with Homura after the official merge.

Homura and Madoka are both variety streamers, in that you can never predict what’s going to be on their schedules. Homura starts off tame at first, but alot of her streams end up being wild as time goes on. Once, she started giving such detailed information about bombs, her manager ended her stream immediately and took it down. Plays fps with Mami alot. Once, Sayaka and Homura had an off collab guerilla cooking stream together for cream stew. Madoka joined and said wow cream stew my favourite! The stream’s audio then immediately cut out for 10 full minutes, and then ended. It later came back on and neither Sayaka or Homura addressed it, and the vod was later heavily edited. Till today some people still bring it up, some people assuming they’re lying due to the low amount of concurrent viewers at the time.

Alot of the content of Madoka’s streams is very similar to what she did for KNM Ch, but now equipped with a bigger budget, she does even more stuff. Her main content is still craft streams though. 

Kyouko does alot of just chatting streams, and alot of food reviews. She gives alot of good advice, but most people don’t realise because when you open her channel all you see are fighting game streams and food reviews. Plays alot of two player games with sayaka like we were here, and river city girls. They bicker alot. 

Sayaka and Homura hang out alot offline secretly after the earring incident. They often go to arcades and do karaoke together. Once Sayaka uploaded a pic of their maimai scores accidentally onto her Oktavia von Seckendorff account instead of her sub account and the rest of the quartet replied with stuff like damn yall hanging out without us? + fans went wild Sayaka tried to play it off because too many people saw it and said she was hanging out with another friend, but opened her discord and got bombarded. Homura bought another aime card after that, but it didn't change much. 

Timeline of events is as follows 

Magia Quartet > Mami and Madoka both hit 100k subs > Magia Quartet off Collab > Domain of the Devil solo wave > Plans for a MQ + DD off Collab, along with Nagisa > Plans fall through, second MQ off Collab > Homura is free, they plan another meet up > Homura hits 100k > Homura second lore video drops > Company announces merge, Holy Quintet is formed > Homura sends the wrong photo > off Collab > Homura passes out at the end of the day after everything

In a wild turn of events, Kyouko ends up moving to the same city for uni. After the first year, Sayaka and Madoka end up rooming together. They realise they all live in the same city after planning the first HQ off Collab. 

Sayaka calls Homura transfer student after the merge.

Sayaka and Homura play project sekai and taiko tatsujin together at some point, and they start hanging out offline to go to the arcade. Homura starts to destroy sayaka's sleeping schedule. At some point, Madoka goes over to Mami's house for a tea time cake baking off Collab, and Sayaka mentions something along the lines of Yea Madoka loves cream stew, and Homura goes over to Sayaka and Madoka's house to learn it. Sayaka off-handedly mentions it would be good content and so they stream it.

It was both their first handcam stream, and it was extremely terrifying for everyone watching. There were multiple times where parts of Homura and Sayaka's hair and arms got into frame, but they got the hang of it by the middle of the stream. 

Some more intense fans caught a glimpse of Homura's earring, but most people didn't know where it was from due to Madoka not keeping up the 2k merch announcement after everything got sold, and the fact that Madoka used to be an irl cc.

Homura wears the earring accidentally to the first day of the offcollab, but her hair is so long Madoka doesn't realise. She takes it off after Sayaka teases her about it.

Homura appears in Madoka's chat all the time, but in reality they don't collab much or talk much. Once, Madoka invited Homura over for an off Collab zatsu. Homura was so nervous she came off as super stiff and awkward, to the point where alot of people stopped watching an hour in, and several fan theories came out that they hated each other. Most people missed the little chat they had after saying their goodbyes where they hadn't realised they were still live and had a heart to heart, and the vod was later taken down. Since then Homura has been genuinely in love with Madoka.

They start talking more after Sayaka posts the maimai photo on the wrong account.

There are multiple Oktavia bickering compilations on YouTube. Oktavia's top shipping tags are ChurchPiano/Oktphelia and Lilvia , especially after the wrong photo incident, and how much they collab. Alot of people theorise that Homura and Sayaka are together

This changed after Homura, Kyouko and Mami's drunk zatsudan though, where Homura got super hammered and started rambling about a super cool YouTuber she used to watch that changed her life and how much she loved her. Kyouko said something like lol parasocial and Homura said it's not if we are friends. This vod got taken down and edited shortly after, but it was clipped to hell.

They have an offline meetup to go to a dessert buffet together with Kyouko, and Kyouko has never felt more like a stranger than in that moment. 

Unnecessary detailing

KYUBEY Inc. calls their talents Puella Magi. Originally marketed similarly to hololive in that they’re supposed to be idol type characters. The theming started to change overtime as the company got bigger, so now the idol rules aren’t as enforced anymore. Magia Quartet was originally advertised as a 90s weaponry branch, but this was never fully confirmed. Magia Quartet is the second branch to no longer require the members to be able to dance and sing, though Connect was released a month after Holy Quintet was announced.

The company prioritises efficiency over effectiveness, and started releasing waves closer to one another after the initial success of the Kamihama branch. They later stopped this after the Holy Quintet merger.

Each branch is separated by city.

Following nijisanji type rules, on their anniversary the girls get second outfits, which are usually their witch forms. A few exlivers have come out to say that usually after receiving them, they don’t know when to use them due to them being so different compared to their first outfit. Due to this, competition for a third outfit is rough. Every graduation from this company has always come at least in pairs. A few exlivers have offhandedly mentioned working for a black company after leaving, but this has never been confirmed. There’s never been a termination. Once, they released a limited edition line of energy drinks themed after certain livers. The backlash was immense, but they went through with it anyway. These drinks are now heavily scalped online for thousands of dollars. The taste has been said to be indescribable.

Live interactions between full waves (with most members still active) are rare. However there’s an annual competition between all waves held at the end of the year. After the Holy Quintet merger, due to Nagisa’s wave only having her left, for the first Holy Quintet 3D live performance Nagisa was considered part of their wave. The reception was good, and collabs between the Holy Quintet members and Nagisa increased.

#pmmm #needed to combine the two things i was excited about together #technically three but you know.. yea... #i have not proofread this i just wordvomitted really hard one day and this thing happened sorry if i clog the tag #anyway. i hope u see my vision... #gorseramble #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica

[masquerain-with-a-mask]

Thoughts on Charlie in Underworld!

OK OK OK THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS BECAUSE 500 LETTERS ON THE GOOGLE PLAY STORE ISN'T QUITE ENOUGH TO GIVE MY ENTIRE OPINION THIS IS GONNA BE VERY RAMBLY, SPOILERY AND PROBABLY PRETTY LONG SO I'M CONTINUING UNDER THE CUT

So first of all I gotta say that I played Underworld Office practically when it came out by finding it a little randomly. I absolutely fell in love with the game in pretty much all of it's aspects - be it the art, the characters or the story- , got obsessed with it for around a month, and then it went a little to the back. But what I can tell you is that I loved Charlie practically the second they were introduced because they're quite literally the kind of character I love the second they're shown to us so OBVIOUSLY when my friends told me that there was gonna be a sequel ABOUT CHARLIE I was hooked.

And now that the game came out, boy I was NOT disappointed.

First of all, the main cast is just as awesome as it was in Underworld Office. I love Eugene as much as I did in Underworld Office, maybe even more, I've always loved him, i'll always love him, he's my son (and one of highest kins but that's a story for another day). He's all grown up (which made me strangely proud of him) and yet still as much of a kind-hearted, self-sacrificing dumbass who just wants what's best for everyone as he was back in the first game, but you can see that he came such a long way from the nervous-wreck he still kinda was even at the end of underworld office and he has friends and I'm so proud of him and his chapter WRECKED ME like HOLY SHIT WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME WRITERS THIS POOR GUY ALREADY SUFFERED ENOUGH. He deserves so much better and he's still such a lovable character to me partly because he's a really expressive character. Like a part that really hurt me was the moment where he has his fight with Charlie, on the illustration you can read his emotions so clearly I love him so much his anger at the end of chapter 6 is so justified and i empathize with him so much this guy can just do no wrong zoieieizozorhrjrike.

Hayden - who happened to be a character I was quite indifferent to in underworld office (i liked him and thought he was a good character but it didn't run deeper than that) - brought so much sympathy out of me I was NOT expecting that. He's genuinely such a cute character he's just a kid who's doing his best and it was heartbreaking to see his reactions to learning his parents were going to have a new baby like you can sense his anguish (OR maybe it's me being way too invested in fictional characters IDK) and holy crap I melted inside when he asked for his brother to be named Charlie and absolutely died inside when I had to let him become an evil spirit to get an ending and he's also on one of my favorite illustrations of the game so THAT'S A PLUS IG

Boss. I am SO GLAD that Boss FINALLY got more depth than he used to have. I get that the entire point of the character is that we don't know lots of stuff about him but it feels great to have at least just a bit more informations about his story. Boss is the embodiment of the expression the road to hell is paved with good intentions. He wanted to protect himself but at the same time didn't want anyone to get hurt because of that and ended up causing more pain in the end because he handled all the situations with all the member of the office in a shitty way because no bestie hiding the truth from everyone and drowning in your own guilt isn't the right way to protect people. I love him and I dislike him at the same time he's my poor little meow meow.

River. I really liked her in Underworld Office. I still really like her. We FINALLY know what her death was and my god the circumstances of her death are awful and I wish she could have found peace instead of sulking in her own anger and hate she deserved so much better and yes much better means GO APESHIT YOU DESERVE IT. She's just such a fun character and didn't deserve the stuff that was thrown at her in her life.

Joan is great. I love Joan. You don't love Joan? Tbh I can understand why, but really her being kind of a stuck-up grandma is the strength of her character I think. Her story is heartbreaking like she didn't mean to kill Bill and I understand why she covered up the stuff but that doesn't make it right and Bill's anger is so justified but his actions are really not and kzjejdkzlsmmdld BOTH WATCHING HER EXILING HERSELF WITH BILL OR BECOMING AN EVIL SPIRIT HURT LIKE SHIT HELP.

Sean I actually don't have a lot to say about him except that we don't deserve him. He's so sweet and, much like Eugene, just wants what's best for everyone and tries to do his best to make the underworld better for everyone and we really don't deserve him my sweet son ily 😭

And now for Charlie. Charlie my absolute beloved. Like I said at the beginning, Charlie was my favorite character practically the second we were introduced to them in Underworld Office. Before Charlie in Underworld came out, when trying to theorize why Charlie was the way they were in Underworld Office, my theory was that Charlie was someone who died surrounded by indifference, and seems I was both right and wrong. Charlie lived among people's indifference of their situation. Their father was awful I don't think I need to explain why and their mom was just trying to survive and only did what she could do in her situation and Charlie just felt like they were ignored, them and their suffering and when Mike came into the picture, I like to think that Charlie wanted to have Mike as a friend, but they just never learned how to have a healthy relationship, be it friendship or anything else and because of that they just kept on telling themselves that they were pathetic for dwelling on their situation because Mike's was supposedly worse and i'm sure they blamed themselves so much for what they did to Mike and what happened to him and their mother after what he did to them both before and after their death and just. Their story made me tear up each time it came they never meant to hurt anyone they were just scared and while it doesn't make any of the things they did right it explains so much. And after losing their memory. My god the SNARK. THE CYNICISM. THE SARCASM. THE ANGER AND YET THE GUILT. JUST EVERYTHING. Charlie just has such a strong personality and is also a really expressive character and I absolutely love them for it. Basically even without knowing shit about themselves, the kid they're supposed to protect or the people they're supposed to work with Charlie knows one thing, they were a fucking menace and they're sure gonna be staying like that. And yet even while being a menace who's also really bad at communicating their feelings, Charlie understands other's feelings way better than they would probably care to admit. Like they say towards the end of the game, they're a shitty person who's done shitty things but that doesn't change the fact that in the few days they spent with the underworld office's workers they've come a long way from who they were as a ghost terrorizing people in the subway just to feel seen and not just because they didn't remember anything because they clearly feel guilty when they're about to turn entirely dark after remembering their past they just went through so much and didn't deserve any of it they just wanted to be left alone and my god I already loved charlie before but now I'm just like KQKDJEISOKZKRKRJ. AND I BARELY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE OF WHAT I WANTED TO SAY ABOUT CHARLIE BUT I JUST. CAN'T FIND THE WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW DEEPLY I FEEL ABOUT THEM. I JUST LOVE THEM SM.

NOW IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS I CAN MOVE ON.

I'm not gonna dwell too much on how much I love the art style of the game, or how I think the design are great, be it with the shapes, the colors, or the expressions of the characters who are always very expressive, which really makes it clear to guess what they're feeling even to a dumbass like me because I already made you read through my thoughts on the characters.

The story in itself is great. I don't really know what else to say. I love the idea of the workers deciding to unseal Charlie to keep Eugene safe. I LOVE EUGENE BEING AN ADULT I AM SO PROUD OF HIM. I am not exactly a fan of blackmail but y'know, I can understand why they would doubt Charlie. The fact that Charlie has amnesia is also a really great way to carry the scenario and to make them empathize with the other characters of the cast, be it by empathizing with them and validating their anger because they know what it feels like to feel alone, hurt or afraid and they know what it feels like to feel wronged or, like in Joan's case, by calling them out on their bullshit like others should have done to them. The fact that Boss has hidden the truth about how good and evil work to the others is great, and heartbreaking when you see the impact it has on both River and Eugene, who both trusted him, and i also think it's hilarious that Charlie ends up being the only level-headed person in the last chapter considering how they were in Underworld Office. Serves again to show how much they've grown during the game. SAME HERE I BARELY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE BECAUSE I JUST CAN'T FIND THE WORDS BUT THE SUBJECTS THE GAME BRINGS UP ARE REALLY WELL HANDLED I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORD IT ANY OTHER WAY.

Speaking of which, I can now talk about the relationships

First of all I'd like to say I absolutely adore Eugene and Charlie as a duo. They're legit a great duo and as a trio with Hayden they're just as great. Just Eugene's level-headedness, kindness and naivety mixed in with Charlie's free-spirit, hot-headed and desechanted self makes them work together really well, especially since Charlie, due to their lack of tie to any of the members of the team and pretty much hating Boss on sight, isn't being lowkey manipulated by Boss because they're too naive. Plus who doesn't love two absolute dumbasses working together?

I also love Charlie's and River's dynamic. River is absolutely unhinged and Charlie is not having a good time because of that, especially since they didn't exactly take well the fact that River doubted them because they used to be dark. I like them because, due to them being fundamentally shadows like River says, they're way more similar than meets the eye and while what makes Eugene and Charlie work together is the fact that they're opposites, what makes River and Charlie works is that they're similar. Also I really like the fact that we're given the choice to be somewhat thoughtful of River in Collapse.

The last relationship I can think of is the one between Charlie and Sean. Because while it may be a really background one, it's just very symbolic and I like the conversation they have in the sixth chapter.

OH AND THE ENDINGS. I LOVE THEM ALL BUT LIKE,,, THE ONLY CHARLIE IN UNDERWORLD ENDING IS MY FAVORITE I JUST. I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH. LIKE YOU GO CHARLIE YOU GO EUGENE YOU GO MY CHILDREN YOU'RE DOING GREAT.

BUT ALSO THE SWAMP OF EVIL SPIRITS ENDING IS SO COOL I LOVE IT. I LOVE THE IDEA OF IT EVEN IF IT'S SO PAINFUL LIKE BASICALLY FROM WHAT I UNDERSTOOD EUGENE'S SPIRIT WAS DESTROYED LIKE WHY DO YOU SO THIS TO ME BUT ALSO.... I LOVE THE IDEA OF CHARLIE JUST HANGING AROUND BUT THE THOUGHT THAT CHARLIE IS JUST STUCK WITH GNAWING GUILT BUT THE MEMORY OF EUGENE JUST WON'T LET THEM TURN INTO A MONSTER IS HEART-WRENCHING LIKE CHARLIE I'M SO SORRY YOU DESERVE BETTER.

AND THE GOOD ENDING IS A GOOD ENDING SO OF COURSE I LIKE IT LIKE YOU GO CHILDREN KEEP BEING A BUNCH OF DUMBASSES BUT BE BETTER DUMBASSES THAN YOU COULD BE WITH BOSS AS YOUR BOSS.

I think I'm done here I can't think of anything else to say I absolutely adore this game if it wasn't obvious thanks for sending this to my inbox i really wanted to ramble about it

Tl;dr : i am in love with this game, its characters, its story and its relationships

#rambles #charlie in underworld #underworld office #technically #i am absolutely feral #and i'm making it everyone's problem #long post #not proofread #i am mentally ill about this game #i am so normal about this #the inbox is getting louder

[tardis--dreams]

Got my employment contract and it sounds so annoying already

#im selling my body and soul to serve the company #for minimum wage #and there's some really sloppy mistakes in there too #they didn't even get the paragraphs in order #they go 9 10 11 12 11 14 #get it together #and one paragraph just says 'the employee has to undergo an exam upon request' and while this is infuriating enough #someone didn't even proofread that sentence because it doesn't make any sense grammatically #and the beginning and the end of the sentence don't match #you'd either have to adjust the beginning or leave out a word in the end in order to make sense #and that's currently bothering me the most because wtf this is a legal document and you cannot even proofread it #if i make an mistake like this im sure id get some very angry feedback #also decided that i don't want the job badly enough to undergo anything i deem unnecessary #im sure it's nothing dramatic but if they wanna do something i don't want ill accept getting fired lol #also gotta inquire about whether it's okay for me to have another mini job in April and May or if they're against it #('the employee has to dedicate their entire work performance to the company and has to get permission to have any #other paid or unpaid (!) commitments including volunteer work') #(what. should i also ask whether i can function as a 'buddy' for international students since it's a commitment and not technically #free time?? (i understand the not having other paid jobs part but UNPAID stuff? like it's any of their business. killing them honestly) #anyway #i'll shut up now #(my mother has been feeling sick and last year this also ended up in Me throwing up for 3 days straight #and guess what #i can see how tonight is gonna go ♡ i will be complaining ♡ (not me literally wishing for something like this when i had my #little ed relapse recently. im sorry body. i take it back. this sucks so bad i do not actually want it) #vois screams

[supercantaloupe]

it is 2:09 am and i have Finished my paper draft

#sasha speaks #i hit 12 pages. respectable #proofreading and formatting the citations in the morning when i wake up... #and then hopefully i can turn in something halfway decent by noon #and then. i'm DONE (for now) #(i still have one more paper. technically. but i got a much more generous extension on that one. so i'm not in a rush just yet #and boy could i use a break after this...) #anyway. TO BED

[magnaflourious-nerdity]

Eobarry Buffy AU

"This is exactly why, Barry, as your Watcher you need to trust me. Come to me for help. Just because you think you know the ins-and-outs of a situation already, doesn’t mean you do. And now look at you. Look at the mess you've made of tonight. Look at what happened to them, Barry. You know they were never supposed to be involved in something like this."

Barry doesn't speak. He is looking at his hands. they have blood on them, sticky and vivid against his increasingly pale skin. He had thought- He had been sure that it would be an easy take down. A few vamps haunting the sewer and grabbing people. He didn't need Eobard's help- didnt want it. Still hadn't been able to bring himself to trust him when Barry knows why Eobard was sent here for him. Who sent him. What this relationship is supposed to be.

He is a weapon, and Eobard's is the hunter, despite what either of their titles may have indicated. And tonight... tonight the weapon malfunctioned.

Just a few vamps. Nothing he and the rest of the scoobies couldn't handle, nothing they didn't handle already on a nightly basis, except... except it hadn't been. It had been so much more. There were demons there, some kind of portal. A nest.

He'd tried so hard. He'd fought SO, so hard, using every ounce of his unnatural skills that he could muster, trusting his friends to run far, far away until they could regroup. but it wasn't enough. He hadn't been enough, just like always. What good was this strength of his, this unnatural savagery inside him, if he had to watch as his friends... had to watch his family be....

It had been a feast. And he had served them right up.

"Oh, Barry." Eobard sighs, placing a gentle, consoling hand on the top of his head. He strokes his hair slightly in a comforting gesture that Barry knows he doesn’t deserve. Not after....

He screws his eyelids tighter against the images he knows he will never unsee. Eddie. Caitlin. Cisco. Joe. Iris.

There's no pretending they will wake up, no fooling himself into believing there's a fix for this when Eddie's wind pipe has been bitten through and he can see the sick glistening of Caitlins's innards through the gashes left on her abdomen. Cisco, head bent at an unnatural angle, lays nearest to Joe. Or the majority of him, and it is impossible to ignore the reality of the death that now hangs all around him like a fog.

He can't remember anything after he had seen Iris fall to them too, The only things he can conjure up are his own screams mingling with scattered images of viscera and the feel of her life draining out of her in his hands. He longs to hug her to him tightly, comfort himself with the proximity of her one last time, but his hands are still covered in blood and he does not deserve the comfort he seeks, so instead he merely cradles her in his lap and stares into the distance.

It had been quick enough after that, he supposed, the slaying. It was surprisingly easy to tear through the flesh of A demon's throat with your bare hands, if you were motivated enough. Apparently before he just hadn't been. Another failure of his own making.

It didn't matter though, any of it. Not any more. After the fight he had simply frozen there, staring at his friends and family, each one torn into and pried open. Gazing at him with empty, accusatory eyes still propped open in death. He had taken Iris back into his arms afterwards. Kneeling there, unsure what to do as it strikes him that he is once again been orphaned. He is alone again.

Alone. Except for his watcher.

Eobard's hand continues to stroke through his hair, murmuring soothing words, that slice Barry open with the truth of them.

"I know you didn't mean to Barry. I know they wanted to help. but this is no place for civilians already, and if you don't consult with me, don't trust me completely...

I knew they weren't vampires, Barry. I cpuld have told you what it was you were walking into."

Barry stiffens under his hand, and Eobard hides his smile under a grimace meant to imply his own feelings of guilt. A clean strike. Just a little more now, he thinks to himself.

"If you had just come to me, talked to me, I could have told you that this was demonic activity. That it was too dangerous for them. I don't know why you feel you can't trust me, but barry you have to. You have to or something even worse might happen next time."

There is nothing worse that could happen to him. No way for any situation to devastate him this deeply ever again.

Eobard comes to stand in front of barry. kneeling down in front of him, he gently removes iris from Barry's arms, and takes barry into his own.

"A slayer's life is a solitary one for a reason, Barry. And I'm so sorry you had to find out that truth this way. But, if you can learn to trust me, then I can be here for you, i can help you save people." he feels barry stiffen at those words and he lowers his voice to a whisper, injecting a tone of remorseful desperation into his next words "Please let me help you Barry, even setting aside that I'm your Watcher... I care too much about you to let you do this alone."

Eobard knows hes hit homw again when he feels Barry raise his hands to grip him back finally, in a hug so tight it might break a rib on a normal person. His fingers tangle into the silky fabric of Eo's shirt as he finally breaks and begins to sob in earnest.

The smile is back on his face, now that Barry can't see, too preoccupied with his grief. He looks around disdainfully at the sight. The demons had been a necessary step in assuring Barry's compliance and the removal of certain negative influences, but that didn't mean he approved of them. Messy, unpredictable things, but A means to an end. One he was an expert at manipulating.

He pats Barry's back in small strokes and tells him that he'll take care of everything. Thats what hes here for after all. To watch over him. To guide him. To make him the strongest version of himself.

It's when he mentions, ever so gently, that they'll need to make funeral arrangements for the others, that Barry finally raises his head again. He looks up at Eobard, eyes shining with so many tears still left unshed, and asks him hesitantly, if he could help him with those too.

"I don't think I can do it by myself, the planning involved- I know that's not part of your job, and it's so much to ask, but I'd have to keep seeing them, talking about it, knowing that I did this, and I can't Eobard I just Can't. Please I-"

Eobard gently shushes him, guiding his head into the crook of his neck as they both still kneel there, clinging together amidst the gore and horror of their surroundings. He did so love it when a plan came together.

"Of course Barry, whatever you need. Were in this together aren't we?" There's is a brief nod against his neck as the Slayer agrees. After all, who else does he have?

"Then I'll take care of everything. All I ask is that you listen to me, respect my abilities, trust me as your partner and Watcher"

Barry nods against his neck again and brings his arm around to hug eobards front, seeking the comfort of his embrace once more.

It feels like victory.

#you idk what the fuck this is #and its not proofread so rip but uhhh #it technically meets the prompt so... #i tried to make eo a vamp i really did. but then i thought #hmmm a man who seeks to control every aspect of your life and is obsessed with training you.... #familiar

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I'm reading a (fairly bad) light novel rn, and it's not that fun (like I have implied earlier by calling it bad) but it gave me the sentence "I think I'm getting addicted to normal conversations like this" which I feel like my dear mutuals will enjoy

#ignore the fact that I'm also proofreading and technically helping translate that same novel

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