#3 days later id be like 'oh shit i was actually doing something'

[skatingbi]

WELCOME TO PART 3 OF MY SANJI WITH HETEROCHROMIA SERIES!!!!

Oh my god. Yall are insane. 700+ Notes for part one of this series alone is crazy (Crazy? I was- *gets shot*). So heres part 3. I'll probably have to publish all this onto AO3 soon bc shits getting outta hand, but I like posting on this silly little site so I'll still be posting on here.

Uhhh this was posted WAY later than I anticipated bc i had a gnarly depressive episode and had to enroll into uni, but there aint no way id abandon this series, its too fun and i love experimenting with my baby writing style as i call it.

Okay thats it, just thank u all sm for enjoying my silly little series :) u guys are so sweet!!

P.S. Constructive criticism is OKAY! I havent written fanfic in like...10 years so since middle school. Im a baby at this and I understand if I may have several errors so pls lemme know if theres grammar mistakes!

Sanji With Heterochromia Series Part 3 below 🔻

Sanji lied. He does like the idiot. More than he's willing to admit. A few days after their conversation, Zoro distances himself. It leaves a nasty feeling in his gut similar to nausea but different from actually wanting to throw up. It feels apprehensive. He's waiting for something, but he doesn't know what yet. Sanji hates it. He hates how confused he is and how much he actually wants Zoro to touch him again. He hates the burning linger of scarred knuckles on his cheekbone that follows him wherever he goes.

He hates these feelings because he never learned how to really process them. He doesn't know if he has to blame himself, his shitty excuse of a father, or Zeff. Well, maybe not Zeff. The old man had enough on his plate while raising him as it was. Sanji decides to blame it on Judge because honestly, the root of most of his issues stems from that shitty old man anyway. Placing the blame on someone does little to actually help, but it's a distraction from his growing realization of how much he cares for Zoro.

He cares for Zoro. No, he holds an unreasonable amount of affection for the scarred swordsman that haunts his thoughts now more than ever. Fuck questioning sexuality when it's undeniable that he's absolutely whipped for the big idiot. Theres no room for denial anymore, not when his touch had become branded across Sanji's skin for the foreseeable future.

Stress cooking does little to soothe him and it's the same with smoking. At least Luffy gets to enjoy snacks to his hearts content. Its the little things, he tries to tell himself. He also reflects on his conversation with Zoro. How he honestly felt afraid of what he felt when the swordsman confronted him. He felt afraid of someone genuinely caring for his emotional wellbeing. He's anxious over what that means, what it would do to him if Zoro truely meant what he said. All the things voiced about him and the implications that he's...handsome in the eyes of Zoro.

Sanji is emotional. It comes with him being sentimental as well. He's the black sheep of his biological family in every way. He loved too hard, and got hurt too fast. He loved even when it ended in betrayal. Secretly, he loves unconditionally. What would happen if he loved Zoro like that, and what if it already happened and he's too late to stop it? Would Zoro hurt him just like everyone else has? Would he be pushed away eventually after the thrill of their theoretical short lived relationship?

It keeps him up at night, that conversation replaying in his head as he stares at Zoro's sleeping silhouette. He falls asleep to his breathing, echoing throughout the room over everyone else's breath and snores. He wakes up every morning before the sun greets him and pretends nothing happened in his dreams where Zoro's gentle touch and admiration lingers softly over his mind.

Zoro knows. Well, not exactly. He's not a mind reader like how Luffy seems to be, but he knows that distancing himself from Sanji is actually doing the opposite of what he thought it would do. At this point, the swordsman isnt sure where to go from here.

Sanji's actions contradict his words. Sanji stares at Zoro. Not so much that it's s uncomfortable but it's enough to be noticeable. Sometimes he swears he can see Sanji's eyes dart across his face and down to his lips before looking away. It's confusing. Didnt Sanji hate Zoro's advances towards him? Because thats what they were in hindsight.

Zoro was unconciously flirting with the cook in his own weird way. And yeah, he's a little stupid for not realizing the implications behind his actions at first, but it all started as genuine curiosity. He didnt mean for it to affect their rivalry. Now, he's not sure where to go from here.

It's driven him between a rock and a hard place and unforfunately for him, Nami decides to intervene again. This time, Nami drags Zoro to her and Robin's shared room on the Sunny for privacy and possibly interrogation. He's certain that this time he wont be able to escape. Unfortunate.

"Okay, so heres how this is gonna go," Zoro and Nami are now seated across from each other, where theres two beds and enough room for decent sized dressers on each side. Zoro sits on what he assums is Robin's bed with his arms crossed, "You will tell me everything- And i mean it! I will know if youre lying -and I will help you. Im sick and tired of you both being miserable and gay! It's giving everyone second hand embaressment." She demands, narrowing her eyes with a challenge for Zoro to protest or say no.

Zoro is smart enough to know what is and isn't a losing battle. This is one of those. Nami can be terrifyingly persistent once she sets her mind on something, and today it seems to be resolving the weird and awkward tension between him and Sanji. The swordsman resigns himself to his fate quickly and prepares himself to be trapped here on Robin's bed for the foreseeable future.

"Fine witch," Zoro sighs, "But if you tell anyone I will not be responsible for my actions." He huffs out in acceptance for his inevitable interrogation.

"Oh please like that'll actually scare me. Plus besties never snitch." Nami rolls her eyes. She gets comfortable on her bed and look at zoro expectantly. He rolls his eyes and relaxes his posture a bit.

Zoro starts talking, beginning with the first instance of his realization of Sanji having dual colored eyes, leaving out a lot of "unimportant" details. He mentions the second, and the third instance, and their conversation from a few days ago and how he tried to respect Sanji's establishment of a boundary and how he's confused now that Sanji stares at him. Nami listens with her chin resting on her fist and nodding along the way, surprisingly not interrupting once. He finishes speaking and he knows his face is red with embaressment, but he feigns nonchalance and waits for Nami's input.

"Zoro," Nami sighs, "Youre the dumbest bitch I know." She says while giving the man a look of sympathy, but not one that actually means it. More like the look of someone who is so incredibly done with your shit that they have no choice but to tell you so.

"What the fuck, Nami!? Im not dumb!" The swordsman retorts loudly.

"Anyways," his best friend ignores his arguing in favor of getting to the task at hand, "Luckily, this is fixable. For making the entire crew feel awkward for two weeks, I'm adding a 200 percent tax increase to your debt." She smiles mischeviously, and thats when Zoro realizes that one, he's never getting out of debt, and two, he's been forced to accept Nami's help in unfucking up his unconcious attempts to flirt with Sanji.

"First order of business is that you have absolutely no game." Nami begins with a shit eating grin to match the absolutely insulting statement. Zoro briefly reconsiders their friendship.

"Shut the fuck up I obviously do." He rolls his eyes. Nami gives him the look. The one where her eyebrows are raised and her chin is tilted down slightly, matching the frown. It's that look she makes when she's trying to say 'Are you sure?' or 'Reconsider what you just said.' and it grates at Zoro's already increasing agitation.

He decides not to entertain her with a reply.

"Anyway," Nami sighs, massaging the space between her eyes with her thumb and forefinger to stave off a growing headache, "Im teaching you how to flirt. No, you cannot work out in front of Sanji- dont give me that look you muscle brained idiot!" She says while looking at Zoro's ever increasing looks of annoyance and audacity, because first of all, no he definitely was not going to do that, and second of all, it could hypothetically work. Probably.

"Fine," He huffs. He'll let the witch do whatever. It's not like theres anyone else he can talk to on the ship about this anyway, "No promises that I'll actually do what you tell me."

"Fucking- oh my god why am I friends with you?!" Nami complains before flopping down on her bed, groaning loudly at Zoro's malicious cooperation. Zoro basks in the momentary power he has in this situation.

For the next few hours, Nami allows Zoro to stay in the womens quarters for the sole purpose of learning how to actually flirt. He's not sure if shes a reliable source, being a lesbian and also having a girlfriend already, but if he voiced this opinion out loud the redhead would probably kick him out. He only restrains himself because this room is the only one so far where he feels the least amount of awkwardness regarding his situation with Sanji.

Robin stops by every now and then and gives him a smile. It doesnt make him feel very comfortable but it's the thought that counts. She doesnt say anything about him being there, anyway. He makes an effort to at least not lay on the bed he's sitting on, though. He may be lazy but he does hold enough respect for the women in the crew to not fuck with their shared safe space.

Suddenly, it's the evening and dinner is around the corner. Nami shoves a barely enlightened mossy swordsman out of the womens bedroom to finally be free of that headache. Also known as a crash course to flirting with your rival/friend/whatever the fuck else they got going on.

Zoro makes his way to the gallery, taking his time to look out and observe the oncoming sunset that bathes the sky in shades of pink, orange, blue, and yellow. It would be a pretty sight to fall asleep to, he thinks, but the cook would kick his ass off the ship if he decides to sleep through dinner again.

Entering the gallery, everyone except Nami is already there. She's right behind him a second later and taking her seat at the kitchen table.

Numerous conversations are heard as food is served. Franky and Usopp are wildly talking about different types of projectiles the sunny could use, Nami and robin are talking amongst each other in low voices, giggling in between sentences. Chopper and luffy are laughing together, and Zoro goes to sit next to luffy like he usually does. Just as he sits down, the cook lands a kick to his mid back, making Zoro scowl.

"The fucks that for!?"

Sanji rolls his eyes while placing plates of food down for the crew, "For being late, dumbass."

"Nami is late too!"

"And? She'd never be late on purpose, Marimo." as Sanji speaks, he dodges the hilt of Zoro's sword to his side instinctively and has the audacity to give a cheeky grin.

Dinner passes by normally. Everyone's loud conversations meld together gradually and soon everyone except Sanji and Zoro leave. Zoro takes his usual spot beside the cook, drying dishes and leaving them on a towel afterwards so they can both put them away.

Zoro has half the mind to bring up Sanji's staring, but decides against it. It leaves the air silent, neither him nor Sanji speaking up as they finish their side work for the night. Even then, Zoro's unable to speak when Sanji immediately leaves afterwards without a word.

The kitchen feels empty without their bickering, and Zoro is determined to bring that life back into it. He just needs to figure out how.

Despite Nami's advice, Zoro has an idea. If the idiot cook doesnt see what he sees (His pretty face first of all, but Zoro thinks of his strength too. How Sanji easiely brushes off conflict like it's nothing despite the injuries that'll heal far faster than his own), then he'll make him see it. Frilly words never were Zoro's style, anyways.

One night before they all go to sleep and Zoro takes night watch, he corners the blond in the bathroom. Nami would probably be kicking his ass because of his timing, but a mirror is needed for his plan to work and the bathroom is the only place with one other than the women's bedroom.

When Zoro enters, Sanji turns to look at him before going back to washing his hair, his back towards Zoro. "Leave me alone, Moss, I'm im not in the fuckin mood," He grumbles to Zoro, who stands there waiting for Sanji to stop talking.

"Nope, I need a mirror for this and for you to listen for five minutes." Zoro replies, and when Sanji turns to argue his protests are gone from his lips when he sees a look of determination. Confused, annoyed, and also curious, Sanji doesn't reply.

Zoro walks up to Sanji until he's standing right behind him. The swordsman moves to kneel so they're relatively at the same height, but the stool makes Sanji slightly taller as he sits there and eyes Zoro warily.

"Whats going on with you, Moss? I'm trying to wash my hair." Sanji says, and Zoro can tell an insult dies on his tongue when he places his hands on Sanji's shoulders.

Zoro turns Sanji in front of the mirrior in the bathroom, the stool Sanji is seated on creaking lightly and scratching against the tile. Sanji remains speechless, still unable to brush off Zoro's palms on his bare shoulders like how he'd usually do.

"Tell me what you see, cook" He says, uncharacteristically soft underneath the edge his voice always seems to have. Sanji flinches when the swordsman's calloused hands tuck his frings behind his ear, displaying his face to them both.

"What the hell is up with you? Did Luffy hit your head too hard?" Sanji furrows his eyebrows at the mirror and looks at Zoro. Zoro huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Just tell me what you see about yourself, shit cook, I'll leave ya alone after or whatever." He grumbles back, the baritone of his voice vibrates against Sanji's back. It reminds him of Zoro's compliment, his face too close to his while they stand on the deck of the Sunny just days ago. He chooses to ignore how it makes him shiver.

He looks at himself in the mirror, and his first instinct is to look away. Zoro, being the perceptive bastard that he is, notices and squeezes his shoulders in a way thats strangely reassuring.

"It doesnt have to be fancy, cook, I know you like to use big words 'n shit so don't make your brain fuckin explode." Sanji bristles a bit at that but bites back a nasty insult so he can entertain Zoro's weird exercise on his own self reflection.

In the mirror he always sees his mom at first, but with both eyes uncovered and his hair pushed back for once, he sees himself. The first thing he sees is his eyebrows and eyes. He decides not to bring up his eyebrows.

"Well, for your information I see my eyes, but you already know that."

Zoro stays silent, and Sanji shuffles in his seat. He's suddenly aware he was literally in the middle of rinsing his hair of shampoo a few minutes ago and the entire situation is both awkward and uncharacteristic of Zoro in multiple ways. It's out of character, and he should have kicked out the moss ball when he had the chance, but now in the too small bathroom of the Sunny he feels like it's only him and Zoro. It leaves a weightless feeling in his chest, settling in with the creeping anxiety of looking at his own reflection. The contrasting feelings make him hesitate before he speaks.

"I see.." He hesitates, not knowing exactly what Zoro is getting from this or what he wants to hear, "My eyebrows, I guess. Wait, you've never seen both at once." Sanji chuckles at that, because his eyebrows are certainly something. The curl points in the same direction, but it's unnoticeable with how he wears his hair.

"Yeah, they're weird as fuck." Zoro mumbles, and the blond has to laugh or else the swordsman's voice would get to his head.

"Okay, I also see freckles. Those are new. Only started showing up when I joined you all." And Sanji now notices how the freckles cluster on the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, and his shoulders. They're scattered everywhere else on his body.

Sanji starts to realize the point of Zoro's questioning now. He looks at the fogged mirror, just visible enough to notice how his blush not only spreads across his cheeks but also down his neck. Embarrassing. This whole situation is embarrassing not only because of where they are but also because he's realizing that Zoro is trying to make a point that is too close to unearthing his insecurities. He would have expected this from Luffy, but sometimes he forgets how Zoro's intelligence is masked behind his swordsmanship and how much he sleeps during the day.

And he's naked, but honestly thats the least of his problems at the moment.

"I see my hair, I guess?" Sanji tries to only focus on his face. Its not easier, but it also sets up a mental boundary. Zoro hums, looking at Sanji through the mirror. Sanji hesitates before speaking again, "My hair is actually wavy," He thinks about his mom's wavy blonde hair, and how he always thought it looked pretty even before she passed, "Its damaged, though. Straightened to hell and back with one of those hot combs."

Sanji thinks back to the hot combs. They were old as shit, the kind that needed to be heated up with a flame. The memories make him chuckle a bit, and Zoro smiles back. The same smile he wore when they sparred on the deck, with his dimples visible yet again to confirm to Sanji that he does have them.

His smile makes his heart skip a beat, like drums he'd hear in one of those old instrumental CDs he kept in his room as a kid. Before he has the chance to back away, to push Zoro out the door and forget this ever happened, Zoro straightens his back again.

He turns in his stool to look up at Zoro and he's not sure what the swordsman sees right now, but he's afraid to ask as his gaze is soft. So damn soft as he looks at him and his hand reaches again to pull his hair hair back over his eye like it was before. Stringy strands of heat damaged locks fall back into place.

Then he leaves. He just...leaves. The damn idiot just turns around and walks out the door like nothing even happened.

Thats the second time this has happened yet the first where Sanji is the one on the receiving end of it, and it makes him grab his towel to bunch it up in his fists and let out a scream into it as he processes everything. He processes how he was forced to notice how Zoro looked at him, and it was Zoro's own weird fucking way of saying "You're beautiful".

"He's so fucking ridiculous oh my god.." Sanji mumbles into the towel. His hair routine is officially long forgotten.

#this went from zoros pov to sanjis instinctively ngl #also nami being the best wingman PERIODDD #btw nami in this is dating vivi #bc theyre cute together <3 #uhhhh yeah i need a title for this... #one piece #zosan #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji with heterochromia

[roomofshroom]

kyman headcanons part 2 !!!! SFW (cartman oriented!!!)

since yall liked my kyman headcanons so much i thought id give it another try and write down sum more ! :D

part 1: here

cartman would plan little fucking schemes to see if kyle really loves him (text him from a fake instagram profile, pay a girl to make a move on him, shit like that)

motherfucker craves attention so much, so he like pretends he's sick or dying or that something really serious happened to see if kyle comes running to him

kyle quickly realizes this is not a one time thing and is really annoyed w him but manages to come running everytime cartman pulls something like this, eric always treats him with a big smile when hes at the doorstep ("you came! :D " "ofc i came you said ur fucking mom was dying?! where is she?" "oh she just went shopping" "so you made it up?! you know how fucked up that is?!" "technically, my mom IS dying, we are ALL dying every second of every day ever since we were born, kHAL...")

cartman uses like an unhealthy ammount of emojis in every message, sends shit ton of tiktoks, reels, youtube shorts and has a completely different types of conversations w kyle on every social media platform all at once (like on instagram he's venting to him about how he doesnt feel appreciated enough by the world while hes sending him memes on discord and streaming himself playing fall guys or smth i dont fucking know)

kyle's style of texting is very simple, he doesnt like long messages, he doesnt really send memes or tiktoks or anything but he religiously watches everything eric sends him, responds to him asap and writes medium sized messages with emojis because cartman is super fucking clingy and goes on a rampage if kyle doesnt respond for more than 3 hours or if his response isn't "enthusiastic" enough (*eric sends a meme of cats with a "this is so us" comment* kyle: <3 eric: do you hate me? kyle: no wtf i dont??? why? eric: idk just seems like you hate me)

cartman hangs out w kyle's mom and makes kyle's mom unknowingly share embarrassing details of kyle's life just to tease him w the information later, they also look through baby pictures together

eric and kyle's mom love gossiping together and they watch say yes to dress together and critique the dresses ("the mermaid style dress with HER LEGS!? i thought she'd wanna show them off!" "yes, such a shame, wasted potential")

sometimes cartman just goes to kyle's house solely to hang out with his mom ("oh hey cartman, i wont be able to hang out today, i need to-" "no worries, I'm here to watch tlc w your mom")

cartman's love language is words of affirmation, obviously, and he makes kyle say everything he loves about him at least twice a week as a "communication exercise, so that their relationship stays good and they both feel appreciated" (its honestly just a way for eric to get praised, he loveeees that shit)

he knows kyle's love lang is acts of service (hes known him for years, kyle didnt even need to tell him) so while he's at his house he'll wash the dishes and fold his clothes but he won't admit to it, he actually hides it and feels embarrassed, kyle just knows ("hey, did you clean my room while i was downstairs?" "no?" "look, its clear you did, just say so" "i don't fucking know what you're talking about, khal" "...thank you, eric" "...shut the fuck up, jew, as if I'd touch your dirty ass room")

cartman's actually very shy with showing affection when its just two of them and when kyle says something sweet unprovoked, cartman usually blushes and shuts him down, turns it into a joke or straight up ridicules kyle ("you're actually very pretty, cartman" "yeah, you're pretty too... pretty gay, HAHA")

kyle's shy with showing affection in front of others and cartman fucking takes that and runs with it sometimes, doing everything to make kyle uncomfortable, he's being all lovey dovey infront of kenny and stan to see kyle cringe internally and awkwardly smiling on the outside to 'not seem like a bad boyfriend' (cuz when he once couldn't take it and told cartman to shut the fuck up, cartman got fake sad and stan came to kyle afterwards and gave a speech about "sometimes having to put up with stuff you don't like to make your girl, uhm sorry, to make your... significant other happy")

#kyle broflovski #kyle x cartman #kyman #sp kyle #kyle x eric #sp eric #sp cartman #sp kyman #south park headcanons #kyman headcanons #eric cartman

[geekfanficwriter]

Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader Part 2/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 2.7k Warnings: None

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March 16th, 1984

After all the business with the Demogorgon, the government had shown up and told everyone to keep silent. You had stayed hidden at first, worried at first you would be taken back to the facility but after some negotiations (and definitely not blackmail), you had been allowed to stay out in the world. You had managed to negotiate for help buying all the basics you needed to start up (clothes, a place to stay, etc.) as well as a new birth certificate and other IDs giving you their date of birth of 25th February 1968 and you were officially a sixteen year old in 1984 attending Hawkins High and doing all the other shit normal sixteen-year-olds who were 20 years in the past did. Joyce had offered to let you stay with her and the boys at first but you declined. You didn’t want to be a burden on them plus you felt like it was safer for you to be on your own. With everything that had happened with Will, you wanted them to live a happy life as a family without the burden of some girl with superpowers being grabbed by some shadow government or something. So now you lived in a shitty trailer and your only friends were Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan but life didn’t completely suck. Even if you weren’t living with the Byers, Joyce had taken on a sort of motherly role, every Saturday the two of you went to the grocery store then you ate dinner with them. You lived the life of a fairly normal teenager, well as close as you could be to a normal teenager when you continuously got confused about what did and didn’t currently exist. You were currently sitting in the canteen poking at the meatloaf in front of you trying to figure out what the hell it actually was. You thought canteen food in the 2000s sucked but apparently the standards were higher than they had been 20 years earlier. You were sitting alone waiting for Steve, who was currently in the lunch queue, to come to sit with you. ‘So how was class?’ Steve asked sitting down opposite you, his hair was perfectly styled as per usual. You often wondered what time he woke up to make sure his hair was styled every day. ‘Boring, I hate math.’ You replied continuing to play with the food in front of you. ‘Also, this is gross.’ You pushed the tray away giving up on attempting to eat the food. You would make yourself a sandwich when you got home. ‘Yeah, it’s not good. You were in class with Nancy right? Where is she?’ ‘Some club, study group with Jonathan I think. I was going to go but I didn’t want to.’ You shrugged. ‘You guys got plans tonight?’ ‘We’re going to check out Footloose, Nancy wants to see it.’ ‘Oh, so you guys are going to sit at the back of the theatre making out you mean?’ You joked. ‘No, definitely not.’ He picked up the bread roll which was on his tray and picked a bit off, throwing it at you. ‘You’re disgusting.’ ‘Hey! Don’t throw food at me, Harrington.’ You laughed at him. ‘Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?’ ‘I’ll set you on fire.’ You jokingly glared at him. ‘You wouldn’t do that. I’m your best friend. Anyway, what are your plans for this evening?’ ‘Oh, I’ve got a big date, huge actually. With Jeopardy.’ ‘You need to get out more. Go on an actual date with an actual human.’ ‘With who exactly? All the boys here are gross.’ ‘I’m sure you’ll find someone.’ Just then the lunch bell went off signalling the end of the period. You grabbed your bag out from under the table and slung it over your shoulder. ‘I’ll see you later, Harrington.’ ‘See you, and remember don’t be late or I’m not taking you home.’ ‘Yeah, yeah.’ You mumbled walking off. Heading towards your next class.

You had decided not to go to your final period that day. It was only study hall which you hated plus you wanted to read your book and the study hall teacher never let you read unless it was for school. You had found a bench in the forest nearby the school, far enough that you wouldn’t be caught but close enough you could hear the bell so you weren’t late for meeting Steve. You had your copy of Rosemary’s Baby open, you had seen the movie before but had never read the book and so far you were enjoying it. ‘Hello.’ You heard a voice behind you say causing you to drop your book on the forest floor. You spun around seeing some guy you’d see around your school. You couldn’t remember his name but his long, curly hair and the fact that everyone called him a freak made him stand out. ‘Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.’ He leant down and picked up your book from the ground looking at the cover. ‘Rosemary’s Baby, nice I’ve seen the film.’ He said handing it over to you. ‘Umm, yeah, I love the movie so I decided to read the book.’ You spoke cautiously kind of freaked out as to why he was also out in the woods. You were pretty sure you’d be alone out here. ‘I’m Eddie.’ He said sitting down opposite you and holding out his hand for you to shake. ‘Y/N.’ You shook his hand looking at the rings on his fingers. ‘Cool rings.’ ‘Thanks, cool shirt.’ He said pointing at the Slayer shirt you were wearing. ‘Thanks, I saw it at a thrift shop and I just had to have it.’ You said fiddling with the hem. He was kind of cute actually. You didn’t know how you hadn’t noticed before. ‘Well, it’s good to see there are some people in this town that appreciate good music. Although I can’t imagine your boyfriend is a big fan of metal.’ ‘Boyfriend?’ You looked up at him confused. ‘Yeah, you’re Harrington’s girl right?’ ‘Steve? Eww no, he’s just my friend. Plus he’s dating Nancy.’ You made a face of disgust at the idea of dating Steve. ‘Ah, I just figured you guys were together considering you’re always flirting, like today at lunch.’ ‘That’s not flirting that’s just… being friendly.’ ‘So you’re dating Byers then?’ ‘Okay that’s even worse, he could basically be my brother.’ You loved Jonathan, you two had a lot in common, probably more than you in common with Steve, but having lived with him and Joyce being a mother to you, you could never even imagine dating him. ‘Hey is your shirt for DnD?’ You said looking at his shirt. You had no idea what Hellfire Club was aside from one of the many school clubs but it seemed cooler than basketball or math club or whatever. ‘Yeah, how did you know?’ ‘The dice.’ You said pointing to the corner of your own shirt where the dice sat on his own. ‘I used to play but I haven’t in a while.’ It was true you loved DnD. Although you would probably struggle to play now as you had only ever played 2nd edition and a bit of 3rd edition after it came out, neither of which existed currently. ‘Ah well, Hellfire is actually the DnD club I run if you want to come. It’s only guys but it’ll be nice to have a girl there.’ ‘Yeah, I’ll definitely consider it.’ You smiled. God, you’d been speaking to this guy for like two minutes and you were crushing on him. Maybe Steve was right, you needed to go on a date if you got this flustered just from talking to a guy. A very attractive guy who shared a lot of your interests but still he was just a guy. ‘Well, as lovely as it’s been talking to you, sweetheart, I am unfortunately here on business and I don’t think you want to be around for that.’ He indicated to the black metal lunchbox in front of him and you realised that it didn’t just contain his lunch. Although you were less focused on that and more focused on the fact he’d just called you sweetheart. ‘Ah sorry, I’ll head off. The school day is nearly over anyway and if I don’t get back, I won’t get home.’ You said shoving your book into your bag. You stood up getting ready to walk away when you thought. ‘Actually how much do you sell for?’ You asked him. He raised his eyebrows at you. ‘You smoke?’ He questioned you, a smirk on his face. ‘Not in a while.’ You replied. It was true, you had smoked a couple of times back in Nevada as it helped numb your powers. Now you needed a smoke because at night it hit you. The truth is that you would never get back to your family, that at some point in the future they were looking for you and that kept you up at night. Plus the nightmares that your back in the facility, waking you but in a cold sweat. You needed something to help you sleep. ‘You haven’t done a lot in a while.’ ‘Yeah. I got sent to one of those rehabilitation camps for deviant teens, you know the sort of thing I’m talking about. So yeah, can’t do anything fun at those.’ You lied. You couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. That you’d been kidnapped in 2001 and somehow time travelled back to 1982. I mean if you started telling people that you’d be committed. ‘Oh yeah, I know the sort of thing. Well, it’s $20 for a half-ounce.’ He said opening the lunchbox and pulling out a bag marked with a weight. You nodded and dug around in your bag, pulling out your wallet and grabbing a twenty, handing it over to him. ‘Pleasure doing business with you.’ He said handing over the bag before stopping. ‘I assume if you were sent away you don’t have all the other shit?’ He asked. ‘Yeah but I can go grab some.’ You couldn’t go to the general store as Joyce worked there but there were other places in town that sold rolling papers and filters, and although it wasn’t the best option you could probably use a pepper grinder. ‘Don’t bother. I’ve got it.’ He smiled grabbing papers, filters, and a grinder, before handing you the bag with all the stuff in it. ‘Thanks, how much extra do you want?’ You asked him, shoving it in the bottom of your bag. ‘Consider it on the house.’ He winked at you, causing heat to rise in your face. ‘Oh well, double thanks then.’ You zipped up your bag and picked up it off the bench. ‘You give all your customers free shit?’ You asked smiling at him. ‘Only the pretty ones.’ He said smiling back at you. ‘Well when you run out, you know where to find me.’ He indicated around him. ‘Yeah, I’ll see you around.’ You said starting to walk away. You were definitely late to meet Steve for your ride home at this point but you were too happy to care. ‘Nice to meet you, Y/N.’ He called after you. ‘Nice to meet you too, Eddie.’ You said turning around to face him before walking back towards the school.

When you reached the school you still hadn’t stopped smiling. You saw Steve leaning against his car and when he stopped you he looked pissed. ‘I told you not to be late.’ He said climbing into the driver’s seat. ‘Yeah you also said, you’d leave without me which you didn’t’ You said climbing into the passenger side. ‘Well, I felt bad abandoning you. Why are you so smiley anyway?’ He said looking over at you with a look of confusion on your face. ‘I am not smiley.’ You tried to make your face more neutral but you couldn’t get Eddie out of your head. ‘Umm, yeah, you are. You’ve got a big stupid grin on your face.’ ‘Oh so I’m not allowed to be happy is that it? Just because I’m stuck in the past with no family, I have to be miserable, huh?’ ‘No that’s not what I’m saying. You’re just all mopey most of the time.’ ‘Such a bad friend Harrington.’ You shook your head at him. ‘You’re a bitch you know that.’ He shook his head and laughed at you. He stopped pressing you and you drove the rest of the way back to your trailer in silence.

March 19th, 1984

The weekend had been fairly uneventful. You had gone round to the Byers' as you did every Saturday spending the time talking to Will about his DnD game while helping Joyce in the kitchen. The rest of your weekend was spent smoking your supply and watching whatever shit was on TV. When Monday rolled around you woke up early and got dressed, putting a bit more effort into your appearance than you normally did. You told yourself it was because you just wanted to feel nice but it was definitely because you wanted Eddie to notice you. After arriving at school, you and Steve were stood by your locker as you grabbed a couple of books. Nancy had been with the two of you but she had headed to class early to ask the teacher a couple of questions giving Steve an opportunity to ask you about gift ideas for her. ‘I don’t know, I have very different tastes from Nancy. Why are you getting her a gift anyway?’ You asked as you shut your locker. ‘Because I want to do something nice for my girlfriend. Hey, can we go grab some stuff from my locker?’ ‘Yeah sure.’ You said and two of you started walking towards his locker. As you were walking you spotted him. There was Eddie who stood talking to the other members of the Hellfire Club. You couldn’t help but stare at him. God he looked so good, his rings and long hair and the chain hanging from his jeans. You can’t believe you’d never really noticed him before. I mean he was exactly your type. ‘Ow.’ You said as you collided with a door. You had been so busy staring at Eddie that you hadn’t even noticed that one of the classroom doors directly in front of you was open. ‘Who put a door there?’ ‘What’s wrong with you? You weren’t listening to anything I said then you walk into a door.’ ‘Nothings wrong with me.’ You said glancing back at Eddie. Steve followed your eyes and gasped. ‘Munson? Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, is what’s got you distracted?’ He laughed at you. ‘He’s not a freak, he’s nice. And I’m not distracted.’ You blushed slightly. ‘Oh my god. You have a crush on him.’ Steve said far too loudly. ‘I do not! And can you keep your voice down, I don’t think they heard you in Oregon.’ ‘All boys are gross I’m never getting in a relationship.’ Steve mocked you. ‘Now you’re here crushing on Eddie Munson.’ ‘Could you please shut up?’ ‘I’m just excited that my best friend is finally going to get a boyfriend.’ He said wrapping you in a hug and tousling your hair. ‘I am not going to get a boyfriend and you’re being annoying.’ You said escaping from his grasp. You flatten your hair back down, glancing over at Eddie hoping he hadn’t noticed Steve being an idiot. He was still talking to his friends, laughing, and joking around. ‘You guys would be perfect together. You both listen to that terrible metal music.’ ‘Hey! Don’t diss metal music.’ You lightly smacked him on the chest. ‘Besides having the same music taste doesn’t mean we should date.’ ‘No, but the fact your eyes are practically shaped like hearts right now does.’ You sighed, Steve was never going to let this go. You looked back over to Eddie realising that he was also looking at you. When the two of you made eye contact, he winked at you causing you to blush. You were far too into him.

Taglist: @michaelfuckinglangdon @taygra5shaon @eddiemunson4ever

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[sicklyworm]

Monster cans and reading bans!

Ao3/Anon Hackers <3333

Prologue :

Ao3 tiredly took a sip of his fourth monster of the day, his hands typing as fast as he could make them. He knew better than to procrastinate for so long, after all this project is 30% of his final grade, but the patrochilles fanfic he was reading was just too good for him to read it all in one go. Now a full 26 hrs later than that horrible decision and he still isn't done with the fic due to his favorite site being down and the project is due in 7 hrs. Now Ao3 would say he is pretty good at pulling shit out his ass when it comes to school but he really had underestimated this project. fuck. He should have known this class was going to bite him in the ass eventually. After all, getting a credit for just thinking critically would be far too easy. Ao3 bit his lip in an attempt to stay awake but his brain wasn't just wasn't cooperating. Sighing Ao3 closed his laptop and started to type in the number he swore to himself he would never call. That number he got from the very one and only Anon Hackers or as Ao3 likes to call them dickface.

Hackers was a pretty popular person on campus, but considering that they live in florida that might actually be the biggest red flag of all time. After all, everyone in Florida could possibly be replaced by SCPs in very bad disguises and the rest of the world would be none the wiser. Hackers themself was known for their… well lets just go with passionnet one sided arguments on things like religion. Which were really just Hackers angrily spouting whatever conservative talking points were popular at the moment at anyone who looked even slightly left leaning. While Ao3 himself had never actually been on the receiving side of Hackers ire, his friends have and that's enough to make Ao3 despise them with the fury of a thousand suns.

So when profesor Fanfiction.net assigned them as partners on such an important project and Hackers was forced to give Ao3 their number, Ao3 elected to just do it by himself so he would never have to use the damned thing. It's just one silly project after all, how bad could it be? Oh how much ao3 wanted to strangle his past self for not starting this project earlier because right now in a desperate attempt to at least completely fail he is going to do something he said he would never do… he is going to ask for Hacker to save his ass.

Hackers was fucked. Not by procrastinating school like Ao3 but because they have been lying about having a boyfriend to his parents for the last 3 months and now they want to meet him. Their parents are christian evangelical extremists and even Anon got uncomfortable at times about how they talk about queer and trans folk despite being christian themselves. Hackers never came out as nonbinary to their parents either so whenever they have to visit them it is a pain. They barely get away with using they/them pronouns at school and if one of his 'friends' were to learn his dead name they would never be referred to by their chosen name ever again.

Their habit of just saying whatever their parents did the day before whenever they felt uncomfortable has also driven away anyone who would still use their right name even after hearing the old one.

Hackers turned in their bed so they could scream into their pillow. This whole situation was impossible, no way to win, just ways to lose. "I did this to myself, I guess-" Anon was cut off by their phone going off, their jolly ringtone mocking their desperate situation. Peeling themself from their bed Hackers grabbed their phone, the number had no id but the area code was the same as theirs so they decided to answer.

#ao3/anonhacker #ao3 #fanfic #shitpost #enemies to lovers #fake relationships #homophobia #Anon Hackers use they he but prefers they more so That's how I'm going to be referring to them most of the time!

[guavagyu]

you're so cute - k.mg

omg second mingyu fic 😵‍💫 anyways this was requesteddddd <333 (tysm for sending me an ask ily 😭)

i also rlly wanted to publish on the day it was requested but ive been really busy so im so sorry for the delay 🥲🥲

that actually made me like....idk...cry (in a good way obviously cuz its mingyu??) also i tried to include the request as much as i could, and just added shit later on :_)

anyways teehee (mingyu>>>>)

contents: smut (mdni!! youve been warned), some humor here and there, established relationship (rlly briefly mentioned), oral (f receiving), fem!reader, softdom!reader (not even that much but ig it still counts so yeah), sub!mingyu, tall reader again cuz slay, (affectionate) teasing, praise, squirting, fingering, strength kink hsjahdksdhh, swearing lol, mentions of the rest of svt + specific members, mingyu being sweeter than like idk candyland, lmk if there r any more <3

wc: 841 lol (shorter than id hoped)

synopsis: after mingyu teasing reader for the entire day while they were at a public event together, when they get home, reader has her way with mingyu. >:)

"you're such a tease, you know?" you gently pushed mingyu against the wall, your eyes level with his the moment you returned to your shared apartment with your boyfriend,

"w-what?" mingyu gulped, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat, regret quickly bubbling from his previous actions earlier in the day, you two and the rest of the group had been at an event for some reason (you all were invited??), and mingyu decided it would be an amazing idea to tease you for the entire duration of the time you were there. firstly, he wore the tightest suit imaginable, in an attempt to show off his physique (to which you were already massively aware of), which was quite rude. even though it was super distracting, it was definitely an enjoyable sight. alright, fine, you had a strength kink. you loved how you and mingyu were practically the same size, but he still managed to always overpower you when it comes to strength. it just sparked something in you.

second, he kept fucking licking the gelato that was being served there like he was eating pussy. it was so irritating. you almost took him right then and there. and it's not like the others didn't notice your striking glares towards mingyu's direction, clearly understanding the situation. fortunately jeonghan didn't make any comments, and only wiggled his eyebrows when you made eye contact, which made you lightly laugh and shake your head,

"you know exactly what the fuck im talking about mingyu, don't even, you horny bitch," you rolled your eyes and chuckled, when he smiled and then buried his face into your chest, "you're so cute, you know that?”

“im only a horny bitch for you, love..” mingyu blushed, his comment and term of endearment making your heart flutter,

“hmm? oh really?” you playfully raised an eyebrow, trying to invoke a better response from mingyu, but was slightly disappointed when he simply buried his face back into your chest, and simply nodding. then, you felt it. you felt it. gyu must've been hard for the entire event, probably from some random thought that popped up or something about the outfit you wore that made him..uh..brick up,

"mhm, only you, always you," he nodded, before taking you into a soft kiss, whimpering when you began making your way down to his neck, placing delicate kisses along his collarbone before stopping at a specific spot to lightly suck on, making gyu shiver and let out a soft moan. desperate for more, you continued your business there, doing anything capable that your mouth has the ability to. after a few minutes of this, gyu let out a loud moan and a soft whine after, the previously hard rock sticking into your stomach slowly becoming softer and softer,

"pup.." you trailed off, mingyu's face heating up at the nickname and when you continued, "did you just cum untouched?"

"uh.." you gently grabbed his face and smiled at him,

"that's adorable gyu," you kissed him, "can you help me now, please?"

"oh," when he realized how little attention you must've been paid, especially somewhere specific, he added, "yeah sure,"

"bedroom?" mingyu nodded and let you take his hand and lead him there, both stripping off your clothes when you arrived. when you settled yourself in the bed, he settled between your legs, only continuing after you give him a small "yeah", he started going at it like he'd been starved. when you slightly tugged at his hair, he groaned, the vibrations causing you to let out a choked moan. as mingyu continued to eat you out,

"g-gyu," you softly let out,

"hm?" he hummed, letting out vibrations again, making you groan,

"close," that's when he quickly detached himself from your pussy, and two of his long, perfect fingers, and reattaching his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. gyu hastily found your spot and began to curl and scissor his fingers inside of you, which inevitably brought you to cloud nine, well, launched you to cloud nine. it was only when you finally decided to return to earth, and you heard him laugh in astonishment,

"love," mingyu softly kissed your thigh,

"yeah?" you panted,

"you squirted," he smiled,

"huh? i can do that?" you looked at him, slightly baffled,

"well, you just did," gyu shrugged, and you noticed how his face dimly shined in the light from your release, and the large dark patch on the bedsheets, making you blush and let out a soft "oh". the moment he got up after you caught your breath, you scoffed and said,

"you are not hard again, i swear to fucking god,"

"hey, that just means i get to be here with you and, uh, you know, fuck you longer," he grinned, displaying his ethereal canines,

"you are so weird," you laughed,

"you love it. and me," mingyu winked,

"you're right. i do love you," you smiled, gyu letting out a quiet "i love you too" before the rest of the night was filled with kisses..and a lot of sex.

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[goldenraeofsun]

Day 23: Sleepless Nights

Dean 11:31 Hey sorry to text so soon But did you pick up an ID with my face on it after dinner?

Cas 11:39 No, but the restaurant called me a half hour ago. They found it while closing up, and they had my number on file from when I made the reservation.

Dean 11:42 Thank god

Cas 11:42 My apologies; I was going to leave you a message in the morning, as you mentioned needing to get up early. Also, what do you mean by “so soon”?

Dean 11:44 Dude Its been two hours since our date How soon do you consider too soon?

Cas 11:45 I’ve never given it much thought.

Dean 11:45 Seriously?

Cas 11:48 I text when it feels right. I don’t have a numerically-based system.

Dean 11:50 That’s insane.

Cas 11:51 Well, Dean, what’s your system, then?

Dean 11:52 24 hours minimum 1 week max unless they’re batshit Usually averages out to 3 days

Cas 11:57 What do you mean “batshit”?

Dean 11:57 You know Psychos Nut jobs One sandwich short of a picnic Dudes who say their spirit animal is Elon Musk

Cas 11:58 That’s an impressive array of synonyms, but it doesn’t actually give me much information.

Dean 11:58 Seriously??? Ok then Like, the guy who tried to pressure me into a threesome with his ex cause I’m bi Or the lady who practically drank a whole bottle of wine by herself and yelled at the waiter because he didn’t refill our bread basket

Cas 11:58 I see what you mean.

Dean 11:59 OR that guy who mentioned he was casually into cannibalism??? Who the hell drops that on a first date. Glenn Close wannabes, that’s who

Cas 12:00 I’m astounded you had that many bad first dates.

Dean 12:01 Those are only from this year!

Cas 12:01 That sounds horrendous.

Dean 12:02 Heh. Cannibal guy gave good head, so there’s that. Dude knew his way around some man meat, if you know what I mean

Cas 12:02 Unfortunately, I do. Excuse me while I wait a full week to text you ever again.

Dean 12:03 C’mon, I didn’t even tell you about my worst first date!

Dean 12:14 Cas?

Cas 12:18 Go on.

Dean 12:18 Thank fuck, I thought I actually scared you off

Cas 12:18 Despite appearances, I don’t scare easily.

Dean 12:19 For a nerdy dude in a trench coat, you’re made of pretty stern stuff, I’ll give you that

Cas 12:21 Thank you?

Dean 12:26 Don’t mention it ANYWAY worst first date in the history of first dates: The setting: Los Angeles, California, August 2017 Our hero, the dashingly handsome PA, Dean Winchester, has a date with a slightly less-attractive but still stunning guest star from episode 24 of Dr. Sexy, MD who will die three episodes later from a cerebrovascular infection of her spinal cord.

Cas 12:27 Technically, doctors should only use “Dr” or “MD”, not both. And that diagnosis makes absolutely no sense.

Dean 12:28 Shhh DSM had to let go their medical expert due to budget cuts in the 15th season

Cas 12:28 I cannot believe the abbreviation for that show is DSM.

Dean 12:28 Huh?

Cas 12:31 In the medical community, whenever you hear DSM, they’re almost always referring to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.

Dean 12:34 Hahahahaha Maybe I should buy a copy for the set Then they’ll get SOMETHING right

Cas 12:34 I hardly ever call any case hopeless, but in this case, I might make an exception.

Dean 12:36 Yeah that checks out But nobody watches DSM for the medicine The other stuffs the compelling bits

Cas 12:37 They'd better not be. It's a gross misrepresentation of the medical system. Firstly, their sterile fields leave much to be desired. I had to pause in the middle of the intubation scene.

Dean 12:42 Hold on You actually watched DSM??

Cas 12:44 Of course. You mentioned you worked on the show when we met. I'd be a poor date if I hadn't watched at least an episode. 

Dean 12:44 Oh my god you did homework for our date tonight??? You're such a nerd

Cas 12:45 Dr. Nerd, MD, actually.

Dean 12:46 Ha! You're still Dr Sexy to me

Dean 12:46 Shit that was the stupidest thing I've ever sent. Forget I wrote that. 

Cas 12:47 I think it's flattering :D

Dean 12:48 Thank fuck

Cas 12:52 It wasn't only to prepare for our date. You obviously care a lot about the show, so if I couldn't stand it, I figured it would be a good indicator of our compatibility. 

Dean 12:55 Holy shit. I never thought about it like that I used to tell people it was a guilty pleasure

Cas 12:56 What changed?

Dean 12:57 I got the job on set and everyone there doesn’t treat it like a dirty little secret Sure they know its stupid and shit, but it’s fun, stupid shit

Cas 1:00 I’m glad you like your job.

Dean 1:00 You don’t?

Cas 1:11 I like the mission of my job. But some days the death, pain, and petty workplace grievances make me question my choice. I chose emergency medicine because I was under the impression it required fewer people skills. I thought I would see more acute cases of broken bones, gunshots, burns, etc. But these days, half of my patients use ER doctors as their primary physicians because they can’t afford regular doctor visits for their chronic conditions. I even have a few “regulars”, which I never anticipated having.

Dean 1:12 Damn That sounds brutal

Cas 1:13 Not to mention my hundred thousand dollars of student loan debt.

Dean 1:13 Jesus Sammy’s in the same boat between undergrad and law school

Cas 1:14 But not you?

Dean 1:20 I never went to college

Cas 1:20 Good.

Dean 1:23 What?

Cas 1:25 It seems you didn’t waste your money or time, as you’re in a profession that makes you happy and supports a lifestyle you’re making work.

Dean 1:25 I guess so. I just never figured you’d be all aboard the high school drop out train

Cas 1:31 Usually no, not unless the person has a clear path ahead of what they would like to do instead. My brother transferred from a prestigious liberal arts college to a trade school for plumbers, and he has had no greater joy explaining to my uptight parents the latest thing he pulled out from a client’s septic tank.

Dean 1:32 He sounds like a riot

Cas 1:33

He also makes a killing. Apparently an equal number of people need doctors as plumbers, to my parents’ great chagrin.

Dean 1:33 I like him already

Cas 1:35 You’ll like him until he short sheets your bed and locks you in the wine cellar during dessert so he gets the whole Black Forest gateau to himself.

Dean 1:36 That’s HILARIOUS

Cas 1:38 I almost wet myself, Dean.

Dean 1:38 And you think that makes it less funny???

Cas 1:43 I should have known older brothers would take each others’ side.

Dean 1:44 Damn right It’s in the big brother handbook

Cas 1:49 Did you terrorize Sam too?

Dean 1:52 No And whatever he tells you about itching powder, a farting donkey, and superglue is totally a lie

Cas 1:53 Never mind. I don’t even want to know.

Dean 1:58 Yeah, nobody came out the winner that time Sammy always gave as good as he got though But you seem like the kind of goody two shoes who wouldn’t get your big brother back like he deserved

Cas 2:03 I was worse as a child. It didn’t help that Gabe had an almost preternatural ability to anticipate retaliation. My choices of pranks were never particularly inventive, so he saw them coming from a mile away.

Dean 2:04 So Gabe is a plumber with a sweet tooth?

Cas 2:05 Yes?

Dean 2:06 You got any other ammo on him?

Cas 2:07 He also has an extensive porn collection of vintage Casa Erotica VHS and goes to some annual pornography convention in Vegas. My parents didn’t cut him off for dropping out of college because they were well aware of his alternative and, in their mind, Gabe chose the lesser of two evils.

Dean 2:11 Holy shit, Cas That’s what you LEAD with

Cas 2:12 Excuse me?

Dean 2:19 Next time you’re at his place, you’re gonna swap out half those VHS for Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood or Nut Cracker or a Nova documentary Just total boner-killers. He won’t see it coming. Heh Literally

Cas 2:20 Truly?

Dean 2:22 I don’t see why he would

Cas 2:23 Thank you. I might actually take your suggestion.

Dean 2:25 Do it! And then tell me how it goes. Sammy’s all the way in Seattle, so we haven’t had a real prank war in too long.

Cas 2:27 Aren’t you a little old for such childish behavior?

Dean 2:30 You’re older than I am!

Cas 2:31 I’m making up for lost time.

Dean 2:32 You’re unbelievable. Alright, Marcia, if you want to play it that way See if I help you when Gabe hides your stethoscope or dyes your white coat pink in retaliation

Cas 2:35 … he dyed it bright yellow, actually.

Dean 2:36 HAHAHAHAH

Cas 2:37 I looked like a YIELD sign.

Dean: 2:39 Please tell me you have pictures

Cas 2:43 I do, actually. IMG_215

Dean 2:44 What’s with the black stripes?

Cas 2:45 I added the stripes for Halloween last year. I was a bumblebee.

Dean 2:46 Damn Not even a sexy bumblebee?

Cas 2:49 Ah, but you can’t see what’s under my doctor’s coat.

Dean 2:50 An even smaller bumblebee costume?

Cas 2:52 No…

Dean 2:53 Don’t do this to me Lingerie?

Cas 2:55 I wore SCRUBS, Dean, because I am a medical professional.

Dean 2:58 You’re such an ass What are you doing this year?

Cas 2:58 I was thinking of wearing my usual coat and scrubs.

Dean 3:01 Booooo

Cas 3:02 What are you going as, then?

Dean 3:05 A cowboy! Tenth year in a row, baby. If it ain’t broke, yadda yadda yadda

Cas 3:06 But, having recently seen a new medical show, I was thinking of adding cowboy boots to my standard getup.

Dean 3:08 No way

Cas 3:08 Do you by chance have a spare pair I could borrow for Halloween?

Dean 3:10 Hell yes I do! But Shit, I have a 5am call time tomorrow Today? Fuck. I think I have to cut his convo short

Cas 3:11 Oh dear My apologies for keeping you so late! :o

Dean 3:14 Not your fault at all dude

Cas 3:15 I never even heard the story of your worst first date!

Dean 3:18 How about I tell you over dinner Friday? 7PM work with you? You chose the place last time, so I’ll pick this one

Cas 3:18 It’s a date :D

#suptober22 #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #text fic #doctor Castiel #PA dean #slice of life #fluff #rae writes fic

[beileil]

Increasingly Improbable Predictions on Time Travel

Let me preface this by saying that I am not the person to go to for OPM meta discussion. There are plenty of people on Tumblr that are far more talented in that regard. My strengths are fanfic and shitposts, and I’m way out of my wheelhouse here. I considered not posting this at all. But I have a lot of thoughts about Chapter 166, and I need to get this into writing, even if no one reads it and it’s only to keep me from going crazy. Manga spoilers below the cut, obviously. Also some Mob Psycho 100 spoilers that I tried to keep sort of vague? Ready? Let’s get stupid!

I have a prediction brewing and I don't know how I feel about it. I'm not alone in thinking that the latest chapter was much darker than usual, nor in finding the chapter 164 redraw jarring. I'm sure I'm not the first person to have this thought either: What if there are multiple timelines and we're being shown the darkest one? We've seen ONE do something similar with the Mogami arc in MP100, so we know he's good at making both his fans and his characters go through Some Shit, even if the events are an illusion or aren't permanent. (Also see: Mob going ??? in “Even Then ~Continue Forward~”, an otherwise lighthearted episode that ends with a cliffhanger so brutal that the first time I watched it, I gasped out loud, explained to my concerned spouse that my reaction was because I couldn’t believe the writer would actually go there, and had to stop watching for the night. Obviously, everything turned out to be a trick, but this moment stuck with me.)

ONE is a great story teller. He doesn’t need to kill anyone to make his audience feel pain, nor to leave his main characters with lasting trauma.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get to my stupid time travel theory, which I’m sure is also not very original.

Now surely (and this is the point you may roll your eyes, but stay with me, I promise I'm going somewhere with it) Blast or one of his crew has the ability to send someone back in time. Like seriously, the guy fights with portals and tried to send Garou to another dimension. Let’s say Blast & Co. can send exactly one person back in time. But maybe time travel takes an extreme toll on the person’s body to the point that normal people can’t survive the jump. Hm...do we know anyone who can withstand any amount of physical stress without getting hurt? Oh, I know! How about we send the guy who uses a magma pool as a hot tub!

Scenario #1 (the “immediate fix”): The Blast Crew can only send Saitama back in time by a few minutes. But it’s enough. Enough to stop Celestial Garou’s radioactive attack. Enough to save his disciple. This time, he doesn’t arrive too late. He arrives just in time, like a true hero should.

Scenario #2 (the least bullshit one): Saitama gets sent back just far enough to stop Garou from getting possessed by God (no ID), and instead of continuing their Fistfight to End the World, Saitama (who is the only one who remembers the Worst Timeline and is just so tired) asks Garou if he's done yet, offers to lend an ear…and the chapter ends with a panel of dragon!Garou sheepishly sitting seiza at a low table with Saitama in an abandoned house floating in the sea. It’s odd to me that the Murata would spend so much time on the original, very different version of Chapter 164, only for it to be scrapped three days later. Maybe this scene does happen…just in a different order than expected. In this scenario, nothing is wasted.

Scenario #3 (improbable, confusing, and meta af, but indulge me please): Saitama gets sent back to some point earlier that day. LET’S GET META for a hot second. I remember reading a discussion by @gofancyninjaworld a long time ago (sorry dude, I tried to find it on your blog but no luck) about how the manga is ultimately written for the people who read it in its final, published volume form. But here's an awful, fun thought: What if the redraws are ONE/Murata throwing an extremely meta bonus to the readers who read each update as it comes out? If there's time travel fuckery involved, it explains at least one of the redraws…or all of them if Saitama were to get sent back further than meeting Awakened Garou on the shoreline. I'm imagining something like the scrapped chapters actually being an alternate timeline where Phoenix Man doesn't become chickified, Do-S and Narinki's mercenaries are killed by Sweet Mask, Orochi is killed by a punch instead of a bathtime mishap, etc. Time travel could also create some fun deja vu moments, like Atomic Samurai telling Iaian "I swear I've told you about this before" about the Sun Blade. Maybe he really did!

Scenario #4 (for lulz only, everyone would rage quit the series if it happened): Saitama travels back in time to the meeting that Sitch calls with the S-class to warn them about Shibabawa’s prophecy. Saitama informs him that the prophecy is about Bang’s student going off the rails. The entire Monster Association arc is canceled. Saitama beats up everyone in the subterranean and takes their gold. Garou gets therapy and a job at Fedex.

Pros of time travel being used as a plot device:

Saitama saving the world and no one knowing about it would be very on point for the series.

Saitama retaining his memories ties in with my earlier point: ONE doesn’t need to kill anyone off permanently to leave his main character with lasting trauma. Even if Genos survives this, I guarantee Saitama will be having nightmares about holding his core in his hand for years to come.

Many fans found Saitama’s comment that he’d “rather destroy the world” out of character for him. The comment makes a lot more sense if he’s already seen the people he cares for…you know.

It makes no damn sense to set up future sub-plots (Garou becoming a hero, a fetch quest for a magic sword, etc.) if everyone is just going to die of radiation poisoning anyway. It’s wasted potential, and as much as I’m hurting, I have faith in ONE/Murata to not do that.

Cons of time travel being used as a plot device:

Let's face it. Time travel as a fix-it is kind of a cop out. The only time I've seen it done well is in Steins;gate. (Which is a brilliant show if you haven't seen it.)

The further back in time we go, the less character development everyone gets. The S-class never learns to work together. Fubuki never discovers her healing powers, or stands up to her sister. Waganma never stops being a brat. Sweet Mask never gets to beat a pep talk into Darkshine, and Zombieman never gets to admit that Sweet Mask isn’t as bad as he seems. The Bad Boys don’t get their team-up. Garou doesn’t get to (try to) tell God to fuck off.

We’ve already seen characters we thought were goners come back through the power of magic (looking at you, Tanktop Master), and if it happens too much, it's going to be difficult to truly experience suspense properly again. The stakes just won’t be there. Every time a character dies, it’ll be a case of the boy who cried wolf. (Or rather the boy who cried, "Can't we just have Fubuki/Blast fix it?")

So I’m conflicted. Would a time travel fix-it make you rage quit the series? Would it cheapen the trauma that everyone has been through, or could it be done well? Or can you not see this happening at all? I guess we’ll find out in two weeks.

#one punch man #manga spoilers #mob psycho spoilers #meta post #manga predictions #a rare serious post from me #well it's half serious anyway #cursing

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, John Egbert, Jade Harley

Act 6, page 6302-6323

DAVE: so weird being back here

DAVE: cant believe how long ago it feels since i lived in this place

DAVE: spent way too long wallowing in our own filth on that gnarly meteor thats for sure

DAVE: this doesnt even seem like my room anymore

DAVE: its like trespassing or something like im horning in on somebody elses life

DAVE: a life lived most sweetly though i will admit

DAVE: ahahaha the fuckin toilets still there

DAVE: i remember when jade put that there that is perhaps like my favorite memory

DAVE: wish jade wasnt crazy just makes me remember how much i miss not crazy jade

DAVE: or less crazy jade

DAVE: wait

DAVE: didnt karkat once say terezi ripped a troll toilet out of his house

DAVE: what is with girls and their universally constant tendency to rip out plumbing fixtures

DAVE: did i just accidentally crack another cosmic riddle or

DAVE: i gotta txt him and get confirmation on this asap

DAVE: actually nah

DAVE: i probably harangued the poor guy with enough of my bs the last few years

DAVE: ill just keep shufflin thru memory lane making wistful observations out loud

DAVE: you know it kinda chaps my bulge that people rip on me for talking to myself

DAVE: its like the most perfectly natural thing to do

DAVE: why are people so up tight about keepin a lid on their monologues what a bunch of stuffy pricks

DAVE: ive always found the sound of my own voice to be mysteriously soothing

DAVE: haha talk about an embarrassing sentence to say in earshot of an actual person

DAVE: well maybe not the mayor

DAVE: you can always tell the mayor anything <3

DAVE: hahaha this piece of shit is still here too

DAVE: didnt we use this thing like ONCE

DAVE: what a useless pile of trash in hindsight

DAVE: sometimes i think this game was designed by an idiot

DAVE: wasnt it called like

DAVE: the laserbeam intellivision or something

DAVE: id throw it in the lava but that would be a waste of melting

DAVE: oh yeah

DAVE: almost forgot about my ill beats from the past

DAVE: i wonder if theyre as ill as i remember

DAVE: ok i just pushed some buttons and verified they remain as ill as the day they were dropped

DAVE: ill have to send them to karkat he has always been an enthusiastic patron of my exceptional science

DAVE: i mean sure he says it sucks and maybe he even believes that on some pathetic sub intellectual plane of consciousness which gross philistines operate on their whole lives

DAVE: but whenever he gets a load of my hype

DAVE: i see him there

DAVE: tapping his foot ever so slightly

DAVE: i see him

DAVE: this poster...

DAVE: love this poster

DAVE: its like an old friend

DAVE: never even knew who these guys were or what their deal was

DAVE: never gave it much thought i guess

DAVE: doubt ill ever find out at this point

DAVE: oh well

DAVE: some things i guess were never meant to be figured out

DAVE: or benefit from any kind of elaboration

DAVE: not even years later

DAVE: just the way it is sometimes

DAVE: its like ive said before

DAVE: this poster is a hell of a mystery

DAVE: that i never even thought was a mystery

DAVE: and it would be pretty cool if somebody solved it

DAVE: but damn if thats ever gonna happen

DAVE: so thats a shame

DAVE: aw hell its my old dead things collection

DAVE: what a stupid blast from the past

DAVE: i seriously cannot remember if i was sincere with this shit

DAVE: i was probably trying to flex my underdeveloped irony muscles

DAVE: like the shrimpiest kid at the hipster gym

DAVE: why does my childhood room have to be such a predictable museum of embarrassments

DAVE: i dont know

DAVE: some of these things are kind of cool actually

DAVE: like from a standpoint of objective reevaluation afforded by the sobering maturity that comes with being literally 100% grown up now

DAVE: dead things are actually pretty rad

DAVE: i feel like if i was legitmately into all this then more should have come of the interest

DAVE: like there could have been like

DAVE: entire CONVERSATIONS about it that never even took place

DAVE: hey rose youll never guess what im excited about and have loads of dialogue to spill over

DAVE: whats that dave

DAVE: ancient mollusks

DAVE: hmmmmmmmm said rose

DAVE: how many bananas do you think this paw clutched back when it was alive and attached to a monkey

DAVE: dave i really must say

DAVE: this conversation blows

DAVE: yeah sorry

DAVE: maybe i could have really developed this interest

DAVE: maybe i could have been something cool as a result

DAVE: like what even profession is this

DAVE: a dead shit ogler?

DAVE: no wait

DAVE: probably a paleontologist or something

DAVE: i could have been a paleontologist

DAVE: instead of what i became

DAVE: which was

DAVE: uh

DAVE: some pajama packing fuckface from the renaissance fair

DAVE: that would have been the dopeness!

DAVE: eurgh

DAVE: the ironic selfies

DAVE: oh god

DAVE: now this

DAVE: this is some irredeemably mortifying shit here

DAVE: what was i thinking

DAVE: i dont know man

DAVE: i just dont know

DAVE: this is what seasoned veterans call "bad irony"

DAVE: look at this guy

DAVE: what a fucking novice

DAVE: oh who am i kidding

DAVE: i cant stay mad at that face

DAVE: ok this one is pretty funny actually

DAVE: ...

DAVE: eheheh

DAVE: hehehehe

DAVE: haha!

DAVE: hahahahahaha!

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

DAVE: WHY

DAVE: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: (gasp)

DAVE: WHY CANT

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: WHY CANT I STOP LAUGHING

DAVE: PFFFFAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: YOU WIN!

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

DAVE: YOU WIN YOUNG DAVE

DAVE: THESE SELFIES ARE COMEDY GOLD

DAVE: AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

JOHN: hi dave!

JOHN: what's so funny?

DAVE: whoa

DAVE: john

JOHN: what were you looking at there...

JOHN: hey, are you crying?

DAVE: what

DAVE: no

JOHN: ...

DAVE: i mean i was just laughing too hard at something dumb

DAVE: you know how it is

JOHN: heh, yeah.

JOHN: can i see?

DAVE: no its nothing

DAVE: where the fuck have you been

DAVE: do you remember what happened since we got here

JOHN: yes.

DAVE: well

DAVE: are you gonna fill me in or keep floating there in the most uninformative way possible

JOHN: uh oh.

JOHN: dave, i have to go!

DAVE: what

DAVE: why

JOHN: i can't hang around in one place for too long.

JOHN: let's catch up later, ok?

DAVE: john wait

JOHN: see you buddy!

DAVE: no dont

DAVE: john no stop turning into wind you fickle idiot

DAVE: dont just leave right away that is such an insanely predictable move

DAVE: i said get back here you slippery motherfucker!!!

JADE: hello dave

DAVE: god dammit

JADE: he was just here wasnt he

DAVE: no

JADE: how do you even know who im talking about??

DAVE: look all i know is egbert most definitely didnt just appear out of nowhere and catch me weeplaughing at my selfies

JADE: dave i know he was just here

JADE: i can smell him

DAVE: i keep my apparment misted with his odor at all times

DAVE: essence d'egbert

JADE: degbear?

JADE: what...

DAVE: no like the french pronunciation

JADE: ah

DAVE: anyway im just a lot more comfortable when my whole place reeks of nerd musk

DAVE: so that explains that

JADE: you cant fool me dave

JADE: i will track him down sooner or later

JADE: in any case it doesnt matter

JADE: i came here to see you, not him

DAVE: you did

JADE: come with me

DAVE: where

JADE: out here

JADE: we have some work to do

DAVE: what work

JADE: youre going to need to upgrade your weapon

DAVE: what

DAVE: you mean the deringer

JADE: yes

DAVE: i thought it was like the best possible sword

DAVE: or at least the best possible broken sword

JADE: that may very well be the case

JADE: but it will be useless against lord english

JADE: wouldnt you prefer a weapon that is capable of inflicting damage against him?

DAVE: uh

DAVE: not really?

JADE: of course you would

JADE: this isnt even up for discussion

JADE: now give me the deringer

JADE: we have all been traveling for three long years. what better way to celebrate our reunion than with a little alchemy? :)

DAVE: lots of ways

DAVE: we could have a jade goes back to normal party

DAVE: starring normal jade

JADE: HAR HAR

JADE: gimme the sword

DAVE: ok here

DAVE: how do we make it so it can damage him

JADE: it needs a special ingredient

JADE: something which represents his only known weakness, but hasnt been properly weaponized

DAVE: and you know what that is

JADE: i do

DAVE: how

JADE: i get all my intelligence on such matters from the old lady

JADE: shes had centuries to hatch a plan to settle her score

JADE: over time shes uncovered many secrets about him

DAVE: i dont understand how this is working

DAVE: is she piping all these secrets into your brain

DAVE: along with the evil

JADE: that is not relevant!

DAVE: fair enough

DAVE: i guess technically almost nothing is relevant to the dude youre barking orders to

DAVE: literal barking because of dogginess

JADE: bark bark bark!!!

DAVE: yes exactly like that

DAVE: thank you for participating in the joke

DAVE: now what is this special ingredient and where do we get it

JADE: i already have it right here

DAVE: oh yeah?

JADE: in fact ive had it for about as long as i can remember

JADE: it was right under my doggy snout all along

JADE: remember this?

DAVE: no

JADE: dave are you lying to me?

DAVE: no!

DAVE: ive never seen that thing before

JADE: but i found it on your planet

JADE: it must have gotten here somehow

DAVE: i didnt take your lousy egg

JADE: its not an egg!

DAVE: yeah well these planets are crawling with brainless lizards maybe one of them thought it was an egg

DAVE: and then brought it here cause its warm here and tried to hatch it

JADE: you really have a one track mind when it comes to certain things

DAVE: what things

DAVE: what are you talking about

JADE: davesprite was like that too... i just figured it was because he was part bird

JADE: but no, here you are going on about bird things too just like him :p

DAVE: come on dont compare me to him

DAVE: just cause i think its an eggy looking thing dont mean i think like a damn bird

JADE: mm hmm

JADE: and just because i have these pointy ears doesnt mean i wouldnt kill for some snausages right now!

DAVE: .....................

DAVE: do you actually want snausages

JADE: .....................

JADE: maybe ._.

DAVE: ok well snausages notwithstanding this is bullshit

DAVE: tell me how that thing doesnt look like an egg to you

DAVE: how is that not so obviously SUCH an egg???

JADE: its a cueball dave!

DAVE: i see

DAVE: so if im following

DAVE: then what youre trying to tell me is

DAVE: lord english has some sort of severe egg allergy that we are hoping to exploit

JADE: sigh

JADE: i see its still impossible to have a serious conversation with you, whether you are a sassy bird or not

JADE: i thought regular dave might have matured a little over three years but i guess i was wrong

DAVE: can we just make the eggsword already

DAVE: oh no

DAVE: not the legendary piece of shit again

JADE: pardon?

DAVE: its the fuckin welsh sword again!

JADE: are you telling me you have seen this sword before dave

JADE: how is that possible?

DAVE: i dont know!

DAVE: because i have a shitty quest is how

JADE: .....

DAVE: didnt davesprite tell you anything

DAVE: i found this sword in a gold cave and broke it

DAVE: then davesprite took it to hephaestus who fixed it and upgraded it to the deringer

DAVE: and sent that to me and i broke it again

JADE: you sure seem to break swords a lot

DAVE: i know!!!

DAVE: that has always been my thing for some reason

DAVE: now i guess it turns out my ultimate sword is really just a repaired downgrade of my previously ultimate sword mixed with a cueball?

DAVE: we just cycled right back to caledfwelsh like a bunch of tools

DAVE: that is the most stupid convoluted ass backward way to get a sword out of a stone i can even imagine

DAVE: i feel like somebody somewhere is having a good laugh over this i sure hope like the juggalo equivalent of fuckin loki or whoever the fuck is having a top notch riddlewank at my expense

JADE: :|

DAVE: you know what really gets me is

DAVE: this shitty welsh sword presumably consisted of those ingredients all along which just makes me want to travel back in time to perform a mutually assisted suicide with myself

DAVE: me and other dave can take turns suffocating each other with our own DUMBASS capes

JADE: dave i admit this is a peculiar turn of events, but i think you are overreacting

DAVE: jade this is STUPID

DAVE: my quest is a STUPID PIECE OF GARBAGE QUEST for LAME SHITTY LOSER FUCKHEADS WHO SUCK BALLS WHILE CRAPPING THEIR PANTS

JADE: omg

JADE: youve really spent way too much time alone with karkat havent you

DAVE: ...

DAVE: i need help :(

#homestuck #dave strider #john egbert #jade harley #homestuck act 6 #page 6302 #page 6303 #page 6304 #page 6305 #page 6306 #page 6307 #page 6308 #page 6309 #page 6310 #page 6311 #page 6312 #page 6313 #page 6314 #page 6315 #page 6316 #page 6317 #page 6318 #page 6319 #page 6320 #page 6321 #page 6322 #page 6323 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 1

[anosci]

(271-285 albums etc that I’ve listened to this year, copied from twitter) (now with art. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20])

names and thoughts below cut

271/ Autechre - AE_LIVE 2022- (2023) condensing thoughts, using fan titles: "corcine" one of my favs overall!!! london_b!!! the transition here is amazing "osin PM" im very happy to see the ceramic percussion return! s/o2 "T2" for turning a so-so intro into a fav track of mine. "Drane 3"!!!

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272/ VA - Bomb Rush Cyberfunk OST (2023) this truly catches the feel of JSR but with a fresh glisten. it keeps surprising me. some trax are perfect for the game but not smth id listen to later. some keepers: "Scraped On The Way Out", "JACK DA FUNK", "Spectres", "Precious Thing",,

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273/ Datsik - Sensei (2016) some nice wob sludge "Nasty" is the standout to me, with the title track being a close second. overall just ok tho imo

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274/ Alon Mor - Associative Delusions (2016) absolutely wild. what is going on here. "Low Sugar" did mazedude write this? wacky vibe mixing "Vacom" the snare + bass thing here is something ive long craved. its not super crazy but im super into it. fascinatingly cool

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275/ SDEM - ZNS (2020) a world tour of sound design ive only heard from autechre before. "Flargunnsto" hell yes!!!! the texture! the perc! fav? "skittern" holy shit what a texture "PSKWDIM" showing a hip hop skam styling "SwiriswiriswiriS" gets a mention too. vibes.

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276/ Machinedrum - Human Energy (2016) lush bangers assorted thoughts: "Spectrum Sequence" oh holy shit!!! man "Isometrix" hits me right "Dos Puertas" rly good example of what i love about machinedrum "Do It 4 U" chords as "perc" so many good vibes here

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277/ EPROM, ZEKE BEATS - Humanoid.rmx (2023) a few thoughts: "Chee.rmx" is nothing like i imagined. basically a new song??? good tho. "sumthin sumthin.rmx" banger. second fav? then the regular track: that C64 snare in the non-remix thing really feels good. fav i think.

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278/ Noxin - Dream Sequence (2022) it's "like ae" but entirely its own thing. rly good two specific favs: "All the Italics, in the Air" delicately handling intricate machinery. meditative in a way. "Expansively, Dreaming Big" god this vibe is impeccable. lush chords.

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279/ patten - Ψ (2016) kinda dives into some messy soundscapes im not a fan of but has some cool tracks, like "Used 2 b" and its spooky vibe and the stuttery textures in "Yyang". rly wishing there was more of "Pixação" as the ending of that track = the best bars here imo

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280/ Jameszoo - Fool (2016) this is… playful. that's the word to use here. but also. f.ex, "Lose" is very spaced out. specifically the "can't quite focus on a bright day" spaced out. the reverb & arrangement on "Soup" has that effect too. pretty wild to capture that feeling

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281/ Fearful & Mtwn - Exordium (2021) heavy and industrial. like uk…. grime? im not sure actually. it's got grit. just LISTEN to "Obliteration" massive.

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282/ VA - Genome (2021) way more of a mixed bag than i was anticipating, at least in the degrees which it vibes with me. i think it works best when its got That Beat with wild textures. so, "Lysine Acetylation", "Mitochondria"… "liminal flux" prolly my fav.

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283/ Fiesta Soundsystem - Sinking (2023) i believe they call this jungle ist massive? loving the lush soundscape in "residuae.ls" "diaphphanousdiaphophresis" reaches more into breakcore. ends way too soon :( "3rd aspect" dives into that slower tempo im wont to enjoy

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284/ VA - Genome 2 (2022) mixed bag etc etc a few thoughts / highlights: "Multidimensional Dot" i do like my chrome cylinders :) "Atom Smasher" bringing that late 00s beat 🥰 "Znr" i adore that gantzy texture! one of my favs i think

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285/ Henry Greenleaf - Dog Eared (2023) a sort of lush nightclub selection. "Bubble Trouble" god that's cool. tipper ass. "Calpohol" and title track are basically just techno slappers

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#media thread

[devondespresso]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

tagged by the lovely @blushweddinggowns

1. are you named after anyone? Yes! my legal name came from a nickname my mother used for her sister and Devon is actually the name of one of my cool older cousins. My sibling suggested it one day and we were like “yo thats like a cool older brother name” and it didn’t occur to us until later just how biased that opinion was

2.when was the last time you cried? uh good question. its not like it was super long ago i just have a terrible basic memory. i think it was reading a fic? pretty sure i shed a tear or two reading the epilogue for Smoke Oh The Water on ao3

3. do you have kids? no im 18. but also no if i was 40. im terrified of fucking up another human. maybe eventually ill foster older teens with my future wife. who knows

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? not intentionally, i have this habit of saying “oh joy” when someone tells me about something sucky that has or will happen because i dont really know what to do in that situation. so it feels like an “aw that sucks :(” but with the casual tone that lets them lead the conversation about it

5. what sports do you/have you played? i think i did cheer in like preschool, I did archery in middle school, and took weightlifting in high school. i’ve also done yoga on and off since summer of 2018 and i know its not a sport but no one talks about it outside of Instagram fitness girlies and im sick of this disrespect (/j)

6. whats the first thing you notice about people? first probably outfit/aesthetic, next is how they speak. tone and word choice and what they says about what they think about whatever they're saying. i have the irl subtext radar and all that does is make me cry easier rip

7. what’s your eye color? hazel?? brown? your guess is as good as mine bestie

8. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings. my imagination will convince me of the wildest shit if given the slightest bit of inspiration

9. any special talents? uhhhhhhh im pretty proud of my weird mobility skills? like ive got good balance and coordination (usually). i can put on pants one-handed? i can open doors and flick light switches with my feet? im good at climbing shit?

10. where were you born? what are you a cop /j (deep south, red state)

11. What are your hobbies? i like yoga and calisthenics and improvised dancing. i love screenwriting and film and im finally giving fanfic writing a shot! i also just like making shit like sewing and customizing figures and making little scenes out of displays

12. do you have any pets? yes my cat his name is mittens aka goose boy aka bagel boy aka wiggle man aka bogus aka bingus aka chicken aka little baby man aka loafus aka mr meow meow aka moafus aka doodle boy aka squirmy wormy aka- *gunshots*

13. how tall are you? 5′3? again your guess is as good as mine

14. favorite subject in school? theatre. i dont get to be normal. if were talking like. regular subjects then it depends on the teacher. i had an english teacher that let me do a book report on a manga. i owe her everything.

15. dream job? in an ideal world id be a screenwriter and director. but the world isnt ideal its actually sexist and homophobic and ableist and shit so i doubt id get there rn. its the gen z depression.

i sincerely dont know if i actually have 15 mutuals (statistics say yes, anxiety says no) and im nervous about tagging usually because i dont want to assume connections are closer than they actually are AND ive convinced myself i keep tagging the same mutuals too much lately AND its 2 am and i work in the morning so no tags tonight but mutuals if you want to then consider yourself tagged! and feel free to @ me in your list (tags or “tagged by“) if you want to!

[niennandil-me-writes]

Fragments of a Cybernetic Mind: Chapter 5 - ~Hassy~

Summary Half a year has passed since the events of Christmas of 2064. The world is slowly adjusting to sentient ROMs. But Turing is distracted from their task as ROM-kind’s leader and ambassador by another obligation they carry. They want to deliver Leon Dekker’s last words to his daughter. But first, they’ll have to find her, which doesn’t prove easy. They ask their journalist friend for help, who seems less than thrilled.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 (final) Epilogue

It’s a hot summer day, so the Hassy Bar is filled with customers seeking out the air conditioning. I can’t see Lexi anywhere when I enter, and seconds later my phone vibrates with a new message. 

“sorry i’ll be late. got held up at the job,” it says.

There’s no line at the counter at the moment, so I walk right up to order a hot cup from the weather ROM turned part-time Hassy ROM.

“Wow, you look like shit,” Ramona comments when she sees me.

“Thanks, Ramona, you’re kind as always,” I say as the ROM starts preparing my order with her newly installed stick-arms. “I feel like shit, too. Stress from the job, mostly.”

“Oh, I get that,” Ramona says. “By the by, you’ve got to get me a signed copy of your book once it comes out. It’s the least you can do after I gave up my Magical Commander Yukino poster for you.”

“If I give free copies to everyone I owe one, there will be no sales at all. Though right now, I’ll be glad if the book comes out at all.” I take out my ID to pay.

“Writer’s block?” she asks.

“Something like that.” In fact, I haven’t written at all the past few days. On the rare occasions I sat down in front of my laptop, I just stared at the blank pages with no result.

“Hey, maybe what you need is some relaxation. To take your mind off things,” Ramona suggests. “Do you have a VR set?”

The ROM passes me my order. “No, I never got into VR. And to be honest, the idea of getting a neural link installed in my brain doesn’t really sit right with me.” I’m glad Turing isn’t here to call me a Luddite or something like that.

“You don’t have to go all the way,” Ramona says. “Most mainstream VR dramas are available for the oldschool induction helmets also. I still have one lying around from when I was just getting started - and for experiencing some of the classics, of course. You could borrow it if you want.”

“I don’t know,” I say, stirring my hot cup. “I don’t really need any more excitement right now.”

“Don’t let the adverts deceive you: Not all VR dramas are action adventures, though they are the most popular genre,” Ramona explains. “There’s all kinds of genres, and even some I would call more therapeutic than narrative. Some haters may call them walking simulators, but I really enjoy them, now and then. I have some friends who swear they improved their mental health.”

I furrow my brow. “You mean something like a virtual fireplace?”

She nods. “Or like a walk through simulated nature. With cute little squirrels that actually let you pet them.”

I consider this. “That does sound nice.”

“My shift ends in two hours, so if you’re still around then, you can come to my place and I’ll let you look through what I have,” Ramona offers.

“That would be lovely.”

“No problem. Besides, I’m not just doing that out of the goodness of my own heart. I’m totally trying to get you hooked on Yukino as well.”

“You will never get me into that weeb shit,” I tease.

“Well, that’s what they all say at the beginning, but nobody can escape the pull of the Yukino,” Ramona says with confidence. “You are going to join me, Oli and Chad in weeb hell.”

“You already recruited Starfucker?” I say incredulously. “Oh damn.”

“What did I say? Nobody escapes the Yukino.”

I hear the chiming of the opening door, and, turning my head, see Lexi stride into the bar. She’s sweaty, hair clinging to her scalp, looking like she ran here. 

“Hey, sorry for being late,” she says, out of breath, as she walks next to me. “I hope you didn’t have to wait too long.”

“No worries. I was just talking to Ramona.”

Lexi orders a hot cup from the ROM.

“Did you get into a chase with a criminal?” I ask, half-joking. Lexi officially quit her job at the police a couple months ago and I regularly get to hear of her adventures as a private detective.

“Boy, I wish,” Lexi answers. “No, a client decided to waste my time by turning up late for a meeting, and though I tried to keep it short, I ended up missing a bus and had to run the last stretch.”

She gets her order and we search for a free table. We chat for a bit while drinking our hot cups. Lexi tells me about her last jobs and adventures, which includes uncovering a plot by a subdivision of the Human Revolution trying to frame minor thefts on newly awakened vacuum ROMs, and infiltrating illegal underground hybrid cage fights. It almost makes me miss the old days again, when we were working together. But if I’m being honest, I’ve gotten enough excitement last Christmas for a lifetime.

Eventually, Lexi brings up another topic. “So, how is Turing’s little project coming along?” She sounds almost hesitant.

“To be honest, I don’t know whether we’ll actually get any results.” I sigh. “But the little bot is enthusiastic about it, so I don’t really want to tell them to stop. Who knows, maybe we’ll even find out more about Fairlight. Or get me some more stuff to write in my exposé.”

Lexi takes a sip from her hot cup, looking out the window at the street. She’s quiet for a bit.

“You can join in, if you want. Sounds like a job for a detective, if you ask me,” I offer, though I already suspect the answer.

Lexi shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I want to. Was bad enough dealing with that monster once.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask...” I start. “Did you find out anything else about him? While we were in the server room, I mean?”

“God no,” Lexi says. “He pretty much instantly attacked me. Tried to distract me by telling me he heard a noise down the hallway where we’d come from. I pretended I fell for it and used the opportunity to activate my eye augments. I realized what he was the moment he jumped at me. Was able to hit him in the face once, but that was as much as I could do. I hid so I could contact you, but we all know how that played out. So no, we didn’t get to talk family issues while you and Turing were away.”

“Okay. Just wanted to make sure.”

“Hey, how are you feeling about this?” she asks.

I pause, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t give me that. You’re in therapy because of what happened back then.”

“I’m only looking through data. This is nothing compared to what we used to get up to.”

“You’re not sleeping well.” It’s an observation, not a question. Sometimes I forget what being a detective entails. “Are you having nightmares again?”

“Lexi, I’m fine,” I insist. “I’m an investigative journalist, researching uncomfortable subjects is literally my job. You just told me about 3 instances where you almost got killed during your job, and that was just this month.”

“I just worry about you,” Lexi says.

“Because of my sister?” It comes out harsher than I intended. I don’t apologize. “I’m not a little kid, you know. I don’t need you watching over me, telling me what I can and can’t do. I can handle myself.”

“Like you could handle yourself in the server room?”

My hands cramp around my cup. I want to throw its contents in her face. I’m vaguely aware that that reaction is partially due to my lack of sleep.

Lexi sees the anger in my face. She chews her lip. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

The buzzing of the Hassy machine at the bar. Static in the air. I force myself to relax, lower my shoulders, unclench my jaw.

“I think I need to do this for my own closure,” I say in a quiet voice.

“Do you?” Lexi asks. “Or does Turing?”

I don’t have an answer to that. I haven’t talked to Turing about the why and what since the day TOMCAT left the project. It’s always just the how.

Lexi takes a sip of her Hassy. “Just... promise me you won’t get in too deep. It’s not your sister I worry about, but you.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I mumble.

“I know,” she smiles. “Neither did I. And try to get some sleep. Get your hands off the caffeine. No matter how far behind you are on your deadlines.”

#my writing #fanfic #read only memories #2064 read only memories #2064rom #leon dekker #alys #ramona rogers #lexi rivers #fragments of a cybernetic mind #anyways the next chapter will be my favorite :)

[beaversatemygrandma]

WHERE THE FUCK DID FEBRUARY GO? WASN'T THERE SUPPOSED TO BE A WHOLE MONTH HERE? Shit's coming up fast, oh god.

So, i have an appointment for my driver's test in March, and essentially through this entire month i was like "finish the log. finish it. write things in. do it." I got to 37 hours of 60. Oi. And then the fact that i literally CANNOT drive at night in this area. Between the light pollution of the city, those HUGE LED billboards that light up half the highway, and those new cars with retina burning headlights, I've literally struggled to keep my eyes adjusted to the night and nearly missed a fucking stoplight. I need 10 night hours. I have done 1 and realized it was pointless. I think i can back home though. Smaller town. Less light pollution. I mean, i know I've actually driven the right amount by now, but i haven't been writing that shit down. Even my dad was like "you're ready, just fuck the log" and i was like "okay, cool" I need to grab another page (WHY DOES IT HAVE SO FEW SPACES FOR 60 HOURS???) and draw out the things and fill it in and then get my grandma and my dad's IDs and fill in ALL THE ID NUMBERS, get them to sign EVERY Single ONE. Hnngg. Then reminding my dad to take that day off to take me there. Like i've told him, but this is the man i definitely got my adhd from. Likely forgot by now. It's been like 3 months since i made the appointment (earliest one too. tf.)

And then the whole anxiety of all the plans I've made. Like, after getting my license i was going to prepare myself to move back to FL to be with my mom and around all my friends and such.

Like. I'm basically long distance dating this guy by now. We literally have plans set, just without date. Because I could either be there in April or i could be there mid summer or later, which is infuriating. Ntm the fact that my money is VERY Quickly dwindling. Like, it'll cost a couple hundred just in gas to get there. I'm already down to less than my car insurance payment that will go through in June. I was hoping I could get down there, get that job, etc etc, THEN pay it off. Because here, I'd be working in a place for like a month and then ditching. That's not ideal. So, I'm hoping my dad will help me pay for things in that aspect because holy fuck. I also really need to change my bank because after it got bought out, the new company was like "K. If you have less than $500 average in your checking you pay $8 a month for use." Like WHAT THE FUCK?? And THEN that fucking FYE VIP Charge that I DID NOT sign up for taking another $12 a month. I literally went through their customer service, they couldn't find my info, yet I'm Being Charged for something i DIDNT SIGN UP FOR. And well, a bank/card change would get rid of BOTH shitty little predatory charges here.

I've literally been going between those online banking services checking to see what's the best, because this bank charges me, cut my interest on my savings down like 95%, and is just inconvenient all together. Like, my dad has one, if i sign up with his code we both get $50, THEN the long distance guy has another where you get $100 if you get the banking thing AND a credit card with them for both parties. And I'm just here like "Oh god. Choices."

And then this guy. So, yeah, it has escalated a bit. He's the sweetest damn thing but every night it just somehow turns into, "I can't wait for us to finally be together" and me just thinking like "fuck if this doesn't work out right...." Like it has turned from me saying "why tf am i feeling things for that weird guy from high school? Bet I'm just lonely" to being like "Yep. I've definitely fallen for him." He's sweet, he's passionate, he's safe, and he's just great. He definitely cares a lot. There's something about the way he's outright trying to make sure I'm in a good place mentally and getting what i need to done and just being encouraging and a great company. Like yeah, half the motivation for getting things done lately is just making sure i can make it down there to stop this from being long distance. There's somebody down there who genuinely wants to be that person to just exist at home with and go on adventures about town with. Just somebody to have around for literally anything. Like. I CAME OUT TO HIM. He didn't even dodge the topic like my last ex did. It wasn't this awkward thing, it was just "as long as this makes you happy" and just jeez <3

then the worry about being with my mom again because FL rent is a waking nightmare. Like yeah, I'm going to get shit about my weight a lot and still have to pay HER rent, but i mean, it's better than being in this hellscape that is a metropolis and nearby people i like and trust. and not the constant hostility between people out here. I've come to the conclusion that people in cities are just awful and so stuck in their lives of nothing but work and the hell that is this place with no escape which has made them into what they are now. At no fault of their own, but they're all selfish assholes. Like everybody is struggling and packed in like sardines. Of course we're all on edge. But FUCK, be NICE to others for the love of god. We're all in the same cement hell.

I want peace, and peace is a place i know well. I want to be back home already and not panicking about all this shit and slowly going broke due to predatory capitalism. I want to be with that guy. I want to have my friends just ten minutes away. I want to be back in this familiar town i know like the back of my hand instead of this cement labyrinth of highways and skyscrapers. I'll settle for my old Panera job for a while. I just want something familiar that isn't this. I want peace again and a place that's loud and hostile isn't peace.

#taks speaks #screaming into the void

[khodorkovskaya]

21.02.23

im in a terrible mood today!!!!

first of all because i stink! i don't know why. maybe it's hormonal or i ate something or idk. but i smell so bad! not like sweat but like a general bad odor like what's going on????

secondly, the master's degree bullshit is pissing me off! i spent the whole day writing a cover letter for this shit and i hate it. thank god for chatgpt but it doesn't help as much as i hoped it could. i mean i still have to come up with dumb shit about myself and sound enthusiastic. and i hate it!!!

and then i have no idea how to even apply! everything is online, i don't understand shit. the only way to contact people is by email and i hate emails. why can't i just call or talk to someone in person so that they could explain things to me and show how it's done? apparently i need to reapply to my uni as if i were a new student. but when i enter my student number an error message pops up like "you're already enrolled". like yeah, but it said i had to do it again! then there's also a button that says "id like to reenroll" but it sends you to a fucking contact form that says "we will reply within 3 business days". so i left a message like "hello! id like to reenroll please!". what am i supposed to do???

and then, cherry on top, i was like okay i'll deal with this reenrollment shit later, let's try to apply for the specific master's program through their online application thing. and ive already talked to a couple of people about my case and asked what i should do about the english exam bc im fluent but i don't have any like technical proof of it. and everyone was like yeahh it's fineee, you don't need a certificate if you're fluent. so i go on their online application thing and i literally can't go to the next page if i don't upload the english certificate! it says "if english is your mother tongue this is not mandatory" and at the same time when i want to go to the next page it says "this field is mandatory". so what do i do? upload a blank page?? oh and wait for it! i need another certificate no one fucking told me about! guess what it is!!! a fucking iq test!!! okay not like THE iq test but a thing called gre. and i googled what it is and it's this like fucking analytical reasoning test or whatever. and it's also racist.

and im sorry, not to be all like "i have 999 iq" but i do maths okay..?? what more proof do you need that im not stupid? qUanTiTaTiVe rEaSoNiNg how about you quantishut the fuck up!?!!!? like im smart enough to do maths but not smart enough to do a fucking economics degree when economics is basically astrology for straight people.??? like give me a break. i already declined taking an actual iq test because iq is racist and i don't want to partake in racist things. and now there's this fucking gdr bullshit. and it costs 200 bucks to take!!!! for what????

anyway i sent an email like "umm i am not taking any expensive ass exams um no thanks". like dude why can't i just go to the fucking manager of the faculty or whoever the fuck and give them my cover letter and ask my questions? noooo i have to write fucking emails and fill in their fucking contact forms. like all of this could be solved in a 5 minute conversation.

also, third thing, i went to see the students union today because i have a bone to pick with my functional analysis professor. that's a whole different story. but anyway, i wanted to know if anything could be done about that. like can i possibly refuse the grade i got bc it was unfair? huge respect to the union btw, i love them, they occupied the cafeteria last year and now we have cheap lunches, it's great. and so yeah i went to see them to ask for advice and they guided me quite well but they also asked how everyone else felt about the exam in question. and i would love to know but no one in my class wanted to talk to me about it! i sent a message today, no one replied. and then this evening i insisted and guess what! one guy replied to my message like "not to be mean, but the exam was easy".

like broooo if you're a fucking functional analysis genius good for you!!! do you want a medal or what?? the guy is a child prodigy and with all due respect, i didn't ask his opinion! like good for you if you found it easy but when you're the exception to the rule maybe you should just like not ruin it for everyone! and what's with the "not to be mean"??? why did he have to phrase it like that? like he could've just said that he found it easy and that's it. now it sounds mean when you say it like that!

anyway, im stinky and angry and all i want to do is first of all take a shower but also cuddle with my ex and not think about anything and be in love and not have to worry about uni and degrees and functional analysis and all this crap. </3

#february

[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

Y'all... there is more evidence that L is indeed my soul mate, my person, the only one who truly gets me. Let's see what has transpired.

Piece of Evidence #1: I was complaining about my hip messing up & making me 'useless'. He responded with, "Baby you are so efficient & so good at so many things, the gods had to nerf you for being OP somehow." in the most sincere tone.

Piece of Evidence #2: We were hanging out on the deck & I got up, saying I was off to do dishes (while limping because I tore something picking up Zel when she was hurt). He said, "Ok... WAIT! NO! I'll do them! Sit!" I reminded him that he'd said he'd do them for the past 3 days & hadn't. He said, "[Dr M] I command you to not do dishes!" I laughed & told him he was under leveled for the "Command [Dr M] spell" outside of specific circumstances in which my constitution is considerably lower. He got mildly offended & began going off about how his current Skyrim character can summon a ghost that's way above her level and that a 'debuff character build is valid'. I reminded him that this isn't Skyrim & he isn't a wood elf. A bit later I told him that if he ate in the next 15 mins, I'd relent (because he forgets to eat). Within 2 minutes he was in the kitchen making food while glaring at me & mumbling about blackmail.

Piece of Evidence #3: he knows I like to watch old episodes of Big Fat Quiz when I don't feel well & actually suggested we turn it on one night when I was clearly struggling but was doing an alright job faking it. For the last 4 nights in a row, that's all we've watched because he loves it... especially if Richard & Noel or Noel & Russell are a team.

Piece of Evidence #4: he walked in to me playing bass on my leg while painting cabinets & immediately asked if I was listening to Primus on loop again. He's also figured out how to gauge my pain/mood based on what I'm listening to (because some days I have to get real angry to make my body function, so I listen to shit like Slipknot/Tool/Nine Inch Nails/Manson/Kidney Theives).

Piece of Evidence #5: yesterday i went outside to talk to him & paused the music on my headphones as I sat down. He said, "Aw no more MSI? They do go hard." Apparently he could tell it was them just based on what he heard at a distance through my headphones. Genuinely never been with anyone who knows of them, much less likes or can ID them like that. (Before you come for me, yes I know Jimmy is a POS [anyone with half a brain could easily draw that conclusion] . I like the sound of their stuff and have never paid for any of it. It is called separating the art from the artist. You'd be horrified by my back tattoo. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Grow up.)

So yeah... dude is absolutely the one for me. (This is all on top of how extremely understanding he is when my bod/hormones malfunction & all the things I've always adored about him throughout our friendship.)

He actually asked me the other day when I developed feels for him. I told him that I'd always really liked him but like... he had some deal breaker stuff & was with my (then) friend. But that in early August (before I moved in but was staying over to hang out for a couple days), there was a massive storm that broke a massive part of a tree off in the yard of the house across the creek out back. It was hanging on the electrical wires & without hesitation he ran over to help the homeowners. I sat and watched from the driveway as he helped them cut it down. (Note: til then he hadn't ever interacted with them.) Then as he was walking back across the creek afterwards, the elderly woman who lived there with her husband called across to me "You've got a good man!" & L turned and said "Aw she's my best friend, it's not like that." I found myself feeling really... sad? Then internally I went "Oh fuckstockings. I'm in love with him. Goddamn it. This... might be a fucking problem." Then a couple weeks later it wasn't a problem because I basically lived here. And nearly 5 months later we are still great. No fights because we both speak very frankly and clearly when stuff is going on. There's some communication stuff because he's been programmed to read into things, but we talk about it.

Shit is dope.

#life with l

[fictionfixations]

Genshin Impact fic thoughts? idk man

okay so

im kinda tempted to write genshin fanfiction

i mean i probably wont because theres a whole lot of terms and locations i just dont remember off the top of my head- i mean we know the basics, archons and visions ofc, etc etc

but like.. aaAAAaa

ive also gotten more into it since the 3.1 update, and i recently got cyno and ive been building him--

uhm.

so basically i got a fixation on cyno and dottore (on an unrelated note, fuckin love cyno and alhathiams [i probably misspelled his name] dynamic)

i also recently read the genshin manga (including the i think last 3 chapters, which still havent been officially translated into english so fan translators, youre the best)

ackk

i really like collei too (apparently you got her for free last update!?? NOOOO- i didnt play then SOBS.)

no but anyways

LORE SPOILERS IG? idk man i dont know a lot but its still spoilers

i dont think cyno and dottore ever actually truly met and stuff blah blah blah i mean like- maybe they did? i dont know. I mean I know Cyno and Lisa were in the Akademiya together but idk if Dottore was there or not D:

I mean.

so

Cyno's like.. possessed by some godly ancient being that i dont know who- i mean hes possessed by something when he does his burst

what if Dottore's being all evil and shit

and Cyno notices that of course, because hes the general mahamatra thing and knows kinda a lot -? He's smart basically and notices when something is off

uh.. he registers Dottore as a threat to the people of Sumeru and attacks him- or well tries to take him down (id like to think hes a little impulsive. [id imagine Alhaitham would know him enough though to know that too and would hold him back sometimes. They have a hate-love friendship lmao] when maybe like someone he cares about is threatened-- well like he cares about everyone in Sumeru, and if everyones all scare-- OH IDEA IDEA)

okay so like

he just has a feeling that somethings not right, so he returns to Sumeru City (Thats what its called right?? i mean I know Port Ormos but theres the other one where we get our Akasha when we first enter, and has the Akademiya and I think the stage that Nilou was at)

The people don't seem like they're acting right but he brushes it off as possibly being paranoid, though notes it for later if something happens

He hears a cry. (I'd imagine he has better hearing? I don't know if I wanna count the ears on his helmet thing actual ears or just that, decorative things on the helmet thing)

Immediately, he pinpoints the location of where the cry is coming from and heads there. He's quiet though. As much as he'd like to rush there, it would be better to see the situation for himself and calculate a plan then.

He sees Dottore (wait would he know about the Fatui? I mean like everyone probably does- WAIT. okay so he helped Collei back in the manga and brought him to Sumeru. I'd imagine they'd get some understanding, and while he wouldn't push for her to tell him, I'd think one day she would. Well like he knows Dottore, but I think Collei only saw his old mask- she'd recognize the hair but it's not one of the things that would stand out the most, and she would probably point out the creepy mask- so cyno would not recognize Dottore.)

Dottore is saying something undiscernible but absolutely negatively to the crying child.

Cyno gets mad. His breath hitches at the sight and immediately gets into action, but Dottore expects this. It turns out to be like a fuckin plot and the child stops crying, because Dottore was doing the hallucination thought control thingy with the Akasha terminal

I'd imagine Dottore is powerful, not just in his brain, but he can fight well considering his status.

Cyno is still standing, yet he won't get anywhere, and the longer he takes, who knows what's happening to the kid- and he realizes that it's also happening to everyone else (I'd imagine not Cyno though- he isn't wearing the Akasha I think in Aaru village and I'd imagine this takes place somewhere during his self-imposed exile)

He uses his burst, and Dottore grins. "There it is."

In the end Cyno loses, mainly because Dottore uses a cheap trick, threatening the child. Death? No, that would be too merciful. He threatens to break the poor kids mind, never to be able to have a sane thought again, forced to go insane and lose his mind. It would be an interesting experimentation regardless.

actually whats dottores vision? I'm pretty sure he has one but idk if he uses it- probably not but still ;w;;; (theres just some cruelty with defeating vision wielders without one)

Dottore commends him on his fighting, but says that his technique is lacking a little

and then

uhhhh

i mean id imagine hed want to experiment or something on cyno because he is strong n stuff but like. how would he word it?

mans has only appeared in the actual game for like ONE cutscene and then oofed to nowhere land (i mean he'll probably appear in like the next update but still LMAO-)

#thoughts #writing ideas #genshin thoughts #genshin writing ideas