#And I know myself well enough to know I'd want to make a linked universe sequel

[phoenixcatch7]

Biting biting biting I've got the BEST totk fic idea EVER and I'm NOT going to share it because I can't put it into WORDS.

But it's a totk au and kass and wolfie are there (naturally). If you think this is going to be self indulgent you're right. But I think I want it to be like, expanding on the nature of the zonai and their sky islands vs the hylians and sky loft and the cloud barrier. I want to incorporate all the theories I have about totk I've gathered over the past half year or so. I want to see the crimson loftwing again.

And I also want link to be a sage using ganons stone but I want him to get it before defeating him but that means even more finicky time travel and its already complicated enough ToT.

And I want link to resurrect the great skeletons. And get trapped in koholint. And befriend the baby wind fish.

And iI have this overarching theme so clear in my head but I can't describe it :(. It's like.... Free will and prophecy being the same thing? Schrodingers narrative. Cycles of hatred but you never perpetuated the hatred and you're dubious of the other guys free will but you're kind of sick of him anyway because he got a clean slate and started right back on his old bs and you're pretty sure he saw a lack of you in the past and started causing trouble unaware that fate herself was deeply unimpressed and about to read him for filth.

And there's a third party who gave herself to basically death and didn't expect you to save her over a sword you've never actually needed in either game and she's technically a newcomer to the cycle but she's always the newcomer and aren't you in the same boat anyway? It all comes back to the cycle and you're precisely as young as you are old and there's always a library of Alexandria that gets destroyed and it could all be so easily stopped if evil just knocked it off but free will means it won't and so you'll always respond because honestly screw that and thus free will becomes fate. Because even if he stops someone else will take the mantle and it's always you who responds because you promised. But you never had to agree in the first place because you'd do it anyway and so fate becomes free will.

And it's all a freaking CYCLE and the ground is in the clouds because you were here once ages ago and now you're here all alone because people used to be unable to reach the surface and now they can't reach the sky.

Like how am I supposed to put that in a fic where wolf link tries to eat a stam bulb and makes himself sick like an idiot because dogs can't eat garlic.

#Unrelated but we need a canon design for dragon link because I just know the design would slap incredibly #It'd have to be like 800k I don't have that much in me lmao #And I know myself well enough to know I'd want to make a linked universe sequel #I don't need this rn bruh the job I've spent years training for is getting taken over by ai and is sunk cost fallacy going to come in play? #Idk!! I want to make a stupid fic unveiling every facet of myself using the 120yo low wis twink and bones of the father willingly given #I also want to go to sleep it's late. #I'd say I'll feel better in the morning but I have to get up real early so probably not ToT #Zelda is in such a weird place in the cycle #And the whole plotline in totk is about getting the master sword back to link when it's not even necessary like bruh #In botw it's narratively optional you know lol? You can reclaim it if you want #Or you can beat ganon with a soup ladle you know up to you

[kurtie4life96]

Your writing makes me feel things oh my

Could you do a Robin smut with promts 1, 2, 28, and 30? Ik it probably sounds like a lot so I'd get it if u don't want to. But I thought it'd all fit together like Robin's jealous reader's flirting with someone else and reader's excuse is that she and Robin are "just friends" so Robin has to set her straight

Anyways I also wanted to say that I am so jealous of your writing skills and I (embarrassingly) look up to you(r writing?)

Baby I love you for this and your compliments mean the absolute world to me. Like I love you so much let's get married immediately.

No Robin smut for me is too much.

No Sharing // R.B. x Reader

Summary: Robin has to set the record straight with her "best friend".

CW: MDNI 18+, delicious beautiful smut, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, dom!robin, sub!reader

Another hot, dusky summer night, another house party at Steve Harrington's house.

Everyone was there, of course, including Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve himself, just about everyone that went to Hawkins High School. Including your most cherished best friend, Robin Buckley.

The two of you stood in the kitchen, people watching, laughing at everyone's antics, like Tammy Thompson being too drunk to even stand, and Steve slipping on some spilled liquor, falling straight on his ass.

It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to be alone in the corner, giggling and gossiping with each other, huddled close together as the two of you normally would, being the introverts you are.

Robin had been your best friend since 6th grade, when your mom forced you to go to her birthday party, March 10th, despite your attempts at begging not to go. You didn't get along well with other kids, as some weren't fond of your "awkward" personality, so you always opted to stay home.

Your mom forcing you to go to her birthday sleepover was the best thing that could've happened to you. You'd gotten along with her so quickly, having so much in common, like being labeled "weird" or "different". You had the same music taste, the same sense of humor, and hated the same people.

Over the years, the friendship blossomed, hanging out after school, passing notes to each other in class, sharing clothes, having sleepovers, Robin always falling asleep during the middle of movie night, and snuggling together in bed. You'd even practiced kissing each other, for when the two of you would eventually get a boyfriend.

But as time passed, neither of you had ever gotten interested in boys, because they were "boring", and spent most of your time with each other instead, which the two of you were happy to do. It was a beautiful friendship, sent from the universe itself, and you were absolutely inseparable.

As you and Robin were continuing to laugh and goof around, she spilled her drink from her red solo cup onto the front of her shirt, drenching her.

"Oh shit, Robin, let me find a towel-"

"Nah, it's cool. I'll go find one myself." She insisted.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, definitely. I'm gonna go find one, be right back." She saluted you.

"Okay." You giggled as she began to navigate through the sea of intoxicated young adults.

"Hey there." A familiar voice greeted you.

You looked over to see Eddie Munson himself, drunk, hovering above you.

"Hey Eddie! What's up?"

"Not much," he gestured towards Robin, "where's she going?"

"Oh, she spilled her drink on her shirt, went to clean herself up is all."

"Ah, okay, gotcha. So, how you been doin' lately?"

Eddie and yourself chatted amongst yourselves in the kitchen for a few minutes. You couldn't help but find his drunken, goofy self charming.

And Robin couldn't help but notice.

She came back to see you talking with him. You were laughing too much, shoving him playfully too much, twirling your hair with your fingers too much for her liking.

And she couldn't help but overhear you say:

"Robin? Yeah, I know we're really close, just best friends, ya know?"

She'd heard enough.

She put on a smile and strutted over, linking her elbow with yours.

"Oh, hey Robin!" You exclaimed, smiling at her, "did you find a towel?"

"Yeah, I did," she nodded, her eyes fixated on Eddie, "so, what're you guys doing?"

"Oh, we were just talking, catching up, ya know-"

She cut Eddie off, "Yeah, that's cool. Hey, can we have our own talk over there?" She glanced at you, pointing to the stairs.

"Oh, um, yeah..." you said, confusion on your face. "Sorry Eddie, I'll see you later-"

"Yeah, she'll see you later." She interrupted you, a condescending tone to her voice as she grabbed your arm, walking you towards the staircase.

"Robin, what the hell was that? That was so fucking rude-"

"Shut up and keep walking."

You hesitantly followed her up the stairs to an empty room, the only furniture in it a dresser and a freshly made bed, feeling annoyed as she shut the door behind you, locking it.

"What's gotten into you?" You questioned her, frustrated, "You been drinking or something?"

"Oh, stop it, you know that neither of us actually drink at these things." She took a few steps forward to you, her hands behind her back.

"Well," you stammered, "what the fuck is your problem? You were mean to him for no reason-"

"You wanna know what the fuck my problem is?" She raised her voice, "My problem is you going around telling people that we're 'just friends', flirting around with people I know you don't care about."

You shot her a confused look.

"Okay... well, what's wrong with that?"

"Oh my god," Robin threw her arms up in the air in frustration, slapping them on her sides, "Cut the shit, babe. You know what's wrong with that.

"Robin, I really don't understand-"

She stepped closer to you, very much so irritated with you.

"Come on, now. Don't act so ignorant," she began one of her infamous rants, "we've never had boyfriends, never even kissed one, for fucks sake, we've only kissed each other. We have sleepovers where we cuddle, sometimes even half naked, we wear each other's clothes, we only spend time with each other, no one else! Don't act so fucking stupid, because I know you're not blind to this, to this situation, to us!"

There was a moment of silence, a moment where the air, the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Your face went hot, as you just stared at her with glossy eyes, feeling timid.

She took note of your body language, and took another step forward, until her face was only inches from yours.

"We're not just friends, and you fucking know it." Her voice dropped an octave, lustful eyes glancing to yours, and to your lips.

"Robin," you breathed, "I'm sorry-"

She grabbed your face with her hands, crashing her lips onto yours, pulling you in for a hard, passionate kiss.

When you didn't reciprocate, she pulled back.

"I'm sorry," she started, "I shouldn't have-"

You grabbed her head, yanking her forward and smashed your lips onto hers, giving her the same hard, passionate kiss she'd given you moments before, not wanting to let go, wanting to draw it out as long as possible.

You broke the kiss, looking at her through half lidded eyes, relishing in her presence.

"Robin," you whined, fisting the fabric of her shirt desperately, "Robin, please."

She gazed at you for a moment, savouring your touch, your presence, and crashed her lips against yours again, snaking her hand down your back as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

Her lips were so soft, tasting of vanilla chapstick, as she kissed you over and over again, only breaking them to take a shallow breath in between.

The both of you panted as you continued to embrace each other fiercely, feeling fire spread across your skin as she suddenly gripped your hips tightly, thrusting them against yours.

You lightly gasped, Robin taking the opportunity to skim her tongue along your bottom lip, beginning to pull you in for a deeper kiss, your tongues gliding against each others feverishly. You raked your fingers through her hair hastily as she she kept a hold on your hips.

She pushed a leg in between yours, biting your bottom lip softly, then taking it into her mouth, sucking on it, and letting it go with a pop.

You softly moaned, begging for more as you held her close to you. She smiled.

"You say we're just friends, but you can't keep your hands off me."

You bit your lip, looking down at her chest and looking even lower, rubbing your thighs against hers for some kind of friction.

She smirked and frantically grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your head, then began unbuttoning your pants, you eagerly slipping out of them. She gazed at your body in adoration, before quickly taking off her own clothes, the both of you standing before each other in your bra and panties.

She leaned forward, bringing her lips to your ear, sliding a finger down the side of your underwear, and snapping it against your skin.

"I always liked these," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

She kissed you harshly again as she slipped her hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and sliding it off your body.

Robin made her way down from your lips to your neck and chest, gently biting and sucking, leaving light bruises scattered across your exposed skin.

"Robin," you softly moaned.

"Sh," she hushed you, "You're mine, and I don't share."

She continued her assault on your chest, cupping your breasts as she swirled her tongue around your nipples, sucking and kissing them, before grabbing the soft flesh of your ass and lifting you up, tossing you onto the bed.

She unhooked her own bra as she sat before you, throwing it somewhere in the room. You reached for her, wanting to touch her soft skin, but she pushed you back down, grabbing the waistline of your panties and pulling them down your legs.

You squished your thighs together in embarassment, but she grabbed your knees, spreading your legs apart to get a good look.

"You're beautiful, babe. I'll show you."

You huffed, quivering under Robin's touch as she teasingly brushed her fingers along the skin of your inner thighs, lightly scratching you with her nails as she descended her hands down towards your heat.

She lightly stroked your folds, collecting your slick on her fingers, making you whimper.

"Fuck," she groaned, "you're so fucking wet."

She brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly licked them, keeping eye contact with you as she relished in your taste, you gazing at her with half lidded eyes and inhaling a sharp breath.

She bit at the side of your knee, mumbling expletives as she tried to compose herself, prevent herself from completely devouring you.

"Robin," you panted, "please... I need you."

She gave a teasing smirk at your words, breathing heavily, and placed a finger on your dripping entrance, gently sliding it into you.

You gasped, arching into her touch as she began pushing it in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, then without warning, inserted a second digit, curling them into your sweet spot, making you bite back a moan as your walls clenched around her.

She paused, smiling at at your reaction.

"Right there, huh? That was easy." She said in a low voice.

She continued pumping her fingers in and out of you at a faster, steady rhythm, making sure to hit your spongy spot everytime. You began feeling fire in your abdomen, goosebumps spreading across your skin, panting, moaning her name shamelessly.

She crawled over you, her other arm holding herself up on the pillow next to you, continuing to fuck into you, and began circling your clit with her thumb.

"Oh fuck, Robin," you mumbled, her catching your mouth quickly, your kisses sloppy and deep between heavy pants. She nipped at your bottom lip and sucked on it, your lips surely swollen and bruised now as you felt the coiling tension in your stomach get tighter.

"Could he make you feel as good as I do?" She asked between pants.

You shook your head, shivering under her.

"Answer me." She demanded, squeezing your cheeks together.

"No, never, fuck Robin, I'm gonna-"

She quickly removed her fingers from you before your orgasm could peak, sitting up.

You groaned at the loss, rubbing your thighs together for some friction.

"Why did you-"

"As much as I wanna watch you fall apart underneath me right now," she teased in her raspy voice, "this isn't how I want you to cum."

She leaned over, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and grasped your hips tightly, making you yelp, as she yanked the apex of your thighs towards her face.

She licked a thick stripe up your dripping heat, making you push your hips to her face even further.

She began to lap you up rapidly, swirling her tongue along your folds as the coil in your stomach quickly returned. You moaned a mixture of her name and expletives, watching your best friend devour you senseless.

She inserted her tongue into your entrance, making you roll your hips and cry out in pleasure, reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair as she licked inside of you.

Robin then skimmed up your heat, licking a flat tongue over your clit, swirling around it with a fast and hard pace, then taking your swollen bud into her mouth, sucking and smacking her mouth on it ruthlessly, drowning you in absolute ecstacy. You gasped and gripped her hair tighter, making her moan against your heat. The vibration alone sent you over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Robin, I'm gonna cum-"

Your back arched as shockwaves gripped your body, pulsing against her mouth as you fell apart, her continuing to lap up your mess through your high until it came to a halt.

She let go of your hips, panting, her mouth wet with your slick as she dropped your lower half back onto the bed.

Robin leaned over you and kissed you feverishly, her face flushed, and you pulled her in deeper, tasting yourself on her tongue.

She plopped her back onto the bed, laying beside you, catching her breath as you both stared at the ceiling, your fingers interwining with hers as you held hands until both of you could steady yourselves.

"Robin," you started, "that was amazing-"

"I know," she smiled, "I know it was."

You looked over to her, chuckling a bit.

"You're feeling pretty proud of yourself right now, aren't you?"

She nodded excitedly, "Yep. I am."

She turned over to you and gazed at your fucked out face, smoothing your hair.

"Now everyone will know, I'm not your best friend."

You grinned. "Yeah, you're right," you gently kissed her swollen lips, "but everyone will know I'm not your best friend, either."

Robin looked at you questioningly.

A devilish smile came across your face.

"It's your turn."

#smutty smut smut #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley x you #robin buckley angst #robin buckley x best friend!reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x f!reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic

[sanctaignorantia]

From time to time, ever since my sister and I finished Death Stranding for the first time, I've sat down to research things about the game, things "out of the box" because I've always found it strange that there isn't much reflective content about the various themes that the game addresses, because we can analyze the game from many different perspectives. But there was this time when I was researching the game's queer vision and I ended up on a reddit link where someone said something about Kojima offending queer people. I was confused because the first thing I thought was "I didn't feel offended" - which was strange, since I'm not queer, so I stopped and took a breath thinking "why did these negative comments affect me so much?".

Each person is a universe and each person will interpret the game based on their life experiences, based on who they are. I kept searching because I didn't want to believe what I'd read on reddit... And then I found this text that made me smile and breathe a sigh of relief, so I think everyone should discover it too.

So I think I don't know Kojima well enough and maybe I don't know myself well enough to grasp all the details that exist in such a complex narrative. I laugh when people say that DS is just a walking simulator, because if it was my life would be so much simpler... But sitting down to play it for the first time and realizing that the game goes beyond that, beyond walking, beyond the rope and the stick, it's crazy.

Maybe I'll never know if all the things Kojima gives us are intentional, or if it's just us, universe by universe that makes it all keep expanding infinitely.

👍🩵🤝🫂👣🐳🐬🐟🐙🪸🗺️⏳🌈🌧️☔⛱️

#thanks hideo kojima #hideo kojima #about-ds #death stranding #A queer reading of death stranding

[clumsiestgiantess]

Chapter nine of the Other-world Universe; drunken shenanigans! Amongst other things. (This chapter’s one of my favorites)

all chapters linked here

[Hangover? I hardly know her]

On one boring Saturday, several weeks from my first attempt at redemption, I left for the other-world after dinner.  It seemed so much more inviting now that Erica had forgiven me.  Well, not forgiven me, actually.  It was more along the lines of facing the reality that I occasionally wandered through her world whether she wanted me there or not.  I had a better feeling about things, regardless.  I still wanted to make a better impression than I had when we first officially met.  Erica had willingly spent time with me, and she'd actually enjoyed it.  She said so herself.  The thought of that rainy day made my heart skip a beat.  Befriending the people of the other-world was a lot more gratifying than sitting around invisibly controlling them.  Albeit, it was a lot harder.

It wasn't raining that evening, but large clouds hung heavily in the air.  Erica's house was empty when I meandered past the cliffside, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow at the sight.  What was I going to tell her, anyways? I asked myself internally.  'I came back because my world's boring and you aren't?'  No, it was for the best that she wasn't home.  I could wait for tomorrow — maybe get there a bit earlier.  I’d come later into the night, but then again, I always come around dark.  It stresses me out less and makes me feel a bit more hidden.

Wandering further through the outskirts of the city, I debated controlling someone to get closer to its center.  However, since everything that happened, I was really trying to be less lenient with my own rules.  'Absolutely necessary' was already vague enough.  Deep in thought, I stumbled over a car in the street, not even realizing it had turned down the road I was walking on.  I glanced backwards to find the vehicle flipped upside down in the road behind me.  Too many bystanders had seen it happen, though.  This was a residential area, and people were already flocking out of their homes to witness the damage.  Like so many other accidents I'd caused, I could do nothing to help without making a scene.

I guiltily slunk off to a different, less inhabited place.  The streets were filled with pawn shops and sketchy offices that were most likely fronts for a plethora of illegal things.  I quickly moved on from that section and continued around the outside of the city.  After finding nothing of particular interest, I was ready to call it a night and head back to my own world.  A split second from vanishing away, I felt a magnetic-esque tug.  Erica.  Should I look for her?  Will she think I’m stalking her if I do?  In the end, I decided to just check in on her, then head back home.  Strange streets slowly became more recognizable as I traversed the roadways trying to follow my and Erica's sixth sense.

Once the old club came into view, I picked up the pace, suddenly realizing where she must be.  Erica was nowhere in sight when I arrived, and I had to wait later into the dark morning for her to emerge from the building.  This time, she actually recognized her car, so I assumed she wasn't too buzzed.  However, the second her car was running, she proceeded to put it into drive rather than reverse.  She came horribly close to smashing directly into the car parked in front of her.  Thankfully, my reflexes reacted before my brain did.  I quickly stopped the vehicle in its tracks with a free hand.  Eyeing the empty streets for any passerby, I brought her car to the empty lot I'd sat in to watch the city over a year ago — only a block or two down the street.  It took a few moments after I'd placed it down, but Erica eventually stepped out of her car and looked around the lot, confused.  "This isn't my house," she stated confusedly after examining the darkening streets.

Oh boy.  "Erica, what are you doing trying to drive this drunk?" I asked quietly, slightly exasperated, "Weren't you already arrested for doing this?"   She whirled around towards the sound of my voice, glancing around the dark with a bewildered expression.  "H- hello?  God, is that you?"  Shortly afterwards, she dissolved into a mess of giggles and slumped back down into the driver's seat.  "Don't take me yet!" Erica exclaimed drunkenly, "Wait until the hangover starts, then I'll want to leave."  Sighing, I kneeled on the concrete and considered my options.  I couldn’t leave Erica in the lot; she was far too drunk to stay by herself in the city, especially at night.  My first thought was to take her home myself, but that meant I’d have to pick her up either in her car or just in my hand.  I knew for a fact that sober Erica would passionately refuse both options.

Taking her car was basically out of the question, though.  It would be way too risky trying to hide it from the view of all the people in the other-world who might look up and spot it, even if it was the dead of night.  The only way to get Erica home is to carry her there.  I debated my decision for a moment.  “Erica, can you come out of the car for a second?  I- I need to take you home, but I’m honestly not sure how.”  Erica shrugged and stepped off her seat, stumbling on the cracked cement.  Hesitating a few times, I reached for her.  Unfortunately, I had to keep myself invisible in the outskirts of the city.  Erica would have a fit if I were to try this while she was sober, but I had no other choice.  

My fingers slowly curled around Erica’s torso, lifting her a few inches into the air.  The second her feet left the ground, she shrieked like she was being murdered.  I quickly set her back down, regretfully watching as she scrambled behind her car for safety.  Her bubbly mood was replaced with a newly terrified one.  It was heartbreaking; all her newfound trust in me was instantly revoked.

Erica’s frightened voice echoed from her hiding spot.  “I can’t be controlled again.  Please, it has to stop.  I don’t want to be a puppet.”  She sounded like she was on the verge of tears.  Was she really this scared of me, or is that the alcohol talking?  Sitting up as much as I could without fully standing, I surveyed the area for people.  Streetlights and neon signs hummed with life, but otherwise the surrounding streets were completely dead.  Tentatively, I came out of invisibility.  “Erica,” I called softly, “It’s just me.  I won’t control you, I promise.”  Her head popped up from her hiding place behind her car.  “You’re not?” she asked, looking me over warily.  I shook my head and she slid out of hiding.

Erica meandered around the lot for about 20 minutes afterwards, blabbering drunken nonsense and pacing around aimlessly.  She tried twice to drive home, but I refused to let her get in her car.  I’d quickly slide my hand over the door every time I saw Erica make a move towards it.  The second time I blocked her, she pressed herself into my fingers, trying to force them apart so she could get past them.  It was strangely adorable, but I still refused to let her in.  Driving in her disoriented state was basically a death sentence.  

“Come on,” she whined, “I wanna go home already!”  “I can’t let you drive this drunk,” I replied.  She sighed, giving one last attempt to pry my fingers free.  Finally, she sat down tiredly on the back of her car.  A few minutes later, Erica nearly slid off her seat in drowsiness.  I quickly reached over and caught her before she got a face full of cement.

Immediately, Erica slid out of my grip and hurried to the newly opened doorway.  At that point, I was worried I might have to hold her car aloft to stop her from using it.  However, Erica paused at the door, hand hovering over its handle.  Slowly, she turned to look up at my exhausted expression.  "You're..." she paused, considering my large form sitting cross-legged in the lot, taking up more than half the empty space.  "You're my friend, right?  I can trust you?"  

I was baffled by her questions, but immediately had the answer.  "Of course you can trust me."  Erica gave me an oblivious, innocent smile, "That's good.  I like you.  I'd invite you over to my house, but you won't let me go."  She wandered over to my hand, laying back on it like a bed.  "Guess I'll just sleep here tonight.  But I’m going to make it your problem."  I sat stunned while Erica rambled on in a half asleep voice.  In her slightly delirious state, she'd asked me where my house was and questioned whether I even had one or just slept in the mountains somewhere.  Before I could try to explain my situation to her, she'd fallen asleep.

After a few minutes, I bent over to see her closer, fingers cupping around her ever so slightly.  I didn't dare get too close though, just in case she woke up and my closeness scared her.  Butterflies flitted around my chest as I gazed down at Erica tucked sleepily in my palm.  I gushed over how sweet a moment it was before realizing something like that would probably never happen again.  Once she sobered up, I doubted Erica would ever be that trusting of me.  I can enjoy this moment now, though.  Before it ends, and I go back to being seen as an 'untrustworthy monster' not a 'safe friend'.

My pulse quickened slightly as I felt Erica shift unconsciously on my palm.  Her arm slid over my thumb, pulling it closer to herself as she nestled her head on the pad of another finger.  The feeling was so overwhelming, I felt my eyes tearing up.  Seeing her sleeping soundly was making me doubly tired.  It was definitely well past midnight, and I still hadn’t slept, myself.  Even when I closed my eyes to get some rest, there would always be some suspicious sounds out on the street or a slight movement from Erica, and I'd suddenly be woken again.

Eventually, I must've fallen asleep, because when I woke up the sun had drifted above the horizon.  My heart dropped in panic as I quickly became invisible once more.  Hopefully no one had spotted me while I was sleeping.  Erica was still out cold, so I slid my hoodie out from its previous use as a pillow for myself, and placed it on the ground with Erica on top of it.  My hand prickled awfully from the loss of blood over the course of the night.  I had to hold it still for hours so Erica wouldn't wake up.  As I shook out my hand and bent my fingers to get them back to normal, I pulled away from the building behind me to check how much damage I'd undoubtedly caused by leaning against it.  There was a large dent in its side where my back rested.  Thankfully, the building looked long abandoned.

Early city sounds started up for the day, and I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.  Horns blared in the direction of the highway, and a flock of tiny pigeons scattered into the sky.  Suddenly, a small yelp startled me mid-yawn.  I glanced over at my hoodie where Erica was now sitting upright in confusion.  "What-  Where am I?  What happened?  Alexis, are you-"  "I'm here," I replied softly, not wanting to draw too much attention to myself.  Erica flinched slightly at my voice before calming down once she recognized it.  A few seconds passed as she stared into the distance, possibly remembering vague details from the night before.  

"You.. wouldn't let me drive home last night..."  "Because you were ridiculously drunk and almost crashed within five seconds of trying to drive," I finished.  Erica sucked in a pained breath of air as she clutched her head and slowly laid back down.  "Fucking hangover," she cursed under her breath.  "I think the drinks might’ve been spiked.  I.. I really shouldn’t keep going back there.”  She rolled over and clutched fistfuls of my hoodie closer to herself. “Thank you though, for keeping me off the road.  I could've died; I wasn't really thinking." I smiled, breathing in the early morning air.  "You're welcome."

"I have some water in my car," Erica realized aloud.  "If I could just get it..."  I would offer to get it for her, but I doubted I could get to the bottle without accidentally tearing the door off.  We sat in the lot for some time, Erica trying to power through her headache long enough to make it to her car.  She got two thirds of the way there before doubling over in pain.  I had to reach out and catch her before she fell to the ground.  Erica froze when she felt my fingers hoist her back up, but she quickly got over it and made her way into the driver's seat with my help.  Finally, she got out the bottle and swallowed a few sips, slumping over in pain and exhaustion afterwards.

I noticed her cast a longing stare directed at my hoodie.  Erica wanted to lie back down, but didn't want to keep me here longer than she already had.  She sat sideways, legs still dangling out of the car, and looked up in my direction.  "Did I-” she stopped for a second then started her sentence again.  "I don't remember much of last night, but.. did I fall asleep in your hand?" she asked hesitantly.  "Yes," I confessed, "You wanted somewhere to sleep, and since I didn't let you into the car…"  "I'm sorry," Erica interjected, "That's.. embarrassing, I'm so sorry.  I kept you here all night."  I let out a breathy laugh, "No, it's fine Erica.  I really didn't mind!  It's not like anyone's missing me back home."  She seemed slightly concerned for a moment, sitting up to get off her seat before letting out a small yelp of pain and reaching for her temples, again staring longingly at the comfortable pile of fabric a few feet away.

"Hold out your hand," I instructed.  Shockingly, Erica made no argument.  Her tiny digits brushed over the pads of my own, leaning her weight onto me.  Gently, I hauled her up out of her seat.  With small careful movements, I managed to guide her back to my hoodie so she could lay down again.  With a wan smile, she burrowed herself in its folds.  "Did you know I'd be out drinking last night?" Erica asked after laying there for a while, her eyes closed in a half-sleep.  "No, I was just sightseeing in the city again," I answered honestly, "I was about to leave when I felt you were nearby and went to investigate."  

"By 'investigate', do you mean 'spy on me'?"  When I answered with a dull silence, she opened her eyes and sat up slightly to look at me.  Well, to look at the empty space that I sat in.  "That was supposed to be a joke, sorry.  I wasn't trying to chastise you."  This was new.  I don't think Erica had ever apologized to me before.  Not that she had anything to apologize for.  "I'm just glad I came when I did," I replied, "before anything happened."  She must've sensed my tone shift a bit, because she frowned at me and stood slightly before realizing that wasn't helping her headache.  "You were worried about me?"  Erica asked, looking slightly flattered.  "That's.. really sweet of you."

I nodded vigorously, though Erica couldn't see me.  "Of course I was worried about you!" I exclaimed before realizing I should probably keep my voice a bit quieter.  It hurt my throat, but it probably kept me a bit more secretive.  Even if it didn’t, whispering would also be better for Erica’s headache regardless.  "Imagine how awful I'd feel if I came back to the mansion to visit and you weren't there.  I guess I would think you blew me off, but I'd really start to worry once you were gone for weeks afterward."  

Erica sat silently for a bit, deep in thought.  "I..." she started, "I guess I didn't realize you cared about me that much."  A long silence followed, her last words resonating in the empty air.  Erica's expression became clouded with emotions I couldn't quite read.  "Are you alright?" I asked uncertainly.  The silence broken, Erica shook herself off and straightened up.  "Yeah, I'm just thinking.  I really should head home, though."  "Alright, I guess I'll do that too.  Do you need help?"  She shook her head and stood slowly, "I should be alright until I get home."  I watched her return to the driver's seat, readily waiting to catch her if she fell.

Before closing the car door, Erica slowly turned to look at me.  "Thank you, again, for dealing with me last night.  I swear I'll try not to get that drunk from now on.  It’s not that I want to, it just kinda.. happens, I guess."  I laughed slightly, "You work on that."  Erica started up the car, smiling lightheartedly.  With a little wave, she drove off back to the mansion, leaving me behind on the cracked concrete lot.  Just in case, I trailed her car from a distance.  She said she was alright to drive, but I wanted to make sure she made it home safely before I left.

I could barely sleep that evening, far too awake thanks to the events of the day, along with the fact that I’d just woken up.  Erica had trusted me so wholly that she’d slept in my hand.  I felt giddy just thinking about it, but at the same time, I had to come to terms with the fact that the incident had everything to do with the alcohol and whatever else she’d consumed and nothing to do with her actual trust in me.  However, even when she’d slept it all off, Erica had still trusted me enough to touch her that morning.  

I hadn’t touched her or even got very close to her since I’d grabbed her during our first true meeting.  She made it crystal clear that she didn’t want my massive appendages anywhere near her since then.  That was until just this morning, when she’d willingly taken my hand.  It might’ve just been Erica being in too much pain to be stingy, but she was stubborn; if she didn’t want to do something, it was near impossible to get her to change her mind.  The only reason I say near is because of my abilities, but using those was obviously out of the question.

Exited that Erica finally seemed to be warming up to me, I eagerly returned on the following Saturday.  I’d chosen Saturdays simply because they were the day I had the most free time.  I raced downstairs right after lunch and zapped off to the other-world, almost jogging to the cliffside before realizing the tremors I would undoubtedly cause.  Stepping up to the mansion, I found Erica on the phone with someone inside.  Resting on the cliffside a bit further down, I waited for Erica to finish the call and come to the door.  It was taking a suspiciously long time for her to get there, so I began wandering off to the areas nearby.  

Eventually, I noticed the glass door, which had now been fixed, sliding open.  Erica stepped hesitantly onto the patio outside.  "Alexis?  Are you out here?"  I made my way over to the mansion again.  "Yeah," I answered, "It's Saturday.  I'm here."  My sudden voice caused Erica to jump a few feet in the air.  Her face scrunched up in thought, “You came today?  It’s.. not the best time for me.  I have errands to run today."  I stared blankly at her, suddenly feeling very awkward.  "I.. oh."  I felt so stupid — it was all I could say.  “N- Nevermind.  Sorry to bother you.”

Erica snickered, shaking her head slightly in embarrassment for me.  She thought for a moment, then made a small 'aha' gesture.  "Hey, you know what?  While you're here, do you think you could help out with stuff?  I was just on the phone with a decor store.  See, I have this new couch coming, but the store's being big jerks about it and they won't deliver it for me.  They said they'd have someone help load it into my car, but.."  She stepped out a ways, gesturing to her two-seater sports car parked in the driveway.  Its trunk was only a few feet long, and that was in other-world measurements.  "It won't exactly fit.  I told them that, but I don't think the lady on the phone particularly gave a shit, so.. I'm thinking maybe, while you're here and everything, you can get the couch for me?"  

I mulled her idea over.  I don't really have anything else to do, and I was planning to spend the rest of the day here anyway.  "Well, I can't just go there and get it by myself, you have to go and claim it."  Erica waved a hand to shush me, "Yeah, yeah, I know.  I'm coming too.  I just need someone to take the couch."  "Alright," I agreed, "I'll help out.  I was planning to be here today, anyway."  My agreeance was instantly rewarded with a rare genuine smile from Erica, which was compensation enough for me.

It took Erica a few minutes to get herself ready, but soon we hit the road.  Well, she hit the road and I followed from a distance.  I was still amazed by how easily I could keep up with vehicles like her car.  Technically they were only toy-sized so I guessed it made sense.  We had to diverge paths for a bit when the highway turned through a forested area I couldn’t walk in, but using our sixth sense, I was still able to follow her despite not being able to see her.  When she got to the parking lot, she took a space at the very far end.  

“Alexis?” Erica called, stepping out of the car.  “I’m here,” I replied quietly, kneeling down.  There was an empty dog walk beside the lot on this side that gave me just enough room to stay.  Erica had probably parked all the way over here because of it.  “I’m going to have them leave the couch out on the corner over there.  Do you think you could take it without anyone noticing?”  “In front of the entire parking lot?” I asked skeptically, looking out over the stretch of asphalt and cars, "I'll try."  Soon, the new couch was brought out to the corner.  Erica told the employees who took it out there that a truck would be coming by any second to take it, but they insisted on waiting for it to arrive so they could load it inside.  It was their policy or whatnot.

Erica began to get annoyed, realizing that they would get suspicious when no one actually showed up.  Spying a van nearby, I got an idea.  I made sure Erica was preoccupied with the moving guys before stepping over and latching onto the driver.  I had them pull up to where the couch was waiting, then call out to the movers and Erica.  ("I'm here!  Is this the couch?")  Erica's eyes went wide in shock, her face paling as she rapidly figured out what I’d done.  I instantly regretted my decision, but the two movers got right to work placing things inside.  

The moment they left, Erica glared at me through the person she realized I must be controlling.  "My car.  Now."  I hesitated, but begrudgingly had the person drive out and park beside her fancy red sports car.  Erica marched up to the driver, "What the hell is wrong with you?  I thought you weren't doing any of this shit anymore!"  It was weird watching her yell at the innocent person I was controlling instead of my actual self, who was watching invisibly from above.  ("They weren't going to leave, so I thought this might help,") I explained.  She stared at the driver a moment, "Can.. Can whoever you're controlling see what's happening right now?  I remember it was like spacing out and watching things happen around me…”  Her expression shifted from anxious to enraged in a matter of seconds.  “Alexis, you can't do this to people!"  ("I know, I know.  I just need to do one thing, then they'll go off and forget this ever happened.")

Erica stood irritated the entire time as I, myself, got the couch out of the van.  Quickly, I had the driver pull away and forget the last few minutes.  "See, they're gone.  It's like they were never here," I said quietly.  I knew what I did was not going to be cast aside that easily.  "Can we just… go back to the mansion and I can explain-"  "Explain what?  You controlled someone right in front of me!"  "Erica, I controlled them for five minutes.  They were completely fine and I did nothing to hurt them.  I- I understand that what I did to you was very wrong, but it wasn't like that.  I had someone do us a favor, and that's all."  "Just bring the damn couch home."  Erica slammed her car door and sped away before I could reply.  I took up the piece of furniture and held it beneath my shirt to keep it hidden.  

I stood in numb shock as I watched Erica’s car disappear down the freeway.  What was I thinking, controlling someone in front of her, even if it was only for a moment?  On my way back, I realized that without my sixth sense to guide me, I was a bit lost.  I followed the trail of places I recognized, unsure whether I recognized them from the trip today or from another time.  The sudden sound of something ripping apart startled me from my pensive mood.  I nearly tripped over a stoplight when I looked up.  

A pitch-black tear broke through the sky to my right.  It was as if the atmosphere itself had been cut open, filled with a gaping black void of whatever was inside.  There were only two or three other cars on this backroad, but everyone who saw it stopped and watched in frightened awe.  The tear looked exactly like the strange instance of black lightning I’d noticed from a distance a long time ago.  I’d completely forgotten about it until then.  Now that it had opened a yard or so away from me, I realized that the strange phenomenon was definitely not natural.

A few seconds of stunned silence later, the tear slowly closed back in on itself, sealing up the sky once more.  What in the world was that!?  Clearly, no one else seemed to know either.  A crowd of bystanders formed in the street by their abandoned vehicles, debating over what exactly they’d witnessed.  Talk of aliens and dark magic drifted to my ears from the road below me.  Whatever strange things were going on, this time, they were not my fault.  Not wanting to stick around in case any government agencies came looking, I backed off and continued the long walk to the mansion.

When I got back, Erica was there waiting for me.  Silently, she opened the back doors and pointed inside to where the old couch used to be.  I delicately placed it inside like you would a piece of dollhouse furniture.  It wasn't completely dark yet, but it was getting there.  It had taken me a while to find my way back without Erica to guide me.  Her back was turned and it looked as if she might shut the back doors on me, so I quickly shifted to visibility.

"Erica, I'm sorry.  I'm so, so sorry," I pleaded, "It's not fair what I did.  It should never have been that long, I- I just got into the habit and didn't stop…"  She turned around to face me.  My eyes were brimming with tears, and I was gripping the cliffside so hard that chunks of rock came away in my hands.  "You're not talking about today, are you?" Erica asked, leaning tiredly against the doorframe.  I shook my head, bending down to look her in the eyes.  "You.. didn't deserve that.  I stole eight months of your life, and I convinced myself that you were better off because of it…"  I took a shuddering breath and continued.  "I don't want to scare you or hurt you, I promise."  

There was a long moment of dull silence where I could've sworn Erica would tell me to leave her alone, but all she did was sigh and step inside.  My stomach plummeted.  I stepped away, trying desperately to keep myself from full-on crying.  I had come so close.  "Hey, I'm-  I'm still here," a whisper echoed from the second floor of the mansion.  "I just came up here to talk to you easier."  I wiped the tears from my face as best as I could in the pitch dark of the coming night before stepping into the light of the house.

"You genuinely care about me, right?" Erica asked once I came back over.  I nodded furiously.  "You're lucky that I care about you, too.  We’re friends, which means we’re supposed to look out for each other.  So just.. Please don't control people anymore.  It’s not right and it freaks me out."  She crossed her arms defiantly, "And if I ever see you do anything like that again, even if it's for a few minutes, even if a person isn't affected by it in the slightest, that's it.  You and I are done."  I blinked, slightly astounded despite my awful predicament.  "There's.. there's a you and me?  We’re friends?"  Erica rolled her eyes, "That's what you got out of all this?  You know what, maybe there isn't a you and me after all."  "No, no!" I backtracked, "I agree with what you said before, I won't control anyone again!”  "You better not," she chided, pointing a finger at me, "Or else."

I stood feeling chastised while Erica glanced awkwardly back into her house.  “I should really go make dinner," she mused, more to herself than to me.  "I haven’t had anything to eat since eleven o’clock this morning.  I’d order in because I really don’t feel like cooking, but I did that yesterday.”  I stood up so fast, Erica flinched.  “I can get us something to eat!”  Instantly, I vanished into my world and grabbed the backpack I’d been planning to bring.  A few sandwiches were packed inside.  

Moments later, I was back at the mansion.  Erica still stood hesitantly on the balcony.  “It.. might be a bit too much, but I have these,” I said, offering her one of the sandwiches.  It occurred to me then that I probably seemed a bit desperate to make amends by doing this.  I watched Erica’s expression.  She mostly seemed shook by the fact that I had a sandwich the length of the room behind her.  “Are you trying to win me back with food?” she questioned, glancing at me smugly.  I looked away, embarrassed, “I just.. don’t want you to be mad.”  “Then maybe you should listen to me the next time I tell you not to do something.”

“Ok..” I answered guiltily, letting the sandwich fall to my side in my hand.  She did have the right to refuse my peace offering.  “Woah, wait,” Erica stopped me, “I take bribes, hand that back.”  At her sudden remark, I let out a surprised laugh and took the sandwich out of the bag it was in, breaking off a piece that would be semi-manageable for her.  “Here you go, then,” I offered it to her.  We spent the rest of the evening eating and talking until we both started getting tired.  Before I could say my goodbyes, Erica stopped me.

“I.. You..."  Erica paused, mouth opening and closing silently as she searched for a way to tell me what was on her mind.  "You’re not controlling me anymore, are you?  And then making me forget?”  “What?” I asked, genuinely confused.  “L- Like that guy in the parking lot?  You made him forget about what he did.”  I leaned over to rest my head on my hands, propped up on the side lawn.  “Why would I want to control you?” I asked her earnestly, “What would I possibly hope to gain from doing that to you now?”  

Erica hesitated, thinking.  “I only did that to make you live an easier life.  Now that I know I was only making things harder for you, why would I keep doing it?”  She sighed, resting her head face down on the railing in front of her, staring silently at the floor for a while.  “I guess that makes sense.  And I don’t have any strange gaps in my memory like I used to.  That.. was you making me forget stuff, I think.  Some people just don’t care about others’ opinions, you know?” she explained, “I just wanted to know if you listened to me about that at the very least.”

I nodded, understanding.  Slowly, I shifted back upright.  It had to be scary — realizing that someone could take a part of your life away without you even knowing about it, or knowing what that piece of your life was for that matter.  “I swear on my life that I haven’t controlled you since the night you called me out on it,” I promised.  Erica’s head lifted, and she scrutinized my expression, searching for the truth.  “I believe you,” she said after a brief silence.  “And if I need anything in the future, like.. I don’t know.. Iike how you forced John to leave me alone, or when you stopped me from getting in a drunken accident a week ago, you’ll still be here, right?”  

“I’ll be around,” I answered.  “Every day I’ll come over here for a minute or two, probably right before I go to bed.  I’ll come check on you, and if you need anything, you can let me know, and I’ll see what I can do.  How does that sound?”  Erica let out a relieved breath, “It sounds like the right way to help me fix my life.  Thank you.  I- I guess it was wrong of me to tell you I wanted you to stop controlling people, end of story, because I agree that it is a useful ability.  So maybe you should only do it if I ask you to?  I don’t know, it just.. it scares me.”  I so badly wanted to hug her.  My hands twitched at the thought, inching closer before realizing she probably wouldn’t enjoy my giant form encroaching in her small space.

Hesitantly, I brought a hand over to the balcony and reached out a single finger instead.  “You shouldn’t have to be scared when I do that.  I want you to know for certain that I will never ever even try to control you.”  Erica stepped backwards in concern, unsure what I intended to do as I got closer.  When I paused right in front of her, her eyes widened slightly, and she stared at the outstretched digit in awe.  Slowly, Erica’s gaze lifted to meet mine.  “It’s alright,” I told her softly.  With a shaking hand, Erica reached out and delicately put her hand over the pad of my upturned finger, mouth dropping open slightly in wonder.  She dazedly traced the swirling marks of my fingerprint, shook by something so much larger in scale.

A brief moment later, I took back my arm, leaving Erica standing there speechless.  “I’ll be back tomorrow,” I promised, “to check on you like you asked.”  I backed off the cliffside and smiled at her hopeful gaze.  After a small goodbye, I left for my own world with Erica still standing wide-eyed on her balcony.

The following few months were filled with similar affairs.  Erica and I got together for a few meals, and she’d started letting me in on a few things that had been happening in her life that she’d previously kept hidden.  She admitted she’d been afraid that I’d mess with things again if she told me about them — a subtle hint to the fact that she was no longer afraid of my ability to do so, and realized that I really did never intend to use it on her again.  

Once we even had an accidental meeting when her car died in the back roads by her house.  It was deathly hot out now that summer was coming, and without any air conditioning, it was stifling.  Thankfully, I came by a little while after the car died.  I’d already been to her house and decided to walk back through the mountains where there was a bit more of a breeze, only to find Erica’s very noticeable car on the side of the road there.  Erica had been halfway passed out from the heat by the time I found her.  Her phone had died as she tried to call a towing company because she spent all her time trying to find a well-reviewed one.  

Hesitantly, I'd asked if she wanted me to get someone to help, but she strongly refused, knowing that meant I'd have to control someone again.  Even when her life might depend on it, Erica refused to break her own rules — something I seemed to be in the habit of doing, though I was getting better at it.  All she’d done was tell me: "I'd be too nervous sitting in someone else's car while you're controlling them," and I immediately halted mid-argument.  If Erica wasn’t comfortable with it, then neither was I.

I ended up taking the car back to the house with her inside it — a quick transport to the air-conditioned mansion.  Erica was thankful for the lift, even though she didn’t approve of my methods whatsoever.  I had to argue with her for fifteen minutes straight just to convince her that I wouldn’t accidentally drop her.  Erica claimed she nearly had a heart attack when I picked up the vehicle without warning.  Still, she thanked me with a gift: a bottle of champagne.

“My last bottle of alcohol in the house,” Erica admitted, “It’s yours.”  She handed me the tiny bottle, which couldn’t have been more than an inch long.  “I’m finally going sober.”  Erica beamed up at me; her eyes shone with an excitement I'd never seen before, even when I showed up to meals with oversized food from my own world.  Ever since I’d brought her that sandwich, it was like she’d finally realized that I had a whole world full of comparatively gigantic things.  Many of my recent trips, I’d brought along either food or an item for Erica to mess with.  She’d practically fainted when I came with a full-sized tube of lipstick a few days ago.  It was nearly as tall as she was, and she’d made a huge mess of it when she tried to use it herself, staining her outfit red, permanently.

Now, I stared down at the tiny champagne bottle in my hands, feeling the same strange wonder of seeing something normal at an entirely different scale.  "How about you start that tomorrow?" I asked, referring to Erica’s remark about being sober, "Go inside and get yourself a glass, will you?"  Erica nodded happily and disappeared into the mansion, returning with one of her champagne glasses.  She took the bottle from me and poured herself a cup, carefully handing it back so it wouldn't spill.  Taking the bottle between two fingers, I held it up to Erica's glass.  "Cheers," I announced, "to you finally getting your life back."  "Oh, I'll definitely drink to that," Erica remarked, clinking her glass with mine before taking a sip.  I took the wine bottle and poured the entire thing into my mouth.  It was barely more than a sip, but it tasted good.  It occurred to me then that I wasn’t supposed to be drinking alcohol; I was only a few months into being eighteen.  It wasn’t much, and I didn’t really care, but still.

It also occurred to me that I had no idea how old Erica was.  She didn’t look that much older than me, but I’d never asked.  “Erica,” I began, resting myself on the edge of the cliff so my head was even with the patio.  “How old are you?”  She froze mid-sip and glanced over at me.  “Why do you ask?”  “I just realized that I technically shouldn’t even be drinking alcohol at my age.  Not that I mind the tiny amount I got from this bottle,” I added with a shrug. “Are you.. I mean…  You’re out drinking all the time, so I assume you’re at least twenty-one, right?”  The look of guilt that sprung to her face immediately made me think otherwise.  “W- Well how old are you?”  I shook my head, “You first.”  “I’m.. I’m only twenty,” she confessed, “but legal drinking age is.. like.. eighteen so…  Yeah.  Now answer my question.”  

It took a moment for me to respond after that.  Not only was I unsure whether she was lying about the age a person could drink in her world, I realized that when I first saw her a year before, absolutely wasted in the parking lot, trying to break into a car she’d mistaken for her own — she was only nineteen.  In my book, that was too young an age for her to be in that situation, and way too young an age to be in the situation with John in the alleyway.

“Alexis?” Erica asked questioningly.  Her voice held the tiniest tinge of fear in it.  “I’m eighteen,” I told her.  My junior year of high school’s almost over.”  She nodded, “Unpopular opinion, but I actually liked high school.”  As I voiced my opinion against her own, claiming she probably just wasn’t remembering it clearly as a joke, I noticed her look darken for a moment, but chose not to press her about it.  I changed the topic entirely and made some small talk for a bit before we parted ways for the night.  I kept the empty champagne bottle as a souvenir, rubbing it thoughtfully between my fingers in bed that night.  "Cheers," I whispered to myself, "to finally getting things right.

#good old g/t bonding time #(and a lil bit of Alexis messing up for flavor) #other-world universe #g/t #giant tiny

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Twenty

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Lovisa, dressed in a new and clean pale pink dress, with a skirt that was puffy, but still kept her frame visible, it had no sleeves, and so she had paired it with a pair of matching gloves. She wore her hair in a half up, half down, braided bun, style, with two small braids flowing down it, leaving the rest of her curls to air dry, a tiara sat on top of her hair, for the first time in a week.

"I'll make sure to speak to Obi-Wan, soon enough, Snips" Lovisa told Ahsoka, as she stared into her mirror, running her hands down her dress.

"Lovey, there is no need to, I will stay here, as your handmaiden, and then we do not have to be separated from one another."

"Nonsense, you are to be a Jedi, you have the gift, there is no use of it here, or at least, untrained." She took her friends hands in hers. "Ahsoka, you have so much potential, and I believe in you, I will miss you terribly, but knowing what I know about you, and holding you back from it, I would hate myself, and I care more about you and what you can offer the universe, than what you can offer my image."

"Lovey." Ahsoka groaned, wrapping her arms around the Princess's neck, hugging her tightly, and Lovisa followed suit, hugging the girl back, tightly.

Eventually, Lovisa and Ahsoka had made it down to the lunch room, with Threepio walking alongside them both, where everyone had been waiting for her, including Obi-Wan, and Anakin.

"Lovisa, are you done throwing your tantrum?" Her mother asked, linking her fingers together, and resting her chin on them. “There are also to be no dogs, in the dining room.”

"Jobal, my love." Ruwee sighed.

Lovisa didn't reply, as she headed towards her seat, choosing the one next to Anakin.

He got up quickly, to pull it out for her, just as Colo had stepped forward.

But Anakin had been quicker, with a little help from the force, due to only having one arm, but he made sure to look smugly, at the Palace guard, as he pushed her chair back in.

"Thank you, Ani." Lovisa smiled kindly, at the boy, as he sat back down, Threepio had decided to lay down, underneath his owners chair, taking a nap, during their meal.

"Well, it is divine, to have our family united, again, and with two special guests, who helped save my daughter." Ruwee raised his glass, at the two Jedi, and Lovisa's brows had deepened.

"Thank you, your highness, but I fear I could not take any credit, on that, as it was the Princess, who fought bravely, in the arena, and took a stand, during the battle, for she had bested us all, with her skill, and even helped Miss Tano, from danger."

"Ahsoka, is this true?" Jobal faced the handmaiden, that was stationed to the wall, with the two others, waiting to be needed.

"It is, your majesty, if it weren't for Lovisa, I fear I would have been turned into beast chow." Ahsoka bowed her head, taking a step back, after addressing the queen.

"That is wonderful news, Lovey!" Ruwee applauded.

"That was very brave of you, my darling, and I am proud of you, I hope you know that." Jobal told her, earnestly. 

Lovisa ignored both her parents, choosing to look away, her arms folded over her chest.

"Master Kenobi, I was hoping to speak to you about a matter of importance, when you have a moment." Lovisa turned to the man.

"Uhm... of course, your highness, perhaps after lunch?" He offered.

"Yes, that will work."

"What's this about, Lovey?" Ruwee asked.

"Hm? Oh, nothing, don't you worry about it, maybe I'll let it slip in the future, but for now, I'd rather keep it from you." She took a sip from her glass.

"Lovisa, you are acting ridiculously childish, there was no ill intention, when we kept Padme and Senator Clovis's blossoming relationship, from you. You're dramatic, you get it from your father, but, being queen won't be awful, I do it, and you don't see me complaining, you will do a wonderful job."

"Except for the small fact, that my parents and sister lied to me! I am not dramatic, and I don't want to be queen!"

"Honey, we're not going anywhere, you won't be queen for a long time, and by then, you may be married, and have your own family, you'll grow mature, and things will change."

"Eurgh, poke my eye out with a fork." Lovisa rolled her eyes, taking another sip from her glass. "Padme, where is your drab of a fiancé?"

"If you must know, he's gone back home, to tell his own family the good news." Padme tried to keep her positive attitude, in front of the guests, instead of snapping at her younger sister, like she wished to.

"What, that they're finally becoming relevant." Lovisa scoffed.

"That's enough." Jobal told her.

"Finally, the food." Ruwee clapped his hands together, as the kitchen staff walked around the table, loading up their plates.

Anakin held his knife in his hand, attempting to cut up his food, with just the one utensil, but had ran into some trouble, though he tried to do it without anyone seeing or noticing.

But of course, Lovisa did.

"Here, let me." She said, in a soft voice, compared to how she had been speaking to her family, since she'd seen them.

"Thank you, Princess." He smiled, as she began to cut up his food.

She smiled back at him, and just the sight of him, seemed to calm down her terrible mood, as she refused to break contact with his eyes, the eyes she could get lost in, for all eternity.

When she had stabbed a piece of steak, he tilted his head, as she fed him, never once looking away from each other.

"The boy can feed himself." Ruwee told his daughter, breaking their silence.

Lovisa dropped her fork, and they both looked away from each other.

The door opened and one of the messengers stormed in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch, your majesty's." He bowed. "But I was told to bring this to you, as soon as it came."

"Oh, good, bring them here." Jobal, gestured for him to come over, with a hand full of envelopes.

"Whats that, Mother?" Padme asked.

"Just some RSVP's that have been returned, seems it'll be quite the turnout." Jobal said, giddily.

"You're throwing a ball, Jo..." Ruwee asked. "This isn't exactly a time to be throwing a ball, we're in the beginning of a war."

"It's not for a ball, that'll be in a few months, when we announce Lovey as the next heir-"

"Hold on, what?" Lovisa looked back up.

"I'll talk about it, later, when a certain someone, isn't around" She nodded at the obvious.

"I'll figure it out, soon enough." Lovisa raised a brow, poking her food.

After the terrible lunch had finally come to an end, Lovisa had asked Obi-Wan to accompany her on a walk, around the palace gardens.

"What was it that you wanted to discuss, Princess?" Obi-Wan asked, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Well, Master Kenobi, during my "travels" I made a discovery, and I would like to remind you, that one day, I will be your queen, so please keep that in mind, for what I'm about to ask you."

"Will do" He chuckled.

"Uhm... So, I know, typically the Jedi do not recruit anyone over the age of four, in most cases, obviously, Anakin Skywalker was a very different situation. But I have reason to believe that my handmaiden, Ahsoka Tano is strong with the force, and Ani-Anakin supported my claims."

"Hmm, that is curious." He stroked his beard.

"Yes. And I strongly encourage that you take her on, to join the Jedi, or at the very least, train her in the ways, she has all the potential, and I would hate to see it go to waste."

"You care a lot about, Lady Tano, Don't you?"

"I do, Master Kenobi, she's the longest friend I���ve had, and I feel the guilt of her being my handmaiden, a lot, so please."

"I will do what I can, to persuade the council, I promise, your highness" Obi-Wan nodded to her. "Even though you disagree, so openly, I know in time, you will make a wonderful Queen, and leader, I sense it, in the force."

"Just like Anakin is supposed to bring balance to the force." Lovisa joked, side eying him.

"That's what the prophecy says." He sighed, sounding as though he didn't believe it, all too much.

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#anakin fanfiction #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin x you #star wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader smut #obi wan and anakin #ahsoka tano #anakin star wars #anakin and padme #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin smut #yandere anakin skywalker #Anakin

[eth3real-ess3nce]

Manifestation tips?

Honestly it's time to talk about this 😅 I want to share some of the experiences I've had.

What I have learned about manifesting, is that it always comes with a price. This is mostly true in cases where you're NOT ready for the things you're requesting for.

I know this might sound awful to some, but trust me when I say this. However, keep reading if you will, so I can better explain myself ❤️

One or two years ago, I was a lonely girl. I wanted to manifest a relationship. Also I want to mention here that I did that with my best friend. We were very specific with our desires, even. We'd say "oh, I want him to have this and that". I don't intend to write here these two qualities because they're a bit embarrassing 🤣

Next thing I know, I find myself downloading Tinder. Amongst the unbearable process of finding a good match (😂) I found him. Shortly after exchanging social media accounts, we both deleted the Tinder app. Chemistry was crazy. I was feeling in love. He had stated that he wanted to keep it going with me because he saw a future. We'd plan on vacations, dates, etc. I was on cloud 9 for weeks. He even seemed to correspond to my emotional needs and that I could trust him wholeheartedly.

We only went on one date. It was dreamy, but the situation started going downhill. A few days later, I started becoming a bit paranoid and afraid that he wouldn't act right with me. I'm not this person now, but when I was, I wanted to have full control of how a situationship would go. I'd only be pleased when I knew that the other person needed me more than I needed him , that I was 100% certain about his intentions towards me. This is when my manifestation only started to backfire.

Can you guess what happened, eventually?

He ghosted me. Out of nowhere. Confirming my biggest fears AND my biggest disgust; cowardice. (Note that I never ever acted crazy or controlling towards him, so in fact I didn't intentionally "push" him away.)

I was left heartbroken. For days, I'd be depressed and angry. Needless to say my best friend's relationship failed as well.

Wanna know why that occured?

I attempted to manifest something I energetically wasn't aligned with. If your heart carries unresolved pain and resentment, if your self-esteem is not high enough, if you are trying to reach for something out of desperation to fulfill your unmet emotional needs, it will backfire. And it will give you exactly the energy you're subconsciously putting out there.

So, it doesn't matter what manifestation methods you are using or how hard you try to stay positive and believe in it. Your first and foremost task is to dive deep. Take a look at your core beliefs.

What are core beliefs, and why do they matter?

Core beliefs are our most deeply held assumptions about ourselves, the world, and others. They are firmly embedded in our thinking and significantly shape our reality and behaviors. In fact, nothing matters more than our core beliefs.

Let's do it with examples.

You want to manifest money. What was your main belief about money while growing up? How would your parents handle it? Did they make you feel guilty and that they must work their asses off in order to get what you wanted? Did they state that money is root of all evil? Were you brought up in poverty? The collective poverty issue is that money is linked with survival. If you view money as your only method to survive, you instantly vibrate in a low," desperate " energy, therefore no results. I am not saying this in a judgemental way I am just explaining how it universally works. I grew up in a poor household and my parents would guilt trip me all the time about money, so for all my years of living, I was never in a receptive state. As an adult I'd work my ass off 12 hour shifts for a shitty paycheck because subconsciously I thought I had to suffer in order to receive money, just like my parents did. I would reject offerings, or believe that I wasn't worthy of them. Key-word worthy. I'm telling you, the moment you start viewing money as a TOOL to do things instead of a way of surviving, your life will become much more convenient financially. I promise you because I've been practicing it. And guess what? I don't have to listen to subliminals all night and do spell work anymore. I am just in a state where I am able to receive. It is not an easy process, but it is the most effective and promising. The moment your perspective on money changes, you will naturally start to train yourself to get it.

You want to manifest a loving relationship. Again, let's take a look at your core beliefs. Think role models. How was the relationship between your parents growing up? Did you have an absent opposite-sex parent? What does love mean for you? Did you know that 9/10 times we attract our opposite sex parents in our relationships, if we haven't healed? Psychology talks about this a lot. If for example, as a woman, your father was non-committal and addicted to substances, it's very likely that you will attract partners that function in the same way. Basically you are seeking the emotional validation your parent didn't give you, through your romantic relationships. Another group of people have 0 experience in love and have this burning desire to get to know how it feels like. But the trap here is that they feel behind in life therefore they act out of 'desperation'. No such thing as 'behind in life', buddies! This is just society's fictional deadlines and expectations, which have also shaped your core beliefs. Another common core belief could be "oh I have to be handsome and attractive and really smart in order to be loved by someone". This by no means serves you, because you let superficial things define your WORTH as a human being. Let me make this one thing clear, your worth must not be defined by your physical appearance, achievements, intelligence, skills. This is one of the main reasons the collective is suffering so much. We tend to believe that a romantic relationship will free us from all our pain, unfulfilled emotional needs and satisfy our thirst for affection. This is a destructive mindset that only serves repeating toxic patterns leaving you hurt in the end. Therapy could help you simplify these things in your mind (because each case is different) and therefore make it easier for you to be receptive towards love. Accepting love not out of desperation, but because you're simply worthy of it and worthy of experiencing its full, purest form. To love means to expand, to learn, everything good. Why repel it by chasing it ? Again, this is a very serious and complicated matter so it would be beneficial for you to do shadow work / start therapy or I suggest starting with watching well-informing videos like this and this

Now you might wonder: what about manifesting simple things like objects or something that would casually be convenient in my everyday life? I'd say go for it. But the tip for effectiveness is this ; re-shaping your core beliefs into being receptive. If you acknowledge that you are powerful enough to change what you don't like about yourself and your reality, you will eventually have it.

Only using manifestation methods without doing the inner work is ineffective, because a negative self belief is clashing with a positive thing you're trying to bring into reality.

As you expand and radiate love and calmness instead of desperation and fear, your desires will come naturally to you. And manifesting will become an effortless thing for you.

I truly hope I helped. ❤️😊

#manifestation tips #anon #manifesting

[alexhornefan]

My Secret Life: Alex Horne, 33, comedian

Saturday 17 March 2012 LINK

The household I grew up in... was very male. I've got two brothers and there was a male dog and two male cats and every family we knew had three boys. Great for us, slightly less great for my mum.

When I was a child I wanted to be... embarrassingly, the great novelist. Or a respected charity worker. I still think both might come true.

If I could change one thing about myself... I would be better at accents. I am genuinely good at copying people's handwriting, but that's less help on stage.

You wouldn't know it but I am very good at... I am almost incredible at table football. It's nothing to be proud of.

You may not know it but I'm no good at... reading books – even though I've written two and want to write the best in the world.

I wish I had never worn... At my dad's 50th [birthday] I wore a kilt. I'm a quarter Scottish but that's not enough to warrant wearing a kilt at any point in my life.

At night I dream of... my next show. They tend to go quite well in my dreams. And then I do the show and it doesn't go quite so well.

What I see when I look in the mirror... Not enough wrinkles. I'm worried that, at 33, it reflects a life that's been a bit boring.

My favourite item of clothing... Bowling shoes. They're from eBay but people think I've stolen them, something everyone wants to do – I quite like that they give me that air of recklessness.

My favourite building... This is vaguely soppy – it's All Souls Church by Broadcasting House. I met my wife on the steps of the church before our first date.

Movie heaven... Any Bond film.

My greatest regret... Supporting Liverpool football club. I wish I'd supported the club where I grew up so I would have a good reason to be fanatical.

My secret crush... Vorderman, I'm afraid. I'm a big Countdown fan. I was on it a few years ago, and she lived up to everything I had expected.

My real-life villain... Meddling execs, especially in TV.

The person who really makes me laugh... My two-year-old son, Tom. He will insist on eating a meal with a box on his head because he's a robot and then get upset because it's difficult to eat food with a box on your head.

The last time I cried... My son Barney's birth, Christmas day 2010. It was happy crying. But it kind of ruined Christmas!

My five-year plan... Everything goes out the window slightly with kids – we've written off the next 20 years.

My life in six words... Not wasting a very lucky life.

A LIFE IN BRIEF

Alex Horne was born in 1978. He studied at Cambridge University where he was a member of the Footlights. Horne made his Edinburgh Festival debut in 2000 with his show How To Avoid Huge Ships. He continues to tour as a stand-up, and also fronts 'The Horne Section', a live jazz comedy showcase. He has published two books, Wordwatching and Birdwatchingwatching. He lives in Chesham with his wife and sons. Horne's latest show, Seven Years in the Bathroom, is at the Soho Theatre tonight and tours in April

#Alex Horne

[insaneiceshard]

Pokemon Pixel Font(Black & White 2)

BOY YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE DAY I'VE HAD!

Alright first things first here's the font I made, you'll understand why it's here later! PLEASE shoot me a message if the link doesn't work, that last thing I'd want is a dead end for a poor artist.

RIGHT, so I've been working on a Rain world AU where all the RW characters are placed in the Pokémon universe. I've already drawn Rivulet's sprite but I wanted to put them on a game's UI just to make it look realistic. I looked online and Pokémon B&W2 looked the best and I can make animations for the slugcats as well! When I downloaded the UI and got to work replacing all the text, I realized something very unfortunate.

Pixel fonts fucking SUCK.

Every single fuckin one gets labelled as "8-bit" or "meant for pixel art!" BUT THEY'RE ALL LYING TO YOU.

I haven't scoured the internet but the most popular ones look nice, but as soon as you scale them down to anything below 12 pixels they look like absolute dog-shit. This isn't horrible, for most people 12 pixels is enough! but when you're trying to replicate a game's Ui...

I tried adjusting the alphas in Krita, applying the text in Paint, scaling the image and then applying the text. NOTHING worked. The core issue was that Pokemon B&W2 had it's own custom font and nothing I could make would look anywhere close as good.

At this point my autism got activated (if it hadn't been already) and I had the brilliant (downright shit-brained) idea. It would just be easier if I made the font myself.

Good god I wish I had just looks a bit harder. I still have no idea if someone has done what I have, and I'm still too lazy to look!

I made the font. I scoured for tons of screenshots from dozens of websites to replicate every single character down to the pixel. I kept having issues where my font heights where constantly getting bigger and smaller. Spaces that used to be 3x3 were 4x3 when I looked back. I chocked this up to my disabled ass not being able to count 9 pixels. 10 pixels, no- now its fuckin 8.

I need you to know that at this point I had been working on this for 4 hours. 4 hours of squares and numbers. My brain was reduced to fucking mush. And then Gamefreak took the mush, put it in a blender, and fed it TO THE FUCKIN VOID SEA.

Different consoles used separate fonts. You can tell because the UI's are different everywhere the characters are sightly shorter. This makes sense, If you have a smaller screen, reducing the font size by a pixel could save you some valuable space! But at this point it had already done it's damage on me. I'm not proud of it but I cried. I have no idea which characters had been effected because I used so many different references that I just gave up. On top of all this, the games have something weird going on with the shaded parts of the text and the only way I could somewhat replicate it was to use 3 different text layers.

So. To anyone out there who specifically needs the Pokémon B&W2 font, you have it now. It's not perfect, but it'll do.

I hope no one has to go through what I did.

Ever.

oh- and here's what the final product looks like.

#rain world #pokemon #pixel art #long post #vent #?

[chaoticgardenbread]

Writing Questions Tag Game!

Tagged by @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea - thank you for the tag! <3

What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you’ve ever had?

Erm, well. I don't think I have a favorite idea per se, because my longest fic is only at 25k words; so obviously, the plot itself isn't too extensive. For me, favorites are probably about how successfully those ideas translate into words, and how the process and result makes me feel.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

Hmm, I don't get questions about writing itself, but once or twice, I had people drop questions about the plot, and although I don't consciously think about those questions, I think they're kinda there in my subconscious, and it does help me pick out parts that might've benefited from being expanded/elaborated on. So really, ask away! <3

What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favorite part of being a writer is about creating. I will admit that I sometimes have problems expressing myself irl- because I tend to only really open up to the people who really know me (and even that is a challenge sometimes). So to me, being a writer is being able to really express myself, as well as offer a peek into the jumbled pieces that make up my mind.

I'd definitely take all the friends I've made, including anyone who's bothered to follow me here, and anyone who has ever bothered to leave a comment on one of my fics. On the flipside, I could really do away with writer's block and being unmotivated about writing.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Undoubtedly, my love for my ships. It's a double-edged sword as I tend to hyperfixate on a single ship and then I have problems finding enough food, which drives me to create some of my own- but I suppose that whole process helps me grow as a creator.

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

Given that my first attempts were actually something that didn't spark joy for me and I never actually finished those drafts, I guess I wish I knew earlier that putting myself out there and sharing what I love is always gonna be okay, even if the attempts aren't that great. I can only keep getting better, after all.

What is your favourite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

Help. I hate picking favorites, but hey, VanDieter is special to me and so is A series of firsts.

What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

A favorite quote? That I've written? I can't honestly be expected to remember all my quotes! But this question had me reminiscing, so here's one:

I think I love him.

That’s a lie and Wanda knows it.

Peter knows he loves Logan.

He’s fearless and he’s unapologetic and he’s all his . (The universe called it.)

“Shut up and kiss me already,” he demands. 

Logan complies, laughing fondly.

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

I'm guessing that this is for the characters that I've written for, so I'd have to go with Loki. To me, Loki is controversial because he's constantly struggling with his ideals. On one hand, he's all about self-love- taking what he pleases when he pleases, a staunch believer of his methods and mindset that he constantly reinforces to himself; like how his family isn't really his family and he doesn't need them. He proves that by showing he's much better off alone, and power is the only thing that matters-- and then there's this desperate need and want for everything he's dismissed as unimportant, which, yeah, well. It's a balance because Loki doesn't allow himself to acknowledge what he really wants (most times), even if it's to himself, because why bother when it's detrimental to himself, right? I mean, I can't fault him for his ideals (I just think Loki needs to keep better company).

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

That's... Less than two years ago, if you count from when I posted my first fic. But I suppose my younger self would be impressed by how focused I've been in churning out stories, love what I've done, and hope that I'll keep going :D

#writer tag game #writing questions

[spitzyyyy]

rest in peace technoblade. proceeds from his merch store go straight to researching and developing a cure for sarcoma, which is the most common form of cancer in children and young adults. i don't have the link to his merch store on me right now, but i do have https://www.curesarcoma.org/donate/ which is where you can donate directly to the cause. there is more under the cut, this post is long, and it is more me documenting my life at the times where we got information.

it goes without saying that alex was a huge inspiration to lots of people, including me, so it's okay for people to mourn his loss, whatever their reason may be. i'd spend months forgetting about him and then suddenly one bad day i would go into his channel and binge multiple playlists. stuff from dream smp all the way back to his first available skywars video. i would binge streams for days, watch his content so much that my recommended would be filled to the brim with minecraft videos when i don't really watch that kind of content anymore.

i found out he had sarcoma through some of my friends. i hadn't watched him in about a year, and i found myself binging his content to try to support him in the little ways that i could. for once my anxiety didn't kick in, i didn't immediately assume the worst, the way he went about it made me not worry about it at all. it feels weird, being worried about a person i don't even know, but it seems like that's being felt all across the board. i wanted to support him. i wanted to donate, but i didn't (and still don't) have any money that i can donate.

the way he casually made jokes about it, treating it not as a death sentence but as a cause which still had hope, it let me dare to have hope for him. techno made it sound like he was making a recovery, it sounded like he'd survived the impossible. it felt like cancer was nowhere near enough to take on technoblade. that cancer, the one disease which universally signals the end, was not going to be the end.

fast forward about a six months, he posts the vr video. i've almost completely abandoned minecraft as a whole. the toxicity of some of the community and the recent mojang rules which are being forced through by microsoft, i no longer enjoyed playing the game that made my childhood, fun with friends and as soon as they left i would shut down the game and hide the launcher. i was easily distracted during school, the end of the year arriving and only having to push myself a little harder to get through a class that i was forced into taking because the alternative was just. shit. in between the times where i would get one well structured and written essay out of a hundred done i would watch youtube videos, since i was completely alone in a room, sitting at a desk by myself, because i'd completed my other classes about a week earlier.

i watched the vr video. i actually had hope for him, i genuinely believed that alex had made it out of the deeper waters and was wading into the shallow end, getting ready to leave the lake where so many had drowned before him. it felt like it was a victory story, maybe a video called "i survived" or "how i beat cancer". but no. it was cancer. it's never that easy when it's cancer. all four sets of my great grandparents had cancer. they weren't sarcoma, but they were all cancer. and the one thing that all cancers—lung, leukemia, brain, prostate, sarcoma, melanoma, throat, breast, and so many more—have in common is that they give you hope. they give you the chance to survive, to live one, five, ten more years, before, inevitably, it comes back.

now, i don't know if techno was lying in the vr video. he said his arm was functioning fine, he could raise his elbow to about his shoulder without severe pain, and he told us that he'd had most of the cancer surgically removed and the skin grafted from his quads and lower back to restructure his bicep. but he genuinely looked like he was going to recover. it looked like we'd hear from him again, that we'd watch him topple another minecraft government, that we would ever get to see his other elbow.

tonight, i was sitting on the couch playing terraria. i tried out modded, it's been awhile since i'd played mods and with tmodloader coming to 1.4 i decided i wanted to play some of them. an hour into playing overhaul, i got somewhat bored of early game expert mode, so i looked at my notifications, and, low and behold, there are notifs for another youtuber, and i assumed that it was another upload.

a server wide ping and the link to the video with the words "Technoblade has passed away. You may know, or may not know who he is. But Technoblade has played a big part in inspiring some of my work." was what met me. i almost didn't think it was real, at first, opening the link into youtube, and, sure enough, its from alex's family, his dad holding floof as he relays his final message to us. it got a slight chuckle out of me, somewhat, that among his final message's heartfelt words were "the best prank we ever pulled off was convincing everyone that my name was dave", even through the numbness that i felt while listening to his father. i cried when his voice finally broke, and it set in that one of the best content creators i'd had the fortune of stumbling across in my life was gone, just like that. someone that i admired, someone that i looked up to, and someone who's work would always help me when i was in a dark place. life is too short for the best people.

it seems so many people are in the same boat as me, wondering how this could've happened when he seemed to recover fine from cancer. but, that's just it. it was cancer. its often that we think we know something and we're proven wrong almost instantly. his family's letter to us explains what happened in two words. "stage four". the two words that nobody wants to hear put together in front of the word "cancer". and it hurts. we don't know when it developed to stage four, and it's not our job, not our place, to know. what we do know is that techno used what little time he had left to tell us, his audience, his fans, friends, and family, how much he loved us, and how grateful he was to have a supportive community who loved him as much as he loved us. it's our job as a community to show our respect to him and his loved ones, and everyone who surrounded him, not for his friends or people who looked up to him to find out that he'd died through twitch chat or memes.

we shouldn't only cry because he's gone. we should smile because of the great memories that he left us with, in his time that was cut way too short.

to whatever afterlife there is beyond the veil: be kind to him. he's a hero.

rest in peace technoblade, you will be dearly missed by family, friends, and everyone who loved you.

#technoblade #minecraft #tw death #tw cancer #tw depressing stuff #in general this post is me documenting my life around the time that this stuff was happening #i really wish it hadn't #i wish that i could've donated. #i know that even if i could've donated it would've been just a drop in the bucket #but i cant help but feel guilty that i wasn't able to. #this doesn't just affect his fans #this affects everyone both in this community and outside of this community #i left mcyt a long time ago #i would only come back occasionally to admire art or post something myself #but this was still something hard to wrap my head around. #i cant imagine what it was like for his family or friends. none of us can. all we can do is support them and keep their information safe #serious post #serious stuff #rest in peace technoblade #you will forever live in our hearts #and you will always be missed #spit art #spit speaks

[savingthrcw]

I wanna RP with you but you said only canon characters from the show? Or am I reading this wrong?

cont: Also I don’t think we’re mutuals because my main blog isn’t fallout so can I not send you an ask or can I only send an ask if you follow one of my fallout blogs? I’m anxious and confused, sorry

It depends, anon! I'm going to give you a long answer because other people may wonder the same:

I only rp with mutuals (as in I people I follow from this blog, it's okay if they follow me from a main one, as long as their sideblog is linked somewhere I'll find it and check it out), and when people follow me I check their blog to see their rules, character bios and even threads because I have a type of anxiety that makes me feel legit sick at the thought of telling someone "now that I read your about/now that I got to know your character I don't feel like writing with you anymore" or "no, I don't want to rp", so if I didn't follow you back maybe there is something that didn't work out for me (but it doesn't mean there is something wrong with you!)

when it comes to Fallout I've already plotted/started writing with ocs if you want to consider main characters from Fallout videogames as such (I do, we create them and our choices change their stories), and told people with multimuses that I'd rather write with one of their muses only instead of the other canon ones, because I don't know the games well enough yet! There are times when I don't follow a blog of a canon character I may love because I don't feel like I'm into their writing, or when I don't follow an OC or a canon one that I don't know because I'm not into the type of relationship I can guess my character would have with them, or I don't agree with their rules; then there are times when I will follow and rp with OCs and canon characters I don't know well because I checked them out and could picture writing threads with them and having fun.

So it always depends on whether I like a rper's way to write, the character, the RELATIONSHIP that I can imagine my character having with theirs, which is super important (example: I hate when mine is supposed to let a stranger mistreat them and can't defend themselves) and so on. But I am also very influenced by how much I don't know about their background too or if there are things I find triggering, like in Fallout itself there are so many groups of people I just don't know or I don't want to spoiler myself about. This is because I'm a person who had MANY blogs in the past that she literally had to abandon because she didn't like a bunch of threads she had but didn't have the heart to say she wanted to stop.

(Plus I feel better writing with either canon characters I already know or ocs, while I don't feel super confident writing with canon characters I don't know because it always ends up with me not knowing where to go with the thread and just responding, which I don't feel is fun nor nice to the other rper.)

So if you followed me from your main (and your sideblogs are linked on it) and I didn't follow them back I'm very sorry, I am SURE you have an amazing blog, I'm just too stressed out to reach out of my comfort zone! I'd never look down on OCs, not just because I have and love them, but that's exactly why I consider them on the same level of canon ones and I am equally picky! It's just that I'm anxious as hell myself so I follow veeeery few people to avoid abandoning this blog too if an interaction doesn't work out!

But it was totally okay to ask, don't worry! I am also more inclined to focus on the ones I know with Lucy because I am writing in the tvshow universe more than in the games, and I've found most fallout blogs require some previous knowledge of the games for me to be able to interact properly!

#answered #Anonymous

[clumsiestgiantess]

The seventh chapter of the Other-world Universe; Alexis tries her best to make amends.

all chapters linked here

[Progress is progress, I guess]

You don’t know how hard I tried to stay away, but the small world in the basement was just too fascinating to leave for long.  It was like fate, or maybe just my brother wanting to play, was drawing me back.  Despite this, I never set foot near anywhere I thought Erica might be.  I wanted to stay true to my word, after all.  

Every once and a while, when I was bored, I would go off and explore, though.  Constantly, I would wander through the mountains where I found the climber, wondering if he’d left or if I just kept missing him.  While walking through the area where I’d first arrived, I came across a beautiful lake, cut off from the rest of the world by the jagged mountains surrounding it.  Another time, after hiking for three days, I finally found a beach.  It wasn’t an ocean beach, like I wanted, but rather a large lake; from my tall height, I could faintly see the other side.  Still, it was a beach, and I didn’t want to hike further than that anyways.  To get all the way out there I’d packed a bag full of food, water, and a sleeping bag, invisibly camping anywhere that was large enough for me.  Thankfully I only needed to walk the way there.  To get back, all I had to do was return to my world, think about the open field, and I'd be there.

During those three days, as I carefully trekked through forests and fields away from civilization, I was blinded by a flash of light from above.  After shielding my eyes from the initial glare, I fought to look up.  I only managed to catch the tail end of the strange phenomenon.  What looked like a bolt of empty black lightning split the air, but instead of fading away like normal lightning, it hovered in the sky for a long moment.  Then, the jagged streak vanished as quickly as it came.  I had no idea what the strange lightning-esque flash had been, but I didn’t give it too much thought.  It could’ve been any number of things.  The dark zigzag could’ve been a blank spot in my vision after the strange bright light.  For all I know, the other-world might actually have a weird type of black lightning.  I ignored it and carried on.

I had a lot more free time to spend in the other-world now that I wasn’t looking after Erica 24-7, so I used the extra hours not only for adventuring, but to map out the city and everything around it.  Eventually, I hoped to have a map of all the buildings that shared a twin in my world, as well as how far the limits of the playtable actually reached.  

See, the buildings on the table in my world weren’t a perfect match to the ones there; the other-world had almost twice as many thanks to all the residential areas that were basically nonexistent in my own world.  All the twin buildings I'd come across so far were always somewhat important places, and I'd slowly been jotting all of them down.  My brother and I hadn't aimed to make a perfect little city, after all.   It made sense that a few of the lesser important details were omitted from our building project.

At first, Liam had wanted to make the playtable a complete mishmash of dinosaurs and cool superhero fortresses, but thankfully I'd managed to talk him out of it.  I wonder how differently my first day would've gone if I'd let Liam stick with his original plan.  How much of the other-world inhabitants' lives would we have altered without even knowing it?  What if we took everything off the table and started over right now with a completely new theme, like an alien planet or a giant amusement park?  Would everyone here just vanish like the city had never existed, or would they be forced to live completely new lives in whatever we'd created?  If they did, would they even remember their old ones?

That train of thought was getting a little too existential for my liking.  I shook myself off, forcing my brain to backtrack to what I was doing prior to the rabbit hole I'd briefly fallen down.  I scanned the paper in my hands for a moment.  Right, I was looking for twin buildings in the city.  My need for a list of similar buildings first came with the slightly obvious realization that the three-pronged skyline in the other-world — which I assumed was the same as the four-pronged one in my world from a weird angle — actually only had three prongs.  I’d walked around the other-world long enough to see the city from numerous angles, and all of them had three tall needles that stuck out from the tops of skyscrapers, not four.  Immediately, I needed a new reason to believe the cities were the same.  They have to be the same.  Why else would I be here?

The twin buildings became my new proof.  Though the cities didn’t look exactly alike, they each had the same grid layout, and facilities like a town hall, an aquarium, a museum, banks and gas stations, those sorts of things.  It was a lot easier said than done, getting to everything.  I couldn’t even get close to the more populated areas unless I was attached to someone.  

Ever since the fight with Erica, I'd sworn off controlling people.  However, I did still use them for intangibility; I just didn’t force them to do anything while I was latched on.  It felt like I was making excuses to continue messing with them, but I didn’t have much of a choice.  I could either continue using the other-world people for intangibility, or go back to accidentally crushing almost everything in my path.  Obviously, I chose the former.

I'd already gotten a decent number of buildings jotted down with the help of a few oblivious puppets, when I felt something tugging at me.  I don't know how else to explain it.  I imagine the feeling's similar to the force between two magnets passing by, skating just close enough to feel the pull of the other half without actually touching it.  Stopping in the middle of writing down another contender for my list, I followed the absurd feeling toward a congested street corner.  I stood there for almost ten minutes looking for the source of my odd state.  

Finally, I caught sight of someone below me looking confusedly around in the exact way I did.  I really should've expected my 'other half' to be Erica.  I’d felt this feeling a few times before while searching for her.  It seemed to be a side effect of her being under my control for far too long.  For a brief moment, I reached out to latch onto her before recoiling away as she spun around with a furious glare that made me think twice.  Oh, she can sense I'm here too.

I could tell Erica readily wanted to berate me by the infuriated way she was glaring at the empty alleyway I stood in.  However, she would look like she'd lost her mind if she started cursing out an empty side street, so she kept quiet.  Erica stood in thought for a moment before inconspicuously gesturing to the park down the street on the opposite side of the road.  I understood; she was still intent on talking to me, just in a more out-of-the-way place.  Begrudgingly, I stepped over to the park in three long strides and waited patiently for Erica to walk the two blocks over there.  

When she finally arrived, Erica sat on a bench to the side of an empty field and caught her breath.  I chuckled despite every ounce of common sense I had.  She jogged over here for six minutes just to catch up with the three steps I'd taken.  "Is something funny to you?" Erica asked annoyedly.  "Sorry," I whispered.  I needed to keep my voice as quiet as possible so no one else would hear me and wonder why they were hearing voices in the air.  "It's nothing.  How have you been?"  I tried to change the subject, but Erica saw right through me.  Literally.  "Oh, I'm doing much better now that I'm not a puppet anymore," she quipped sarcastically, "I sure hope you weren't about to do something incredibly stupid to change that."  I sighed, "I wouldn't've actually made you do anything.  I meant it as.. a tap on the shoulder.  To say hi."  Erica huffed out a half-laugh that somehow radiated the opposite of laughter.

"You told me you were leaving," she said pointedly, "Why bother lying to me?  Can't you just make me forget about you?"  "I didn't lie!  I said I'd leave you alone from now on.  I never said I'd leave your world.”  "So running into me was a coincidence, was it?"  "Yes."  "Liar."  "No, I swear it is!  I've never even seen you in this part of the city.  Why would I come here to control you if I know where you live?"  Do I even know where she lives? I thought to myself.  Last I saw of her she was packing up her things to leave.

Erica sat silently for a moment, "Then, why are you over here?"  "I could ask you the same thing."  "You first."  It was fascinating, really.  For someone so small, Erica had somehow managed to back me into a corner.  I wasn't lying to her, I honestly hadn't intended to find Erica there, but at the same time I couldn't tell her the truth about what I was doing, either.  If I did, I'd have to reveal the unnerving truth about her world being fake.  That moment in the middle of the city probably wasn't the best time to explain everything.  I could see it in her; the way she hid her fear behind a mask of anger and sarcasm.  Erica knew all too well that I could puppeteer her again right then and there if I wanted, and she couldn't do anything to stop me.  I could only imagine what might happen if I told her the whole truth of everything I could mess with.  Not just her.

So, instead of tearing down her view of the entire world, I lied in the truest way possible.  "I'm here because I was mapping out the city.  With all my new free time, I've been wandering around searching for neat places and marking them down."  Erica stared into the open space where I sat, still unconvinced.  "Prove it."  I hesitated for a second, then slid the unfinished map out my pocket and unfolded it on the ground.  

Once I was sure no one was nearby, I let the paper go and it slowly faded into view.  I could hear the breath hitch in Erica's throat as a map the size of her old apartment appeared from thin air.  She stepped off the bench and onto the grass to examine my evidence.  "What do these X's mean?" she asked, pointing to a few buildings that had been sketched with two slashes over them.  "Those are the places I want to revisit once I finish the map."  Obviously I wasn't going to tell her they were really marking the twin buildings.  I quickly folded the piece of paper back up, causing it to vanish again.  I didn't want her looking it over for too long, just in case I'd jotted something down that had to do with her world.

Finally convinced I wasn't out there just to stalk her, Erica gave me a satisfied nod and returned to the park bench to collect her things.  "Hold on," I whispered before she could leave, "It's your turn to tell me what you're doing over here."  "I.." Erica hesitated, slowly turning back to me.  She suddenly looked a lot more tired than she had a minute ago; her angry facade had dropped.  "I'm lost.  I went to a new hairstylist that opened in this side of the city, and now I have no clue where I parked the car.  I know it was across the street from the aquarium, but I've only been there, like, once besides today."  The aquarium was definitely on my map.  In fact, it was one of the buildings that had a twin.  "I know where it is," I ventured, "I could take you there if you like."  

"You want to help me?" Erica asked coldly, "Gee, that sounds like a great idea.  I'll just blindly accept your help like I did last time.  Who knows, if I'm lucky I might end up as your little puppet by the end of the day."  She hadn't even said all that much, but her words still stung regardless.  I backed away guiltily and shifted onto my knees, ready to leave.  "I'm sorry," I mumbled, "Shouldn't have asked."  Erica sighed and I froze, partially standing.  She looked up at me from beneath the leafy green trees that shaded the park.  Though she couldn’t see me, she could still tell fairly well where I was.  Slowly, I knelt back down as her expression clouded with confliction.  Erica’s mouth opened and closed silently for a few minutes.  I expected her to give me some speech about how it was wrong to do what I'd done to her, which I completely understood, but she surprised me.  "Can I see that map one more time, please?"  

If she had asked me to bring her the moon or the stars instead, I would've gladly done it.  Anything to stop the gut wrenching guilt that whispered you're a monster over and over in my head.  I'd been avoiding Erica for this reason as well.  Whenever I saw her, or even thought about her, I felt the need to compensate for everything I'd done.  Apparently, she felt as if I were trying to deceive her again, but that was far from the truth.  I only wanted to prove that I could be better; for Erica, obviously, but for myself too.  The image of her hanging terrified between my fingers over the cliffside refused to leave my head.  Then there was that time I’d caught her in bed, crying.. presumably because of what I’d done to her.

I gladly spread the map out on the grass for Erica to examine.  She mutely traced the path between the park we stood in and the aquarium without a single glance at me.

After an excruciatingly dead silence, she spoke.  "Thank you, for helping me.  I.. I think you're just trying to gain my trust, but-  I'll trust you in my own time, you know?"  I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding.  "Alright."  Another heavy silence.  "Can I take the map now?"  Erica nodded and I stashed it away.  "If it's alright with you," she interjected before I could leave, "You can get places a lot faster than I can.  Would you mind waiting by my car until I get there?  Just so I don't get lost again?  We have this weird connection of some sort; I was thinking of using it like a compass."  I was so shocked by her offer I forgot to reply.  "It's fine if you don't want to.  I mean, I did just rudely deny your help a moment ago."  "No, I.. I'll meet you there."  

Erica was right; it took me very little time to find the aquarium.  I sat beside it, intangibly peering in at the sea lion show that was taking place when I'd arrived.  Eventually, I could feel the magnet-esque tug that told me Erica was nearby.  She glanced across the busy street at the space she assumed I was sitting in and mouthed thank you before driving off.  I tried to shake away the gloomy guilt and instead thought through the positives.  Miraculously, Erica was making an effort to be nice to me, despite my mistakes.  Honestly, her talking to me at all was an improvement, so long as she wasn't hurting me with bitter words.

Over the course of the next few weeks, I bumped into Erica several times — all purely unintentionally.  We both had things to do in similar places.  Erica had errands to run and her job, and I wanted to map out the city where all those things were located.  We never said much to each other.  In fact, we couldn’t have a conversation of any kind without drawing attention to ourselves.  However, Erica no longer suspected anything horrible of me.  She’d nod knowingly in my direction, and we’d both continue on with our lives.  

We’d only come close to talking once — when I happened to walk by as Erica was getting a parking ticket.  The moment she sensed my presence, she began gesturing for me to deal with the officer every time their back was turned.  I hesitated, wondering if it was a test to see if I would control them.  Honestly, I think that was what she wanted, but I decided to deal with things differently.  Returning to my world for a split second, I grabbed a single plastic bill and willed it to become 100 dollars as I stepped back through.  

Thankfully, there was an empty lot on the other side of the road where I could appear without destroying anything.  Erica looked beyond relieved when she sensed me re-appear.  Cautiously, I reached out over her car and waited until the officer turned to their vehicle for something.  The moment they did, I nudged her arm very lightly with one finger, opening my hand to reveal the fresh bill.

Just as I’d suspected, Erica seemed confused by my offer.  She had wanted me to control them — likely to avoid being given a ticket at all.  A moment later, she nodded at me, realizing that I was only trying to avoid what had made her so angry with me in the first place.  I latched on to intangibility and stepped away, figuring that giving her the money she needed was enough interaction with her for the day.  It was how I’d ended up in that situation in the first place, after all.  I certainly didn’t want to repeat any of my mistakes.

Three weeks after the incident with the map, I officially heard from Erica again.  By that time, I'd completely mapped out the city and had moved on to measuring how far the table in my world extended in this one.  The scale was more than a little bit off, which both confused and frustrated me.  I was passing by Erica's house, trying to determine how far the mountains were from the city with a distance tracker, when I noticed an arrow made from fallen branches in her yard.  The arrow pointed to a large flat rectangle lying on the lawn.  I slowed to examine it.  Erica's car wasn't in the driveway, so I couldn't ask what the thing was, but it had 'to the giant' scrawled on it so I assumed it was for me.  I picked up the rectangle of what seemed to be poster board and turned it over curiously.

It was a note, written out in large letters so I could read them without straining my eyes.

I don't know if you're ever coming back here, but if you find this I want you to know that-

The rest of the letter was written in slightly different penmanship, as though she'd stopped writing for a while before continuing with the rest.

I'm ready for us to meet up again.  Just to be clear, this is NOT me forgiving you.  I want to move on from what happened, and I hope you do too.  After all, you were only trying to help me, albeit in a very backwards way.  If you can find sometime for us to talk, I’m willing to.

It looked like Erica had tried to fit more onto the poster board, but ran out of room writing in a font big enough for me to read.  My heart leapt faster in my chest as I re-read what she'd written.  It had been a while since we'd talked, and even then, we'd never actually had a normal conversation.  Maybe things weren’t as hopeless as I thought!  Remember, I thought to myself, trying to calm down, she hasn't forgiven you, so take it easy.  One step at a time.  You're overwhelming enough as it is.  However small a step the note may be, progress is progress, and I was grateful for it.

#what was that weird lightning tho? #other-world universe #g/t #giant tiny

[stupidzeldaaus]

Okay- here we go-

The Steampunk Minish AU

I'll leave a whole bunch of explanations under the cut because it's a mess. There's a lot....

Okay getting the minish themselves out of the way first- these are just three of them.

So first off is the minish girl with a mini guardian sword. She's the reason it turned into spirit tracks brainrot so it was fitting to give her an outfit based off of the engineers outfit.

She has a grappling hook as well, which is mostly for scaling up tables, chairs, and bookshelves in the Hateno Ancient Tech Lab. And the guardian sword, due to being effective against guardians, is used to sever connections inside of them.

I had a sibling ask (around the vaatea au) if the minish used acorns as coffee cups so she has coffee in an acorn. She needs it.

Next is this guy. I honestly haven't put much thought into him except he's probably alot older than he looks. Also I think he'd vibe with Robbie in Akkala. Those goggles he has probably move like Robbies do as well.

He was also the one who made the little guardian sword.

Oh and his tail is under his clothes. It's probably so it doesn't get in the way.

Alright- my personal favorite and also the one that will probably out me on discord cause they're based off another OC I've already shown off and do not shut up about. Anyway, they're a ray of sunshine.

So they seem to carry a lot of tools on them, some of which can't be seen. They also have a lot of belts on their jacket, which, while it seems like just a fashion statement, I think they have a use. Most likely for holding more tools. The big pockets probably have tiny nuts bolts and screws. Also snacks. They gotta make sure their partner didn't just have coffee for breakfast.

So Purah. She's actually pretty important since, not only is she a scientist, she can see them all as well. I had a theory a while back that she turned into a child to study minish and then that was cut from the game. She can see them but, can't quite understand them at that point. Maybe she makes a translator or finds a jabber nut later.

The minish trying to explain something here might be the first based off of handedness but also might be the first ones mother. The first picture has her speaking minish while the bottom has her drawing out a wrench, glasses, and a sword. The sword might be in reference to the minish cap.

Yep. They still wear leaf cloaks. But they're more for camouflage now. Botw may not have cats that I know of but they do have birds that typically eat mice. And the manga did show that yep animals can see the minish pretty well actually.

Alright- the fun part! It's mostly going to be explanation since- guardians...

Robbie studied guardians mostly so its probably his research that gave the minish the knowledge on their inner workings.

So the first picture has who I think is a younger version of the second minish.

We saw where Link had trouble climbing up sheikah walls and the minish probably had the same problem.

Theres one scene from secret world of Arrietty where they use double sided tape for climbing, and i wanted to use that but I didn't think tape was a thing invented in the zelda universe. And (after an adult timeline and beyond quest) SURE ENOUGH- Spirit Tracks wellspring station. Also possibly Purah or Robbies labs. So... I guess that can be a thing...

Secondly is the guardian labeled dead. It's been taken down. One thing I should mention- I'd like to think that if the active guardian stalkers are closer to towns or roads used regularly there's probably more of a chance that they'd be immobilized.

Plus the thought of the scene from revenge of the sith, with the AT-AT, would probably be cool with a guardian.

The guardians probably would go even more haywire than they already were while trying to shut them down and it's probably better if there isn't a giant spider robot running into one of the stables.

Link ran into this guardian, and knows he didn't take it down. So who or what did...?

There's a third unfinished doodle that I couldn't bring myself to finish, mainly because i couldn't figure out anything about the inside of a guardian. What I know is that there are gears, shafts, springs, and cores. I wanted initially to let them meet the hylian champion but- this link is more of an adult and he probably can't see them.

Finally- I did say it devolved into spirit tracks.

The first picture is a book on New Hyrule, which is covering the Spirit Train, The Hero of Spirits, and Byrne apparently. This book might have been lost somewhere in Hyrule Castle, since I'd like to believe the royal family would keep track of all the legends and history of Hyrule.

Finally, the final picture.

So the minish girl (Okay they all really need names...) is trying to decide on how to power the train. Sheikah technology or Lokomo technology. Two very different technologies.

They are not the same. Not even remotely.

The train she's in the middle of sketching was from the ST concept art. Apparently the book she was reading didn't have much on steam power.

(But that doesn't mean it's the only book. If I had to guess there's most likely a few more books on the technology from new hyrule.)

I'd like to have eventually a train going from Akkala to Hatenos lab, and eventually go across all of Hyrule

Anyway thanks for reading through! I know it was a mess.

#goodnight yall #it is three in the morning #well... its about an au #minish cap #breath of the wild #spirit tracks #minish #purah #legend of zelda #art #this is art #look theres art

[1987vampire]

Tim's Playlist

Why each song is added. Updated as I add songs.

Basement - Covet Mainly just the vibes of the song. You are/ Everything/ My most/ Demanding Dream

Using - Sorority Noise Also, the entire song, ngl. But specifically: Started sleeping again/ Traded late nights and sheep for Vicodin/ The guilt burning in my chest set in/ I started sleeping again Started smoking again/ Guess I missed coughing my lungs up every morning/ Needed anything to keep me breathing/ To prevent my blood from bleeding

Prayer - Leith Ross It's my instinct to believe/ There is something more than me/ But I can't name what I can't see/ See, I have to belive/ There's some kind of deity/ In broken bones/ In skin that bleeds/ I can't count upon/ Heaven or Hell or law/ When I'm scared and lonely

Savior Complex - Phoebe Bridgers Smoking in the car/ Windows up/ Crocodile Tears/ Run the tap 'til it's clear For sure, wake up and start a big fire/ in our one room apartment/ But I'm too tired/ To have a pissing contest/ All the bad dreams that you hide/ Show me yours, I'll show you mine

I Don't Dance - Lee Brice THE ENTIRE FUCKING SONG. Love's never come my way/ I've never been this far/ 'Cause you took these two left feet/ And waltzed away with my heart/ No, I don't dance, but here I am/ Spinnin' you 'round and 'round in circles/ It ain't my style, but I don't care/ I'd do anything with you anywhere/ Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl/ 'Cause I don't dance

Little Pistol - Mother Mother I think I might be scared/ Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid/ And how it gets in the way

Happiness Is a Warm Gun - "Across the Universe" Cast Cover I need a fix 'cause I'm going down/ Down to the pits that I left uptown Happiness is a warm gun/ Happiness is a warm gun, momma/ When I hold you in my arms/ And I feel my finger on your trigger/ I know nobody can do me no harm

Hurt - Oliver Tree Angy Timbert vibes. I sold my soul, I'm waiting for my pay in full/ I only want your dying love, I've seen enough/ I tried, but I don't think so/ Maybe it was me who was fucking up/ I gave all I could give, but/ It seems like it never really was enough Don't speak unless you have to/ Why you always seem in a bad mood/ Your whole life you had an attitude/ One day, is that so bad for you?/ I'm sorry if I hurt you/ I'm sorry if it got that bad/ I'm sorry I can't help you/ Someboy should have had your back

Lonely Eyes - The Front Bottoms You've got me stuck to where I'm sittin'/ Lookin' at your eyes/ And I know I'm so pathetic/ I wouldn't move to save my life And if you need a little sunshine/ You could borrow some of mine/ It's okay if you're unhappy/ I would say before I leave her/ Just take a look around/ There's no one here that's happy either

Scott Pilgrim v. My GPA - Mom Jeans You think I smoke too much/ I think your friends all suck/ Can't figure out the reason why our parents fight so much/ And I've given up on luck/ But I'm happy here

Gum - Moose Blood I've been smoking too much lately, I can feel it on my chest/ But I'll stand in the garden with you/ I didn't get much sleep last night but that's alright/ It was worth it just to see you move that hair from your eyes/ And/ Smile like you do/ Stay with me tonight/ I'll kiss your head to the morning/ I'll let you sleep on my side, of the bed girl

Vanilla Baby - Billie Marten Standing tall, no brick in the wall/ I take care of myself/ Fickle is as fickle does/ As solitary links I am only as good as you want me to be/ I don't pick up the phone if I don't want to speak/ I am only as good as you want me to be/ I don't know what I'm doing/ It's easy to see

Naruto Themed Sexting - Panucci's Pizza Well, if you come inside/ I promise to keep you warm/ I'm sorry if I scared you/ When I slammed the car door/ But that doesn't matter now/ You're still plastered on my walls/ And I just can't bring myself to cover you

Lose it - SWMRS Just the vibes. No specific lyrics.

Vermillion pt.2 - Slipknot She is everything to me/ The unrequited dream/ A song that no one sings/ The unattainable I catch in my throat/ Choke/ Torn into pieces/ I won't, no/ I don't want to be this/ But I won't let this build up inside of me

I'm on Fire - Bruce Springsteen This is jus cuz it's in the second chapter of Dear Diary, when she sees Masky for the first time so

The Girl - City and Colour I wish I could do better by you/ Cause that's what you deserve/ You sacrifice so much of your life/ In order for this to work When you cry, a piece of my heart dies/ Knowing that I may have been the cause/ If you were to leave/ Fulfill somoene else's dreams/ I think I might totally be lost

Mary On A Cross - Ghost But through all the sorrow/ We were riding high/ And the truth of the matter is/ I never let you go, let you go You go down just like Holy Mary/ Mary on a, Mary on a cross/ Your beauty never ever scared me

All I've Ever Known - Hadestown Cast I was alone so long/ I didn't even know I was lonely/ Out in the cold so long/ I didn't even know i was cold/ Turned my collar to the wind/ This is how it's always been/ All I've ever known is how to hold my own/ All I've ever known is how to hold my own/ But now i wanna hold you, too

Opera House - Cigarettes After Sex I've got a love for you that I just can't escape/ All of my love for you cuts me like barbed wire/ I was meant to love you and always keep you in my life/ I was meant to love you,/ I knew I loved you at first sight

Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex Watching the video that you sent me/ The one where you're showering with wet hair dripping/ You know that I'm obsessed with your body/ But it's the way you smile that does it for me/ It's so sweet, knowing that you love me/ Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet

Choke - IDKHBTFM This entire song is just. Masky vibes. Just Masky going beserker at times.

Lemon Boy - Cavetown No specific lyrics. Gives me major Brian and Tim friendship (lovers) vibes :))

Only Angel - Harry Styles Tim is a simp. Was thinking of him and seeing June for the first time outside of work. Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom floor/ I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor/ Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short/ But I think that's what I like about it.

Idea of Her - Cavetown 'Cause I can't get your name past my lips like a slur/ And I think I'm in love with the idea of her

If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn - Sleeping With Sirens How the hell did we end up like this?/ You bring out the beast in me/ I fell in love from the moment we kissed/ Since then, we've been history/ They say that love if forever/ Your forever is all that I need/ Please stay as long as you need/ Can't promise that things won't be broken/ But I swear that I will never leave/ Please stay forever with me

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Tyson Jost - Wake up - Pt. 2

Part 1

hey guys! here with part 2 of the Josty fic💜thank you so much for the reblogs and replies on the first part, it really means a lot to me when I know that someone actually enjoys something that I wrote, you know? anyway, I hope you won't be disappointed😂💞

I'm sorry in advance for any possible mistakes, feel free to correct me if you find anything😊

genre: sad at first, then it goes📈

warnings: some swear words

word count: 1.4k

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Tyson's pov:

"Hey Tyson, you wanna go for drinks tonight?" Mikko asked and as he, Andre and I exited the locker room after a game.

"Yeah, you should come, you haven't been out with us in forever." Andre agreed with him as we began walking towards the exit into the parking lot.

"I can't. I'm going to see Y/n." I told them, looking down at my phone, missing the way they glanced at each other.

"Tyson.." Andre said in kind of a nervous way, making me look up at him. "Bro, it's been two years. According to the doctors, the chance that she's ever going to wake up is small.." he trailed off, leaving me confused.

"Where exactly are you going with this?" I stopped walking and narrowed my eyes at him and he looked at Mikko for help.

"Tyson, it's just.. we think that maybe you should.. start moving on." Mikko said sadly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I was shocked. I knew the chances of Y/n waking up weren't too big, but still, the thought of moving on and finding someone new never even crossed my mind for a second.

"What?" I asked him, not believing what I just heard one of my best friends say.

"Come on Tyson. If you're not at practice or a game, you're at the hospital. You can't live like this forever." Andre said.

"Are you two fucking serious right now?" I asked them, angrily shrugging Mikko's hand off my shoulder.

"Tyson-" Mikko started but I cut him off as I gave both men in front of me an angry look.

"No, no, I've heard enough. I'm not going anywhere with you. Enjoy your fucking night." I snapped at them before leaving them behind to go to my car and driving to the hospital.

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I walked into the hospital, saying hello to the lady at the front desk before walking straight into the direction of Y/n's room.

After I got to her room and closed the door behind myself, I let out a sigh and rubbed my face with my hands before looking at Y/n and sitting down on the chair beside her bed, taking her hand into mine, bringing it to my lips and kissing the back of her palm - it has become kind of a habit by now.

She looked better now. The bruises and scratches were long forgotten, her leg was healed too. She looked as if she was sleeping. A pretty deep sleep indeed.

Every free minute I got over the last two years were spent here with her, hoping that God would hear my wishes and that she would finally come back to me.

I desperately needed her to wake up. I haven't felt genuinely happy in the last two years, the fact that she's not gone forever and that she still might wake up one day being the only thing keeping me sane. Still to this day I cry myself to sleep, thinking about what it could've been like if the accident never happened.

I looked at her face as my tears start to flow freely down my cheeks. Her lips, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do to see them smile again. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes that held this little twinkle every time you looked into them. I would kill to be able to look into those eyes right now.

"Why are you doing this to me Y/n?" I asked her through my tears, well aware that I won't get an answer. "I always told you I wouldn't able to live without you. I can't lose you, you know that." I stopped, taking a shaky breath, trying to keep myself from breaking down completely.

"You can't leave me. Please don't leave me Y/n. The boys told me today that I should move on. But I don't want to move on. I love you and I always will, I don't want to spend my life with anyone but you." I croaked out, a few sobs escaping me. "Please come back to me. Please, please wake up. I need you to wake up my love." I whispered and hung my head low, still holding her hand as I let it all out, the only sounds heard in the room being the steady beeping of the machine showing her heart rate and my quiet sobs.

Suddenly, I felt her fingers move. I picked my head up to look at her face, but her eyes were still closed. Was my mind just playing tricks on me?

I looked back down at our linked hands and I felt it again. This time a little more firmly, her fingers grasped mine. My heart started beating incredibly fast and I looked up again, only to see those gorgeous eyes I thought I'd never see again looking back at me.

"Y/n?" I whispered, tears falling, hoping this wasn't just a dream. She couldn't speak due to being intubated, so she just grasped my hand a little stronger and gave me a soft, tired smile as tears started escaping her eyes too. I quickly pressed the button behind Y/n, alarming the nurse that something happened and then reached my hand up to her face, caressing it gently. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch.

"Oh angel.." I said quietly and leaned closer to her, closing my eyes and placing a long kiss into her hair. "I thought I lost you." I added after I put my chin on top of her head.

Seconds later the door to her room opened and a nurse came in, stopping in her tracks once she saw that Y/n was awake.

"Oh my god" she said before quickly running out of the room to get a doctor.

After the doctors came in and checked on Y/n, unintubating her while I called her mum to let her know Y/n was awake, we were left alone together once again. The doctors let me know that she wouldn't be able to talk for some time, but that honestly didn't matter to me, I was just happy that I finally had her back.

"I'm so happy you're awake, my love. I really thought I lost you forever." I told her, looking at her lovingly as I tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

"I missed you so fucking much, you have no idea." I said sadly and she looked at me apologetically.

My thoughts suddenly wandered to the little box that I have been carrying around with me for the last two years, having promised myself that I would use it as soon as I got the chance.

"I have something to ask you." I said as I reached into my pocket, Y/n looking at me curiosly. As soon as she saw the little velvet box in my hands, her eyes widened as she looked at me.

"Listen. The two years without you have been fucking hell on earth for me, you know? Everything sucked. I didn't get to look into your eyes or see your beautiful smile for so long and I swear that if I had to go without it much longer, I'd go crazy. I love you so much and I realized just how quickly can everything change, so I promised myself I would do this the first chance I got." Y/n was now full on crying and covering her mouth with her hands. I stood up from the chair, kneeling on the ground beside her bed, opening the box that held a diamond ring, and looked into her eyes. I took a nervous breath before asking the question.

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will you make me the happiest person in the entire universe and marry me?" I asked hopefully. Y/n smiled and nodded her head vigorously at me. I took her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger before she grabbed my face and pulled me up to her level so she could kiss me. We kissed for a minute and then pulled away, leaning our foreheads on each other.

"I love you. And I'm never, ever letting you go."

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