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samyelbanette · 8 months

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In May 2021, I saw some random shitpost saying “Finland’s Eurovision act is giving the emo kids everything they want.”

Being an MCR stan at the time, I was like hm? well, I’m an emo kid. let’s see what this is about.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I could watch the recording of the Semifinal, legally, on Peacock. I had watched ESC once before, in 2016. But for years after that, there was no way to watch the contest in my country (at least, not without a special cable television package that I obviously didn’t have 😭). It’s never been a popular show in the United States. But.

I saw Blind Channel perform Dark Side and I immediately thought omg, they sound just like Linkin Park. I tend to think of LP as a nu-metal band, and not an emo one. But I went through a huge LP phase back in high school, so ofc I loved the song.

I demanded that my friend (who, like most Americans, had never heard of ESC up until that point) come over and watch the Grand Final with me. He went out and ordered a copy of Violent Pop the next day.

….Ironically, it took me longer to get into BC. Like. The day after ESC ended, I watched the Died Enough For You MV on YouTube, and I thought it was great. But my mind was (hyper)focused on someone else.

Måneskin won ESC 2021, and I developed an immediate special interest in them (along with a huge crush on Damiano lol). This house was in a Teatro D’Ira lockdown. I had no interest in listening to anything else but that - and Il Bello Della Vita - on repeat. I watched all the interviews and obsessively worked on a Damiano/Reader fanfic.

But then in August, something happened. My laser focus on Må began to fade. Balboa was released as a single. BC performed at Allas Sea Pool. And suddenly I was reading Niko/Joonas fics every day.

My one-track mind had switched to a different track. And there was no going back.

In October 2021, I wrote Flufftober With Blind Channel (a huge reader-insert oneshot collection). As of rn, that’s still my #1 most kudos-d fic on AO3. 😅 And then in December, I wrote my first Joeleksi fic, as part of a holiday gift exchange.

I watched Blind Channel perform on Finnish television for New Year’s Eve. And when February came, I watched them perform again at UMK 2022. I cheered for The Rasmus when they won the competition, but they never stole my heart. BC still owned it.

On March 3rd, 2022, I finally saw BC live for the first time. It was in Warrendale, Pennsylvania, on Day 1 of their tour with From Ashes To New. Their first performance on American soil.

And then on April 11th, 2022, I saw them again, at their headline show in New York City. I had the honor of meeting one of my fellow fanfic writers, pastlink! And then I met Niko and Joel after the show. 😍

It was one of the best days of my life.

Time continued to pass. ESC 2022 came and went. Kalush Orchestra were…fine. They deserved to win, but they didn’t stay on my mind after the credits rolled. Not like BC did.

LOTSAD dropped in July 2022, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be.

In October 2022, I wrote Flufftober With Blind Channel 2, this time focusing on M/M relationships.

On November 18th, 2022, I saw Måneskin live for the first time (ironic, given that I loved them first). It was at this show that I had the honor of meeting another BC writer, lnights, in person. 🖤

Then, in December 2022, I moderated my first ever fandom event - BC Blood Mass. There was some controversy in the beginning, but it ended up being a huge success. I’m still so grateful to everyone who participated.

On May 13th, 2023, the ESC Grand Finals came around again. And I finally got to do something, that I hadn’t been able to do in 2021 (or 2022): vote for Finland. 🇫🇮

On May 16th, 2023, I saw BC live for the third time, when they returned to the US and opened for Lacuna Coil. This time, I got a picture with Joel, Joonas, Olli, and Aleksi. It ended up on Joel’s Instagram story, and when I checked my notifications the next day, I got emotional.

Dozens of people from Finland and Germany and other places around the world, who I would’ve never encountered without this silly band, were saying:

Look. That’s Kelley. We know her. She’s our friend.

….And now it’s September. Goddamn. I’ve been in this fandom for two years now. I’ve written thirty-four BC fics. And I’ve made so many amazing friends. There have been many times where y’all have been kinder to me than my own family. I’m so happy to have gotten to know all of y’all.

…And there’s still more to come!!!

BC Blood Mass is coming back for December 2023. BC’s fifth album is going to drop sometime in 2024.

I can’t wait to see where this Wolfpack takes me next. 🐺🇫🇮🖤

#I got emotional and rambly about BC lol. sorry. 😅

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rockman-x · 9 months

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i've been having such strange dreams lately. tday i dreamt i was at a cathedral of sorts and suddenly it became a mansion with multiple doors with keys - regular keys and "ice keys" (they were golden with silver points). whenever i opened a door it was pitch black inside and i couldn't see a thing. at the mansion-cathedral's entrance i started hallucinating a white and black somewhat transparent creature that took on a lot of shapes, which was some kind of personification of the feelings i keep inside? and it only stopped being scary when i gave it a random name - think it was ronald, reginald, or something. i wanted it to sound ridiculous so i wouldn't be as terrified. it then became a fucked up triangle creature that looked like it came from a shitpost and i wasn't scared of it anymore. when mom (inside my dream) asked me about it i told her what happened and she was pretty supportive of my feelings and halluctinations and reconfirmed what i learned - when i name my fears and feelings it's easier to deal with them

#i probably should apply this to real life but not name my greatest fears shit like ''hilbert''

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anonymousaaaawoi · 11 months

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Random thing i wrote that made my friend almost cry lmao

A/N: this was a shitpost thing i wrote randomly at 3 am with nothing but sheer insomnia, spite, and a will to write something along the premise of "What if the love interest died?" and so this fucking thing. i have more things like this but idk if i should post and they're mainly shitty. anyway here it is:

TW: De@th.

I hold her face with my hands, trying to restore the warmth of her naturally rosy face, that now, was losing its colour and warmth, and no matter how much I shook her or called her name, she wouldn’t awaken. Her hands could no longer grip mine through the trials of life, her eyes could no longer tell what I was thinking in a glance as they were now, shut for eternity. I lean in for a kiss, wishing for one last gust of air gracing my own for one last time, wishing for her eyes to flutter open and her to kiss me back as if in some fairy tale, a miracle to occur. However, my thoughts are brought back to reality as her lips grew colder with the second, each moment making the surrounding area go black until there is nothing but me and her, and a single tear falling onto her cheek as if she were crying along with me. I was crying, who wouldn’t? when the person who finally brought happiness to your life now lay lifeless there isn’t quite much you could do but cry. However, these tears had no regret behind them, nor surprise, nor anguish, just peaceful remorse, a simple message that could transcend languages.

The night before, I had a nightmare, I saw her dying face and thought that by the moment I would awaken, it would be too late, only for me to rouse with my head against her chest, and her hand softly patting my head in reassurance, however, the soft, affectionate touches didn’t dissipate, the gut-wrenching knowledge that the one now cradling me in her arms so tightly would lose all her strength to even twitch her finger, it was haunting. We hadn’t known each other for longer than a few months, but the way I felt with her, the security, the ability to be vulnerable, it was liberating, and so, I did what my heart told me to, and so, I took her hand and kissed it, saying everything I loved about her. Everything, from the day they first met to the day they first kissed me, from the littlest expressions to her biggest achievements. The fact that she boldly came up to me and, seeing me in distress, immediately asked if I wanted a hug. How, because of her, I finally felt alive again. But now, the reason I was alive, lay lifeless in my shaking arms, my breath attempting to stall time in a fruitless attempt to reunite with my love. Maybe if I held my breath for a little longer, I could share my life with her, and take the lack of her essence into me. Becoming a shell was most welcome in exchange for her resurrection, an impossible deal I was willing to make in the beat of a heart, a deal with the devil if the opportunity ever arose. Suddenly, all my thoughts skewed across to one side as I noticed a touch of something on her now purple lips, the corners softly curled up in that unmistakable little smile I loved so much, a small message of reassurance, that no matter what, she would be with me forever and always.

#random #stories #narrative #fiction #angst #character death #idk what tags to use #its 3am

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taro-wong · 4 years

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Smash that reblog button if you’ve been a victim of physics

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luminescentauthor · 3 years

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random fun RatLD hcs

you came here for RatLD shitposts and that’s what you’re gonna get!

SPOILERS AND LOTS OF THEM BELOW THE CUT, IF U HAVEN’T SEEN IT YET PROCEED AT UR OWN RISK.

I refuse to post about this movie without acknowledging the cultural significance of the first SEA disney princess and I will continue to do so until people on this website start remembering that this movie is about amazing cultures and trust and overall a WHOLE lot more than just the sapphics (as great as they are.)

anyway, so, headcanon time, my dudes!

The Next Adventure

Talon is a total mess after everyone gets un-stoned. (Ok so just for posterity, my marvel fan brain just went “un-snapped” on instinct and I hate it here.) The two chiefs are fighting for control, and Noi, being a baby, is not really in a position to help (unlike Raya, Naamari, and Tong.)

As such, the crew has to go undercover in Talon to try and, you know, stop the chiefs from destroying their people with their infighting. Tong insists on coming. Naamari happened to be in Heart and gets dragged along by Sisu and Raya, complaining the whole time, but everyone knows she doesn’t mean it. Boun also shows up and exactly no one is surprised.

During this misadventure, Noi’s mother names Tong as Noi’s godfather/honorary uncle/whatever, undercover Naamari and Raya go “noooooo, we’re not the princesses of Fang and Heart, what on earth are you talking about???” on at least five separate occasions, and the crew discovers that Noi inherited her sticky fingers from her very clever mother. She’s basically a grade-A spy and thief but she’s also just like, genuinely a very nice woman.

Rayaari!

Raya and Naamari take a long time literally just figuring things out and reconstructing their friendship, because really, as much as I love sapphics, there’s also a whole lot of messy there, and because these are my headcanons, they work out their problems and have a healthy friendship for a couple years before any romance happens, because that’s how Real Life works and I don’t believe in ignoring those Pretty Important Things in fiction.

They do eventually start a relationship, but they take their time. A bit into it, Benja accidentally mentions that Raya told him she liked Naamari when they met. Naamari’s like “ha you did?” and Raya goes “BA NO.” Then Virana immediately says “oh yes, Naamari also liked her, she didn’t stop crying because she thought Raya turned to stone for like three days” and Raya goes “you did, hmm???” while Naamari turns bright red.

Before they start dating, as their feelings grow, they start calling each other “dep la” more and more and everyone is just kinda of like “oh my GOD just date already???”

Eventually Raya and Naamari get married and become the leaders of Kumandra. No I Won’t Change My Mind.

Unification of Kumandra

The unification of Kumandra felt a bit shoehorned, and I suspect the nations aren't united under one leader(s): it's more that they're now becoming close-knit again. Perhaps they have a meeting council of all their leaders that makes decisions that affect the whole land, otherwise that probably becomes a thing at some point.

When Kumandra eventually becomes totally unified, the capital of Heart (which I believe is on the island we see on the map of Kumandra) eventually becomes the capital. It still has five provinces/states, though.

Fang and Heart

Heart and Fang help each other out a lot with recovering from the “most of our people got turned into the statues” stuff. Heart has more resources, but most of its people have been stone for 6 years. So the two states/countries are both capable of different things.

Of all the kingdoms, Heart and Fang have the most to rebuild: Fang’s only standing city was destroyed in the finale of the movie, while Heart has been growing over for six years. Sure, Spine’s been stone for a while, and some of Talon’s docks and water ships and whatnot collapsed when the water vanished, but it’s still significantly easier to repair than “six years of overgrowth and rot and rust” or “literally the ground collapsed underneath us and wow um I don’t think that’s reparable.” So they really team up to fix it, and the others help them a lot.

The actual leaders stay in their capitals to lead until things have calmed down a WHOLE lot, so Raya and Naamari travel around Kumandra on their parents’ behalf a lot, and wind up going between Fang and Heart a lot to establish diplomatic relations and also to help with rebuilding.

Over this period, and while doing diplomatic meetings later on, Virana and Benja come to realize that the other person is actual quite decent. There’s some mess and distrust because of Virana’s thing with the Dragon Gem, but it eventually gets worked out. (Virana’s reaction is “yes that’s fair. In my defense, I was trying to do what I thought was right for my people, who were starving, but Yes, That’s Fair.” Benja’s reaction is “honestly if your people were starving from famine and you thought the Gem would help, that makes more sense.”) After a while, they become pretty good friends.

And suddenly Raya and Naamari regret everything. See, Naamari mentioned that both parents make terrible jokes. The girls are Suffering. Help them.

Sisu loves the bad jokes. Sisu also makes bad jokes. Raya and Naamari are silently dying.

It’s silly, but I like the idea that 3-4 years down the line, Virana and Benja consider getting married just for political reasons (alliance and all that) (they’re not actually interested in each other, it’s just practicality) and Naamari and Raya, who are not dating but are definitely in deep for each other at this point, are immediately like “NO. NO. DO NOT MAKE MY CRUSH MY STEPSISTER. DO NOT.”

Virana and Benja (mostly Benja) tease them by “considering” it for a bit longer, but they don’t, since they talked about it and both kids are uncomfortable with it. (”They like each other, don’t they?” Virana asks dryly. “Ohhh yeah,” Benja replies.)

Music? Music!

I was listening to a youtube mix this morning and “Too Far Gone” by Hidden Citizens popped up and it just reminded me of Raya’s attitude towards Kumandra at the start of the movie. Also it’s just a beautiful song.

“Knife in my Back” by Alec Benjamin is Raya @ Naamari before they figured things out, change my mind.

Other Stuff!

We can guess based off how long it took the crew to get from Tail to Fang even with side adventures (I think it was 3-4 days max, I wasn't totally paying attention) that one can navigate from one end of the river to the other within a couple days even in a boat like Boun's, and the royal families probably have even faster modes of transportation. (I.e. Naamari got from Tail to Fang in a couple days, then to Spine, then beat the crew back to Fang. On land.) Therefore, unlike I was originally thinking, it's actually totally realistic for the crew to be visiting each other once or twice a month.

It's even more realistic for Naamari to crash Raya's place on a weekly basis, since that's probably like six hours on cat at max.

I don't know what the cats are, so I will be calling them saber-cats until someone corrects me.

TUMBLR JUST MYSTERIOUSLY STOPPED ACCPTING MY "E" KY HLP I HAV TO US COPY PAST

Wait I think I fixed it. Crisis averted! Sorry about that.

Because Naamari is in Heart half the time, Virana visits quite frequently too. It’s not a long trip, anyway.

Virana is not straight (haircut) but I can’t decide if she’s a lesbian or what. She doesn’t have a spouse and never did. Only those Virana closely trusts know who Naamari’s dad is. Naamari does know and she’s met him, because Virana figured she had a right to. He and Virana never had a relationship, Virana just sort of needed an heir and a trusted personal friend offered to father the kid.

Tong’s wife is a total badass and instantly fits in with the crew. She and Noi’s mother quickly become very close friends.

Noi and Tong’s kid also immediately get along. As in, they constantly throw things at each other while giggling madly and both love the Ongis, and -- are they whispering to each other in that corner?? They might be conspiring to take over the world. Who knows.

Noi learns how to talk and becomes about 5 times more chaotic. Everyone is Regret (except Tong.)

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meggie-stardust · 3 years

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GUNDAM WING - REWATCH - 48 - 49

We’ve reached the end...

48. Take Off Into Confusion

Throwing us right in with “Gotta do better. I’m over here.” Totally Classic Treize.

Let’s wax philosophical Treize, right in the middle of a battle field.

Wufei is a monogamous fighter

This is some sexy foreplay

The scientists have a plan, but we need to somehow going to sneak 5 of us into Peacemillion...? It’s not a very good plan is it?

There’s a big chance Libra will crash into Canada… sorry Canada 🤷🏼‍♀️

Zechs: if they both crash, they’ll have an eternal winter; IDK Zechs, in Eva they get an eternal summer after the Second Impact, so which is right?

“Like me, Zechs Marquise.” What a line Zechs.

I don’t like the helmet touch between Heero and Relena.. and this isn’t because I’m not a 1xR shipper. It’s just weird, and feels out of character for Heero, and kind of tacked on?

Also, since when did Heero promise to protect Relena? I remember threatening to kill her a few times... I don’t think those words mean the same thing?

Relena gets an NCIS freeze frame there

Dorothy: Let’s have a sexy foreplay sword fight. I’ve learned everything I know from my cousin Treize.

Dorothy is nut bar, and it’s so wonderful. My dad died and I hate it, so I’m gonna die too.

Aww Dorothy is gonna make Quatre cry

“But Heero is on a suicide mission.” And that’s different from normal, how?

Heavyarms using his arms like they’re, you know, heavy

Trowa and Duo meeting in battle: We’re dudes and can’t tell each other that we care, but take care and, you know, don’t die

The scientists get to ride in the bat wings?! I bet that’s like when you’re a kid and get to ride in the back-back seat of a station wagon (am I dating myself here?)

Rashad: “Fellow Comrades: no one is allowed to die until we see master Quatre.”

Dorothy read Watchmen and was like, if we create one huge war, then they’ll all come together in peace

Quatre: Trowa taught me to not shy away from my kindness…. DID HE THO? WHEN????

Treize and Wufei: I want to fight you fair and square: why don’t you have sword fight on this spaceship

Treize: I couldn’t kill someone who understood me. I’m not gonna cry.

Treize is so amazing. All the people who died for him. You’re crying.

He has such presence.

Wufei sobbing. I didn’t think I’d win. OK, I AM CRYING

Treize WAS splendid

Earth declared defeat but White Fang will still crash the ship into earth…

Relena looking for Heero: I’ll just jump out into space and float around until I find him.

49. The Final Victor

No narrator. Just jumping right into the episode since we are still in the middle of a battle, people.

This is a long con Zechs: to create such a horrible disaster that people want pacifism. No way should that have worked.

Noin is just going to sit there and watch and do nothing. You started off so strong, Noin and then.... nothing.

Noin should probably just put that western shirt on and mosey out into the sunset

Zechs: I’ve got 99k problems and they are all dead people who fought for total pacifism for me

How funny would it be Duo drops the scientists off and like 2 are dead and one has an arm hanging off. Oops.

Everyone’s long con came is intense. Une was also here for total pacifism, too? Feels weird that she had to murder Relena’s dad for that...

Howard will just lay some science on everyone so that we know why we can’t drop a battleship on earth

Trowa is just gonna lecture Dorothy. He’s not mad, he’s just disappointed. Dorothy can’t take such stoic disappointment.

Quatre is such a spoil sport. Non-alochollic champaign. Lame. No wonder I don’t like you.

Let’s televise this fight to earth and space, so just random people understand what’s happening in space

CANS was part of operation mentor??

The Scientists: We’re gonna interfere once more. KABOOM We blew everything up, including ourselves. YOLO

Heero and Zechs using the ZERO system are like two drunk people having a debate over something dumb while all their friends look on annoyed

The colonies are just covering all their bases, by choosing sides again this late in the game.

Zechs doubling down just because he doesn’t want to admit he’s wrong is fantastic

Obligatory it’s just a flesh wound reference

SO let me get this straight. Knoweldge goes from Heavyarms to Trowa to Quatre?

The Maganacs riding into the battle at the last moment like a calvary movie

Heero learned from Trowa, too. Learned how to run out of bullets. Hey-o.

No you blow up, no you blow up.

Sally: I believe in him, he can defy physics and science

Heero: I will survive Hey hey. But like, the Cake version

Wow bringing Just Communication back. Amazing. OK, It’s better than Rhythm Emotion. There I said it.

Look at those mentors, from project mentor

Who’s grave was she putting flowers on if not Zechs??

Relena: Next time hand it to me in person; Heero: Ok bye forever

Thoughts:

There are so many moments were characters are like THIS person did this, or THIS person said that. AND WHEN? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN??? Off screen, because that ain’t in the series, guys.

I could write a whole essay one the last battle between Treize and Wufei and boy does it stand up to everything I remembered. A+ Great work, Lads.

But the rest of these last two episodes... visually they look amazing and we get some great fights. But the plot? Really? Everyone was in for this long con of having such a big fight that everyone would want pacifism? Like, what if Treize and Zechs just talked to the Gundam Pilots?

The whole first 1/2 to 3/4 of the show is set up so well, and everything is so slowburn, that I had to make a chart for when characters learn each other’s names. But suddenly Heero comes in and FINALLY does something right, and saves the day.... and the show is over???

We get no aftermath? Suddenly Relena WHO IS FIFTEEN is a Vice Foreign Minister? And Heero probably left her some important info and she just tears it up. UGH I HATE IT

What I think I remember for the next episode(s):

So, before @mpanighettiand I watch Endless Waltz, we have decided to watch the Operation Meteor OVA, which neither of us have seen before, and has this description: Set immediately after the ending of the Gundam Wing series (and thus before Endless Waltz), this OVA features a series of 7 clips, one from each pilot's point of view as well as a beginning and ending. The clips give a glimpse into what happened to all five characters in the direct aftermath of the final battle against White Fang. After we watch this, we will head into Endless Waltz, and I am excited to revisit that, as I think I only watched it like twice, but I remember the ending because I thought it was the ending to the series. So don’t worry, you haven’t seen the last of my shitty recaps and shitposts.

#gundam wing rewatch 2020 #gundam wing #gundam memes #thisweekingundamwing #take off into confusion #the final victor

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livian-lucifenia · 4 years

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Another Soft Fic™

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This is like a prologue to the eboy AU, which has 10 different variations at this point, bc my mind takes things and runs with them.

They're about 15-16-ish and just staring to develop their individual clothing styles. Green's got a bit of a soft grunge thing going on, and Red is the softest pastel boy there is.

Green's jacket is basically the one he wears in HGSS, except it's all black, denim, and has a bunch of holes in random spots. (definitely didn't base it on an jacket I have irl. nope. not at all.)

I will read this over later and make corrections where needed, bc this was written while I was running on 2 hours of sleep.

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Red hated airports.

Too many people, too much noise, and never enough space.

But for right now, he hated it a bit less. Green was here, and so was Daisy, and his mom.

He could cling to Green's side and avoid the intimidating crowds, listen to his voice and tune out the chattering of other people. It was as if Green himself was Red's safety bubble. With him around, he wasn't as afraid of venturing out of his comfort zone.

And that's what made Red so scared to see Green leave for Kalos.

His security blanket in human form was leaving for three years, and he was terrified. He'd already cried over it once this morning, and was trying his best to keep his emotions in check while sitting next to Green.

"I have about twenty minutes before boarding starts. You wanna go grab a snack or something?", Green said, nudging Red's shoulder.

Red felt the sting in his eyes again. He only had twenty minutes left with him? "Can we... just stay here?", he asked quietly, staring down at his lap.

"Yeah, that's fine. Are you okay?"

"Hm?"

"You've been really quiet- Well, more quiet than usual."

Red rubbed his arm, "It's just cold in here..." And I've been thinking about you all day, because I don't want you to leave.

"Oh, then...", Green moved forward on his seat, taking off his black jacket and handing it to Red, "Here."

"But you're leaving soon...", he looked down at the jacket, thumbs rubbing over the worn, soft denim.

"Keep it."

"Wh-What?"

"It's getting kinda small for me, so just keep it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I was gonna give it to you anyway. I know black clothes aren't your thing, but I thought it would be a nice parting gift.", He smiled, watching Red put on the jacket. It was a bit too big, and stood out against his light colored clothing, but looked good on him nonetheless.

The warmth of the jacket felt good against Red's arms, and the familiar smell of Green's cologne helped calm him. He really was going to miss Green. A lot more than he originally thought. With that sudden realization, the first couple tears fell from his eyes. Red heard Green softly call his name and hesitantly turned to look at him.

Green frowned, "If I had known you were this upset over me leaving, I would have tried to spend more time with you. I'm sorry...", he leaned over, wrapping his arms around Red. He could feel each sharp inhale as Red tried to stop crying. It made him feel horrible to know that he had to leave him like this, and couldn't comfort him.

Red returned the embrace, holding on to Green's shoulders tightly. It felt nice, having Green hold him. But he knew it was short-lived, and that any minute now he would have to let go and watch Green leave.

Sure enough, the boarding announcement sounded through the airport and Red felt his heart sink. He held on to him tighter, hands gripping his black t-shirt.

"Red, I... I have to go.", Green reluctantly released his hold, "I promise I'll call everyday.", he said, wiping some of Red's tears away.

Red nodded sadly, completely removing himself from Green. "I'll miss you..."

"I'll miss you too, Red.", he stood up, grabbing his backpack from the floor in the process.

Red's mom and Daisy came over to say their goodbyes while Red pulled Green's jacket around himself. He was trying his best not to cry again, but when he saw Green turn away to leave, he couldn't stop. Without realizing it, he took a few steps forward, as if his feet moved on their own to follow Green. He watched as Green approached the gathering crowd of people, and suddenly stopped, turning back to look in their direction.

When he looked back at Red, he knew he couldn't leave him like this. He only had a few short minutes to spare, but it was enough. Green ran back to him, hugging him one last time, "I'll see you during spring break. Please don't cry anymore..."

Green pulled away to look at him, his hand moving up to hold Red's face before leaning back in and kissing him. He could taste Red's strawberry chapstick, feel his soft skin beneath his fingertips, and Arceus he didn't want to leave him. He pulled away, only to press a couple more quick kisses to his lips, "I'll call as soon as I get settled in, okay?", he said quietly.

Red's eyes fluttered open and looked up into Green's, he nodded, "Please stay safe..."

"I will, don't worry."

One last soft, slow kiss and then he was gone for real this time.

Red smiled, sliding his hands into the pockets of Green's jacket, maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

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First new fic I've written in a while, and I'm not exactly proud of it, but whatever.

If you liked this, feel free to scroll through my blog and read some of my other stuff!! There's, AUs, old fics, edits, prompts, and shitposts galore 💜💜

🖤Asks and replies are always welcomed!!🖤

#namelessshipping #originalshipping #red x green #green x red #namelessshipping au #originalshipping au #namelessshipping fanfiction #originalshipping fanfiction #eboy au

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heretyc · 4 years

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“owo? is for me?” | Val crackfic because today is just full of surprises [ooc Val, obviously]

YES this is bad but IT’S MEANT TO BE HDSFSJDFFDSADSFDSF |

I use he/him pronouns for Val in this. I’m warning you now. [Do ppl still care abt their pronouns/sex or did that debate die a longggg time ago]

I really do not know what would happen if an outsider went to Temple Gate [Blake doesn’t count because he was ‘the father’, not rlly an outsider per se] so I made you/the MC a ‘god[dess]’ in this scenario ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ when do I NOT make the reader a holy figure? Hm? [MC is gender neutral, yipee]

This shitstorm is inspired by my previous shitpost

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

This place was familiar, and yet you didn’t know whether to panic or stare at the scenery in awe.

Last time you checked, you were playing Outlast 2 for the fun of it. You had already completed it, so at this point you were just playing it for the thrills.

A couple of minutes after you started your first game, you had blinked a little too hard to push back the burn of craved sleep that caressed your eyelids. Blinking was a common human activity and you did it all your life. But why did this blink suddenly bring you to Temple Gate? The land of the STD’s and murder? God really seems to hate you, doesn’t he?

The crows that sit upon the branches seem to think so, as they cackle to each other, almost as if they were laughing at your displeasure.

If blinking transported you into your video games, you really should blink while playing those pet simulators.

You’d kill to pet an animal right now.

All you have to do right now is pray. Pray that there is no crazed cultist around the corner, ready to sacrifice you to the gluttonous, lust crazed moron with an ego the size of the sun.

If you remember correctly [it’s hard to remember shit when you’ve been transported into a horror game, but I digress, what does an author know?], you’re close to the spot where Blake experiences his first flashback.

You - Blake, if you wanna get technical - were here when you blinked. This is where you left Blake standing before getting fucked over by the gods of alternate timelines.

You walk along the little stream of rushing water, trying to think about how this happened, when a little reminder clawed through your head;

yeah, Blake had his first flashback up here, but you know what else happened?

His wife got abducted by Val, just a couple of feet away from where you stand, and Blake got straddled.

But would Val even come for you? You’re not Blake. Blake is gone. Do we even know Blake?

Lynn isn’t here either. Val only really went for Blake and Lynn. You’re not carrying anything holy. [Unless you’re wearing an Outlast shirt. Then yeah, he’d go for you. That shit is holy.]

He wouldn’t go for a random ass person. Neither the New Testament or Heretics have attempted to slaughter you yet, so if you’re lucky, you’re invisible and you can find a way out of this.

Your theory of invisibility has proven to be false, however, when you feel a force push you onto your stomach.

“I found them, our God,” hot breath forces its way to the back of your neck, and frankly, it’s fucking gross. Arizona was hot enough as it is, and the random guy behind you had the audacity to breathe on you? Nasty.

“Hey!” He shouts behind him as he forcefully pushes you onto your back, with a hand pushing down on your abdomen to keep you down. Now that you see them face to face, the New Testament members look oddly intimidating. Not only that, but this one smells like old blood and failure.

You shrivel your nose in disgust, while he eagerly states that he ‘found God’ to his buddies that took their sweet ass time walking up to the two of you.

“Wait until Papa Knoth sees this!” One speaks up, obviously excited about potentially pleasing the prophet, and you can feel the tears invade your eyes.

You’re not upset about being caught, no, you’re upset about having to probably see Knoth. Oh god, why you? Why? Why?

You never thought you’d be happy to hear quiet groans and moans, but you were. The Heretics were so vocal. You were glad to hear them for once in your life.

When the noise of bare feet and boots hit the rocks beneath you, the New Testament members go silent. “Shh,” the one holding you sounds a little fearful.

He’s almost haunting when he turns his face to look at you; his pupils are as small as a freckle as he stares into your soul. He whispers, “Heretics.”

That’s all that he’s able to say, because a Heretic rips him off of you and twists his neck until a crack blesses the air.

You can finally breathe without having to smell rotting blood. All you can really smell is mud now, but it’s better than innards and the eagerness to please.

The Heretic lets the lifeless body fall to the ground; he was more interested in ‘staring’ at you rather than help the body down to prevent noise.

...Was he staring at you? His head was staring in your direction, but with the mud coating his eye area, it’s kinda...difficult to tell.

He’s quick in grabbing your shoulders and pinning them to the ground though, so that proves you right.

The cracking of boots hitting pebbles is satisfying but also a little unnerving; you KNOW Val is coming, there’s nothing you can do to stop him and you had to expect this, but he has followers that will kill you in a heartbeat. What if you did something he didn’t like?

Just as expected, Val appears like lightning from a storm, and shoves his fingers through the last member’s eyes as if they were butter. It was effortless.

“I watched my father,”

Here it comes.

“uwu your god...”

...The fuck?

“...to death.”

Did you really just hear a cultist say uwu? What drugs are you on?

The eyeless corpse collapses onto the ground with a thump as if it was weightless, and the infamous blonde turns to walk over to you while staring at you with eyes as cold as ice.

“God doesn’t uwu you,” he straddles you, and in the moment you couldn’t care less, because what kind of fucking cultist says “uwu” OUT LOUD?

“not like I do.” He ends his iconic phrase and begins to lick your face as if it was ice cream.

You’re questioning how much marijuana you probably smoked once he shapes his hands into finger guns and pushes his pointer fingers together, tip against tip. His expression could be compared to that of a lost puppy.

This shit never happened in the game when you played it.

“Are you here for me?”

"...What?”

Did you say that out loud? Oh, you did. Oops.

He keeps his pointers attached. The only thing that changes about him is a smile creeping up on his face, and an expression that basically tells you he knows you don’t belong here.

“You aren’t from here. You came here for a reason, I know it.” He chuckles a little bit.

Now the air is filled with silence. Is it awkward? Yeah, but only to you.

Val and his little followers are looking at you like they expect you to say something.

So you do to prevent your demise.

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’m here for you.” You try to say it as convincingly as possible. Can they smell lies? If so, you’re fucked.

“Oh, swell!” He climbs off of you and motions to the Heretics, “bring them home. We have some...uwuing, to do.”

Welp. That’s certainly code for you’re gonna die.

Whether it’s by a knife or by cringing so hard your neck snaps off.

Have fun with that.

#i au val smells like petrichor #<3!!!!!#u heard it here folks #KINKSHAME ME #not me rewatching val scenes just to write this more accurately.#their voice makes me feel better for some reason

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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WTF is Cats About?

ralbert and cats the musical :)

warnings: none, cept cats the musical (if ur a cats stan, i swear im not making fun of it,,,,just,,,,,cats)

ship: ralbert

word count: 1577

editing: no lmao...CATS

Albert likes to think he’s gotten used to all of Race’s funny quirks and little habits. He’d long since given up on getting him to stop biting his nails and the whole twirling his hair while he relaxes thing is pretty endearing. But there are some things that still surprise him.

Like his utterly amazing habit of withholding big life changes until they’re glaringly important and then announcing them as if he’s commenting on the weather.

Which is why Albert basically spits his tea all over his laptop one morning when Race announces he’s been cast in the fucking Broadway revival of Cats.

Fucking Cats.

Albert doesn’t even know what Cats is about. Not that he’s ever really had the desire to know. The whole show is a little too...furry for him.

It had been a mild Sunday morning up until then. The sky was clear and blue and the sun rays hit just right on their bed, waking them up, but not disturbing them. They’d lounged around for a few hours, switching between lazy morning cuddles and tiredly making out. Life since moving to the City together had been exhilarating. The freedom they’d once yearned for so heavily was finally at their fingertips, lending them the time to focus on their dreams and basking in the post college glow of their early adulthood.

Race worked at the local pizza joint when he wasn’t auditioning for whatever he could find casting calls for (which apparently included fucking Cats the fucking musical). It was a good gig for him; it kept him busy and entertained. Something Albert struggled to do single-handedly.

Albert on the other hand worked at a dingy mechanics shop a few blocks away, fixing up old cars on the side while working his way through the prestigious culinary grad program he’d somehow managed to get into. All in all, they were doing well for themselves as 24 year olds living alone in New York City.

Somehow, they’d managed to drag themselves out of bed and into the kitchen, where Albert fixed them a modest breakfast of omelettes before docking at the counter to sort through some emails.

Race was sitting next to him, absentmindedly petting Chips, their orange tabby, when he states, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert pauses mid-type, glancing up at his boyfriend, who’s still intently looking at Chips, running his hand down the length of his back, “You what!?”

Race takes a deep breath, then repeats, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert’s been rendered speechless by Race plenty of times in his 6+ years of knowing him. But he’s never felt quite as...dumbfounded before.

“You got cast...in Cats?” He asks slowly, before shaking his head and backing up, “Wait, no, hang on, hang on...you auditioned for fucking Cats?”

Race ducks his head, a blush forming under his collar and around his ears, “Uh, yeah, I meant to mention it...but it never came up?”

Albert blinks again, “Who- what- what even is Cats?”

Race goes to answer, then closes his mouth hastily, “I don’t...actually really know…”

“How don’t you know? You’re in the damn show!”

“I was only just cast! I don’t know it that well yet!”

Albert makes a choked noise, “Okay, but you should at least know what the fuck the show is about if you went through a damn audition process- wait, when was this even happening? What- I’m so confused right now...my fucking boyfriend got cast in a Broadway musical- FUCKING CATS- and I didn’t even know he was auditioning.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” Race says, looking alarmed at Albert’s impending Cats- induced mental breakdown. Chips gives an annoyed meow at the lack of attention being bestowed onto her and leaps off the counter, trotting away to find Queso, their golden doodle.

“I mean, you’re not entitled to tell me everything about your life, just...wow, I mean, this is big,” Albert scrubs a hand down his face, “I didn’t do anything to make you feel like you couldn’t share this with me, did I?”

Race’s face softens, “No, of course not, Albie,” he sighs, reaching across the table and linking their hands together, “I just got caught up in everything...sometimes things just feel so busy and overwhelming and I like to process it alone before letting other people in on it.”

Albert squeezes his hand, “That’s understandable,” he smiles, bending down to kiss his knuckles, “And congrats! I’m so proud of you! I mean, fucking Broadway...my boyfriend’s gonna be on Broadway.”

Race beams, “Thanks.”

“We have to celebrate,” Albert concludes, “I’m calling Spot and the others. You better not have work tonight, ‘cause we’re going out for drinks.”

Race shakes his head, bemused, as Albert pulls out his phone to text their group chat.

“Fucking Cats…” Albert murmurs as he sends the text, “Fuckin’....Cats.”

XXX

“Can you say that your bite is worse than your bark? Are you cock of the walk when you’re walking alone? Because jellicles are and jellicles do, jellicles do and jellicles would, jellicles would and…”

Albert freezes in the doorway to their apartment, slowly closing the door behind him as he strains his ears. He follows the sound of the weirdly tempoed music to the kitchen, where Race is bopping around by the microwave, reheating last night’s dinner of chicken curry.

“Hey,” Albert calls, setting the groceries on the counter.

Race glances over, flashing Albert a smile and turning down the music a few notches.

“Hey, yourself,” he says, pulling his bowl out of the microwave and stirring it a bit with a fork to cool it down.

Albert crosses to him, pecking him on the lips quickly and grabbing a glass for water.

“Jellicles can and jellicles do, jellicles can and jellicles do…”

Albert wrinkles his nose, “the fuck even is a jellicle?”

Race shrugs, shoveling a forkful of curry into his mouth, “Dunno, some type of cat? Google it.”

Albert hums, “So this is Cats then? Interesting music.”

“I know, it’s kinda weird,” Race says, perching at the counter, “But it grows on you. Rehearsal started today, so…”

“Yeah, you mentioned that,” Albert places his glass in the sink and leans against the counter, “How’d it go?”

“Pretty well, I made a few friends,” Race says, “Jojo’s in it.”

Albert smiles, “No kidding! That’s crazy.”

“Right? I didn’t even know he was auditioning!”

“Seems to be the trend with this show.”

“I get it, I get it,” Race rolls his eyes, looking a little guilty.

“Jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle…”

“If they say ‘jellicle’ one more time I’m going to shoot myself,” Albert growls.

Race whips his head up, eyes slightly wide, “Oh, honey, you are not going to make it through this one…”

“Fantastic.”

XXX

“Hey, Race, have you seen my- WHAT THE FUCK!”

Race turns away from the bathroom mirror, fixing Albert with an innocent look.

“Have I seen your what?” He asks.

“No,” Albert says, pointing a finger, “First answer what the FUCK happened to your face.”

Race turns back to the mirror, dabbing some more orange cream foundation around his eyes. Disturbingly, Albert notes that his makeup design looks very similar to Chips.

“Gotta do our own makeup for the show,” Race answers, padding a generous amount of setting powder around his face, “I’m practising.”

“Right…” Albert rakes his eyes over Race’s features. So far, the makeup only spans on his face and down his neck a little, “What else does your costume entail exactly?”

Race grins wickedly and Albert swallows.

“Oh, you’ll see.”

XXX

“Do you like my tail?”

Albert slowly closes his book, praying for strength as he looks up. Race is standing by the doorway, rehearsal bag dropped at his feet. His face is smudged- like he tried and failed to clean off all the layers of his meticulous cat makeup. He’s dressed normally in adidas workout pants and a random t-shirt from a color run they did years back. Protruding (Albert doesn’t wanna know how, but alas) from his backside is an orange tabby cat tail.

“Did you choose to be the same kind of cat as Chips? Or was it some sort of creepy coincidence,” Albert deadpans, refusing to look at the tail longer than he has to and keeping his eyes fixed on Race’s face.

Race’s smile drops a fraction of an inch, “Wait, it’s weird that I chose to be her breed?”

Albert groans and picks back up his book.

XXX

“Congratulations!”

Albert is met with a faceful of Race’s blond curls as the cast comes swarming out of the stagedoor. He smells like makeup remover and sweat, but Albert doesn’t care as he kisses him, pride swelling in his chest.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the exhilarating feeling of seeing Race shine onstage.

“Thanks!” Race looks high on adrenaline and Albert never wants that light to leave his eyes, “What did you think?”

“You were so good! Everyone was! And the music was all better than I first thought it would be,” Albert said, playfully swaying them back and forth where they stood, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Race, “Just one question.”

Race cocks his head, “what’s up?”

“What the fuck is Cats about?”

Race tips his head back and laughs, “I still have no fucking clue.”

the word ‘cats’ doesn’t even sound real anymore and i think that’s fitting

thanks for reading, chiefs

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marcellaisnotme · 4 years

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to everyone.

to all the amazing people that light up my 2019, let's continue our journey to 2020. 2019 has been pretty amazing to me than last year and i'm rather excited for what's going to come on 2020. its a bit frightening but at the same time i'm ready to face it.

i'm dedicating each of you who got this page a personal message <3

let me start it with my loving Ren ♡ we met not that long ago but long enough for me to call you a special friend. i love hanging out with you, i love ranting everything to you cause you're a really good listener, advisor and most importantly a really great sidekick. okno. you know what to say to make me feel better and i admire that you can think of so much in a short amount of time. the way you handle everything is very responsible and careful, i look up to you alot. let's be more closer and share more stupid shitposts (RED VELVET PLSSS). i love you!!

Jason ♡ we known each other for a very long time but we always been pretty close to each other, but sometimes we don't talk and we argue that one time. and you went missing too but when you came back i was really excited. you were really funny and entertaining. just what i need, just what i wanted. we have a love hate relationship and we never get tired of each other and buuuu-ing each other everytime. okno. you are special to me and i cant find another jason to replace. thanks for being such a great friend. i love you!!

Juan ♡ my favorite movie partner and cuddle buddy <3 the one that would always tell stupid jokes which myself find it really funny even when it's pretty dumb. the one who never get tired of me punching you in the arm. okno. i wanna spend more time watching movies with you cause i personally hate watching movies cause i'm a book person. but when i watch it with you and hear you explaining to me everything made me love movies. pstt. only when i watch it with you <3 HAHAHA let's do more movie dates next time juan, because movies are not watch worthy without you. okno. i love you!!!

bwi ♡ as much as i find you pretty annoying and such a coward but i really know how it takes courage to do something. i know how does it feel when you feel like doing something. but it's find. i dont judge you for it ok? i was just messing around with you cause your reaction is always funny i dont wanna miss it. OKNO. if you havent moved on completely, it's fine. it takes time to heal and takes time to grow. i hope you have a better life and be happy in 2020. i love you!!

Belle ♡ SINCE YOU'RE A GIRL NOW IMMA CALL YOU BELLE. okno you were a guy when we first met and first dated. okno. i can't believe we made it till today even when we dont talk that much these days. i just want you to know even when i'm very very very annoying and stoopid but i am really thankful that you were always there listening to my probs and teas :(( i'm so dramatic. wipes non existent tears. okno. be less busy so that i can kacau you more :(( i love you!!

Kitty Kou ♡ my wife :(( my husband soulmate boyfriend girlfriend my everything :(( screams i miss you so much we're not talking much this days are you THAT busy gimme attention bich :(( okno. i'm glad that you are fine now (i can see and feel it) also i dont want you to be sad no more cause you dont deserve to be :(( i'll karate anyone that tries to mess with you i swear >:( i love you soooo much you're my fav bestie ever you listen to me and play along with me cause thats what soulmates do :(( dont ever leave my side or i'm gonna tie u to me so that you wont escape HAH take that :(( i love you bb♡

Qhal ♡ you stick up to me since day-1 and thats what i love about you. you grew into a better person, you were so much braver and bolder plus happier these days and i've never been so proud of you. i hope your happiness last till next year and the following and forever. every day is a new day. you dont have to close old books and open new ones. you dont have to be someone you're not and importantly, you dont have to do things for anyone else. yourself is your top priority and always remember that you're just as important. seeing you happy makes me happy. we've been friends for god knows how long and you never left my side, ever. you're always a special friend to me. you're always in my heart. i love you!!

Irwin ♡ not gonna deny you're always there for me when i'm in an existential crisis. okno. you're such a fun and funny person to talk with. i always enjoyed talking to you because you could make and awkward situation lively with your randomness. you radiate great and positive energy that anyone around you feel better. you make me feel better when i'm sad. i hope you and jade last looooooooooong enough just like how long we've known each other. i love you!!

Tian ♡ i love talking to you and randomly being stupid with you and jason. i love how we click with each other that much it's like we're siblings. rough things happened but let's all forget about it. i hope for you happiness as you were always sad about a certain someone. it's fine to think about it. it's fine to hold onto it. cause the longer you hold on, the easier it will go away when it gets old. you should really reveal your cute daughter to everyone. cause i miss her and everyone needs to see her <3 she's amazing just like you. i love you!!

Cosmo ♡ as long as we known each other, you were the brightest person and the easiest to get along with. you always know what to do and put your heart in everything you do. i dont like seeing you being sad or depressed anymore because you weren't like that when we first met. always surround yourself with happy stuff >> me. and do things you wanna do that makes you happy. you will always be my cosmo, and i'll always be your wanda♡. i love you!!

Junguan ♡ hi bestie how u doin. okno. i am glad that you're always happy, always problem free. thanks for listening to my problems, thanks for being a great friend. i have a great laugh and a great time with you always. your reaction to my stupidness and sarcasm was always funny i'm not gonna lie. you're always the one that i believe would keep everything i tell you a secret. you're such an awesome person and a great friend. i love you !!

Xie/ Axel ♡ you're a really interesting person to talk to. aside from our past relationship. you're a really strong and a great person. you're someone that doesn't give up on anything you do and i really adore you for that. you make everything seem so funny to me idk why oKNO. but except for our snapstreak, we dont really talk mUCH. did you moveD or are you just busY cause u krik krik im thinking twice about softblocking you. okno. talk to me bitch. i love you!!

marcell/shaq ♡ you change your name to match mine cause you like me eh?? buuu. okno. you were always someone i trusted because you're responsible of doing your job and you're someone nice to talk to i mean not nice nice because you're mean but nice by i can have a conversation with you and talk about random stuff without letting it die because i'm funny and you're lame okno. let other judge your outer and let yourself know your inner. jangan jadi noob for 2020. okno. i love you!!

Eric ♡ my stupid bun. my ride or die. ew. these two years 18/19 has been pretty rough for the both of us and i think it's just a step and a lesson to grow into a better person. you helped me alot through this year and i'm never less thankful for that. the loving things you do for me, the things you would let it slide when it comes to me. your soft spot for me never goes away huh HAH and i'm taking advantage of that. okno i'm kidding. you are a big help for me and for what i went through. you never said no. you always agree on everything and i really appreciate it. when we broke up last year, you still insisted to talk to me. which i find out really annoying. just kidding. i'll let everything slide since you do that to me too. you're a really great person, amazing let me tell you. thanks for being a great friend to me. thanks for helping me out with almost everything. i owe you big time. i love you!!

harry ♡ first of all, thank you for being a great bestie, we would always talk to each other everyday but you got busy these days :(( but yey, its almost a decade since ive known you, kyak. we met when we were in kbb. you were d__, kyak, smpipol 💕 i feel so giddy giddy all of a sudden lololol. and then we started exchanging contacts, you were first harry, on fl. and then we had this, nOOt squad gTG. im nunmul-ing. why is this suddenly a throwback session. and and and then theres trisha gosh i love trisha and you too. i adore you for being such an honest person, when it comes to telling your problems to us, which is something i cant really do. if you have problems, dont hesitate to tell us, though i dont really help much eheh. but sometimes there are things that arent meant to be said. its okay, theres nothing wrong feeling sad, feeling all those negative feelings. we are human too, we have feelings. it is okay to sometimes not be okay, it is okay. but other than that, be happy with those you are surrounded with. youre someone that worth a big hug. i hope you spent your day with those you love 💕 i hope youre having a good day. youre an amazingly talented person. i hope youd achieve your dream soon, i pray for your health, and for you to surrounded by lovely people. you're such a talented person and gosh, your drawings for the fashion week, cries. chef kisses momma!!! you should update me on your life more because i wanna know what you do and support you on everything you do. don't forget me anyways :(( because you're the only realest annoying brutally honest bitch i love :(( i love you!!

thanks for an amazing 2019, lets get closer in 2020. i love you guys. ♡

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phandomphightclub · 5 years

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Honorable Mention Round: The eliminated phighters of the Phandom Phight Club vs. Birch Tree Fartman Himself

Disclaimer: This is all done as a joke in good fun. While I don’t agree with a lot of his personal views, I definitely do not advocate for anyone to physically harm Butch Hartman in any way. Also, minimal to no effort was made to make anyone in character with their actual personalities. Enjoy!

“Holy flying ice cream,” Tali murmured up at the sky, where the ghost who’d spoken descended amid a cloud of darkness. “Get down, guys. Get down!”

Danny didn’t need to be told twice; he went intangible and phased himself, Sam, and Tucker through the floor of the bleachers.

“What are you doing, Danny!?” Sam stage-whispered. “We can’t just leave them to fight that - that - what was that?”

Something in the depths of Danny’s memory had been stirred at the voice, but he still couldn’t say.

“There’s a whole stadium full of ghosts out there. They can handle it. My job is keeping you two safe.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Tucker said. Still, Danny was curious. Staying invisible, he stuck his head up through the floor.

“Vic? Come in, Vic!” Tali was shouting into the walkie talkie. All she got was static.

“Come on, what’s with all the panic?” The voice asked. Danny still couldn’t see his face; his form was shrouded in the dark mist. “Aren’t you happy to see your creator?”

“Creator?” Sam asked incredulously. “Is that ghost saying he’s-?”

“If that’s God, I’m converting to atheism,” Tucker said in forced deadpan.

“No,” Danny shook his head, which was still sticking up through the floor, so his friends couldn’t see it anyway. “That’s not - I know who this is. I just - can’t remember.”

As the ghost came to rest over the pavement - ignoring the barrier that should have kept him out - the smoke veiling him finally cleared. Danny cringed in expectation of some eldritch horror, but it was just… a man. A regular, human-looking man, with dark hair and a cocky grin. He clasped his hands behind his back.

“It’s a nice place you have here,” he said conversationally, staring around the arena. “It’s too bad that none of this is canon.”

“Nobody cares if it’s canon!” A brave ghost shouted from the crowd.

“Nobody cares.” The man sighed. “Nobody cares! Well, I know one person who does.”

He revealed his hands from behind his back, and Danny’s stomach dropped. It wasn’t possible, but there he was, weilding a weapon Danny knew he’d destroyed.

“Danny? What’s going on?” Sam demanded from below. He pulled his head back under to answer.

“He’s got the Reality Gauntlet,” Danny answered in a broken voice. “All the gems, too.”

“What?” Sam and Tucker shouted.

“Shhhh! We can’t let him know we’re here!” Danny whispered. For some reason, Tali had been intent on them hiding, and he couldn’t help the feeling in his gut that told him it was for a good reason.

“Me.” The man snapped his fingers, and the arena disappeared. All of it - all the seats, all the cracked, potholed pavement, all the concession stands full of Cheez-Its—gone. In one snap.

All the ghosts, fortunately, were still standing - or, well, floating. Several flew away, screaming in all-out panic. A few stood their ground, however, including most of the Denny’s crew.

“This is not good. This is very, very not good,” Tali muttered, staring at her walkie-talkie. Hopefully Vic was safe in the Denny’s, which hadn’t been affected by the snap. She’d have to distract him long enough to make sure he didn’t notice it. She’d put in too much effort to let it get destroyed on the whim of some egotistical ghost, no matter how powerful he was.

“Hey, Birch Tree Fartman!” She shouted into her megaphone, which wasn’t connected to the speaker system and therefore still worked.

“Hmm?” The ghost looked up at her. “Calling names isn’t very polite, you know.”

Birch Tree Fartman, Danny thought, remembering back to Tali’s comment from the last round - it was the name for a ghost who wasn’t supposed to be named.

“Butch Hartman,” Danny whispered as his eyes widened. “That’s who he is, that’s - that’s the guy who created my TV show!”

“Danny, you weren’t supposed to say his name!” Sam hissed. But it was too late. Butch’s eyes glowed bright red.

“Someone’s summoned me again,” he murmured. “Where is he? I can feel him close… my son. Danny? Are you here?”

Danny’s blood ran cold. Or ectoplasm, since he was in ghost form - whatever.

“Dude, that guy is not your dad. Right?” Tucker asked nervously.

“Probably just another frootloop wanting to ‘adopt’ me,” Danny said with more confidence than he felt. Butch had created his TV show, which, through the impossible laws of metaphysics and the writer’s discretion, meant that he had created Danny. Like a father. Only Danny had no memory of it, and had a feeling that that was for a reason.

“Ah.” Butch’s eyes glowed brighter. “There you are.”

There were no more bleachers or floor for protection. Aside from Tali who still stood between them, they were completely vulnerable.

“Danny!” She shouted. “Get out of here!”

“I-”

“Why would you listen to this ghost?” Butch asked, floating towards them. “She’s not even canon. Why, I could just snap my fingers, and-”

“Would you like a pancake?”

Butch blinked. Suddenly floating behind him was a ghost in fuzzy rainbow twinkle toes, a monster hat, and a fanny pack. She was also holding a platter stacked high with pancakes.

“Uh, no, I’m kind of in the middle of something, random non-canon ghost. Why don’t you go crawl back to the fanfic gutter where you belong?”

“Now that’s what I’d call not very polite,” the waiter—Ectolights—said, then shoved the platter of pancakes into his face.

“GAH!” Butch shouted, wiping the syrup from his red eyes. “Why you little—!”

“There’s more where that came from!” Another ghost said, teleporting between Tali and Butch.

“Vic!” Tali grinned. “You made it!”

She winked back at her before turning back to Butch. “Alright, Phighters! Execute Plan Delta Despa Dorito 0.25, Reverse Formation!”

At her command, a flood of ghosts teleported into the empty space between them, all wearing the most ridiculous outfits Danny had ever seen. He caught glimpses of croc hats, sequinned leggings, zoot suits, weed socks - even a full-body Gritty costume.

“What—you think your poor taste in fashion can defeat me?” Butch chuckled.

“Maybe not,” Tali said, flying to join Vic at the front of the small army. “But these are some of the best phighters this side of the ghost zone. And some of the best employees too. So without further monologuing—PHIGHT!”

The ghosts charged at Birch Tree, some holding their weapons from earlier on in the phight, some just wielding standard-issue ectoblasts and fists. Regardless of fighting style, all had the rabid violent enthusiasm one would expect from an elite team of shitposters.

Before he could be overwhelmed, Butch quickly threw up a translucent red barrier. Spacegravedoodles smashed directly into it, their barred sunglasses shattering on impact.

“MY EYES!” They cried, forgetting to hover and falling towards the depths of the ghost zone.

“See? Your lawless fanon is powerless here,” Butch taunted.

“It’s pronounced PHANON!” Ectopusses shouted before shattering the barrier with a sharp kick from her guac-coated flip flops. Butch covered his heads as the red shards fell around him.

“Alright team, here’s our chance!” Tali called. “Go for the gauntlet!”

From there, all semblance of order broke down as approximately 20 ghosts fought to reach the metal gauntlet. At least in all the chaos, Butch was too distracted to use it. The chaos only compounded when a familiar tune began to play from behind them. It was a glitchy song being scratched out, but a few words were recognizable.

“Phantom Planet’s not canon, F you,” Lexosaurus beatboxed behind them while dabbing. The music sent Butch into a rage; his eyes glowed with the threat of an ectoblast.

“Get down!” Fantasma-Exspiravit (who was wearing a vampire costume) shouted, but not soon enough to save Gosteon, who was blasted backwards into the abyss. Meanwhile, Phantombreadproject (in a dress made of ballpit balls) and Cluelessintheusa (in horrible pink-and-blue leggings) attempted to tackle Butch from behind.

“Surprise attacks? Please, I created your reality.” He spun and punched the two of them so hard they were sent flying. “I know what you’re going to do before you do. How do you expect to defeat me?”

From further back, where they were floating invisibly, Tucker whispered to Danny and Sam.

“He’s got a point. If he actually did create this place somehow, how can we beat him?”

“We beat Pariah Dark,” Danny said, though his voice was grim. “We can beat this frootloop too. But… they might need some help.”

“Danny,” Sam warned, “I don’t know what he wants with you, but be careful. Whatever it is, it can’t be good.”

She didn’t have to tell him that twice. Any strange old men claiming to be his father had bad news written all over them. Ignoring the danger, though, he flew up to the fray.

“Hey, Birch Tree! It’s me you want, not them!”

Sam smacked her forehead. “So much for being careful.”

His voice distracted Butch long enough for needstobehelped (who was unrecognizable under her Grundy costume) to get him in a headlock. Butch grunted, scraping at her furry arms.

“Nngh… you shoul’ve… gone for the hand.” With one snap from his gauntleted fingers, needstobehelped was gone.

No one had time to wonder what that meant for her. They just had to get rid of Butch, now.

Danny launched ectoblasts from a (relatively) safe distance, careful to avoid hitting the ghosts on his side. Still, it was such a mess that he accidentally blasted Ifellbecausegravity, who was wearing a suit similar to his – only hers had advertisements from Nasty Burger glued to it. Why hadn’t he thought of that? It would’ve been one way he could’ve made money while working as a full-time superhero – but that wasn’t important right now.

“Danny, don’t you remember me?” Butch asked with mock hurt. “I’ve missed you, son. Why don’t you come back with me and we can give you the fourth season you deserved?”

“He deserves better than you, dipstick!” Voidetrap said while decking him with a gloved Minion arm. The hit barely fazed him; he flicked her away as if she were a pesky bug.

“As I was saying,” Butch cleared his throat, “don’t you want to see what I could’ve done for you? You’re stuck in limbo. Why, after Phantom Planet, you would’ve–”

There it was again: Phantom Planet. Those two words set off a buzzing pain in Danny’s head. He gripped at his hair, crying out when the pain intensified.

“Ah, I see. You’re just now starting to remember. These so-called fans have brainwashed you to the point that you’ve forgotten everything.”

Had they? Had he – was he supposed to –

“You’ve got to fight it, Danny!” Tali urged him. “Birch Tree will do anything to manipulate you!”

“And these ghosts will do anything to keep you broken,” Butch sneered while grappling with What-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me, who was wearing short shorts with Enemy of the State plastered across the butt. “You should see the angst they’ve written about you! Dissections. Pain. Your family abandoning you. Why would you listen to them?”

“Because we care about him!” What-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me said. “He’s just a tool to you so you can make even more clickbait videos and pretend you’re still relevant!”

Butch snarled and finally shook her off; she went tumbling into the abyss, but another ghost took her place.

“The saturation on all of your art is way too bright!” Luma said, decking him over the head with their pillow.

“That… that would explain a lot.” Danny shook off his uncertainties. Whatever kind of ghost Butch was, he didn’t deserve control over Danny’s life. “You may have started my story, but I’m going to finish it!”

His legs morphed into his ghostly tail as he flew forward, ramming into Butch with his shoulder. The breath knocked from his chest, Butch tumbled back - but not before Dots (in a full-body suit covered in Dannos) and Bibliophileap (in an outfit too terrible to be described) could grab hold of the Reality Gauntlet.

“Pull!” Dots cried, and the two ghosts heaved for all they were worth. Though they were still tumbling along with Butch, they managed to right themselves and exert all the energy they had left. The Reality Gauntlet finally dislodged from his hand with a sharp pop.

“NO!” Butch cried. “This is my show! Mine! I created your childhood!”

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t.” Vic shrugged

“Either way, we decide where we go from here.” Tali smirked as Bibliophileap and Dots brought back the gauntlet. “As winner of the honorable mention round, Five-Rivers should get to do the honors.”

“Back to the Shadow Realm for you.” Verbally-Situational-Irony flashed her Yu-Gi-Oh cards as Five-Rivers put on the gauntlet, having to slip it under her bedsheet covering first.

“You are the weakest link,” Five-Rivers said. “Goodbye.”

She snapped.

“No, wait! I don’t want to go – just think of all the YouTube videos we could’ve made together! You could’ve been buff instead of a twiggly little twink like these idiots make you!” His body began to crumble to dust. “Daniel! Wait! I don’t want to–”

“Oh, and Birch?” Tali cut him off with a grin. “It’s ‘yo.’ Not ‘young.’”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Was his last cry before his form completely dissolved, scattered to the ends of the ghost zone by a gentle wind.

Lexx stopped beatboxing in order to cheer, and soon that cheer was taken up by all the ghosts as they returned to the site of the now-nonexistent arena.

“Wow,” Sam said as she and Tucker floated towards Danny.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” he laughed. “That was weird.”

“Does your head still hurt?” She asked.

“Nah. I think I’ll be fine, as long as no one tries to tell me what a Phantom Planet is.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t,” Tali assured him, then called to the rest of the ghosts. “Alright, guys! Stand clear!”

There was a confused mutter before Vic took the megaphone and explained. “We’re bringing back the stadium, so unless you want to get crushed, get your butts out of the way!”

After being told twice, the crowd finally cleared. Five-Rivers, still wielding the Reality Gauntlet, waved her arm. As it passed over the space where the stadium once was, the architecture rebuilt itself out of nothing. The ghosts who’d been yeeted off by Butch reappeared as well, blinking in disorientation.

Tali sniffed, wiping her eyes. “It’s beautiful. Phight Club, I’ll never let you get destroyed by a crazy ghost with a superiority complex ever again.”

The crowd cheered, flooding back into the stadium. All except for Tali, Danny, Sam, and Tucker.

“So, uh… is he really gone?” Danny had to ask. He’d thought the Reality Gauntlet was destroyed before, and it had come back. What was to say Butch couldn’t too?

Tali sighed. “I’m not sure a ghost like that can ever truly be gone. But if he comes back, we’ll yeet him into the nether realm.”

“Fair enough. But about the Reality Gauntlet…”

“We’ll take good care of it,” Tali said with a knowing smile, the kind that let Danny know it wasn’t up for discussion. “If Birch Tree does come back, we’ll need a way to defend ourselves.”

“No way,” Sam said. “No one should have that kind of power.”

Tali raised her eyebrows. “What are you going to do, take it from us?”

She started a retort, then bit her lip. Tali nodded as if that settled that.

“Oh! There’s one thing I almost forgot!”

She sounded her kazoo to the tune of the Danny Phantom theme song.

“Birch Tree Fartman is unable to battle! Five-Rivers – and the collective Phandom Phight Club – win!”

@five-rivers is the winner of the Honorable Mention Round! Mod Vic is working on your certificate for winning, but she has finals coming up so it might be a little while before it’s done. Thanks everyone for phighting with us!

#mod tali #honorable mention round #writeup #results #sorry if I didn't get you written in #there were a lot of honorable mentions and I tried to fit everyone I could #but there's a chance I missed a few

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victory-cookies · 5 years

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WHat have I done?

A/N: Hey, @obsidiancreates! ... I have no explanation for what I just spent far, far too long completing. I decided at like 2 in the morning that this was a good idea, and I am not a quitter, goddammit! (also this is why I asked all of those random and oddly specific questions last night...)

So yeah... Did I just write an oddly long sorta-fanfiction on a whim? Yes. Is it based on a dark ego that was originally more of a joke than anything? Yeah. Was this just supposed to be a shitpost, but ended up longer than either of my actually fanfictions? You betcha. Am I tired? Yup. Do I regret anything? We’ll see...

Enjoy, Sid. I don’t know why I did this... You have been warned.

The words poured out of Sid onto the page in front of her. She smiled as she wrote them, swirling her pen across the paper with a flourish. Des sat on her ebony throne, a rage as fiery as the lava around her filling her chest. She tapped her sword on the stone floor beneath her, smirking.

Sid always loved when a character came together like this. The feeling of giving them hopes and dreams and motives, friends and family and love, powers and personalities, the feeling of giving them life stirred an almost magical glee in her chest. She bit her lip happily and leaned back in her chair, tapping the back of her pen on the page.

“You’re a spunky one, Des…” she whispered. “God, I’d love to be able to meet y-”

The last word died on her lips. Her room suddenly felt brutally hot, and she blinked as her eyes began to sting as though she was sitting next to a smoking fire. Were- were those sparks?

The heat increased, pressing down on her. She could only manage small shallow breaths, her lungs filling with burning air and smoke. Darkness ate at the edges of her vision as she struggled for oxygen. Then, with one last gasp, the blackness consumed her.

She awoke with a start on a rough stone floor, her lungs desperately heaving for clean air. She did not find it. Smoke swirled around her, and her shirt stuck to her sweating torso in the sweltering heat. She coughed and struggled to sit up, rubbing her temples. She looked around. Blinking incredulously, she noticed that beneath the stone bridge where she lay bubbled pools of molten lava. She swallowed nervously. “What’s going on? Where am I…?”

“Nice to meet you, Obsidian,” spat a voice in front of her.

When she brought up eyes up to meet the voice, she saw… herself, but not. The girl looked like her, but as unfamiliar as could be. A bright red blouse and tight leather jacket sat on her slender frame, along with a pair of dress pants and the most ridiculous-looking heeled red boots (that she somehow still managed to pull off). Glowing veins of fire ran across any exposed skin, and her eyes burned the same orangy-white colour. A look of pure malice was engraved on her face.

Sid jerked back. “Wait, Des…? But- but how...?”

Des smirked and stood up from her dark throne. “The one and only.” She walked over to where Sid sat on the rock floor. “Never thought that I’d have the pleasure of meeting my Creator… How kind of you to pay me a visit.” “What’s going on?” Sid questioned, trying to back away from the glowing figure advancing towards her.

Des laughed. “Oh, you really don’t know, do you? You poor, sweet, summer child.” She bent down and stared at Sid, who tried in vain to move away from her gaze. “All you need to know is that you’re the reason I can’t escape my own pain. You have more power than you know, Obsidian. And damn, do I hate you for it!”

She shot up and spun around to walk back to her throne. Her hand shot out and grabbed an ornate sword leaning on its arm. She twirled the blade a few times before strutting back over to Sid.

Sid cried out slightly as the heel of Des’ boot pressed her to the ground. “Des, what are you doing? What’s happening?”

Des grinned manically. “Ah, Obsidian, you don’t even know. I’ve dreamed of this day… I assure you, many others have too… but they won’t mind if I do the honours.” She lifted the point of the sword to rest against Sid’s throat. “You did this to us, Obsidian. You wrote me like this. The opposite of you, evil and sad and pained and lonely. You may not know that you do, but you have me in far too tight a hold for my liking. I want that control, Author. And in order for that to happen, you need to go.”

Sid’s eyes widened in fear as Des brought the sword above her head, ready to swing. Nononono, she couldn’t die like this! What even the fuck was happening? Des smirked and began to swing the sword down. Sid clenched her eyes shut, tensing for the end.

Suddenly, as though she was possessed, her eyes shot back open, glinting with an odd golden light. Word flew to the tip of her tongue, filled with power as they formed on her lips. “Obsidian summons her sword, and blocks the strike effortlessly.”

A slender silver blade appeared in Sid’s hand with a flash of gold, and she instinctively threw it up in front of her face. The two swords met with a resounding clang.

Des stumbled backward, looking stunned at not actually having sliced into her nemesis. The Creator scrambled to her feet and held her sword in front of her defensively as Des caught her footing again, and for a moment neither of them spoke.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” Sid growled. “I… I can hurt you if I want to.”

“So you do know what you’re doing…” Des observed, scowling. “Well, that means nothing to me. You’re still gonna die, bitch.” She charged forward, yelling loudly, and took another swing.

Sid parried the strike with surprising ease, before ducking out of Des’ reach. Des frowned and thrust her free hand out in front of her. A torrent of fire gathered at her palm, and she pitched it towards Sid with a laugh, her eyes glowing a bright white in rage. “You gave me these powers, Author. I’m gonna use ‘em!”

The fireball came mere inches from searing Sid’s arm as she dove away from the flames. She grunted as she hit the hard ground, her sword skittering out of her hands. She blinked and her eyes shone gold again. She rolled over. “Obsidian grabs her sword and advances on Des, whom she shouldn’t have given this much power. She takes a swing and manages to push Des nearer to the edge of the bridge above the lava.”

Des hissed as the events played out exactly as Sid narrated them. She pursed her lips. “What’s your plan, Obsidian? Toss me off? I can’t be burned, idiot!” She summoned another fireball and hurled it.

“The fire dissipates before it finds Obsidian,” Sid breathed, flicking her free hand. The fire fizzled out. She smiled. “Nice try, Des. Maybe next time?” She then thrust her sword at the other girl, pushing her father backward towards the ledge.

Des threw up her sword to deflect Sid’s, but she had it pinned almost immediately. “What…?”

Sid’s eyes were almost completely gold at this point. “Obsidian disarms Des with a flick of her sword. Her weapon goes flying off to the side.”

Des’s swords clanked as it hit the rock. She gulped as Sid pushed her closer and closer to the edge of the bridge, looking at the determined expression in the Creator’s eyes. “You can’t hurt me. Fire can’t hurt me,” she said nervously.

Sid smiled softly. “Des feels her powers drain from her, the fire in her veins escaping her and leaving her more vulnerable than she’s ever been,” she narrated. “It can if I want it to, Des. Just leave me be, and I won’t do this.”

Des bared her teeth. “Never. You’re gonna die for what you’ve done to us, bitch. And you won’t hurt me. I know it. You have too much of a ‘consience’.”

“I’ll end this, Des.”

Des didn’t speak for a second, only glaring at Sid. “Then do it. Do it, Obsidian. Prove what you really are. Prove that you’re a monster.”

Sid took a step forward, pressing the tip of her blade to Des’ chest. One more foot and Des would fall. One more-

Sid hesitated. And in that second of doubt, Des grabbed the blade of Sid’s sword and swung it around with full force, grinning gleefully. Sid stumbled, pulled along by her weapon, and with a manic laugh from Des, went hurling off the volcano’s ledge and towards the molten lava far beneath her.

She screamed as she sped towards the fiery liquid. Fear gripped her heart and filled her mind until there was nothing but terror. Oh no, nonononono, please, God, no… were the only thoughts that formed in her fear-addled psyche as she continued to fall. I need to get out of here!

And with that, instinct took over. She could feel her lips begin to move, forming words that she couldn’t understand over the roaring in her ears. Just as she was about to hit the lava, she disappeared, a flash of gold amidst the smoke and fire.

Sid came to face down on the soft carpet of her room, her lips still moving in the same sentence, over and over. “Obsidian’s story does not end here. Obsidian’s story does not end here. Obsidian’s…”

She pushed herself up shakily, stifling another repetition of the words. She took herself in, looking at her partially scorched shirt and the soot covering her arms. Holy crap, she thought. Panting, she collapsed on her bed, rubbing her temples. The residual golden glow was fading from her eyes, and she closed them slowly.

She laughed weakly. “Let’s never do that again.”

#hAhahahaha #save me #god what have I done #i spent all morning on this #and i fucking loved it #my writing #i guess #fanfiction #?#idk it sorta is #not my characters at least #hhhnnnggg hope you like it k bye

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snatchersnatched · 6 years

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Why my affections extend to Snatcher and the Prince

With a title like that, you must be wondering “What the hell does Kitty have cooking up this time? Just a random shitpost? A short story about how she likes creepy things? Etcetera?”

It’s uh, it’s more deeper than that.

Now you also must be wondering why I’m not talking about how I found ahit, or something similar. It’s not really a complicated story. My friend sent me a dm one night about Luke getting a part in a game, and that was that. And before you ask, no, I do not like Snatcher just because Luke voiced him. And no, it’s also not only because I’m plain ol’ attracted to him, which is also a factor, but there’s a bigger part of the picture.

It’s about to get a little depressing, and I usually don’t talk about this, but, here we go. This gets personal, uhhh I guess tw for bullying and abusive friendships?

Let’s open up an old page, 9th grade to be specific. I was a dumbass, let’s just get that out of the way.

I was introduced to this girl, I’m gonna call her M. I knew her since 7th grade because of another friend, though we weren’t really friends at first. Anyway, she decided to approach me during lunch cause none of her other friends were in the same period, so I was like sure, cause I usually am up for making new friends.

We bonded over Big Hero 6, and we both decided to see it together one night. Thus, our friendship was solidified. We had sleepovers, and get-togethers, and talked a lot together during lunch. We were pretty much attached to the hip at that point.

Then, February came around.

My mom said we were going to go to Florida for a week in March! Wow, a week away from school. I immediately asked M if she wanted to come with us, and she said yes. After that, she got me into Transformers.

It took a slow plunge from there.

I won’t get into every single detail, but here’s the basics.

We shared the love for this franchise for a while, even starting a long never-ending roleplay and watching the movies together and the cartoons and all that.

But after a while, in tenth grade, it just sort of took a crash.

She wanted to know when I was going to nap, in fact she never did want me to nap after school. We got into a fight about my weight, and she blocked me instead of talking things out. It made me cry hysterically in English, because we were such close friends, why would she do this?

We made up only one week later, but that nearly costed a friendship with someone else. Because she didn’t want me to be friends with her, despite that friend sticking up for me when I was upset.

I wanted to sleep early one night, and she reprimanded me for it, saying that I always “slept” during the day and that our roleplay was much more important than sleeping at that time. I told her, ok, I’ll stay up a little longer then, but she just rejected that idea and told me passive-aggressively, “Goodnight.”

When I wanted to nap after school, cause I was always so exhausted, she’d say no, you always do. That led me to having to promise to only take a nap once a week, which led me to being exhausted more often. I could barely do my homework because she just wanted me to focus on her.

Later 2015, Undertale released. I was super excited, and I adored the game. I found out M liked it too, so I asked if we could start a roleplay together about it. Suddenly, because I also liked Undertale, she didn’t like it anymore. This is when she started to get really territorial over Transformers, saying it was her thing and that I had to find something else to like. Even though she wanted to continue the roleplay we had.

This also led to what I now find an amusing message from her friend yelling at me for liking Undertale and not Transformers, but let’s not get into that.

Finally, I was able to get out of the abusive relationship, because we had another fight, but got through it. I told her about my new interest, One Punch Man, but once again insulted me for it. It took a friend of mine to give me the courage to block her again once and for all.

After that, she kept coming back in small ways. She’d insult me behind my back, she’d mention her weight around me just to draw attention to my weight. Etc.

I haven’t really recovered, if I’m honest.

But slowly, I have, and this is why we’re here right now.

I never really mentioned this to any of my friends, new and old that I made after I got away from M. I was severely depressed, and old habits die hard as they say. I was really struggling through 11th and the first half of 12th grade because I was scared that M would try to force herself into my life again.

Then, A Hat in Time came out.

I made new friends, and I gained a new love and fascination for a game I never gave a second glance before then. I also had this love for our lovely purple noodle, and his past prince self. At first I thought it was just because I liked tragic characters, and that Luke voiced him and I just thought that he was pretty cool.

Slowly, I found myself relating to him more and more as we found out more about his past, mostly with Vanessa. How controlling she was, how horrible and abusive she was.

Soon, he became a comfort character, someone I could shout my love about whenever I wanted.

As you all know, David soon came in the picture, and I found myself being in a similar situation M put me in because he insulted me for my likes of Snatcher/Prince.

I kept my love for him, and it only got stronger when David left the picture.

When Seal The Deal came out, and we saw all this dialogue about Snatcher talking about Vanessa and almost seeming to lament over the past, it came to me in an epiphany.

He’s a comfort character, I love him so much, because he helps me see that it’s ok to move on, and that after you get out of an abusive relationship/friendship, it gets better. No, I don’t see myself in the sense of I eat souls and I make contracts and I kill people. He actually helped me get through the past pain I suffered through.

I’m not of course putting down my friends that also helped me be able to laugh at my past. But I suppose it was a more spiritual connection that I needed, someone I could relate to and project myself onto to help myself heal.

I still love Snatcher, that fact is obvious, and I’ll never stop loving him. No matter how much I’m insulted, or took down for it. He helped me through a dark time in my life, which seems funny and silly, because he’s a fictional character. But I suppose sometimes you just need that extra push to get through something.

I want to thank Gears for Breakfast for making such wonderful characters, and helping me make new friends that I never thought I’d be able to make. And I want to thank my friends, the ones who have stuck by my side, and helped me through big puddles of mud when I needed it.

Thank you, all of you. For supporting me, and supporting my stupid thoughts and stories.

Here’s to another year, aye?

#ahit #ahatintime #a hat in time #long post #kitty speaks

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b-i-t-c-h-y-m-u-g-g-l-e · 6 years

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ok don't you just super hate it when people judge you for saying something and then they go on after talking shit about you, making you look like an asshole and acting like your opinions are shit, to repeat EXACTLY WHAT THEY JUDGED YOU FOR BECAUSE YOU HURT THEIR FICTIONAL FANTASY? i've just seen the most toxic hypocritical person in my life because i know she and her little friends for a fact judged and bitched about every little thing dark fans said and discussed that wasn't even forced on them

Tbh, I wouldn’t say I hate it, cos I just ignore it now, lol. Yeah, it’s extremely annoying to have some no-lifer just hounding your every word to report on it, and blowing it up into something it’s not. Even just shitposting got some panties in a bunch cos some people seem to only like being negative all the time and up in other people’s blogs (even stuff that I had in my own personal tag somehow ended up being discussed in those shitty type of blogs).

If I said I liked something and discussed it with some friends, suddenly some loser too cowardly to show their faces, would throw a fit saying, “Oh, they’re fooooorcing us! 😭” when we use personal tags for everything. Then we’d be accused of wanting attention when we didn’t go out of our way to get noticed, and if we stuck only to our friends we were “snobs”. And the amount of ridiculous shit we even had made up about us just cos our opinions upset some easily triggered person in the past were lol. We even got hate for blocking toxic blogs since wanting more positivity surrounding us instead of toxic minded vibes, makes us massive bitches (coming from people that actually blocked us first, pffffft).

A lot of contradictory shit right there, lmao. We want attention by not seeking it and then we’re snobs for not seeking it? I’m sure these people didn’t know wtf they were even feeling most of the time and only used their hatefulness as a way to fuel everything that they do in their fandoms and tbh it got tiresome.

I still think they’re full of shit and hypocritical and that’s why I just stopped giving a fuck about them. I was tired of getting as bitchy as them to fight back when it was obvious they were just being hateful for the sake of just being hateful. Maybe they don’t get attention irl, maybe their lives suck, idk… But I realized something after taking a break.

I don’t have to be like them because my life is in actually good place rn. Great family, friends, great job, fangirl stuff… I don’t have a reason to be like them. I like discussing fandom things for different fandoms, interacting with followers, talking about the good and bad things, but honestly I don’t have to be acting as a judge like these nasty people do, I don’t have to stalk and nitpick like these people do.

Why would I need to do that when I’m satisfied with my life? Maybe I’ll get called arrogant for even saying I love my life because even that gets judged. In order to be a “good” person, I have to have a shitty life, low self-esteem, and be depressed and angry all the time apparently. If I don’t have those traits, then I’m just an arrogant person cos I’m not like them.

And I’m proud of my friends cos whenever we get down to discussing random things I realized something. We’ve accomplished so many things we thought we couldn’t. Even small things we didn’t think we could do again. Some friends graduated from their universities as professionals already, others have stopped fearing being in serious relationships and are happy with their S/Os and have accepted love in their lives, others have fixed their problems and came out stronger for it.

But… These other people stay stuck and I kinda feel sorry for them. (sorry I’m sappy this early… Oh shit, it’s 10:16 my time, lmfaooooo. I fell asleep at 2:00 am, so to me, holyshit 😂).

Anyways, anon. Sorry for the long answer but I made my peace with it and just don’t pay attention to it anymore. They’re the ones that easily can look bad on their own for talking nonsense about other people all the time when those people don’t even talk to them or say anything about them or their hateful jabbing. I’m actually in the dark about a lot of things cos literally we’ve all moved on.

Lately, all I’m discussing in different discord servers are otome games and in one private one-on-one chat with a friend, she’s slowly convincing me to write fanfics again for fandoms with better reputations unlike the ones I’m usually writing for. For a positive change of scenery. She’s even doing OC idea sketches (she’s really hyped and her enthusiasm is addictive. I love her. She’s the best)

If people can’t move on from being well, being toxic for no reason, then that’s their problem. I’ll just chill surrounded by good people and having fun, thank you. 😘

#bitchymuggle #anon #anti bullshit

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