#anyway the song is RED's feed the machine

[divinedeathbed]

i dont know where else to go w this bc im so- ugh- but the lyrics "You need a master just so you can beg" and "now bow down and learn to be a good slave" are such fucked up demetrius/michael lyrics and IT- IT HURTS. good bye

#ill never actually DO anything but whatever #ugh #i feel sad #shut the fuck up mys #michael makes me ashamed sometimes lmaooo #hes both comforting and an embarrassment to me LMAO #whatever ignore that part #anyway the song is RED's feed the machine #another good RED michael/dem song is Perfect life

[lunaviee]

Hi! I would like to request an Isagi x reader. In a context where they are not dating at the moment, but he acts like a fool in love being shy to confess

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE😭😭okay so i’m assuming that this is like a friends to lovers type deal but i’m not too sure if you’d want a scene where they confess, BUT i’m insane so i’ll write it anyway😇

“tangled in love, stuck by you~”

lovesick!yoichi isagi x best friend!reader

tags/warnings: confession, tooth rotting, stomach churning, sickeningly sweet fluff <3, loosely inspired by glue song by beabadoobee

synopsis: this sweet, sweet boy just can’t seem to keep his heart from pining for you

a/n: i love yoichi guys i hope this fills the request well and it’s smth you wanted!!

❥ lovesick!isagi, who couldn’t seem to stop sneaking glances at you any chance he could from the second he saw you, i mean, what was he supposed to do? you’re just so nice to look at!

❥ lovesick!isagi, who seems to malfunction when your shoulders brush together while walking down the hallways of your school

❥ lovesick!isagi, who lies awake at night wondering how someone like you could exist, let alone talk and be friends with him

❥ lovesick!isagi, who notices every single blush and mannerism of yours that implies your feelings towards him, but never feeds into them, fearing he may be getting the wrong signals

❥ lovesick!isagi, who’s scared to love you because he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, but still makes mini sacrifices to ensure that you’re happy

❥ lovesick!isagi, who is absolutely smitten and lovestruck when you walk into a room and bring such an amazing vibe to the place, being so effortlessly beautiful

❥ lovesick!isagi, who has one huge playlist of songs that remind him of you and songs that you both listen two during hangouts

❥ lovesick!isagi, who finds his face heating up any time you’re mentioned, or any time that something reminds him of you

❥ lovesick!isagi, who gets berated on by his teammates for “being a simp for you” and gets told to “just grow a pair of balls and ask them out already”

❥ lovesick!isagi, who spends his entire lunch break thinking of ways to confess to you without seeming like an utter fool

❥ lovesick!isagi, who has now, as cliche as it is, decided to sit under a tree with your favorite snacks from the vending machine and a few handpicked flowers from your schools garden

you opened your locker to put your textbooks away, isagi being close behind you, as you had the same class together

you swiftly close and lock your locker, turning to isagi before speaking, “hey so, we’re still hanging out after school, right? by the tree next to field?”

he tried not to get lost in your eyes (and his thoughts) as you spoke, “oh- uh yeah of course. i’ll see you then, yeah?”

“mhm! okay, see ya soon!” you left with a smile, leaving the lovestruck boy to lean against the locker, determined to confess today

classes finished and the final bell had rung, but isagi, who typically waited outside of your classroom to walk with you because his teacher let him out early, was no where to be seen. and so you waited a little longer, assuming he was just running late.

‘weird..’ you thought, until you got a text message from the boy himself;

yoooiichiii!!: hey i’m outside btw, sorry should have told you sooner

[n/n]: OH okay no worries, see u in a bit!!

you walk outside and make your way to the spot the two of you always hang out at. it’s a quiet, secluded part of the field with a good tree for shade and a nice view of the soccer field for when you’re at isagi’s practices.

you’re met with a small bundle of your favorite flowers, your favorite snacks and drinks spread out on the blanket, and a nervous looking yoichi. you think you see some red on his ears, but you blame it on the sun.

“heyy what’s all this, hm?” you tease, honestly quite flattered

“nothing,” he laughs, “just wanted to do a little bit more for you today” his smile is so comforting you think. should you feel this way for your best friend..?

you shake off your flustering thoughts and take a seat next to isagi, knees touching as you sit crisscross with your backs against the tree. the two of you start eating, talking about random things that had happened that day and laughing together.

days like these were great, the way the sunlight that peeked through the leaves and shone on isagi’s face outlined his features beautifully. these hang outs felt normal and calm…and oddly domestic..but no, isagi was your friend. it’s unfair to think of him like that..right?

all of this thinking, eating, and talking was too tiring, so you decided to claim yoichi’s shoulder as your own and leaned against it, loosely linking your arm with his.

he freezes. his heartbeat increased and his face feels hot. suddenly the smell of your perfume was more heavenly than usual and he was melting into your touch. his hand creeped up to the top of your head as he spoke softly,

“you tired?”

“mhm..”

isagi couldn’t fight back the smile, you were adorable. he loved how you were comfortable enough to sleep on him and that he could be so close to you like this.

minutes passed and yoichi saw you were asleep, so he spoke, “you’re my favorite person, you know that?” he looked back down onto your sleeping form, not expecting you to respond

“you’re..an amazing person, and being friends with you like this is…it does things to me, i’ll be honest” he laughs

“i really think..” he pauses. “i think i’m ready to love you” now his hand is rubbing against your temple, leaning his head against yours.

you mumble incoherently, isagi freezes once more. ‘oh god was i too loud’ he fears, hoping you didn’t hear his “lame” confession.

“what’s that?” he questions, peeking one eye open.

“i said, i think i’m ready to love you too, you dork” sleepiness was hazing your vision but isagi’s blush was still as clear as day.

you plant a small kiss on his cheek and go back to sleep. by this time, yoichi is over the moon with a happiness and smile on his face.

“you really are perfect for me, aren’t you” he mumbles, kissing the crown of your head before leaning his head against your own, falling asleep with your hand now intertwined with his

peeking one eye open, the flowers he hand picked seem to be a bit brighter than usual, but maybe that’s just the lighting <3

p.s. is this cringy? probably but i actually kinda like this one

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi #isagi x reader #bllk isagi #✩ vie writes

[thatonekreachur]

hhhhh finally I have time to now post this hshshshshhshs

anyways au

so um, yeah, so um uh...

Some days ago I decided to listen to a song for the first time, Symbiotic by Starset, and then i thought "wow. this is absolute broppy material." until it came to me.

guys, hear me out... in this au the trolls have glowy markings all over their body, and the bergans are giant machines that feed on their energy.

Also, the colors of the glowy bits on the pop trolls are like the colors of stars... they can be blue, like a hot blue star, or red, like a cool red star, or yellow, like our sun (even though it's kinda white...). Just a little detail of think is cool, and it's gonna be overall space and glowy themed and such!

And it will of course focus on our famous duo over there! Some things under the cut

The perks of this au includes:

Space and glowy themed ofc

Adding in to the worldbuilding

It will cover all three movies, and I will rewrite the story of each

More interaction between characters

Extra action and suspense and violence

So I am like torn between turning this au into a ao3 fanfic or a comic, or maybe both... idk... let me explain.

So, for comic, which is what I am really leaning into more, my art would look a little... flat at the start, and I would improve and advance as I work on it a little more. One disadvantage is how long the comic will take to complete. One other comic that I read on Deviantart literally took ten fucking years to complete, and for something that's going to cover three whole movies, I don't really think it's gonna be plausible.

Like, the comic will have an introduction chapter, and will be divided into three parts, each representing the three movies, with more being added with future installments. Like, if it will take ten fucking years to complete one part, then I will literally grow old and die before I even start one that will cover the potential fifth or sixth movie, not to mention the high chance of hitting artist's block. So my solution is to keep this short, but not too short to not make the plot feel rushed, and not too long so it won't literally take more than 2 years to complete...

So, for fanfic, it will take a lot less time to complete, and I get to learn how to write, but not how to draw. And for doing both, I get to learn how to draw and write but then I might overstimulate myself doing a buncha things at the same time.

But one thing for both of them is that I have to overcome the fear of writing the characters names on there, so you guys have to help me out on this one. I have no idea why I am afraid of putting the names on there, like its a bunch a words... what harm can they do?

I might've made the conclusion, I will do the comic one better. Guys if this feels a little rushed and the grammar feels broken is because I am writing this at the point where I need to go asleep and the melatonin is kicking in. so, yeah goodbye

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls movie #trolls world tour #my art #trolls 1 #dw trolls #trolls au #It will be named of course the symbiotic au #trolls 2 #trolls fanart #symbioticau

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

NEW GAME ALERT 🫡 Assign a song to each of your tumblr friends?? 💪

IM SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER W THIS AOUGHGHGHHGHGH im rlly bad at answering asks on time 🤡 anyways without further ado (buckle up for mostly kpop)

@pernonix: cliche but it has to be cast me a spell by mili! perno is like The mahoyaku mutual for me so it's only natural that i associate the mhyk theme song w them AHAHAHA if i had to give a non-mhyk song, it'd be in&out by red velvet!

@pocasu: AOUGHGHGH ion my beloved 🫶 suit dance by onlyoneof is the song i'd give them! it's got the suave elegant #swag that i associate with them <3 keep serving all that cunt bestie bae we love to see it

@ai-kan1: (grips ai) i give you boy by the boyz! it's super cheerful and fun, which is genuinely the vibe u give off hehe i also think the song is super ace-core which works perfectly well for one of our resident acekissers xoxo

@anzepanpan/@venushotline: i'm giving you new by yves (loona)! this is actually my favorite loona solo and i stand by it when i say yves only makes music for hot girls <3 it's classy, it's girly, it's got the pretty girl energy dia embodies perfectly!

@senqv: your song is sunny side up by red velvet! i kinda associate you with a sweet, lackadaisical energy, and i think this is the perfect kaiserkisser enemies to lovers thing (pov im delusional) im thinking of <3 we love to see it nyehe

@tartppola: im giving you by other ace anthem, which is we must love by onf! our taste is impeccable and our shady smut peddling dms are even more tasteful. keep kissing adeuce and letting me beat u up w love &lt;3 also liar liar by oh my girl is my deuce anthem so im tacking that onto u as well

@scornelious: hello tv :] my song for you is meddle about by chase atlantic! this is what u get for being my resident aikukisser. im sorry i have to. i didnt want to assign you a machine gun kelly song, so ur getting chase atlantic instead. love u to pieces muah hehe

@pearly-elain: elain my bbg (fuckboy lipbite /j) i'd be doing u dirty if i didnt give u a girlboss anthem! so im giving you snapping by chungha <3 please dont grill kaiser too hard i still need him sort of alive if i wanna continue by whiteboykissing

@sophiethewitch1: im assigning you villain by stella jang! it's so preppy and mature, and i think that suits you very well! i love seeing u in pitlock, and i think the nuanced nature of the song is very sophiecore in my opinion :]

@takumipineapplexd: taku babe u are love o'clock by wjsn! it's the perfect teenage-girl daydream heartthrob crush song, and it fits your vibe to a T! love seeing u being delulu and love smacking u into the ground with said delulu

@spadecentral: im giving you hula hoop by loona! it's such a cute, fast-paced bubblegum song, and that's generally the vibes i always get from you when we talk! thanks for always being supportive of my interests, and keep brightening my day lovely!!

@antiv3nom: POPPET <3 you are getting wow by loona! it's another banger song, very cute very fun very dancey! i wanted to give u smth more creative than slapping on some videogame-themed kpop song, so loona it is 🫡

@yaakultt: aough anyone who has been on my blog for like . longer than 3 seconds knows that i am Not the biggest fan of newjeans but i truly mean this when u give me immaculate hype boy by newjeans vibes! it's the girlypop, chillax big sis vibes yanno? only the cool girls get assigned newjeans songs by mac :]

@katasstrophy: ur song is so what by loona (can u tell im an orbit ADKGKJSD)! it's so loud and unapologetic and layered, it's the perfect bad bitch song for none other than the baddest of them all <3 thank u for feeding me so well w kaiser thoughts always hehe

@leiqi: ur getting superhuman by nct! idk why but i keep associating nct with u 💀 and this song for some reason but its ok!! its a super fun song that fits a super fun person, and i love how u always indulge in my delulu ass tbz x bllk thoughts HAHA

@kruinka: hello kaiserkisser :) you're getting picassO by onlyoneof! it's such a beautiful sensual artsy song, which is perfect for The kaiserartist of tumblr dot com! i love seeing ur art, and i cant wait till i get to commission u again!

@torufilms: im giving u the One and Only heart attack by chuu! it's cutesy and fun and so so so huggable, which sums up everything about you so well! even ur acc theme is adorable, so i think heart attack rlly is the cherry on top <3

@gloriium: your song is to heart by fromis9! it's a super heartfelt coming-of-age song and i cant help but think abt how well it'd fit ur yumeship w sebek :] it's so pure and catchy and innocent, and it's definitely a song i associate with you!

@earthtooz: my song for you is change up by seventeen! you're like a spark of joy to see, so naturally, my song for u is something that matches that high-tension energy! you never fail to make me crack up, so i adore having u around!

@aanobrain: every time i see u, all i can think abt is the tag u left abt me almost making u like kaiser, so i just Have to give u gaslighting by onlyoneof! the enemies to lovesr arc before becoming a fullfledged kaiserkisser is a rite of passage <3 u'll become like us soon enough

@hammannii: man there's like . a bajillion songs i cld give u, but i am assigning you with begin by jungkook! i think it's a good testimonial song to our . unconventional friendship, and i hope we continue indulging (read: bullying) each other!

@notaliarr: hello kaiserkisser :) your song is the stealer by the boyz! it's such a slutty yet like . oddly yearnful song? and if that doesnt sum up kaiser–and by association, you–then i dont know what does <3 i love seeing ur art, and i always gobble it up

@hyomaluvr: my song for u is rococo by iz*one! i remember u mentioning them being ur ults, and rococo is one of my favorite songs by the group :) have fun with ur dangans and ronpas or whatever, and ill be back to smack u over the head w kuroo at some point

@chaosinanutshell: your song is dkdk by fromis9! can u tell im a sucker for cutesy pop? it's so whimsical yet endearing, and that's the sorta vibe i get from you! i love seeing u pop into my inbox and im so so sorry for being so bad at answering ur asks, but ur effort doesnt go unnoticed here!!!

@itshis: i'm assigning you get it by pristin v! it's such a good song, and it's so pussyslay just like u <3 i look up to u a lot, so im always excited to see u on my dash and to see whatever it is ur up to! im cheering u on zari!!

@by-moonflower: i salute to the backbone of kaisernation 🫡 my pick is velvet by exid! it's such a chill, sensual grown-woman-ass song (im so sorry i wish i cld be more elegant) which is genuinely the kind of vibes i always get from u. like the red-wine-rich-aunt-poetry-night sort of aesthetic, yanno?

@aiixen: your art is sOOOO cute!! i love seeing ur oc smmmmm im giving u flash by rocket punch! ur art is always so smooth n yummy n i wanna shove it into my mouth like taffy (pov i have the impulse control of a toddler)

@echarie: your assigned song is orbit by jonghyun! your bllk takes are so big brained (like u deadass predicted lorenzo being a major character before any of us did, and im excited to see what role drago might play!), and i love hearing ur input!

@daiseukiis: my pick for you is eve, psyche, and bluebeard's wife by lesserafim! it's the "it girl" song, the boss bitch song, the hot girl summer song if u will :3c keep doing ur thing and slaying, cuz we love to see it!

@00fabulous/@doki-doki-imagines: your song is love on the floor by nct! our dms are . A HOT MESS so to say, and it's uncanny how well our thoughts match up HAHAHA it's real genius to genius (read: clown to clown) communication up in this bitch

last but not least @ayushipop: my sharty bae, my babagrill, my mark to my lee <3 your song is irreplaceable by nct! it'd be illegal of me to give u any other song after ive heard u going apeshit over teehee go drown oingo boingo in a vat of water for me <3 hope u get unbanned from twt soon and have a safe trip <3

if i missed anyone, pls dont take it personally! as u can tell, this was a longass list, so im bound to accidentally let a few people fall thru the cracks 🤡

#answered ask #THIS TURNED OUT TO BE . SO FUCKING LONG IM SO SORRY #my head feels fried after writing all of this out i need a break

[mdhwrites]

One episode I like a lot for Sasha’s arc in season 2 is The War Hammer. It not only demonstrates the consequences of pushing your friends too far for a hollow trophy, but it also establishes another flaw in Sasha’s Strength: too much determination to achieve something, even if that something won't get you far.

It reminds me of one episode of two different shows, I don't know if you have watched them by the way, Gravity Falls and Steven Universe. An example of Gravity Falls is the falling out between Stanford and Fiddleford: after the test of the portal went wrong and Fiddleford almost got trapped in another dimension, he begged Ford to destroy the machine which he refused because it was his life's work, he wasn't going to give up when he was so close to his goal. Fiddleford left anyway much to Ford’s anger as he yelled at him that he could do the rest on his own and didn't need him.

And with Steven Universe, it happens when Pearl’s desire to go to space went so far that she almost got herself and Steven killed. Their ship was falling apart and he told her “Sometimes you have to know when to bail” and she made the sacrifice of throwing away that spaceship to not implode with it.

That's what got, in my opinion, Sasha’s determination so twisted. Her goal was to amplify her control: not only her friendship with Anne and Marcy but also ruling over another world. Having goals is something good but if those goals are only to feed your ego, you won't get too far or you will but you won't have achieved anything. That's why Sasha was so unsatisfied after usurping the throne in True Colors: her coup was successful -if only for a short time- but it didn't bring her any happiness as her friendship with Anne was broken as a cost and warning her about Andrias didn't work which led to a terrible fight that ended up with Marcy being stabbed. It's the opposite of the feeling she had in The Battle of The Bands, she might not have won the contest but she had fun with her friends singing Anne’s song and letting go of control.

So this isn't a bad way to read it but I do disagree, at least for the overall meaning to her arch. It's a good lesson, to listen to your friends, keep your word, etc. like that... But it's also one that clearly Sasha doesn't keep. It's not one she learns in that moment because she will break her word in True Colors still. So... Why doesn't she learn the lesson? And strap in because I'm taking this for a ride just to talk about Sasha's character as a whole.

Because she's a spoiled brat who's never been said no to. This is my reading of the character admittedly but she, WAY above Marcy, sees Amphibia as a game because for a long time, she's seen LIFE as a game. They youngest form of her we see is an angry child playing make believe knight, yelling at people way older and bigger than her and getting REWARDED for it. She is the child of divorce but rather than miserable, in Reunion she makes it clear that she can make parties at her place happen on a whim and has at least a pretty generous allowance, if not almost a blank check for whatever she wants to do so long it isn't outrageous. This to me speaks of divorced parents who both want to be the 'favorite' and thus would never push back against their princess.

Remember: Her goal, as stated at the end of the first episode we meet her in, is to turn the world RED. To play. And why not? St. James was hers to rule already as a star cheerleader with incredible influence and popularity. Teenagers were so easy, why should adults be any harder, especially when she's able to twist the toads around her finger?

She is the hero of her own story though. She makes people's lives better. They're HELPLESS without her... Which is why Reunion hurt so much. See, for all the reasons I stated that she is the queen, she also rules alone mostly. She doesn't make close connections because everyone wants something from her. There were only two people who ever wanted to be her friend without that. She sounds genuinely surprised when Anne and Marcy want to spend more time with her after all. Two genuine connections. Two queens to elevate to her position.

In Reunion, we saw the positive element of this. Beaten and facing what seemed certain death, she decided to accept it. It was better that one of her true friends live than for them both to die. In Barrel's Hammer, we see the MUCH darker side of it. She literally cannot envision the two being able to even function, let alone thrive, without her. It drives her mad. It drives her madder than she's ever been and so turning back is never an option in her mind.

And Percy and the other Toad make her pay a price for it. Just like Anne had. A second time where her game didn't play like it was supposed to. And I like that we actually get a moment to see Grime fueling Sasha's WORST parts because of who he is. It's not done maliciously but the calculus of war that Grime is playing by can often feel like a game. Like you must strip people down to simply a number on a spreadsheet.

It is also the calculus of war that leads to her discontentment during True Colors. To her, she got the neutral ending, not the good ending of an RPG. She thought she was ready for it, ready to cut away Anne so that she didn't have to keep making concessions, but on the throne of Amphibia, there's nothing to distract her from the fact that she rules... But she rules alone. That's not satisfactory to her though. She's the hero. The hero has friends by their side, and Andrias being the villain gives her the chance to be that again.

And that last attempt to bring it all together instead made it all shatter like glass. We even see shards of Sasha wanting the binary world she lived in by wanting to be able to dismiss Marcy. To not offer Marcy the same kindnesses that Anne gave her. Hell, her thinking that it's as simple as giving command to Anne to make things not complicated is another sign of those old ways of thinking continuing to plague her. To make her resist change, even as she more and more is forced to realize that if she really wants to be the hero she envisions in herself, she needs to accept change. Accept others. Accept life and stop thinking she's the protagonist in a game.

And in Barrel's Hammer, getting a legendary weapon wasn't her showing she was the chosen one like she surely saw in her mind... It merely pulled the cork that was keeping things together, draining away those who truly cared about her until she would be left high and dry.

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Bonus note: I have seen the first episode of Steven Universe, both halves, and kind of hated the gems and thought they were insufferable to the point where I had no interest in watching more. Gravity Falls on the other hand I've seen the first episode, two or three episodes inbetween, and then the last three and actually found that viewing experience satisfying enough that I've never gone back.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

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#Amphibia #sasha waybright #Barrel's Hammer

[dandylovesturtles]

12, 18, and 29 for the fic ask!

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIPs?

not really...... I talked before about how the song dead girl in the pool by girl in red is kind of my song for IMBI but I don't have a whole playlist set up for it. It's not something I do very often (I'm boring sorry lol).

For Corrupted Upgrade I was initially toying with using lyrics from Viva Las Vengeance by Panic! At the Disco for the title. I ended up not doing that obviously but still

Hacking at my feed, act like you are me No one really cares (really cares) Nothing's really real, no one really feels Nothing to declare (to declare)

I don't wanna be anonymous But, I don't wanna be you In a city full of promises Nothing rings true

I think it fits lol

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

MMMM... this is cheating a little because it's not one line but this bit from Tapping Out:

“Yep, that thing,” says Leo, his voice far too cheery. “Don’t worry, Angelo, I’ll take care of it. Give us ten minutes.”

Donnie doesn’t want ten minutes. He wants ten years and then some. A moment of peace for every one stolen from him by the krang.

He picks up another wrench and flings it. There’s a crash as it knocks something over.

“Twenty minutes,” Leo amends, and then he’s opening the door.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

I initially had a completely different fight scene written for the final confrontation in Corrupted Upgrade but I ended up cutting it and rewriting it from scratch because I didn't like it very much - I kept some of the dialogue but that's it. Here's a bit of it (under the cut):

Donnie had the audacity to pout, lowering just slightly on his robot arms. “Well you’re no fun.”

“I’m serious, Dee.” Leo straightened up, lowering his sword. This wasn’t working - it was time for a different approach. “No more tricks. You stick with your tech-bo and I won’t open any more portals. Mano a mano. How’s that sound?” 

“It sounds like you’re the one playing a trick-”

“Ninja honor here. I open a portal, you send the big robot after me.” He grinned, giving Donnie a one-armed shrug. “You have all the power here, Lord Othello von Ryan. What do you say?”

Donnie’s eyebrow quirked behind his visor, but after a moment’s contemplation he lowered himself to the ground, planting his feet and retracting the arms of his battleshell.

“Fine.” He smirked. “It’s been awhile since I’ve kicked your tail with just my tech-bo.”

“Uh, you have never beaten me, just for the record.” Leo grinned back, raising the odachi again. “And you won’t this time either.”

They quickly fell into a rhythm Leo was familiar with - Donnie with his quick, dancing hits and Leo with bigger, heavier strikes with his sword. With the bo, the goal was to use the opponent’s weight against them, and Leo, with his two-handed sword, had a lot of weight to throw around. He knew how to watch for that, though. 

His goal now, up close, wasn’t to win, anyway. It was to finally break through to his stupid brother so they could go home already.

“Okay, so like I was saying, we’re both hooked up to a machine that has us trapped in a virtual reality-”

“You’re still going on about that?” Donnie rolled his staff around his neck, and Leo just barely ducked the swipe. “You know I don’t believe you.”

“You have to believe me, because if you don’t then we’re going to be stuck here until we die of dehydration, or electrocution, or… bed sores or something!”

“Hah! As if the Purple Dragons could have programmed an actual functioning virtual reality without my help!”

“They probably stole some experimental code or something. If you’d just stop being so stubborn then you could look at it all you wanted!”

“I already know that it’s fake so what’s the point! Now!” He swung his bo at Leo’s chest, and he just barely managed to block. “Are you going to fight back or are you just going to dodge all day?”

“I don’t want to hurt you-”

“Hah! If this is a virtual reality then why would we even feel pain?”

“Because it’s a really mean virtual reality that’s hooked to our nervous system!”

“That would be highly experimental and incredibly dangerous!”

“I know that which is why I would really like to get out now- Gah!”

Donnie got in a hit on his arm, and it hurt; even with a normal bo staff it would have, but the titanium in his weapon was serious business.

Donnie took the opening to his advantage: he started to pummel Leo on both sides, and despite his best efforts to block he started getting smacked around. In the arms, in the legs, in the plastron. Donnie wasn’t letting up, and Leo realized that he was out for blood in a way he never had been during training.

He wasn’t listening. He was still trying to hurt him.

Thanks for the ask!

#fic ask game #fic: i may be invisible but i still look good #fic: tapping out #fic: corrupted upgrade

[iamreallyboard]

Tawog x male reader

Ep 4 the dvd

Ep beings in the house

Nicole: gumball don't forget to take the dvd to the store or we get a fine

Gumball: why can't you do it you're the one with a car and why can't y/n do it he has a car

Y/n: had I crash when my favorite song was in the radio

Nicole: yes exactly and I wasn't the one who watches alligators on a train for 72 times

Gumball: ah but technically you rented it with your money

Nicole: the money I need to feed you kids!

Gumball: the kids you decided to have

Y/n makes a "cut it out"with his hands

Nicole punches the door completely destroying it

Gumball: ok nevermind!

Nicole: good thank you honey also don't to put on some pants

Gumball: what?

Y/n: umm "points down"

Gumball: ah!! What th-

Litte timeskip I mean do you really want to see hi-

Gumball: Darwin have you seen the dv- what are you doing!!!

Darwin: Iam using the pizza cutter

Gumball: that not a pizza cutter! Be careful with dvds the smallest scratch could runied it!!

He says it while using the wrong side sponge

Darwin: um gumbal-

Gumball: shut it! Iam tired of your carelessen

You walk in the kitchen and your eyes wideden

Y/n: gumball that the wrong side of the sponge!!!

Gumball looks at the dvd all scratch up he screams the dvd falls into the sink completely destroying it

Gumball: ahh!! What are gonna do?!!?!?

Darwin/y/n: face the consequences of our actions?

Gumball: no sillys I got a better idea

Y/n: if you had a idea why did you say ahh!!!what are we gonna do?!?!?!

Gumball: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Y/n would be very good at cinema sins

Timeskip

Gumball: there you can make anything with a marker

The dvd was drawn on the dvd cast or whatever its called

Y/n: I don't think that gonna work no actually that definitely not gonna work

Gumball: don't worry it literally looks the same Larry won't noti-

Cut

Larry: I noticed it

Gumball: pfff noticed what?

Larry: the fact that you think I won't noticed that the black "dvd" was written by a black marker listen your kids so iam giving you a week to pay

Gumball: oh thank you "whisper" y/n abord plan b

Larry looks behind him seeing you with a crowbar

Larry: hey what the iam calling the poli-

You knock him out using the handle of the crowbar

Cut to gumball reading a newspaper for job applications

Gumball: can you cook

Y/n: 100 percent no look what happened to the house after I helped mom cook

Cut to the Watterson house burning

Gumball: can you drive?

Y/n/Darwin: yes/no

Y/n: well kinda unless there no radio I can drive

Gumball: can you speak Chinese?

Darwin: "speaking Chinese" translation to

No

Gumball and you look down seeing the subtitle looking confused

Gumball: oh I found one! Make up products testing no experience at all

Y/n: why can't they test it on themselves

Cut

employee: are you 18 or above it?

Y/n: iam 30 and they 11/12

Employee: eh good enough get inside

Random voice: ok relax and look at the red dot close your eyed and make a kissing face

They do but gumball gets hit in the eye cause he opened one eye to see if it's over y/n and Darwin open looking good while gumball crawls the make up disfigured hi face both look disturb at what they looking at

Employee: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cut

Gumball: I can't believe she only gave us a penny it wasn't even enough for the bus

The phone ring the boys gulp as gumball picks up the phone

Gumball: uhm hellooo

Nicole: gumball I know you destroy it I got a red letter from Lazer video

Gumball: off no you can't prove it

Nicole: iam right here

She appears with the phone the boys scream and ran

Nicole: oh no your not!

She chase after them they jumped over the fence

Darwin: y/n we need a plan!!!

As Darwin said that you were gone

Gumball: dang it!! Y/n!!!!

Timeskip my hands are tried and iam lazy

Both ran to lazar video seeing you

Gumball: y/n what were you!!!!????

Y/n: bribing Larry anyways how about a tank and a machine gun

Larry: sir I don't want any guns pls let me be

Nicole appears behind them

Nicole: wait you make ran though the neighborhood on a dog for some fine that only cost 25 and y/n you have money

Y/n: oh yeah I forgot soliders get payed

Nicole reaches for her pockets

Gumball: see guys I told you facing your consequences of our actions

You and Darwin grab a crowbar

Episode ends I think you know what gonna happen

[bluberimufim]

URL Song Tag Game

Thank you, @writeblr-of-my-own for the tag (you may watch them struggle with their gigantic url here)

Rules: write a song for each letter of your URL. Tag as many people as there are letters!

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina & The Diamonds

Largo al Factotum from Rossini's "The Barber of Seville"

Underworld Blues by The Mechanisms (it's the only U song I hadon my phone...)

Blood & Money by The Orion Experience

Eighth Wonder by Lemon Demon

Rose Red by The Mechanisms (I've used this one in tag games lie 3 times now)

Ireland from "Legally Blonde - the musical"

Masochism Tango (The) by Tom Lehrer

Under the Willow by Shayfer James (that one came from the depths of my brain omg)

Feed the Machine by Poor Man's Poison

I've Decided to Marry You from "A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder"

Moby Duck by The Longest Johns

This was hard :')

Anyway, allow me to gently tag @rbbess110, @cheeto-flavoured-pasta (bc I wanna watch them suffer *cue evil laugh*(you don't need to do it if it's too hard)) and @stesierra

#maybe my formatting choices weren't the best #my eclectic music taste strikes again #tag game #not writing

[blysse-and-blunder]

in lieu of the dog days of summer

monday, aug 22, 2022

on my phone again in the hopes it’ll help me preserve (some) brevity! it has not worked! vague but important spoilers below for winter’s orbit (and a little for the left hand of darkness). it’s been a while, actually, since a summer of mine has had real, actual dog days—it requires a combination of heat, breathlessness, and a feeling like time has suspended which is actually quite hard to get, as an adult. you’d think the last two years would have but, for me anyway, not really? anyway, i think we finally got there this weekend—neat. dry grass, bright days, breathlessness. thunder woke me at 2am last night, and it’s been raining on and off all day, at last, at last. i think i’m calmer than I have been in…weeks.

reading it’s been a week+ (a summer, maybe) of space operas. listening to murderbot 4 network effect any time i’m on public transit (and thinking abt how tuning in and out of the events in the audio book while commuting is a bit like having them all coming to me in a feed, actually), got 80% of the way into a memory called empire before the loan expired and i was so so bereft that i’ve turned around and started rereading ancillary justice (fascinating to pair with murderbot, i should talk about that next time). we’re talking empire, we’re talking what it means to be colonized, human- and person-ness, we’re talking gender, and cool info tech, and more political machinations and unpronounceable names than you can shake a stick at. but today’s post is for everina maxwell’s winter’s orbit, since that’s what i actually finished most recently. very good experience, i found it immediately engaging, a good mix of all the above Space Opera Themes with then lots of small touches of humor and genuine fun romance to stand out. i saw a blurb describing this as red, white, and royal blue plus imperial radch, but honestly i think it reads better as its own thing, or at most as a love letter to the left hand of darkness. (it’s not as anthropological or poetic, but there is Gender, there’s negotiations abt joining an echumen-esque galactic alliance, there’s a winter camping trip. winter’s orbit is for people who really wanted genly and estraven to get it on in that tent). is an arranged political marriage tropey as hell? yeah! did i have fun with the miscommunication and unreliable narrators? yeah! was this also one of the most searing portrayals of spousal abuse i’ve ever read? yeah. you can see it immediately if you know what to look for, the details are peppered in very intelligently. we hear the term gaslighting thrown around quite loosely these days— that’s not how i’m using it. i mean quite seriously, it’s clear through flashbacks that a character has previously been made to second guess their own perceptions by their spouse, has had their communications with friends and family shut off, privacy invaded, sense of self eroded, been shamed, manipulated, and taught to anticipate outbursts and apologizes to avoid them, and is an unreliable narrator in part because of negative self-talk learned through abuse. it’s heartbreaking. but there’s a journey of healing started, and watching the other protagonist’s righteous fury was very satisfying. also getting to destroy his own evil ex (even in a hallucination scenario) helped.

listening been spending a lot of time with my spot of fy top songs of 2021 playlist. you know how you sometimes scroll your own blog to bask in your own good taste? a bit like that. it’s also very funny, bc there are songs on there i one thousand percent have barely heard once—i guess they have to algorithmically pad it out to reach 100 songs for weirdos like me. anyway, here’s dom fera’s ‘easy thing’, which grooves like a lazy sunday mid morning bop if I’ve ever heard one but has lyrics that go surprisingly hard!

watching finished up season 2 of gentleman jack with @hematiterings (including much consternation at some of the rushed, disjointed, mystifying editing in the last episode), watched some full metal alchemist: brotherhood with her, @pep-squad-lizzie and @dimir-charmer, and finally started ‘Turning Red’ for myself! only about halfway through it, and so far the toronto details are my favorite. local friends please weigh in, but it seems like it must be fun to watch if you grew up here. i have also watched another episode of oath of love, bringing me up to 12 i think? @witcheryen they just surprised gu wei with the house warming (bet he haaaaated that) and lzx saw the hot female doctor at his window. gasp.

playing still on my stardew bullshit—more cut scenes with more characters has been really lovely, and leah gave me her statue! i have also purchased a cow and named her marigold ☺️ then tonight, got to play some more ‘it takes two’ with my xbox buddy; i have liked each level of this thing more (we’re done with the squirrels and wasps now and have reached the space-faring baboon!! the scenery is so starry and beautiful!) and have still got to hold myself back from shouting at the dialogue.

making repotted my poor fucking nasturtium, which had been gnawed off at the stem by a squirrel again. it has put out some root hairs after sitting in water for a few days, so it’s back in soil to see if it can actually pull through, but i haven’t much hope. meanwhile, the rest of the garden is starting to really produce!

working on anyone besides me not notice we’d skipped this section last week XD. which is hilarious bc I do think about work almost constantly, however it is depressing so a break isn’t a bad thing. still, as a small check-in, I’ve more or less reframed my chapter plans in my head (‘offering a reading rather than a definition; this isn’t a lexicographical project’) and now just get to explain and justify those to my supervisor on wednesday. still reading this welsh article, as part of getting extra tutoring yn gymraeg. he was very nice to me last week, which is good bc one word conversational gambits still seem to be my limit. oh, and the post doc / publication chat i had with a supportive prof last week thoroughly shook me. everything’s dandy.

#ilcb #in lieu of a commonplace book #weekly roundup

[artcalledtattoo]

You wanna feel something Crossbreed the Synthetic Division Let’s just go and buy it Come on let’s go Just you and me Let’s go Have my back cover me Am I awake, am I not, awake Let’s go Let’s go Spring summer fall winter Seasons playing into new years New fears for a continue Give up the minds (squash our minds) Madness continuing (trip up our minds) All chaos now (stop the minds) Underlined bitches Violence is spreading near Are you asleep Death is happening Ask a Ukranian Crawling low to the ground to hide from shrapnel, basements, not wanting to leave home, it used to be theirs, Ukrainian land used to be theirs until Putin invading it mass graving it raping it Raping it The Ukrainian homeland Raped by Putin You Putin are underlined Just Breathe let me begin with death brought to by Putin & soldiers Killing mass button trigger pulling Digging graves Digging graves Digging graves For the massed dead Put your ridicules towards a children home building, blast it all down, the children were marked, a you slaughtered the building, I don’t like you Vladimir allow me to make you my bitch faget fuck shirtless horse rider the political’s....I’m suffocating in my hate for you For you for you Putin I need to breathe Pure Energy Find my way Need some dead ancestral help Change my soundscapes Lead me to Allow my my mind to be open Allow my open Feed me into a new grace Give me energy Give me energy Give me energy Give me power to change the minds Of the dumbfounded The dumbfounded Dumbfounded Changed Great album only few songs in to the album Release me machines to cause the chaos Complain for changes point fingers Prunts surrounding all around me Prunts surrounding all around me Prunts surrounding all around me Painted red like Russian invasion Kill civilians & children Kill civilians & children Hearing music as I’m writing this Kill civilians & children Geneva on vacation Geneva on vacation, Geneva Geneva where are you Geneva where are you Blood being let to outside of bodies Blood being let to out side of bodies Blood being red now 9 stem, you ready for this Focus concentrate I may be moving to fast for the process feed the water breathe in the air continued livening but only essentials and that doesn’t impress these Humans Humans Humans Regret these times but we are living in the same histories what the fuck is wrong with us, I don’t understand drinking to numb my pain of the same god damn the living cause we are doing wrong, just look at a trumped voting choice, taking us down to his ends all hail Donald Fucking Trump Raise your hands let us see your Lost soul following threads to kill Your affiliations Lost to us they keep that information from us What were you killing for? Global Peace Global Warming What fight did you fight for? They keeeeeep that info From US Crossbred I’ve been severed By your voting actions Prunts to all Trumps & Putins All one and like each other Putin’s fight was supposed to be easier Right, Trump .|. Chump Anyways a great album! Minus the politics

#wordsbymm #writing #thoughts #crossbreed #synthetic #division

[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #silent hill #silent hill x reader #silent hill imagine #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head imagine #red pyramid #red pyramid x reader #red pyramid imagine

[sillysnack]

silly headcanons for the eldest madrigals (dolores, luisa, and isabela)

dolores

dolores buys a lot of items for scrapbooking / journaling and doesnt use them. #materialgirl

^ camilo sees her holding a new notebook for the nth time in a week and asks if he could borrow the ballpen set that came along with it, only to be answered with a death stare.

at night she makes those old-timey aesthetic journal spreads

these kinds:

anyways dolores started making a lot of these once she was dating mariano; having a notebook dedicated to the poems her boyfriend wrote for her.

ahh she also does calligraphy!!!! dolores has really beautiful handwriting

she gives mariano handwritten letters and he gives her heartfelt poems TT

isabela thinks dolores and mariano are couple goals <3

luisa

collects stuffed animals

mirabel taught her how to use the sewing machine in her room and now its a way for the two sisters to bond :3

visits antonio's room from time to time to interact with the animals

especially Parce, antonio's pet jaguar

luisa feeds the jaguar whenever antonio's out playing with camilo

has an abundance of hobbies but really likes playing the piano

she isnt necessarily great at it but she can play a song or two.

prefers playing in private but if luisa did have to play the piano in public, she'd rather do it with agustin since he was the one that introduced her to it anyways

isabela

love of my life (CANON)

she is THE flirt in encanto

i headcanon her as a lesbian so 😜👍

regardless of that she flirts with everyonee mostly because she wants to see people flustered around her...

if a woman flirts back with her though Ohohohoh she is as red as the rose she's holding

disaster lesbian. see this >:3

gives dolores little flowers for her journaling stuff

has those adult coloring books and the three of them (dolores, luisa, and isabela) do those together. its their girls-only activity

designs her outfits and asks mirabel for help with making the actual outfit

^ luisa hears about it and helps as well

sister thingz

#dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #encanto headcanons #encanto #im writing this at 1am #lmao

[kpopmalereader]

kiss ; jeon wonwoo, vernon choi

• summary: moments with your boyfriends, wonwoo and vernon • pairing: jeon wonwoo x male!reader x vernon choi • word count: 2292 • to do

Your manager talks endlessly at your side, discussing your song and choreographers and things you stopped listening to a long time before. You lean against the hallway’s wall, waiting for your name to be called.  Your bandmates are positioned on your other side. You hope at least one of them is listening to your manager in the vain chance it could be significant. Considering it’s your job to listen and speak to everyone, you know that hope is wasted.

Seventeen’s manager walks by you, and you resist the urge to smile, waiting for the two prettiest boys to walk by. You nod your head at Seungcheol when you see him, eyes not completely focused on them until you spot Wonwoo, with Vernon following right behind him. You begin to smirk and glance up at them. You openly check them out for a second, winking when they look at you like you’ve grown an extra head. You laugh at yourself and lean your head back, letting your manager’s monotonous tone fill your ears.

*

Wonwoo bows to you slightly when you look at him. You slide your card back into the vending machine you stand in front of and nod your head, letting him pick out some food. A faint smile is playing at his lips as he mulls over the selections. He takes much longer to make his decision than he needs to, moving inch-by-inch closer to you as the minutes pass.

“I saw your performance.” He speaks quietly, his low voice reverberating in your skull. “You did well.”

You decide to tease him a bit and raise an eyebrow. “What did you think of the others? Or were you only focused on me?”

You lean closer to him as you speak, eyes raking his body up and down. You can just see his ears turn red. His hand shakes slightly as he reaches for the buttons. His fingers hover over the F, and you push his hand, guiding it to pick the candy bar you know he’s craving. He smiles at you and looks around.

“Should you be so bold out in public like this?”

You hum and lean close, almost brushing your nose against his chin. “Why? Is it bothering you?”

He clears his throat and steps forward. He picks up his candy and pulls your card out of the machine. “No. Not at all.”

You smirk. You lean over him, draping your arm around his shoulder to pick your card out of his fingers. You quickly kiss his shoulder before walking away, leaving him to deal with the aftermath.

*

Vernon wears a mask, sunglasses, and a hood, covering every part of his face bar an inch or two. He sits a few blocks away from his dorm. He’s positioned to take up as little space on the bench as possible, waiting for you to show up. The cashier inside the corner store keeps an eye on him from inside, but his worries seem to subside slightly when you appear next to him. You lean in front of him, pulling his mask down just slightly to kiss his lips. Even with his face covered, you can feel the heat rising from his cheeks.

“Did you tell Wonwoo?” You open the door for him, placing your hand on his lower back. You whisper to him, keeping unwanted passersby from hearing your words.

He takes his sunglasses off once he’s inside. You relish the small amount of him you can see. 

“Would you have preferred he came?”

“I’m happy to see just you, but I don’t want him to feel left out.” 

You slowly make your way through the convenience store. Vernon hands you packets upon packets of ramen, chips, and ice cream as he walks.

“I told him I wanted to spend time with you alone, and I would spend alone time with him later.” 

You raise an eyebrow at his story. “You always get alone time with him.”

It doesn’t take long for him to relent the tale. “Okay, I didn’t tell him I was coming, but I wanted to see you alone.”

You sigh and stop him. If your hands were empty, you would be rubbing the bridge of your nose, but instead, you give him an exasperated look. He’s seen it before, in videos of you with your groupmates, leading practices, and trying not to argue with inappropriate interviewers. Vernon’s eyes crinkle slightly, and you can feel the smile he’s wearing illuminating the world around you.

“Next time you want to spend alone time with me,” You begin talking, and he turns his head, knowing what your lesson will sound like. “Hey,” With that warning, he looks back at you, big eyes aware of his mistake. “Next time you want to spend alone with one of us, tell the other one.” 

You nod your head towards the cashier after he acknowledges your words. He begins to walk forward, and you follow behind him. He waits for you to drop the food on the counter and picks through it, finalizing his decisions. You pay for the food and bring him over to the seats. He sits at the very end of the row, the only seat not in front of a wide window.

He pulls his mask and hood off. Your heart clenches when you finally see his face. He wishes you could take your hat off but likes it when you take your mask off regardless. You’re already compromising with him to be in public in general, thinking being recognized is too dangerous without someone from the company being aware you’re out, and he’s sure asking you to take off your beanie would be too much to ask.

You cook his hotpot for him and place a pair of chopsticks in his hand, cleaning up the counter as you go along. You open a bag of chips and begin to eat, watching him closely. He eats quickly, and you hold a finger out, tapping against the table with a mouth full of food, wanting him to slow down. He smiles and holds a bite of his food out for you. You shake your head and nod for him to eat it. He pouts at you. Your resolve melts immediately, and you open your mouth. He feeds you with a proud smile.

“Do you like it?” He takes another bite and speaks around it. “It’s a new flavor.”

You hum. “It’s good. I would eat more, but I’m on a diet.”

According to Vernon’s facial expression, that’s the most scandalous sentence you could ever say. He gasps and shakes his head. His face turns into a frown. “Why are you on a diet?”

You pat his head. “It’s okay, I’m being healthy about it.”

“But you don’t need to be on a diet!” He argues, speaking a little louder than you would like him to.

“None of us ever need to be on diets.” You pinch his cheek. “Some people in my company thought I needed to get some of my muscles back.”

He goes back to eating. He chews slowly and continues to talk with food in his mouth despite the scrunched up and disgusted look you get when he does. “Your muscles never went away. How bulky are they that they think-”

“Okay,” You cut him off with a laugh and rest your hand on his leg. “Calm down, killer.”

“You shouldn’t have to go on a diet.”

“That’s the same thing I tell you.” You mention. You watch him eat, despite not liking him talking with his mouth full.

He adores the attention and the small smile barely visible. Your eyes are soft where they would be intense and concentrated. You reserve the calm and admiring looks for him and Wonwoo, and they very much enjoy that fact. He finishes eating his hotpot and continues on to eat the snacks laid in front of him, offering you at least one bite of everything he tries. You take some of them without question, arguing against trying others before inevitably eating them anyway.

You drag out the amount of time you should spend at the convenience store. You place your mask on and buy just enough food every hour or so to keep the man at the front counter who doesn’t look too happy with you already from getting any more upset. Throughout the date, you get closer and closer to each other. You no longer sit comfortably on the chair, choosing to bridge the gap as much as you can. He sits forward, facing the wall as he tells story after story, and you sit backward, getting as good of a view of his face as possible. You’re leaning in front of him, captured by the way his lips move when he speaks.

“Let’s go back to the dorms.” He places his hand on your chest. “Wonwoo can enjoy you looking at him like this.”

You hum and lean forward, holding your hand over his. Your lips are a fingerbreadth away from his. His eyes follow them closely. It’s suddenly a lot harder for him to concentrate on the words you’re asking. 

“Are you sure we won’t get caught?”

His eyes are still drawing over the curve of your mouth when he answers. “I can be very sneaky when I want to.”

You find his lips quickly, moving one of your hands to hold the back of his neck. He leans in closer, crushing his hand between your chests. You smirk against his lips and pull back.

“I’ll join you if you think we won’t get caught.”

He smiles and nods, chasing your lips as you pull back. You wink at him. You can just see red pooling in his face as you stand, placing your mask back on. He puts his disguise on quicker than it would usually take. Even he isn’t sure if it’s because of his blush or wanting to be alone with you as soon as he can.

You adjust his mask and sunglasses, letting your fingers delicately trail across his face. “Hurry, I want to catch Wonwoo before he goes to sleep.”

*

You make it back to Seventeen’s door without any outward indication of being recognized. Vernon rushes through the door before you can fully open it, kicking off his shoes as he walks. You knock them to the side, collecting them a bit more than he did, and gently close the door behind you. Seungcheol walks into the entryway, eyeing you up before he recognizes it as you. You bow to him and take your hat off. You remove your shoes a lot gentler than Vernon did.

Seungcheol leans against the wall as Vernon moves past him. You hear his footsteps fade as he pushes further into the apartment.

“I assume you’re not here to see any of the rest of us.” Seungcheol smiles at you.

“Sorry, but you’re not quite as exciting as the other two.” You make your way through the apartment, stepping over halfway put up bags and clothes.

Wonwoo catches you at the entrance to his room. He smiles brightly and reaches up, delicate fingers unhooking your mask. You tilt your head slightly, and he leans in, kissing your lips. Vernon’s hand reaches forward to pull both of you in the room, and you kick the door behind you.

“You went on a date without me?” Wonwoo looks up at you. He’s not offended or upset in any way, but you can see his attempts at faking disappointment.

“It was Vernon’s idea.” You tell on the other boy without hesitation.

Wonwoo smiles. Any pretend distress is washed away as you lean back in, bumping noses as you kiss him.

He hums, barely pulling back to tell you. “This helps a little.”

The gets-jealous-much-easier Vernon sits on Wonwoo’s bed and watches. He squints his eyes slightly but understands both of you wanting the attention from each other. You can see him out of the corner of your eye and smirk, capturing Wonwoo’s lips in another kiss. You pull him closer, hands slipping down to his lower back. Wonwoo makes a gasping noise but doesn’t protest as you deepen the kiss. Just as he reaches his hands up to move through your hair, Vernon clears his throat.

You smile and pull back, leaving Wonwoo with one more kiss. “I wanted to see how much he could take.”

“He can take you on more secret dates if I get repaid with that.” 

*

Hours after you should have returned home, you and Wonwoo lay with your fingers intercrossed. Vernon is on your other side, fast asleep with his head on your shoulder. You rub your thumb against Wonwoo’s hand in small motions. He watches your hands closely, opening and closing his fingers to see how tightly you’re holding them together. You watch him. Eyes hooded as they look at your fingers, mouth pursed in a little grin.

You speak quietly, not wanting to wake Vernon or ruin the peaceful moment. “You are lovely, you know that?”

Wonwoo hums. He doesn’t look at you.

“Ethereal.” You let go of his hand. You ignore his protests and reach your hand up to caress his face. “I don’t tell you enough.”

“You tell me more than anyone.” He leans into the touch. His eyes flutter closed in a picturesque way you didn’t know was possible.

You pull him closer, stretching just enough to kiss his cheekbone. “You should get some sleep.”

His eyes don’t open as he asks. “Are you going to be gone when I wake up?”

You sigh and nod your head. “Yes.”

His eyes open, and he turns on his side, looking wide awake. “Then I’ll stay up.”

#seventeen #kpop #kpop scenario #seventeen x reader #male reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #wonwoo #vernon #jeon wonwoo #vernon choi #kpop male reader #kpop x reader #kpop x male reader #seventeen male reader #wonwoo x reader #vernon x reader #wonwoo x male reader #vernon x male reader #wonwoo x male!reader #vernon x male!reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #vernon choi x reader #jeon wonwoo x male reader #vernon choi x male reader #jeon wonwoo x male!reader #vernon choi x male!reader

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Fish

For @whump-advent-calendar‘s day 4-6, Burn/Candles

CW: Referenced medical whump and dehumanization, light burn (accidental), captivity, muzzling, drugging reference, reluctant whumper turned caretaker

Introduction | Siren Song | Cries | Here | Not Sure | Draw Blood | Fish | Signs

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BAHRAM’S NOTES NOTE TO SELF - SAVE IN EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE. DO NOT LET DR. L SEE.

October 22nd, 20XX 3:45 am Mer in Residence: 19 Days

It’s time to admit I’m more or less keeping a diary at this point as I get to understanding him. So far I’ve written separate notes to myself… for ten or so straight days of the nineteen we’ve had him here, and it’s getting harder to write the official transcriptions the way Dr. L wants me to.

Dr. Lachlan insists I call the mer ‘it’, that it’s to help me distance myself emotionally since it’s such a good mimic of humanity, but I don’t think it’s a damn mimic, I think it’s just… human.

I mean, obviously it’s not HUMAN, but… Miah spelled it out for me, we had an argument about this when he first got here. She gets so angry that he’s getting hurt and you know, I guess I believed Dr. L - mer aren’t my specialty field, I’m a snake man really, I don’t know the first bloody thing about fucking cetaceans. 

Anyway, I said to her at the time, “It’s not human.”

She told me, “Maybe not H-U-M-A-N, but P-E-R-S-O-N,” just like jabbing me in the chest afterward. Also, Miah can fingerspell in a way that really makes you feel like a six year old getting yelled at by your mother, for the record. I can’t describe it any other way. I was ready to just melt away from personal embarrassment before she even finished signing “person.”

That’s not the point of this. 

I didn’t start a diary just to tell myself how right Miah is about all of this, but hey, here we are.

I need some days off so badly.

Miah wasn’t around today, it’s really just been me and the mer - I’m off for four days coming up here, after 20 days of work, and she’s going to come in and do 24-hour watch until I’m back. It’s not so bad - I don’t really know anyone here, and the bed’s comfortable enough. Dr. L’s paying rent on my apartment so I won’t lose it while I’m working, anyway.

I still feel like some low-level henchman, though. Like any moment some asshole in a tank top is going to show up with guns and I’ll just be a faceless evil stepping stone before the boss fight with Dr. L. 

I mean, we all know that Dr. L’s going to be the boss fight, right? Anders would just like lay down or throw Miah in front of himself or something.

No, that’s not fair, he really does love her.

Bahram this is all hypotheticals about a video game. Get back on track, man.

So Miah must have gone shopping or something. She came back with a bag full of these candles from this bookstore she really likes. I mean she came back with an insane amount of books, too, but she had this candle she pulled out and put down on my desk.

She set down the candle - it’s this really nice deep blue and has some kind of like ocean scene painted on the label, like, isn’t that thematic - and smiled at me. “This one reminded me of what we’re doing,” She told me, and her signs were… softer. Her expressions were softer alongside them.

Does that mean… anything? I don’t know. She just put it on my desk and then wandered off. I thanked her but I had to take her shoulder and get her to look at me, first. Maybe her face was a little red.

Maybe not. 

We keep the tank room pretty warm, I’m sort of cold-natured and the mer seems more active when we keep the lights really warm, so… 

I don’t get why she bought me a candle and why she looked away before I could thank her for it. I don’t get it, and I feel like I should, but I don’t. Is she not looking because it wasn’t a big deal, or because it was a big deal, or… what?

I really WOULD sink into the floor if Dr. L or Miah ever saw that I wrote this. Get it together, Bahram. You are not writing a diary about Miah fucking Kirsse. 

It’s been just me and the mer, all day. Dr. L was gone, too, meeting with whoever’s funding this whole thing. She’ll be gone until next week, so there’s no real work getting done, for now. Just blood draws.

She’s showing them its claws she took off. I don’t know why. Honestly, I have such a bad feeling about this, but I needed the cash and nowhere else was hiring for a job that would give me room and board and still time to work on my own research. Not that I’ve done a bit of THAT in a week.

I get too distracted by the mer.

He swims in circles. He stares at nothing, or pokes the plastic coral and ferns we got him, or hides in his cave. I can switch the screens over to watch the camera feed from inside the cave, but he doesn’t do much in there, either. I caught him picking at his scales, and I need to ask Dr. L about that. She took three scales off his tail, which for the record I had nothing to do with (whose record? I’m writing this to myself, and what the fuck does it matter about scales when I’m the one sticking the damn needle in his elbow twice a week), and I caught him sort of whistling sadly and picking at the empty spaces. 

They’ll grow back, Dr. L says. She’s not worried.

I am.

A little.

I’m starting to think Dr. L is lying about a lot of things, and I’m not sure what to do about that. If anything. This is a job, and I get paid better than I’ve ever been paid in my life. So… what do I do?

I could call the hotline and report him. It’s anonymous. 

She’d know I did it.

I don’t know why, but… I don’t want her to know it was me. Cowardice, I guess. Pure bloody cowardice.

But Miah hasn’t emailed the hotline, either. We can’t both be cowards, right?

Anyway.

Tonight was tank cleaning, which is a bloody fucking chore. Anders was around long enough to help me get the mer tranq’d and into the lift and then the rolling tank where he can just sit until I get my work done. Poor thing just lolls around when he’s tranq’d up. Barely blinks. 

Doesn’t stop its fucking crying, though.

We took a lot of blood from him today, too, so he was very weak. Barely moved, just curled himself up small so he was totally in the water and watched me work after Anders left. We’ve got a scrubber machine that does the hard work, I just have to hose some things down and then make sure its filter is still operating correctly. Watch the scrubber. Whole process takes about three hours from start to tank totally refilled, as long as I do it weekly. It’ll take much longer if I let it slide.

Double-checked the camera in the cave, and when I walked out of it I saw the mer’s head was up, watching everything I was doing. He dropped right back down under the water when he saw me looking at him. The muzzle looks so monstrous on him, but more than that, it makes him look like a monster.

Maybe Dr. L doesn’t muzzle him to keep us safe, but to keep me from seeing his expressions while I’m here with him all day.

No, that’s stupid. She doesn’t even think he’s sentient, right?

I finished up, and when I came to roll him back to the lift, I saw he’d popped his head up out of the rolling tank and was looking around the room itself. He hasn’t really looked around at all before this, and he was still tranq’d but maybe I fucked up the dosage? Because he was pretty alert, kind of whistling to himself and giving little chirps and clicks. He sounds like some weird mix of killer whale and fucking otters or something. When he saw me, he flinched back down under the water, but I had this idea.

Dr. L took his claws, and he’s still muzzled except when he’s on the table or when he eats, so like, it’s not like he can hurt me, right?

His eyes had gone to my desk, looking at… I guess all my books and papers and my laptop and everything. Maybe the candle. I waved my hand around until I saw that he was watching me again. With those big eyes it’s hard to tell exactly what he’s looking at, but when I clapped my hands he blinked at me, so I know he can hear it, can see me.

Then - and I swear I’m not lying - he moved himself up out of the water, and put his palms together. His earfins twitched out and back against his scalp, and his white hair dripped water all down his shoulders. 

He cocked his head at me. Then he put his hands together, harder this time. He clapped, and then… he clicked.

I KNEW it. I KNEW clicks were questions. Dr. L said their brains don’t work that way, but I bet they do. Who’s even considered how their brains work? Maybe they’re just like us. All the studying I’ve been doing shows that the scans we’ve done of dead ones are pretty similar in overall size and placement of their center of language. They’ve shown that mer populations have their own dialects if they don’t interact with each other, like the Atlantic transients sound totally different than the Pacific transients, which sound different than the residents that stick close to the coastlines up by Alaska...

Making my own head hurt. I don’t even care about fucking mammals, but I guess I do now. 

“That’s right,” I said when he clapped, not like he can understand but still. I said it, and I clapped again, and he clapped back. “Can you give me your head? I’ll take your muzzle off, yeah? If you don’t bite.”

Dumbest fucking idea ever, but hey. 

I think maybe he knows the word muzzle, because he whistled and shrunk down again, lowering his hands. His ear flaps flattened again. I saw the deep red marks around his neck, from how we have to use the catch-pole to get him out, and I just. I just felt like shit, you know?

I’m shit, that’s what I am, we’re torturing a child, more or less, who hasn’t done a thing to anyone but be by himself because he lost his bloody fucking family. I can’t keep telling myself I’m not the bad guy, you know? 

I’m going to jail if I report him, aren’t I? I helped bring him in, after all. There’s my whole career down the drain.

Is this how it felt when everyone was being shit to monkeys in the 70′s and calling it psychology? Did some of them just go along with it because they thought they had to?

This is not helpful, Bahram.

I sat down at my desk and tried to figure it out. His eyes were on me the whole time. I looked over at Miah’s candle, and looked at the label. Like I said, ocean scene. Fronds and ferns and…

I turned the label to face the mer, and tapped on the image with my finger. “Fish,” I said, feeling dumb as hell. I told myself, it’s a bloody animal, Dr. L would roll around laughing at you for this.

But he came back up out of the water. There was a long moment, and I heard him click, and then a soft, “Sssshhhhhh,” sound came from behind his muzzle. They have lips like ours, although their way of communicating is basically whalesong and relies heavily on underwater acoustics. He’s louder in the tank than out of it, although I guess fear might make him quiet, too.

The recordings I found on youtube they get in the ocean are deafening loud. Their voices travel so well underwater, it’s amazing. People sell fucking CDs with mersong over piano to fall asleep to. 

I poked at the ocean scene on the label again. “Fish,” I said firmly. “Do you want fish?”

He knows fish. 

I KNOW he knows fish because he sat up, held out his right arm, and tapped his elbow with a blunt-edged, broken-off claw before he looked back at me, trembling with fear. He clicked again, twice.

I can’t even tell you how shit I feel, realizing he was asking if I was going to take his blood first. That’s what he meant, it has to be. He poked at the exact spot where he’s bruised up from the needle. 

But it makes sense, right? 

He’s been here twenty days, more or less. Every couple of days, when he’s hungry enough, we bribe him with fish to get the pole on him, take blood or whatever else, and then he eats. 

No, WE don’t take his blood. I take his blood.

He thinks - and he’s fucking thinking, I know he is - that he only eats if we stick a needle in him.

I’m hurting a child.

I’m teaching a child to be hurt.

I’m not religious but this feels like the sort of thing you ask for forgiveness for, doesn’t it? I should call Maman and ask her who I could talk to. I’m going to call Maman or Baba tomorrow.

No I’m not.

What would I tell them I need to speak to someone about?

What if whoever I speak to calls and reports him, and Dr. L knows it was because of me?

I need to stop thinking about this. 

“No, NOT draw blood,” I said, and he whimpered again, held out his arm further, closer to me, tapped his elbow again. I knew he could still hurt me - their strength is prodigious, the first time we got him out of the tank he nearly pulled Dr. L down into the water with him - but I decided it was worth the risk. 

I kept thinking, he’s more scared of me than I am of him, but you know, of course he is. He’s the one with bruises.

I stretched my own arm out and showed it to him. He flinched back a little, and then leaned forward again, sitting in the little rolling tank that’s barely big enough to hold him. His blunt claws touched my arm, delicate as a feather, clicking as he poked at the sleeve of my sweater. 

“No draw blood,” I said. “Just fish. Eat.” I mimed chewing.

He looked at me and clicked twice, cocking his head, then looked at my candle from Miah, pointing at the ocean scene. “Ffff-sshhhh,” he said, muffled. 

“No, that’s a candle, it just has fish painted on it. Candle. Fire. Yes?”

Blank stare. 

Then, repeated, “Ffff-sssshhh.”

I sighed and pulled out my little lighter. I don’t smoke or anything, but I hate the way matches smell, so I have a lighter on me basically all the time. Plus, having lighters was a pretty good way to make friends back in undergrad when I gave a fuck about that. 

I flicked on the lighter, and the mer chirped, curiously. 

Has it never seen fire before?

Why would it, it lives in the ocean. Don’t be a dumbshit, Bahram.

“Fire,” I said, and held it out a little for a closer look. “Fire.” I tilted it and lit the candle, and the mer leaned forward, rapt, as the wick sparked up to flame and I blew the smaller flame on the lighter out. 

“FFfffff,” The mer said, barely audible. It clicked and held out its hand, and I wasn’t fast enough.

“No, wait stop-”

The mer’s fingertips touched the flame and it let out a deafening loud cry of pain and jerked its hand back down into the water, whimpering at the new kind of hurt, looking at me like it was MY fault, and maybe it was. Eyebrows furrowed, little crease in its forehead, big sad eyes. 

The big sad eyes are wrecking me.

“Well, don’t touch fire and you won’t burn,” I said, shaking my head. “No touch fire. Fire bad. Fire burn.”

He held out his hand to show me. “Ffff-rrrrr.” It was a plaintive little breath of air, not quite a real sound. 

The ends of two fingers were a little dark, that’s all. I could explain that by saying he’d hurt himself in the tank, maybe. I shook my head and pointed at the water, and it put its hand back in there, huffing a little breath of relief, I think. The water probably helped with the sting. 

“Right. Fire bad. No fire.”

“Ffff-rrr... buh-ddd.” 

“Right. Fire bad.” I stood up and walked over behind him, and he tried to turn and watch me but I shook my head and pointed back at the candle and he sort of huffed again and looked away. I felt him tense when my fingers touched the back of his head, but he sat still.

Probably because if he struggles when she goes to take the muzzle off or gets her fingers near his mouth, Dr. L has this electricity stick thing… 

I’m not supposed to mention that in the transcripts.

I’m not supposed to mention how he screams, and he doesn’t sound like a whale or an otter, then. He doesn’t sound like an animal.

He sounds like a child.

He IS a child

He’s just

I’m a fucking

No. I need to focus. This is stuff I can’t tell Dr. L, I need to write it down here where it’s safe.

The muzzle is easy to get off, you just need to be looking right at it, and I unbuckled and pulled it free, feeling a little resistance from how well it stuck to his face. Without it on, there are deep red lines along his cheeks and jaw, not open or bleeding, just irritated. 

He didn't grab at me, or bite. Just watched me with his big eyes as I laid it down on my desk. For a second we were both just quiet, looking at each other. 

Then he pointed at the candle again. “Ffff-sssshh.”

“No,” I said. “Candle. Fire.”

The mer’s eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head, echoing what I did earlier. His hair slapped around. His teeth look like shark’s teeth up close, only there’s a lot less of them. “Nnnn-nnnuh,” He tried, shaking his head again.” Nnn-uh. Ffff-sssshhh.” Then he pointed at his mouth, opening wide, showing me the tongue behind his teeth. “Fffff-sssshhh. Ffff-ssshhh.”

I laughed, covering my mouth - he seems to be scared when we show too much teeth, probably in the ocean it’s a threat and they don’t smile like we do. Which, why would they? 

But, see, I realized that he wasn’t pointing at the candle at all, but at the fish painted on it. Then he moved to look at the bucket of fish he gets as a reward for obedience, and pointed at that, then looked back at me to see if I was paying attention.

Of course I was. I was barely fucking breathing. This is signs of abstract thought process, recognizing that the image of a thing isn’t the thing itself. That he can point at it to represent what he wants. “You want fish? Is that it? You’re hungry? Want to eat some fish?”

The mer blinked and made a sound like a chirp, clapped his hands together. “Rrrrr. Fff-sssshhh.” He pointed at his mouth again. “Ffff-ssshhh. Buh-rrrrmm. Ffffsshh.”

“What did you say?” I whispered. My heart went cold. I can’t describe it any other way.

“Buh-rrrrmmmm. Ffff-sssshh, Buh-rrrmm.”

The bloody thing knows my fucking name. 

He knows we have names and he knows mine and that means-... that means he has one, doesn’t it? If he has a name, if he has

I’m his fucking nightmare aren’t I 

I’m the worst fucking thing that could happen to him, me and Miah and Dr. L and Anders and this is a job but it’s the worst thing that’s happened to him and it’s only

It’s going to get worse for him.

He’s going to die here and he’ll know all our names when he does.

Anyway, so... you know... I brought him a bucket of fish.

What else was I supposed to do? 

He knows my name!

He let me put the muzzle on him again without fighting after he finished, and I got him back in the tank once the water was refreshed, and he’s sleeping off his meal now. I can see him on the feed, curled up inside the cave.

But I’m wide awake, so I thought I’d write this, because…

Because what the hell do I do now?

I can’t tell Miah.

Can I?

 ---

@astrobly @burtlederp @finder-of-rings @slaintetowhump @moose-teeth @misspelledwitch @whumpfigure @whumptywhumpdump @boxboysandotherwhump @whumpywhumper

#whump #mer whump #nonhuman whumpee #wac2020 #fire #burns tw #burn #mer whumpee #reluctant whumper #caretaker and whumpee #reluctant caretaker #caretaker whumper #referenced torture #tail whump #referenced #captivity #muzzled #muzzle #forced drugging reference

[iztarshi]

My Murderbot Musical

This is so dumb, but I started out thinking about how a novella so focussed on Murderbot’s interiority and voice would make a better musical than a film and then before I knew it I had 2,000 words of how I’d adapt All Systems Red into a musical if I knew a damn thing about writing musicals. Murderbot would probably have Pin-Lee sue me for making this too sappy.

I’m putting it up anyway though, because if I can’t post my dumb ideas on tumblr, where can I post them?

The stage is divided into four, the front of the stage and three platforms behind it with a screen behind each platform.

The show opens with the novella’s opening lines. “I could have become a mass murderer after I hacked my governor module, but then I realized I could access the combined feed of entertainment channels carried on the company satellites. It had been well over 35,000 hours or so since then, with still not much murdering, but probably, I don't know, a little under 35,000 hours of movies, serials, books, plays, and music consumed. As a heartless killing machine, I was a terrible failure.”

The lights then rise on Mensah standing at the front of the stage with a Company representative standing behind a desk across from her, behind the Company representative stands Murderbot, in full armour with the faceplate blanked and perfectly still. The first number, Sanctuary (Moon) takes place with Mensah and the Company representative arguing in the foreground about why she doesn’t want to take a SecUnit with her. This fills us in on a lot of background about what SecUnits are and what Mensah would need one for and also shows us that despite arguing that what’s done to them is wrong Mensah is still falling into treating the actually present SecUnit like it’s unaware. In the background clips from Sanctuary Moon and other shows play on the screens, while characters from it act out scenes on the three platforms. They frequently take over the song with a much fuller and brighter song about fictional events. We can see that this is the inside of Murderbot’s head, that it’s playing media on the feed while the humans argue about its nature in front of it. The song ends with Mensah giving in and leaving and Murderbot being packed into a crate as the lights go down on the stage.

The lights rise with Dr Bharadwaj and Volescu in the crater, Murderbot standing by. There is a clip from Sanctuary Moon playing silently on the screens, which is suddenly superseded by images of the monster coming out of the crater. The song Client Retrieval Protocol starts, a fast, rhythmic but not frantic song. Murderbot sings the instructions to itself, to the systems as code flashes on the screens, and describes what’s going on in rapid, professional, but also witty commentary (basically its narrative voice as a patter song). There’s a discord when the HubSystem tries to send the abort command, and we see it on the screen, but it’s rapidly dismissed by Murderbot. The music softens when Murderbot takes its helmet down to reassure Volescu but once again we get caught back up in the rapid patter of its divided attention and things it needs to do. The song ends on the big “No!” to Ratthi as he tries to retrieve the bags and the hopper takes off just in time.

Murderbot’s cubicle is represented by a small white platform in the middle of the front stage. We see it shed its armour, pull an emergency blanket around itself and sit down. Despite not being small, it looks alone and vulnerable like this. Mensah enters, following the trail of blood-stained armour it’s left across the stage, and sings a short song, You Didn’t Leave, thanking it for staying with Volescu when the MedSystem was telling it he would be fine by himself. Murderbot’s responses are spoken rather than sung and obviously awkward as it looks anywhere but at her.

The next song, Too Much Media, shows Murderbot, still not in its armour, walking through the scene with Volescu as it rewinds and replays it, now seeing what it actually said to Volescu and wondering what the hell it was doing. It sings to him, asking questions about his family, and we see the family on the platforms as Volescu sings his answers. Murderbot’s questions are sung very tentatively, in contrast to the parts of its song sung in its own head. The song breaks for a while as Mensah calls it to answer questions and offers to let it stay in the crew area. The song resumes for a few lines as Murderbot curls up in its cubicle again, regretting how much it’s given away to the humans both with its questions to Volescu and with its terror at being offered a place among them.

It’s Not Right is sung by the humans as they try to figure out whether they’ve been sabotaged or whether the company is just cheap and also try to figure out how to treat their SecUnit now they know it’s a person. The humans are shown arguing among themselves during the mapping expedition, up on the platforms while Murderbot is with another group on the stage, although Gurathin doesn’t join in. Ratthi’s attempt to talk to Murderbot about its feelings is moved to the way back rather than the trip to DeltFall, with Overse and Ratthi singing their argument. Murderbot gets its one line in the song “Dr Mensah, a message” as it sends the clip to her and the song ends with her telling Ratthi to drop it. When they return to the habitat, Volescu tells them that DeltFall can’t be contacted and Murderbot insists on coming with them when they check it out.

We open at the DeltFall habitat, deliberately spooky in design and lighting. Murderbot sings Murderbots (it’s what we do). We’ve heard it use the name for itself in its own songs before, but here it’s referring to the rogues it believes have wiped out DeltFall. Flashes of unrealistic and murderous SecUnits from media play across the screens, along with contextless flashes of a mine. The song is angry, Murderbot singing about its intention to hunt down these rogues who killed their humans, no matter what the humans might have done to deserve it.

We see the fight, Murderbot taking down other SecUnits and getting hurt in the process, and we see Dr Mensah coming to rescue it. Murderbot tries to convince her to go with You Have To Leave (You Didn’t Leave Reprise) as she refuses and drags it out with her. Finally it realises what the combat module is, tells her to kill it and then grabs the gun itself as the stage goes dark.

Murderbot is on the white platform again, this time lying down with all the humans gathered around it. Gurathin tells them about the hacked governer module and he and Volescu start arguing about whether Murderbot is dangerous with It’s Not Right (Reprise). Murderbot suddenly joining in by singing “the company isn’t trying to kill you” is as startling for the audience as for the humans. From then on it joins the song, for the first time singing with the humans the same way it sings in its own head, as it falls into the rhythm of the song and argues for itself. There’s a brief musical callback to Murderbots (it’s what we do) when Gurathin brings up the mining incident, but it’s subtle. The song ends with Murderbot grabbing Gurathin and Mensah interrupts the increasingly frantic rhythm they’ve built up by saying her next line.

Gurathin and Pin-Lee leave to shut down HubSystem, Bharadwaj and Volescu go to check the download package, and Arada, Overse, Ratthi, Mensah and Murderbot sing EvilSurvey as they work out that there might be a third survey group on the planet out to get them. Murderbot is more subdued now and won’t face the humans, but it’s still singing its lines and gets lines like “the company could be bribed to conceal the existence of several hundred survey teams on this planet”. It’s a group song and Murderbot is part of the group now.

After leaving the habitat and finding a place to camp, Mensah talks to Murderbot about leaving its helmet down and asks if it’s okay. We then get Because You Need Me a distant duet between them sung to the audience rather than each other. Murderbot considers what it means to be seen as a person who wants to help and chastises itself for forming an emotional connection to a client. Mensah thinks about how much it means to her that someone who has so many reasons to distrust humans is starting to open up to her and her guilt at leaning on someone who’s in such a bad situation themselves.

Murderbot finds out who Mensah is and that she’s Preservation’s government from Ratthi before leaving with Gurathin to retrieve the drones. Gurathin prodding it about the mine and whether it wants revenge on humans becomes  a reprise of Murderbots (it’s what we do), this time much more sarcastic as Murderbot rejects the idea of revenge killing sprees as a human thing.

We see the video play on the screens as Murderbot watches GrayCris’s message and then the lights go down as Murderbot announces it has a plan.

We follow Murderbot’s approach to GrayCris and conversation with them up until they demand Mensah accompany them and Murderbot has to disguise itself as a Deltfall SecUnit. As the plan falls apart Murderbot starts to sing There Is No Fucking Protocol (Client Retrieval Protocol Reprise) as it talks us through the plan and what it’s doing the way it did back then but with full acknowledgement of how out of its depth it is. We see the other humans on the platforms, in Murderbot’s awareness thanks to drones. The song builds up, getting more and more frantic as Murderbot knows the launch is coming closer and Mensah’s still too close, before ending as it grabs her and the explosion knocks it over. We see it give the “this unit is at minimal functionality and it is recommended that you discard it” message and Mensah respond “shut the fuck up, we’re not leaving you” before the stage lights go down.

Murderbot wakes up on the platform again, but is swiftly retrieved by Pin-Lee and Ratthi. When it rejoins the humans they’re in normal clothes. They’re more colourful than their work clothes, and the environment is prettier now too, echoing the fictional characters in Sanctuary (Moon) earlier and the way they were bright and colourful then. The humans cheerfully sing Preservation as they tell Murderbot about their world and about how it can come home with them now. Murderbot is no longer singing with them, only speaking when it responds.

Murderbot sings You Didn’t Leave (Final Reprise) about how astonishing it is the humans didn’t abandon it, that they even bought it, and yet how confused it is at the idea of being somewhere it isn’t needed. It moves to talking about not wanting to be owned, not wanting to be told what it wants, and gets up and starts walking through the port as it does, stealing a rucksack and slinging it over its shoulder. Its last few lines make it clear it’s leaving a message to Dr Mensah and then it ends with “that’s why I had to leave” as the stage goes black.

#murderbot #murderbot musical #long post #long silly post #I have musicals on the brain because I watched Hamilton #that is my only excuse

[archetypal-archivist]

Philza- Bound in Blood of Poisonous Desire (What Crimes Shall He Commit?)

A godhood! Sleepy Boys Inc. AU

A story in which Philza is a deity. Five years on a hard core world, enough near scares to kill most normal beings through sheer number of heart attacks alone, and an Ending that wasn’t enough so he broke through clear to the other side.

And came out with wings. And a crown. And glowing red heart, lodged right in the center of his chest, beating to the tune of immortality. Yes. Philza is a god. But what mortal with any sense has ever wanted such a thing?

Philza had been excited at first, he never was a man with much sense so much as determination and a will strong enough to flatten the desires of a world out to kill him. He had been nigh-on ecstatic to never need to worry about perma-death again. Finally, he could traverse his hardcore world without fear and reach for the stars as he always longed to do. He could construct castles, conquer the End and slay the Nether’s demons- all without the constant worry that he would run out of time. Now, he had all the time in the world.

And he used it to build.

Castles. Armaments. Machines of redstone and wires that did the impossible. He flooded worlds that had never before seen water and reaped the lives of its inhabitants for his own personal gain. He had all the time in the world, after all- what was a bit of genocide? He could just wait for the next generation and slay them too. 

And then, finally, when immortality had lost its luster and every rock and tree and cube of dirt had his mark, he built the most important thing yet- a family.

A piglin adopted from a Nether that had grown too tough for its denizens, fiercer and hotter in attempt to keep its winged god from plundering its depths. A little boy dressed in a yellow sweater, outcast by a village that couldn’t handle another mouth to feed. A wild child of red and white, ferocious in his temper and fragile in his kindness, who had grown loud in an attempt to be noticed by a world too occupied with survival to care. 

Those resources had had to come from somewhere. (And the children paid the price.)

All three loved him, of course, almost as much as they had feared his wrath in the beginning. For Philza was a player and the world a game, and for all that the Guardians of the End preached love and connection, there exist ways to skip their message. And for a being with all the time in the world, who had an unending future and impossible possibilities to get to- who was so, so excited to get started, well. Can you blame him? 

But yes. The children learned to love him. For all that he had been the cause of their problems and for all that he ignored the destruction that he caused, he had seen something in them, in their suffering, and taken them with him to his castle in the North. Philza had seen them where the world had ignored them, had given them a chance to be children. Is it so surprising that they grew loyal? That they learned of love from the very being who slayed the old gods who preached it? In that castle in the North, made frozen by time, he treated them kindly, had wiped their tears and sheltered them in his wings. And there the god of the world devised a scheme that would shake their world to its very code. 

Let it be said that Philza was not a bad man. Indeed, the suffering of others hurt him most fiercely and he was a staunch defender of those he loved best. His biggest flaws were ones inherent to most mortals- ignorance and selfishness. But where in mortals these were excusable, in gods the consequences radiated out into the world like ripples on a pond. His ignorance? That only players were people- a common misconception. His selfishness? That which he loved was worth... everything. And as established, he had not yet grown enough wisdom to know the consequences of his actions. 

Philza loved and loved fiercely. He had ignored the Guardians of the End and had later pillaged their home and slain their children. These are not contradictions, for Philza never loved anything he had not built himself. And his tiny family, his Tommy, Wilbur, and Techno? For them, he would destroy the world. And he did. Miles and miles of stone stripped away for the walls of the grandest of castles, thousands of sheep for warm carpet and entire mountainsides of trees for fire and furniture. Enchanted swords and diamonds gear, a new set each year for the three princes as the grew- and that’s what the children were, now. Princes. And he made them crowns to prove it.

Philza loved his children and wanted the world for them. And in their name he built an empire, based far out in the freezing arctic where the princes would never see the devastation that had nearly led to their demise so long ago. He named it the Arctic empire, crowned his precious boys as princes, and spread word of their names to every listening ear in the land. And the princes, who now had the riches of the world at their fingertips after so long of having nothing, were happy. 

But to Philza, it was not enough. He was a god, a player, and as such had higher expectations. For what are the riches of mortals to those who would live to see even diamonds degrade to dust? So he learned how to hop from world to world just for his sons and set out to plunder those places too. He brought back precious stones and prismarine, stories of technology and advancements that their world had yet to experience. And for his sons, for their world, Philza brought back code. He updated the fabric of reality itself beyond its previous limits to see his children smile. 

(Pandas were cute, right? Every kid loved cute things. Welp, off to go break a world down to its foundations to find the piece of code that he needs so his kids could have a cute new animal to play with. It’s not like he had built the place, right? And there were no players, about he had checked. So he was free to do as a pleased. And there would be no consequences at all.)

(And in doing so, he left his sons alone.)

For Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno, life had been amazing so far. The cruelties of life had driven them all to bad habits, but their time with Philza had softened their edges in some ways, although they had been sharpened in others. 

For the piglin Techno, his thirst for strength in a world determined to keep him down was, if not satisfied, then at least well-directed. The best armor money could buy and hours to practice? It was a dream come true and soon he became the best fighter in the land. And with the assurance that the world would never be able to lay him low again, he was content. (And if he became desperate to cling to what was his, came to despise governments for what they had done to his Wilbur, came to love the chaos that had been bred into his brother Tommy’s soul, well. The moniker of “The Blade” suited him well.) 

For the villager child Wilbur, words bled into him from every angle and he reveled in their beauty. For so long his life had been nothing but scornful silence from the villagers that resented his birth, but with the soaring libraries and halls of music Philza had built for him, he found his passion. A guitar in hand and a song on his lips, he drove away the silence in his heart and wrote poetry for all that he held dear. (And if he practiced until his fingers bled, cursed himself for losing control every time his voice wavered, went over his sheet music so often his mind went numb, too focused on total mastery until perfection was obtained, well. For the ability to sing the perfect lullaby to bring his brothers the sleep they so desperately needed? It was worth it.) 

For Tommy, true to himself in all the best and worst ways, control over anything but himself was never an option. Call it a consequence of his birth. The villagers had joked that he must of sprung from the earth fully formed for they could not picture him as anything other than what he was- a nuisance. They had pulled the world out from under his feet time and time again, some days rewarding him for his pranking, other times driving him away. Tommy had never had a home before Philza and his brothers, and he was desperate to keep his place with them.

But he would not change himself to suit their needs. It was the one thing Tommy had always had, and even the circlet of gold around his head could not shift his nature. And with his new-found family, that was okay, for they seemed to cherish him regardless. His chaotic tendencies were met with mild annoyance at worst and love-filled laughter at best, and at every turn he was welcome to listen, to learn, to fight and fly and be free. Under the sheltering wings of his found father, he was allowed to be himself to his fullest extent. And with the weight of their love and attention on his shoulders, he bloomed.

(And if he never outgrew that need to cling to what little he had? If his brothers had asked- truly asked- he would have given his identity up for them anyway? If he built them monuments based on what they should be, thought the arms around his shoulders that protected him from uncertainty to be unshakable? Well...)

(Philza left and the walls came crumbling down.)

The trio of brothers reacted poorly to their father’s absence and like a garden left unpruned, they began to grow into their new freedom in strange ways. The world was theirs to do with as they pleased and no longer were there any consequences to their actions, for Philza’s was the only authority higher than their own. Techno went out into the world, left behind the shelter of their Arctic castle, and started wars just so that he may fight them. He became known as “The Blood God” despite his mortality, for no man was better at fighting than he.  When Wilbur came of age, he too left, setting out to spread his music with the world. Where his oldest brother sought blood, he in turn sought adventure, and everywhere he went he played his songs to audiences big and small alike. To those who welcomed him, he blessed them with good fortune, but to those who cursed him and attempted to drive him out as his old village had so long ago, he cursed them in turn by playing music designed to bring pain to those who heard it. For this, he became known as “The Mad Bard,” and he was worshiped too. 

For Tommy, forgotten and left behind, as alone as he was in the beginning, things were harder. Where was the attention that he was so used to, the sheltering wings that comforted him when the past voices of those who hated him rang in his ears? Surely his brothers would realize their mistake, surely. But they never did. And while Techno killed great beasts and Wilbur charmed people out of their wealth, Tommy stayed alone in the castle, waiting for the day when they would come back. And slowly, as years passed and the trio grew from children to young men, stories began to circulate about him too. Wasn’t there a third prince? What had happened to him, locked up in that massive castle in the cold? Was he in need of rescue? Was he lonely?

What was his name again? 

Theseus, it was Theseus... I think.

Right, of course, Theseus. Theseus, who was locked up in the castle, the third prince, the missing one. 

And so tales of the three brothers spread, and it was to these stories that Philza came back to, proud of what they had accomplished in his absence. Techno, so skilled! A true survivor, just like him. Wilbur, so gentle, treating the mortals with kindness. And Tommy, obedient Tommy, who had waited and waited and waited. 

Philza called all three to the Origin Point of the world and the brothers came running, ecstatic and scared and angry and overjoyed that their father was back after so long. There, he hugged them close and whispered to them of a gift he would like to give them, the greatest that he could ever give. Oh how he loved them, really, truly. Would you like to see? 

And with that, Philza plucked that little red heart from his chest and broke it into three. For Philza was a god who loved and loved deeply, and a mortal with all the flaws that entailed, and a father who despaired at the idea of his mortal sons ever leaving his side. And so he broke that little heart into three and had his precious princes swallow a piece each so that they would never die and travel beyond his reach. He did not tell them the consequences of this choice. They did not ask.

(Philza was a father who wanted to give his sons the world. The world is not synonymous with what was best for them.)

And so the three boys, our three young men, were frozen in time just like their father, just like the Arctic Empire that they called home. They became players. And Techno and Wilbur, they became gods. Tommy... didn’t.

For godhood requires belief beyond measure, an assurance from the universe that you are too special to ever be mortal. For survivors like Philza and fighters like Technoblade and musicians like Wilbur, such a thing is easy. The world was all too eager to label them something beyond mortal kin. But Tommy? Tommy, the child who never outgrew himself and his love for his brothers, for stability, for home? There were no stories about him, or at least none under his actual name. And so, mortal Tommy would have stayed if not for the belief his brothers and father had in him- and through their love, a demigod he became. 

But yes. Godhood. Locked into a role and a legend, forever unchanged by the passage of time- flaws and all. That twisted growth, those little hitches in their souls that caught on the rough edges of the world and had them lashing out, sent other people screaming? Those were locked in too. It is for this reason that Philza remained foolish, unaware of the consequences of his actions, and why Techno would forever hate governments and love chaos, why Wilbur would fight the world for control, why Tommy would cling to what was his with everything he had, come hell or high water. 

And used to the freedom Philza’s long absence had created, the four went their separate ways and set out into the multiverse again.

The Dream SMP would never know what hit it.

#minecraft #mcyt #fanfiction #philza #wilbur #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #technoblade #god au #My writing #may be continued at a later date #cross posted to ao3 #dream smp #arctic empire #morally gray