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lianecartmanstimtoy · 10 months

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Sm South Park Headcanons for the characters that hold my brain hostage. (Also this is them as older teens/adults)

Kyle

-Biromantic/Asexual who just lives happily in comphet for years. He just kinda appreciates and sees the value in everyone but obviously guys just date girls. They just appreciate other men equally you know?

-King has OCD up to his god damn teeth but refuses to see a therapist because there's nothing wrong with him he's just being "proactively cautious".

-Sick kid to neurotic adult pipeline

-Very much takes comfort in the rituals and structure of Judaism

-Often ends up defaulting to mom friend despite how much his friends make fun of him for it

-He's kind of a normie. Like yeah he reads philosophy and psychology but if you try to talk to him about anything remotely indie or punk he kind of just stares at you blankly

-Basketball Guy

-Also hes the one who has a car and is exploited for it

-Does not like Stan hanging out with the Goth kids

Stan

-Closet homosexual trying so hard to be straight

-Bipolar and easily falls into deep depressive lows that he self medicates for

-Randy put him in therapy just so he could rant at the therapist about how toxic Stan is

-He believes deeply he's just a fuck up and has kind of given up on trying. Why play the rat race if your destined to lose? Might as well just party

-Gets tired of Kyle nagging him constantly

-Hangs out with the Goth Kids more and I think he and Michael become close

-He gets crushes easily but the big ones are Kyle and Michael. But Kyle's straight so that's just another reason to self destruct

-He wants to like Wendy so fucking bad. He wants to be good. He wants to be her boyfriend. He just..doesn't know how to pretend good enough to make it real

-inevitably they break up for real in highschool and it sends him into one of the deepest lows of his life

-After this he gets insanely drunk and kisses Kyle but Kyle just assumes he's out of it and never brings it up again because he doesn't want to embarrass Stan. This drives Stan mental

-His parents seriously discuss military school and Stan is considering just joining out of highschool anyways

-He's just a body why not put it to work

Eric

-HOMOHOMOHOMOHOMO ANY PRONOUNS GENDER FLUID HOMO

-So very insanely closeted out of fear of being rejected

-Kenny knows

-On anti psychotics that he regularly forgets to take

-Writes explicit fanfiction about him and his friends and posts them on A03 under different names

-Has a Twitch stream drag hustle like Finnster (initially he was using butters for this but then she came out at Margarine and said she didn't want to be a online whore because she was a respectable lady and Eric took up the mantle himself)

-Clyde is one of his regular watchers and donators but has 0 idea it's Eric

-Eric eventually blocks him because Clyde keeps sending him dick pics

-Kylekylekylekylekylekylekylekyle

-He wants his attention so bad it's insane

-His best friend is his mom

-They have weekly spa nights and watch romcoms and dating reality tv together

-He taught her a skin routine

-He has sent in online auditions for Kidzbop multiple times

-Kenny was his first kiss and first time

Kenny

-Any Pronouns genderfluid bi king

-Mostly gets He/Him'd by his friends but brushes it off

-Has done his rounds in the school but no relationship has ever lasted long

-He has a tendency to let himself be used as he sees his service and time as the only thing he can offer other people (this extends to his friends as well)

-Sweet goofy persona that quickly turns dark if someone really fucks up (this happens rarely but they're terrifying)

-She works as a mechanic apprentice outside of school and has a cobbled together motor bike she built herself

-Flirts with everyone and craves touch and affection

-Kind of one of the only people who genuinely likes Eric and sees past his bullshit

-The friend who knows how to get things

-Was Elated when Margarine came out and wants to be her boygirl wife so bad

-Microdoses some back alley E as a treat

-Only ever really hangs out with Stan when Stan wants to party

-Despite being friends with everyone Kenny often feels incredibly isolated and lonely

-Everyone calls him when they need something but who does she call when she needs something.

Michael (Goth Kid)

-he/it, stealth trans, just IDs as Queer

-Jewish but insanely quiet about it

-Used being goth initially as a way to distract kids from making fun of him for his heritage. Now he's in deep

-Very vocally loathes Eric Cartman and will beat him

-Cane is passed off for aesthetics but is a needed mobility aid for joint issues

-The older goth kids are an acting Polycule but will date outside of each other

-He starts to get close to Stan and enjoys how real he feels.

-Has a contentious relationship with Kyle and how he kind of morally lord's himself over Stan and others

-Doesnt have much of a relationship with his parents. His mom and dad are separated and although he lives with his dad his father regularly travels for business so he often gets the house alone to himself.

-Secretly takes a lot of comfort from his dad's old records

-He also has a secret hiding place in some abandoned sewer pipping where he goes to get away from everyone including his friends. Stan is the only one who knows about it

-On a first name basis with a lot of the unhoused people in South Park and will hang out with them as well

-He has a black kippah for holidays or temple (though his father rarely goes to temple anymore

(I will write more for others later this has already taken me an hour

#south park #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #eric cartman #south park hcs #south park goth kids

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thetomorrowshow · 2 years

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Grian was obliterated by a sonically-charged shriek

GoodTimeWithScar died

“Tim?”

Jimmy doesn’t look up. Not yet. Instead, he gazes down, closer, at where Scar had spontaneously exploded into nothing, his possessions flying every which way. It had been a lonely death for both of them. Like his own.

“Tim,” Grian says again, and Jimmy looks up at him. He looks . . . like himself. A bit frazzled, a bit of Red still glinting in his eyes, but that’s just Grian, really. Behind him, Scar waves, fully clothed once again.

“Why are you here?”

Jimmy almost laughs at that, because where else would he be? He’s always been here, in a sense. So has Grian.

Grian’s different, though. Grian fights back. Grian doesn’t want to be here.

Jimmy closes the eyes he has on Martyn and Pearl and Etho and focuses all of his attention on Grian. “I have to be here,” he says eventually. “You know that.”

And maybe Grian pretends he doesn’t know, but the look Scar gives him is not insignificant. Scar knows Grian quite well, has been around him long enough, will stay with him (Jimmy can See the strings that still connect the two, can See that their futures are sewn together into one seam). Scar knows a thing or two about Seeing.

Grian snorts. “Who are you hanging around for this time? Scott, Martyn, Joel—the game’s over, Timmy. Go home.”

“Funny,” Jimmy mumbles, a pang echoing through his chest. “That’s just what Tango said.”

“Listen to him,” advises Grian, patting Jimmy heavily on the shoulder. “You’re on a new server, aren’t you? Something about kingdoms?”

Grian knows full well where Jimmy lives. Jimmy feels his eyes sometimes, late at night when they’re both supposed to be fast asleep, a foreign sense of panic and then relief at finding him exactly where he’s supposed to be. He humors Grian, though, nods.

“Right. Go there. Forget about these guys, they’ll be along soon enough. Yeah?”

There’s something hopeful in Grian’s tone, in the way he almost-but-doesn’t grab Jimmy’s hand.

Jimmy hates disappointing people.

He shakes his head. “My work here isn’t done,” he says softly. “You know that.”

Grian’s jaw tightens, his face smoothing over into blankness.

“Fine. Do what you want, I can’t stop you.”

Grian could try to stop him, if he really wanted to. He was always so powerful. But the avian glances at Scar, then back at Jimmy, and Jimmy wonders briefly if Grian really thinks Scar doesn’t know.

After all, if Scar was any less aware of the situation at hand, he wouldn’t be able to see Jimmy at all.

There’s not another word from Grian as he stomps off, disappearing into the mist that surrounds them. Scar hangs back, shoots Jimmy what’s likely meant to be a calming smile.

“He’s just grumpy that he got us killed, don’t worry about him,” Scar says jovially. Then, quieter, more considerate, he adds, “He’s scared for you. He thinks you’re . . . employed against your will, shall we say.”

“I’ve been a Watcher for quite a bit longer than he ever was, thanks,” Jimmy retorts, and to Scar’s credit he doesn’t even blink. “And he knows what I am, who I am. Tell him if he’s got a problem with that, he can bring it up with the Prophecies of Old, all right?”

Scar grimaces. “I’m sure he knows . . . whatever that’s all about. Season Eight just spooked him, is all. And then this. . . .” he clears his throat. “He'll be back to regular-ol’-Grian in no time! Well, gotta get back to my theme park. See ya, TJ!”

And then Scar’s gone, mist covering him in one great cloud and then breaking apart to reveal he’s vanished. Jimmy nearly laughs—typical Scar and his magic tricks.

There’s still four pairs for him to Watch. And from what Jimmy’s seen (and what he’s Seen) of this game, he knows which ones are going to lose.

His going first had been a given, really—he has to be outside of the game to really manipulate anything. Tango had been an unfortunate byproduct of that.

Next was Ren and BigB, mostly due to Grian’s trap prophecy—and maybe Jimmy ought to find an assistant, because it’s getting rather hard to keep track of all these prophecies and bring them to fruition, but he managed that one rather nicely and then made certain that none of Grian’s traps worked for the rest of the game, which ultimately led to his downfall.

It’s just the four pairs left now, and it’s easy to push subconsciously for the portal to be trapped, and even easier to push both Joel and Etho through it. He had planned for a while for them to die, but Etho’s slippery and Joel’s unexpected, so he feels some sort of vindictive pleasure when Joel swears his way through the After and into the Beyond (trying to forget the abject horror with which he Listened to Joel’s agonized pleas for Etho to find safety, to not feel this pain).

Impulse and Bdubs are an easy choice after that, even though Pearl really should not be able to win that fight. Bdubs Sees a bit more than he should, sticks his tongue out at Jimmy as Impulse pulls him back to Hermitcraft, seeing nothing.

And then he has to end it.

Jimmy can See his friends, the smudges of dirt and dried blood that paint them, the haggard lines of exhaustion in their faces. He can Hear the desperation in their thoughts, the way their voices beg for mercy.

He’s perhaps the only one who can grant it.

And he’s made his choice.

Maybe it’s the ghost of his voice that whispers for Martyn to turn against Scott, and maybe he chooses Martyn because of how well Martyn Listens, but Martyn just tilts his head, nods, and nocks a firework.

Cleo doesn’t want to go along with him, but she has to. Jimmy makes sure to eliminate all of her other options. He sends them after Pearl. He wants to give the victor a little more victory before the end.

When they die, they appear beside Jimmy just as everyone else has, but unlike everyone else, Jimmy speaks to them.

“Hey, Martyn,” he says, and Martyn looks every which way before his face dawns with comprehension.

“Timmy,” he chuckles, even as Cleo frowns at him. “Thought the voice sounded like you. Third again, Tim—have you got something against me?”

“Who are you talking to?” Cleo asks. “We’re alone.”

“It’s not your turn yet,” is all Jimmy can say. He’s not sure when it’ll be Martyn’s turn—there’s dozens of prophecies he has to sort through before deciding which threads to follow next time, and he doesn’t even know if any of them have Martyn as a winner. The Watchers and Listeners alike are rather frustrated with Martyn lately; he wouldn’t put it past them to make him suffer for a while.

“That sucks. Least I didn’t kill myself this time, am I right?”

“Sure. Good job, Martyn.” Jimmy tells him, voice purposefully placating. Martyn doesn’t sputter in outrage, though, as he would in the games. He just shoots a tired smile in the opposite direction of Jimmy (who Sees it anyway) and says,

“How long are you here for?”

Cleo rolls her eyes and steps into the mist, past death. Martyn lingers, waiting—hopefully, almost—for an answer.

Jimmy checks up on Scott and Pearl. They’ve still not met up, yet, Scott taking a moment to rest before finding her.

“Not long,” he says after a moment, the bloodlust that’s been plaguing everyone’s thoughts for so long (and giving him a horrid headache) finally beginning to abate. “Why?”

Martyn shuffles his feet a little bit, shrugs. “I dunno. Figured you might not want to be alone after this, might want to hang out. Yeah?”

Jimmy doesn’t remind him that he’s got an entire server to return to, plenty of friends waiting for him. He knows that Martyn’s not asking for Jimmy’s sake.

“I’ll message you,” he promises, and Martyn smiles again before fading into the mist.

Then all that’s left is the victor.

And Scott.

And Jimmy, of course, but he doesn’t ever really count himself when it comes to these games, even when he’s still within them. He’s always out first, he always has to be—and not only for prophecy purposes. Grian really doesn’t like Watchers—or any sort of outsider—intruding on his territory, but someone has to be there to make sure there’s safe passage to another world.

Scott’s making his way toward Pearl now. Pearl’s still cuddling her dogs, telling them all about how she won.

And then Scott’s there, just behind her, and maybe it’s a little push from Jimmy that puts the idea in Scott’s head, gets him to start unbuckling his chestplate.

It’s not like Scott will ever know. With the Red bloodlust, Scott would be lucky to even recognize thoughts that are his own.

Pearl doesn’t like it. She doesn’t like Scott’s tower of tnt, doesn’t like that he’s talking to her, could be a distraction—her fingers flex around the sweat-stained leather of her sword hilt, ready to block any attack that comes, ready to slash the wire of a fishing rod—but Scott simply smiles, congratulates her, and lights his pyre.

She screams, quick and cut-off because soon enough Scott’s dead and just afterward she’s dead.

The world relaxes under Jimmy’s hands, held taut for so long. He relaxes as well. It’s over. It’s finally over.

Scott turns up before Pearl, and Jimmy, knowing all, knows why—he’s let her ghost linger for a few moments, long enough to say farewell to her dogs.

Scott looks around, and there’s a light behind the fading Red in his eyes that tells Jimmy exactly what he’s looking for, exactly what he’s remembering.

“No happy ending this time, eh?” he asks with a quirk of his lips. Jimmy chuckles. Scott can’t hear him or see him, though, so it’s a moment of humor reserved for himself.

Scott turns to leave, but pauses. “Don’t forget MCC this weekend, yeah?” he tosses over his shoulder. Then he’s gone.

And it’s just Jimmy.

And Pearl, who has suddenly appeared.

“Oh,” she says quietly, then louder, “hello? Is anyone here? Scott?”

She’ll leave soon enough and forget her loneliness, so Jimmy turns his attention toward more pressing matters. The world’s going to collapse entirely soon—otherwise it would just be taking up space—and Jimmy helps it along, grabbing a line of code and yanking, watching it unspool an entire hill. That’s always going to be satisfying to him, no matter how many times he does it.

A sound from beside him—she hasn’t left yet, oddly enough. “I’m still alone,” Pearl sniffles, and one unseeable eye blinking open before her shows Jimmy that she looks so terribly lost, tears just forming in her eyes. “Except I don’t even have Tilly with me, here. It’s just . . . me.”

What’s left of Pearl’s tower folds in on itself, vanishes as the world itself begins to twist. Box crumbles. Jimmy winces as his own grave cracks and disappears.

Pearl’s crying, Jimmy realizes with a start, a fat tear rolling down her cheek before she can stop it. She rubs at her eyes with the torn sleeve of her hoodie, takes in a shuddering breath.

“I wanna go home,” she whispers to no one, and Jimmy wonders why she doesn’t. “Which way is home?”

Oh. If Jimmy isn’t mistaken, she’s glitched.

It’s not the first time he’s had to deal with a glitched player in one of Grian’s death worlds. Last game, Bdubs’s final death had glitched similarly, leaving him stuck in the limbo of the void. He’d started to become Watcherish for the week that he was stuck, looking down at the game below and eventually Seeing. It had taken Jimmy far too long to try the simplest solution, the one that actually got him out, after working through dozens of different ones.

This time, he takes Pearl’s hand before he tries anything else.

She gasps, but she doesn’t let go. Instead, her grip tightens around Jimmy’s not-quite-corporeal hand.

“I’ll lead you home,” he tells her, knowing she’ll hear nothing.

Pearl, to her credit, follows.

She doesn’t stop crying, which is awkward for Jimmy, really, because how is he meant to comfort someone to whom he is nothing more than mist right now? And sometimes her cries are less anguished and more angry, and that’s a whole issue that he really doesn’t want to deal with so maybe it’s better that he can’t help.

She’ll start feeling better once she’s on Hermitcraft again. Red still stains her skin and mind, leftover from being Last. Both Grian and Scott had each had a particularly difficult time shaking off the despairing bloodlust after their respective wins.

But neither of them had glitched. Both had moved on almost instantly to their next servers. Pearl is stuck here with all of those warped feelings.

He doesn’t envy her position. He does pity it.

It’s not a short walk to Hermitcraft, but not a particularly long one either—Jimmy leads her into the mist for maybe ten minutes before he starts feeling the pull, that distinct Hermity feeling that tells him in gentle whispers that this is where Pearl belongs.

He releases her hand and her defenses shoot up, face guarded and one hand ready to punch while the other grasps aimlessly at nothing.

She needs a final push, then. If she were more in her right mind, she would have sensed the pull of her home.

And she just looks so terribly lonely.

So Jimmy forces all of his strength into giving his body weight and wraps her in a hug.

She’s surprised, and murder is still very much at the forefront of her mind, but after a moment she relaxes into it, hugs him back, her hands grabbing for a body that isn’t there to her. She sighs, butts her head up against him, her head finally going quiet enough that it isn’t grating on Jimmy’s ears.

“Don’t know who you are,” she says. “Too tall to be Grian, which is who I expected, really. Thank you, though—whoever you are.”

“You’re welcome,” Jimmy responds, and she still doesn’t hear him, but she lets him ease her into Hermitcraft’s current before releasing her to disappear into it.

And he’s really been alone for quite some time, but finally he’s alone-alone, with no more voices and faces that he has to keep track of. He can just close all of his eyes and stop Seeing and stop Listening and just Stop for a moment.

There’s so much paperwork to do.

He could stay here to do it. Once he’s done overseeing the destruction of the server he could just hang out in the timeless nothing of the void, where no one can bother him and he can get it done on time, rather than cram it all into his schedule the night before the deadline.

Or he could go back to Tumble Town, finally get a chance to relax. Stretch out in his own bed with Deputy Norman by his side. Get dirt under his fingers, feel the mesa sun beat down on him, build something with his own two hands. It’s really not a tough choice to make.

He’s always been more Player than anything else.

So Jimmy goes the way Joel and Scott went, follows the thread that whispers of Empires until he finds the current, lets himself be washed away into it.

He’ll definitely do some of that paperwork tomorrow. Totally.

Jimmy wakes with a gasp, lungs frantically filling and refilling after so many days in the void without needing to breathe. He’d forgotten how much of an adjustment period properly having a body is (at least it’s not as bad as waking in the Cod Empire had been; the air of the mesa is much thinner and doesn’t feel like soup sliding down his throat).

Other than his breathing, it’s quiet. Not quiet in the way of the void, the suffocating silence only broken by the words of the dead. Quiet in the way of the world—wind kicking up a bit of sand outside, the cry of a faraway bird, Norman purring at the foot of the bed.

He thinks maybe he’ll build a shop today.

Jimmy takes a few more long minutes to figure out how to breathe and move before forcing himself up. He rolls out of bed, pulls on his jeans and buttons up his shirt. He grabs a bite of hardtack before stepping into his cowboy boots, dusts the crumbs off his hands and pins his sheriff badge onto his vest.

He’s about to step out the door when he realizes he’s almost forgotten the most important part! On a hook by the kitchen table is a beautiful ten-gallon hat, and he swings it on and fingers the part of the brim that’s already wearing thin before marching out the door, ready for a day of living.

A violet eye blinks open in the back of the hat.

#double life smp #trafficblr #dlsmp #double life fanfic #mcyt #jimmy solidarity #traffic smp #solidaritygaming #watcher jimmy #listener jimmy #listener martyn #ask to tag #empires smp #I TOLD YOU I WASNT HURTING HIM IN THIS ONE #so welcome to my new au #will be on ao3 once i title it #i don't currently have any ideas for writing more of it #but there's. there's a lot of lore here #the day the last dl ep came out i went into a haze and emerged two hours later with this #i didn't even know what it was about until the next day #there's so much lore for this au that i'm probably not gonna do much with #just bc i have other focuses atm #but basics: jimmy is a triple threat and the first one ever #which means there's a lot of prophecies abt him #and he's learning how to fulfill prophecies so he can bring peace to his peoples etc #very chosen one-esque ik #mas writes #anyways lmk what you think!#love you guys

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kannagms · 7 days

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As someone who has been a fan of the boys since the beginning of Buzzfeed Unsolved when Ryan was doing his little PowerPoint presentations and reading from a single sheet of printer paper, this entire Watcher fiasco is insane and was definitely not on my 2024 bingo card.

Back when Ryan and Shane announced that they were leaving Buzzfeed to start their own entertainment company with Steven, I was excited! I wanted to see what new, fun, interesting, and creative content they would put out without Buzzfeed holding them back. I'm a huge fan of Mystery and Ghost Files, Puppet History, Are You Scared?, Too Many Spirits, Top 5 Beatdown. Loved Spooky Small Talk before it was scrapped. I watched every new ep that came out, even the ones I didn't like that much like Steven's food ones, and liked and commented because I wanted to support them as much as possible. I rewatch all my favorite episodes. I have a dedicated playlist of Ryan and Shane content because it helps me fall asleep at night. When I didn't have much I at least had Watcher to keep my smile on my face and continuous laughter going when I didn't feel much like going on.

I got the notification 3 days ago about a new Watcher video and was stunned at what I saw. Sure I can watch episode 1 of new shows and watch some trailers, but I'm gonna have to sub to yet another streaming service to watch anything more. A streaming service that doesn't even have an app, so if I want to add anything to my sleep playlist, I'm gonna have to leave my phone on all night.

Anyways, I immediately went and checked the boys' socials and see what they posted for any additional info. Thousands upon thousands of negative comments all saying basically the same thing:

I can't afford $6/month/not everyone has $6 laying around, and it can really make or break someone financially.

Been a fan since Unsolved, guess I'm not a watcher anymore.

This is a bad move.

From what I've seen across reddit, Twitter, tiktok, Instagram, and Tumblr, the negative far outweigh the positive. The only "positive" comments I've seen haven't really been "oh this is a great idea! I'm gonna go sub right now!!" It's really been more, "well it's their business, they can do what they want with it." Or simply bashing other people because they cannot afford $6 a month or $60 a year, which really comes off as boomer ideology. You know, the old "if millennials would stop eating avocado toast or buying Starbucks maybe they can afford a house!" While completely ignoring the global economic crisis we are all facing. It's completely out of check with the fact that there's so many of us not just in America, but in the world who are barely living paycheck to paycheck. That there are so many people who WISH they could get a Starbucks coffee in the morning but often times have to skip meals because they cannot afford food if they want to keep a roof over their heads, you know the ridiculous amount of money that we spend to rent a small space. Never gonna forget the one apartment I looked at that was $800 a month, no utilities included, no parking, no pets allowed, and I could lay flat on the ground and have my 5'4" length reach comfortably in every single room. Wasn't even a kitchen or room for a single size bed (mild tangent rant, I now pay $1300 for a 2 bedroom apartment, most utilities included, but bad parking)

And for Steven to say that anyone can afford $6 is just so factually wrong. Has anyone checked the foreign exchange rate for $6? Some threads I've seen on Reddit are insane. For some people 6 USD translates to someone's entire rent or a week's worth of food. If I recall the comment correctly, one person said that in their country, Netflix comes out to $2 USD, and is considered a luxury item that only the upper class/wealthy have.

Maybe I'm just being bitter. Maybe I'm just overreacting to a piece of content I loved and cherished being pushed behind a paywall. It just feels like a slap in the face to fans who have spent countless hours soaking in their content, recommending them to friends, making new friends over a shared interest, and now feeling like they didn't matter at all. That we were just dollar signs. To hear them going from thanking dedicated fans for helping them get to where they are to but now you gotta give us more money if you want to keep being fans and now we are going to ignore your backlash just feels disingenuous and heartbreaking.

#watcher #i dont know #not to be parasocial on main #but this month has just been so difficult #and to get hit with this just really broke me.#made me think what if all the people i watch on yt make this same move #i want them to succeed but at the same i dont want them to be an example to others yk?

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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 months

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New World Order: Part Three

Pairing: Zombie!Steve Rogers x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You keep trying to get Steve's humanity back, and the other zombies are starting to notice a change in not only Steve but themselves. The next step? Convincing humans that they can be saved.

Part One Part Two

Squares Filled: eyepatch (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

There is a cure for the zombie virus; you’ve seen it in the way Steve’s heart started beating a couple of weeks ago. Since then, you’ve been working hard to reteach Steve the basics: how to talk, how to walk, and trying to get him to remember his past with you. It’s not been an easy task but Steve is the love of your life. You’d do anything for him.

Your hostage has gotten used to the treatment you’ve given him so he’s content with staying underground while you explore the top with Steve. The other zombies don’t attack you for two reasons: you’re not living and they crave live flesh rather than dead ones, and they’re curious about the dynamic of you and Steve.

There is a park not too far from your hideout so you and Steve are sitting on the rotting playground structure. Without people to clean it and upkeep it, it’s falling apart into pieces. You're sitting on a raised platform while Steve is picking up different rocks he thinks look good to give to you. Right now, you have three rocks by your side.

“Is it weird to say life is so much easier now than before?” you chuckle. “In a way, it is. No more meetings, no more getting up at the ass-crack of dawn, no traffic, and no dealing with stupid people over the phone. I guess there is an upside to this apocalypse.”

“I r-remember y-you,” Steve struggles to say.

He walks over to you with a shiny rock in his hands, and you grab it gently.

“What do you remember?”

“M-Music… Dancing… You.”

He must be talking about the fact that every time you have date night, he’d end the day by dancing with you in the living room to soothing music. You smile at the memory and grab Steve’s hand to prevent him from going back for more rocks.

“I promise you, Steve, I will get you back no matter what.” You look to the right and left to see other zombies staring at you two holding hands. They’re curious. “With your help, I think we can cure everyone.”

You don’t tell him that you’re only talking about the zombie cure. You don’t know if there is a vampire cure. If there isn’t, there will still be one more monster left in the world. You and people like you will be surrounded by potential meals.

“World is dangerous,” Steve stutters.

“Not anymore,” you smile.

You raise his hand to your mouth and kiss the back of it. Yes, he’s a zombie but he doesn’t have rotting flesh that’s falling off. He’s just very pale since he doesn’t have blood in his body. You’re dead, too, but you at least have some color to your skin. One of the watcher zombies takes another’s hand and holds it in curiosity. Steve’s heart beats again just as the other two zombies’ hearts beat. This is going to work, you just know it. You have to keep reminding Steve that he has something to lose.

“Do you want to see more of our life together?”

“Yes,” he nods.

“Come on.”

You keep holding his hand as you guide him to the building where you two once worked. Most of the windows are broken from people falling to their deaths or breaking in, but you walk in through the front door. Chairs and desks are overturned, papers are strewn across the floor, and there is graffiti on the walls. Each floor is in shambles, and you stop at the fourth floor which is the one you worked in.

“Here is my desk.” There are still some of your possessions on your desk. Old pictures of you and Steve that no one else wanted, papers of work that aren’t important anymore, and small trinkets you liked to see every day to brighten your day. “I remember this day. Do you?”

One of the pictures is of you and Steve who is wearing an eye patch. You two wore pirate couples costumes for the party you were attending. That night was special because that was the first Halloween you two spent as a couple. All your friends were waging bets on when you two were going to get together, and that was the night you told everyone.

“C-Costumes… Jumped into pool… I wanted to impress… you,” Steve says slowly.

That’s right. He climbed the roof after having a few too many drinks and did a cannonball right into the pool. You tried to help him out only for him to pull you in.

“Yeah, that’s right. You pushed me in,” you chuckle.

“Pull… I pulled you,” he smiles.

“Yeah, you did. Do you want to see your desk?”

“Yes.”

You take him up two more floors where his desk is, and it’s in the same condition as yours. You open the bottom drawer and see a small jewelry box that was left behind by ransackers. Why steal riches when you can’t spend it anywhere? People steal food, medicine, and clothes instead of expensive things. You open it to reveal a shiny diamond ring that he was going to use to propose to you.

“I love you,” Steve says when he sees the ring.

“I love you,” you say and close the box. You hand the box to him and he takes it in his cold hand. “Maybe when you’re cured, you can ask me.:

“Y/N,” he smiles.

Days have turned to weeks, and you’ve been working hard to get Steve back to who he was before. Steve’s vocabulary has grown a lot more, he’s remembering more about his past, and he’s eager to listen to your stories of you and him. The other zombies have joined in on the learning experience, and now you have a small following of people just looking to get their humanity back. There have been a few humans here and there that have been scared shitless at the sight of your group but you’ve left them alone. They were confused to see a vampire holding back a zombie from eating them but if they can get back to their human camps and spread the word that the zombies are changing, then you’re one step closer in curing them.

Steve’s favorite spot to hang out at is the playground next to your underground hideout. You’ve let your hostage go who was eager to get back to his family even if that means no more meals three times a day and no entertainment. You can survive on your large supply of bagged blood for a while.

Steve’s been working on his motor functions so he’s able to push himself on the swings. Your group of zombies is hanging around to hear what you have to say since you’re their connection to humanity, but you don’t mind the company.

“Will life ever return to normal?” Steve asks.

He’s not stuttering anymore, he can form fuller sentences, and he remembers what you tell him. His heart is beating more which makes you very happy.

“Not for a long time but I hope it does get better. People won’t have to be afraid anymore.” You stop swinging to sit on the grass. Steve follows you and sits next to you. “Do you remember anything else about your life?”

“No, not much.”

“It’s okay. You’ll make new memories.”

“What’s next?”

“We need to get into the human camps. If you guys have any chance of being cured, we’re going to need their help. It’s not going to be easy to convince them, but I’m hoping if we show them your progress, maybe their walls will come down.”

You two sit in silence for a bit.

“I like being here with you,” Steve says suddenly.

“I do, too.”

“I wish I… could remember us.”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Were we in love?”

“Yes,” you smile.

“Did we live together?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you not like me? You’re… vampire.”

“We knew something was happening before it did. There had been cases of people going crazy after being infected, and the CDC thought they were contained. Once one person was bitten, it spread like wildfire. Something else came out of that lab besides the zombie illness, something more deadly. It was population control. They created this virus to kill off a lot of people to maintain the population. They created two viruses just in case one didn’t work but they both did… too quickly for them to keep up with.

“We were working when the government announced an emergency shutdown. It sent everyone into a panic. We met at the lobby but got split up. We promised each other that if this were to happen, we’d get to our apartment as fast as possible to be together… but I never made it. I was chased by something that killed me and turned me into this.

“Vampires are smart. They don’t turn others unless it’s necessary which is why you don’t see a lot of them roaming around. We tend to like our privacy so we’re spread out throughout the country and even the world. I’m probably the only vampire within a few hundred miles of the next one. The zombie illness isn’t as deadly but it did spread the fastest.

“I was alone for years before I found you. It hurt to think of you being dead so I pictured you made it to a human camp and was doing your best to help people. Now I know what really happened. I’m going to do everything I can to give you your life back. The humans are too afraid to try but I can’t get infected. My blood kills off the virus too quickly for me to turn. We’re the only ones who can try.”

Steve reaches over and grabs your hand.

“I will never leave you again.”

“I know,” you grin.

Just like clockwork, Steve’s heart beats again, this time for much longer. You’re nearly there.

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Michelle Gomez and Sacha Dhawan Panel

Please note this IS NOT word for word, but so you can get a general gist of the panel. Both Michelle and Sacha were soooooo hilarious.

Whovians of all ages got to ask both of them questions.

This post is just Michelle’s and Sachs’s part of the panel there is a seperate post for Michelle’s panel and Sacha’s panel will be up in the next couple days!

Shouting from the back…

Sacha: Oh so boring!

Michelle: security, security!

Sacha walk to the stage

Michelle : Sacha Dhawan everyone!

Sacha: I was standing up the back and I thought… this is so boring…

(in a bad Scottish accent) “oh me and Peter Capaldi”

Michelle: laughing hard (can’t understand what she’s saying)

Sacha sitting down hugging Michelle

Sacha: so how are you?

Michelle: oh you know between here to hellish

Sacha: I thought I would join you

Michelle: if you thought it was boring then you’re gonna think it’s really boring now. Ok 2 for the price of 1

Moderator: I feel like a 3rd wheel… next question

Questioner: Green wing and the book club were on when I was young, do you take responsibility for warping a generation of millennials?

Michelle: yes, yes I do. I’ve landed myself in shows that are a little different.

Questioner: Missy has her own Audio series what was it like having her as the main character?

Michelle: well obviously it’s great to not have to put up with other people, lol. It’s brilliant because it keeps me connected to a world that I was thrilled to be part of and it’s a laugh because I live in NY and they record in London, so I’m in a booth in NY by myself.

Moderator walks off stage… feels like a 3rd wheel

Sacha takes over from the Moderator

Sacha: Alright let’s ask some real questions now!

Michelle: laughing again can’t understand what she’s saying

Moderator from the question line on the floor: long time watcher first time asker (room is laughing hysterically at this point) in green wing in your office after everyone has left there was scenes of you or you character doing some amazing weird and wonderful… disturbing things, who came up with that concept that your character is doing these obscure boarder line illegal things?

Michelle: I think at that point I was still learning how to be a professional so I was still feral at that point and they would lock the camera off in my office and then let me fuck around.

Questioner: Hi Michelle…. First of all Sacha don’t come for my girl, bro,

Sacha: yes I love it

Questioner: I’m Māori bro I’ll see you in the parking lot

Sacha: I love it… god it’s turning me on

Questioner: Fuck that was…

Crowd laughing hysterically can’t hear

Questioner: What’s the best acting advice you’ve been given throughout your career?

Michelle: if you’re serious about it don’t ever give up, there’s so much rejection, and it took me so long to get where I am today. Surround yourself with like minded people. And go to the theatre I feel like the real education is on stage.

Questioner: What was it like bringing a comedic edge to such a scary character in the flight attendant?

I’m classically trained and I did an Epsom play not known for it comedic tendencies, and the review came out and said Michelle Gomez plays one of the funniest performances in the Master Builder by Epsom, and I was like WHAT? I was quite offended, I don’t know I’m being funny is my answer to your question. Miranda in flight attendant was not meant to be funny she was meant to be very scary, thank you. (Laughing)

Questioner: Sacha when I was in line for my photo I asked about the Rasputin dance and you said you were saving it, is now the time?

Sacha: is it the time? You know when I did the dance I thought it was written in the script… but it wasn’t and for some reason I thought it said ‘the master dances’ I realise now everyone who was there that day must have been thinking ‘what is he doing?’ I don’t think I’ll be able to bust those moves out again. I remember we had 5 minutes to shoot that scene and under pressure it’s amazing what shapes you throw, I remember not being able to walk the next day.

Question asker: I think that’s the best Master moment to date… both cheers and boos from the audience, and a lot of laughter.

Sacha in a deep voice: Come here my boy

Michelle in a little voice: mmmk? (About the comment not coming to Sacha)

Questioner: I’m just wondering if it’s true you and Sacha are going to do a spin off called the Masters? (Please note the answer was in jest!)

Michelle:Um… oh… deny deny deny… um maybe 🤷……….. You heard it here first… maybe.

Questioner: Sacha I was wondering how it felt when you replaced Jodie Whittaker?

Sacha: ahhhh…

Michelle: oh fuck…

Sacha: we’ll I knew about it

Michelle: oh he knew about it (The love/hate flirting they do is comedy gold, the chemistry is on point)

Sacha: I knew it was going to happen a couple months before and before I played the Master I always thought I’d love to play the Doctor, I’d love to be able to do it. But obviously being the Master I thought there’s no way I’d ever be the Doctor so it was amazing that the opportunity came up and I LOVED IT. But I did realise the Doctor has way to much pressure, the Master can come in mess things up then leave because I don’t have to worry about the mess but the Doctor then has to clean it up, so as much as it was nice doing it for a bit I was happy to give it back to Jodie.

Questioner: What are your next projects?

Michelle: We have a strike at the moment so nothing.

Sacha: I’ve got a show coming out in the UK called Wolf it’s a dark detective series with a a black comedy element to it it comes out in July I think

Michelle: and are you playing a Wolf?

Sacha (side eyeing Michelle): no, lol

Questioner: This is for both of you last time Missy interacted with a master it was the simm!master

Michelle: oh yeah 🙄

Questioner: They had an interesting dynamic my question is what do you think the dynamic between your Masters would be like?

Michelle: you’ll have to watch and see (again this was in jest… maybe letting us know to message RTD more to get on it! Lol)

Sacha: I think it’s going to be very sexual, the Master is a little bit in love with himself so

Michelle: oh my god… ok… oh yeah it would be dead sexy

Sacha: and slightly violent

Michelle: what is wrong with you…😏 ok honey 😎

Questioner: If your 2 Masters were on scene together what chaos do you think they would get up to that isn’t… that? (Again the answer is in jest)

Michelle: You’ll have to watch and see I don’t think you understand you’re getting an exclusive here. What would we get up to? Hmmm… you understand we’re actors we don’t really say the cruel stuff that’s written for us.

Sacha: what chaos would you like to see us get up to?

Questioner: I don’t know… kidnapping the Doctor doing crazy stuff…

Michelle: oh that’s what you mean, oh right yes, I see what you mean, so I’d stick him in a trunk and drive him to Paris and we’d have lunch and then we’d let the Doctor out and he’d have to get his own way home, and then we’d travel back in time and we’ll take you with us and we’ll go to the 1920s and we would be in Jazz club.

Questioner: what mundane superpower would you have?

Michelle: I hate emptying the dishwasher, I don’t mind loading it, but I don’t like rinsing that annoys me too so anything to do with the dish washer. Dishes are dumb.

Someone in the crowd; get Sacha to do it

Moderator: you know they don’t live together? Laughing

Sacha: after a night out when I’m a little drunk and I need to get home, in London getting home is a nightmare so if I could just click my fingers and be in bed

Michelle: whose bed?

Laughing so loud can’t hear what is said

Questioner: Which other masters have you meet in real life?

Sacha: I worked with Derek Jacobi, but I’ve not met anyone else, I did try following John Simm on instagram but he didn’t follow me back, that was a bit awkward

Moderator pointing at Michelle covertly trying to remind Sacha that he’s met her now

Sacha: oh yeah we’ve met (looking at Michelle)

Michelle: ummm… I did a season with John Simm, so you got 2 for the price of 1 there… I like to mess about a little bit between takes, and I thought this was very funny… John didn’t… I got someone from catering to get me a pear and I stuck it down my top, cos he had to go down and get a locket and so he pulled out the pear… because I have a lovely pear…

Questioner: that’s awesome

Michelle: I thought so.

Questioner: if you ever get a chance to meet Eric Roberts, he just came to Armageddon, I could have looked in his eyes all day long, I hope you get to meet him one day too.

Sacha: I just realised I did meet Eric Roberts actually (crowd laughs at his inability to remember the Masters he’s met)

Questioner: did could you look in his eyes all day

Sacha: no, but he’s very handsome and super lovely as well.

Moderator: did you know he had played the Master?

Sacha: I do now… (laughing) no I did, I did know (crowd is skeptical, Michelle looking off going lalalalala)

Questioner: With you Michelle we had our first female master and then with you Sacha our first non white Master, and then it feels like the Doctor is just copying you now that we had a woman Doctor and now a non white Doctor. How does it feel that the Doctor is just copying the Master now?

Sacha: I think not necessarily just with me as the Master or with Jodie, I think being part of Doctor who this time around it felt like the show creates some extreme worlds but it keeps an eye on what’s going on in the world generally and I think that’s, I’m really proud to be a part of it in that way. I’ve mentioned earlier I wanted to be part of the whoniverse maybe years earlier but actually being part of it this time round felt right and I kind of, even though I have some extreme storyline’s with Jodie about Gallifrey, I don’t know, I always thought about what was going on in the world and I think the show reflects that and I wanted to reflect that in my performance as well so I feel immensely proud about that.

Michelle: similarly for me it really felt like it was time to shake things up, why can’t the master be a woman? Be a mistress? And I felt like I got a lot of love from the transgender community and I get it, I understand it, like being an Uber nerd growing up and not feeling like I fit in, so I felt like I was paying homage to that in a big way. It felt like it was time, like it was current. Steven Moffatt always said it was the best person for the job at the time it didn’t matter (if it was a man or a woman)

*Coming soon… there will be a part 3 with Sacha… I just don’t have time to post now as I’m heading back home from this iconic trip, so Sachas panel will be a couple days away and Part 1 with just Michelle is already up.

Some random notes:

Let’s just say our little spy master isn’t afraid let his feminine self shine, lol. They have a really funny and flirty chemistry together.

They were sat next to each other at the autograph tables with a volunteer between each actor, Sacha and the volunteer swapped spots so Sacha and Michelle could sit next to each other where Michelle proceed to write on posit notes and throw them at him, and they were quiet funny together sitting there.

#sacha dhawan #michelle gomez #dhawan!master #gomez!master #gomez!missy #missy #the master #master #spymaster #13th doctor #thirteenth doctor #thirteen #13 #12th doctor #12 #twelth doctor #twelve

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sharkartery · 10 days

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i'm sorry but 😭 i feel like watcher has no reason to charge for any other content than ghost files. they travel and it's a big production yes, but everything else is just stuff they film in their own studio! y'all are not fiending for money, u live in la and drive teslas for fucks sake! most of ur audience is people who are strugglin sm with the financial crisis going on w the rest of the world n u guys r saying "6 dollars a month a price that everyone can afford!" a price everyone can afford is no price at all!!!! the whole video is very tone deaf too, making it super sad that they're leaving youtube, while ppl r having actual, you know problems? so many ppl r dying due to poverty while ryan bergara gets to go to expensive ass theme parks every weekend and than complain and start charging money for content.

jus go ahead and jumpstart the downfall of watcher! xoxo i will be watching and supporting smaller youtubers who make their living off of it, not 3 dudes who have been well off for years while being on the internet who decided they wanna charge for their content.

#not panic posting sorry #watcher #ghost files #men always have the audacity #it's okay if you don't agree pls don't yell at me #shane madej #ryan bergara

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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PLEASE NO PROMPTS WITH THE INTENTION OF HAVING ME WRITE THEM! I WILL SHARE IDEAS BUT NOT WRITE FOR THE TIME BEING!

my turn !!

(nqviiez -> brick-a-doodle-do)

[ my ao3 // taglist request // spotify ]

/// i am brick. a very sentient brick. perhaps an ickadodo even. she/her pronouns with no label on my sexuality (prolly aromantic) !! i also write. a lot. but despite this it is very hard for me to be able to finish a full fic. i have a creative mind and a piss-poor attention span and the two do not mix ,,,,,

dream smp is my bitch. love it. and mix it with some g/t and vore? sprinkle it with angst? my cup of tea! if you don't like any of that, you're still welcome here but just be mindful of my interests! i will also write occasionally for ghoulboys (bfu & watcher), oc stuff (my ocs and others), and albert/flamingo !

pretty fluid with the people that interact with me, but if you are a nsfw-specific account dni as i am a minor :) also basic criteria such as people supporting racism, homophobia, etc., please dni!

also fyi please tag me in things you want me to see! my tumblr notifications are off and usually i only go blog-surfing every once in a while and rely on my dash so i don't get notified for a lot of stuff until quite a bit later! :)

NOW, into the funner stuff! (lots under cut)

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big aus !! (my favorites, in no particular order)

tiny workers ;; tagged #tiny workers au

what is it?: an au set in a size-difference themed theme park, where it explores the interactions between the borrower staff members and the surrounding humans who's in it?: the au focuses around sbi and dtqk most often, but the entirety of the dream smp + other ccs and people are featured! have i written for this?: yes! chapter one, x, x any worldbuilding?: yes! so much! the masterpost is here

wilbur chocolate ;; tagged #wilbur chocolate au

what is it?: an au where tommy, a human, is living in new york for the month on vacation and buys a bag of wilbur chocolates. to his surprise, when he opens it, he finds a tiny wilbur! who's in it?: the au focuses on crimeboys but will eventually introduce emduo! have i written for this?: yes! part 1, part 2, and part 3 any worldbuilding?: masterpost!

vengeance in the night ;; tagged #vengeance in the night au

what is it?: a g/t batman au with h!techno as batman/bruce, t!phil as alfred, g!tommy as robin/dick and a lot more! who's in it?: focuses on emduo + tommy most often, but it branches off to more! have i written for this?: not yet! any worldbuilding?: yes! masterpost

supersecrets ;; tagged #supersecrets au

what is it?: a non-plot heavy crack au where t!tubbo becomes friends with t!ranboo and h!tommy, who live in an air-bnb for people with superpowers who's in it?: focuses on benchtrio + sbi! butcher army + niki and some others are also featured! have i written for this?: nope! any worldbuilding?: some,,,, x

crashed ;; tagged #crashed au

what is it?: an au where as a child, t!ranboo's plane crashed onto an island. luckily, they survived. but they were the only survivor. a decade later, finally, he's met with t!tubbo and t!tommy as they crash their boat into a rock near the island and are also now trapped who's in it?: benchtrio centric! have i written for this?: nope! tis in the works :) any worldbuilding?: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

something's brewing ;; tagged #something's brewing au, #curiosity killed the cat

what is it?: an au where an over-curious tommy stumbles into the house of a giant wilbur, who immediately captures him into a jar. who's in it?: crimeboys centric. that will change. have i written for this?: yes! i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi (vore) + voreshot any worldbuilding?: nop!

other aus !!

school floors

pixie dust and mischief

four way street

let me take you out

unnamed horror au

in dreams he came

deliberately accusatory

unnamed crime au

seekers

overprotective tendencies

self sabotage

unnamed terrarium

unnamed botanist au

unnamed flamingo/god au

spy au

unnamed royal au

there beneath

unnamed archeology au

adopted wilbur

company and repairs

connected

a place for me

fics !! (unmentioned ones)

oneshots !

company and repairs i ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros company and repairs ii ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros

ghosts are better than humans ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur ;; a gift

2022 summer exchange ;; t!george, t!karlnapity, g!dream ;; a gift

spy au: unofficial prologue ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

i'll run away and hide with you ;; t!tommy, g!phil

never fucking again ;; t!tommy, g!sapnap

oh george~ ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

meeting boo ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo

don't fall ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au/fanfiction of fanfiction

the act of making noise (i) ;; t!tommy, t!techno, g!ranboo, g!wilbur

heavy is the head that gets no sleep ;; t!tommy, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

mere monstrosity ;; t!shane, g!ryan

2022 secret santa ;; t!sam, g/mg!dream ;; a gift

hush ;; sizeshifter!tommy, g!wilbur, implied g!phil

still the wild winds blow ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

we will abide ;; t!karlity, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

feeble disguise ;; t!clingyduo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

would you be so kind? ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur

joy ride ;; t!wilbur, g!quackity, g!schlatt

off switch ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au!

april prompt ;; t!tommy, no defined g!

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy ;; rewritten/updated fic

close the windows, lock the doors ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo

you live life above me ;; t!sapnap, g!dream ;; short prompt series!

blinded by imperfect form ;; t!tommy, g!techno ;; short prompts series!

i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series!

don't talk so much ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series! ;; tiny workers au

days of which you can't make me hate ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; tiny workers au

but the smoke clears when you're around ;; t!techno, g!dream

the feeling comes so quickly ;; t!ranboo, g!techno, (brief) g!wilbur

my fingers pressed until they're sore ;; t!dream, g!sapnap ;; short prompt series!

and though it's no improvement ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

agony drips from me ;; t!micheal, t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

digestion ;; t!george, g!dream ;; short prompt series

every day's a test ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series/april prompts

you're stuck in the web ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

submitted through other blogs !

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy

the little things: written ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au

unnamed ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

unnamed ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

other stuff !!

my art !

tightrope ;; t!wilbur, no defined g!

hamster wheel ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

au hint ;; implied t!george, implied g!dream ;; barely art

paperclips from 1970 doodle ;; t!george, implied g!dream

more pf1970 doodles ;; t!george, implied g!dream

tw!tommy doodle ;; t!tommy

tinies & fruit ;; t!tommy, t!quackity, t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

fic scene ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur ;; fic link

broodles ;; implied t!ranboo, unmentioned t!tommy and g!wilbur, personal lore implied g!quackity and t!wilbur

irza attempt ;; not my au!

hittin' a jig ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur

sleeping (they hate each other) ;; t!tommy, g!techno

unwilling prey + nomf ;; t!techno, g!dream ;; ⚠️ implied/eventual vore

grabbing ;; t!dream, implied g!wilbur

homemade sweaters ;; t!quackity, t!niki, t!sapnap, t!george, t!ponk, t!tommy, t!sam, t!wilbur, g!dream

logsted painting

fanart ! (if i am missing any PLEASE tell me pspspsps)

company and repairs scene ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros ;; (@.oh-i-need-a-name)

curiositybur ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

fic-turned-comic ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

close the windows fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

more ctwltd fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

tiny workers fanart ;; t!tommy, no defined g! (@.justarandomsloth)

c!brick fanart ;; (@.da3dm) ;; + additional accessory

more c!brick fanart ;; (@.beckyu)

pixie dust and mischief fanart ;; t!tommy (@.smiles-for-anon)

my secret santa 2023! ;; g!wilbur, t!tommy (x-monochrome-x)

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,,,,,,,, i also have a family. i remember puzzle (parent), becky (sister? mother i see on weekends?), 3d and orchid (niblings) but i lost track of everyone else. bear with me </3

have a brick for making it to the bottom 🧱

and let's have a memorial for my other two masterposts that i both rage-deleted :D

#masterpost #mw #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #dream smp g/t

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officalroyalsofpierreland · 8 months

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How the Tables Have Turned

[Takes place the Morning after this post]

Henri[mumbling]: Shit...my head....what the fuck happened last- [looks down] Well...fuck...

Henri: Roads should be empty still...shit Aisha will never let me live this down if it comes out...and Mama would probably...I dunno send me off to Francesim or something...where are my clothes...

[A Couple Hours Later] Palais de Royal Rouge, Windensen

Henri: Why's Mag's car in the circle? Oh well...I gotta find one of the remotes to the garage...why does Papa insist we don't have one in our car...

Henri: Oh fuck...Maggie's moving to the University of Brichester....and since her car's out then she's up...fuck fuck fuck....at least she won't be gloating about it and may actually help me sneak in-

Magdalena: Well thank you for waking up to have breakfast with me, but why are you of all people up at 6 am on a Saturday? Maria Aisha: I wanted to catch Queen Francesca of Saliceau's statement...I can't believe Auntie Bells is gonna be the next Queen of Saliceau but I feel bad for Princess Maria...she got duped big time by- Magdalena: Aisha, lets not speak rumors and give them more power. Especially about allies. Maria Aisha: But it's not a rumor its the- [Door shuts quietly and Henri tries to run past them]

Maria Aisha: Well look what we have here Mags. Somebody is doing the walk of shame. Henri: Fuck. Magdalena: Henri, language and Maria Aisha, you can't say anything. If anything you should practice being mature.

Henri: Just let her get it out Maggie... Maria Aisha: You clearly didn't come home last night and those clothes look like they were on somebody's floor...I take it Chiara's party was fun? Henri [sighing exasperatedly]: Yes. It was fun. You done? Maria Aisha: Not yet. Magdalena[disappointed]: Maria Aisha. Maria Aisha: So, you're so lucky Mama and Papa took breakfast in their apartment as they watched Queen Francesca's address. And you're also lucky that I'm not gonna rat you out...so you owe me Hen. Henri: Watcher damnit fine. I owe you...[shudders] you know I hate owing you Maria Aisha: Oh...I know. You thought of how you're gonna explain your car? cause...it's parked behind Maggie's... Henri: shit..

Magdalena: You both are gonna help me move. Maria Aisha & Henri: WHAT? Magdalena: You two are gonna help me move...it's explains why Henri's car is where it is and it'll make sure that Aisha doesn't rat you out in the next 6 hours Henri. Maria Aisha: Ye of little faith! I wasn't gonna rat out Hen! Magdalena: I highly doubt that...now both of you..change and Henri...shower and then I'll cover up those bites with makeup Maria Aisha [teasing]: ooooo someone got sloppy Henri: I hate you Aisha...

@simsroyallegacy

#officalroyalsofpierreland #story #sim: magdalena of lunaria #sim: maria aisha #sim: henri

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hot-thiggity-thighs · 1 year

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My headcanons for what the BBC Ghosts would do today

I saw a post about how it is quite silly that Kitty of all people is the most interested in gore-related things but it got me thinking.

Kitty: I think she would be a medical student or perhaps a photographer of crime scenes.

Fanny: Obviously a professor of mathematics since we learned that she really enjoyed it.

The Captain: He seems like he would be a historian at a museum or at a historical site because he seems to be quite interested in history, more than other ghosts. He's a bird-watcher for fun.

Mary: Home-economics teacher.

Humphrey: He gives off the vibe of being a coffee shop barista who is also part of a improv group. "Mr. Cheese" anyone?

Robin: He is either a chess Grandmaster or is one of those forest rangers that live in the middle of some random national park. I couldn't decide; the man contains multitudes.

Thomas: A white rapper. He writes his own stuff, some of the bars he writes are really good, but a lot of it is just pretentious. Often promotes his music online. Had one good song and is riding on that high.

Pat: Other than a scoutmaster, I could envision him being a therapist for both children and adults since he has that helpful and kind nature.

Julian: Car salesman. yeah.

#I had a fun time coming up with these #ghosts bbc #bbc ghosts #ghosts #ghosts bbc headcanons #hot-thiggity-thighs

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vegetable-man · 1 year

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Divine Intervention

FLUFFY WINTER FIC JUST DROPPED. I’m halfway done with finals. Bless the lord. N e wayz, I wrote this bc I think Eddie is so bae. no warnings just love fr. Sending u kithes <3

Divine Intervention

Eddie munson x reader (a slight mention of mechanic Eddie). Same universe as my other mechanic eddie fic.

{*_*}

Indiana was surprisingly cold in the winter. As soon as October came around, a chill would start to crawl down Eddie’s spine and soon enough would leave his back tight and aching. While he never complained, it kept him under the flannel and thick comforter of his bed like a super magnet.

Needless to say, Eddie wouldn’t get up for anybody.

Well, not quite anybody.

…

Max actually liked living in a small trailer with her mom. Living in that big house with Neil and Billy was far colder in the summers than it was here in the dead of winter. She settled quite nicely in her small bedroom and admired how peaceful her mom kept the place.

There was also another thing Max liked about living in the trailer park: she knew anything and everything about everyone.

You wouldn’t peg her to be much of a nosy girl but in truth, Max was a hardcore people watcher. She enjoyed silently observing her neighbor’s lives and arguments, even noticing small changes in their routines.

Max noticed when Mrs. Wilt got a new senior dog from the shelter. She noticed when the kids down the street started to feed the stray cats.

She also noticed that Eddie had been leaving his trailer much earlier than usual.

Now, being the observer she was, she knew that normally, Eddie was late for everything. He was late to the house parties at Steve’s, he was late to pick up her boyfriend and his friends, he was even late to his own campaigns.

As soon as there was even a thought of snow falling from the impossibly dark morning sky, Eddie was dressed and out of the trailer at 6:30 AM sharp.

The van starting up would wake her up, and Max would blearily look out her window at the trailer across from the window. Eddie would be out there warming up the car, brushing snow off his windshield, and sometimes running frantically back inside to grab something he probably forgot.

With a roll of her eyes, Max would roll back into bed and wait for her mom to wake her up in another half hour for school.

…

Wayne always kept the news on, especially in the afternoons. He didn’t care for the news, no, but he did care about the weather for the week.

After a small dinner between himself and his boy, Wayne sat his heavy bones down on the couch to watch some TV. Eddie grabbed two beers and a couple of papers, presumably for one of his games that Wayne didn’t quite understand, and set up camp on the small chair that accompanied the couch in their comfortably cluttered living room.

Handing Wayne an opened beer, Eddie sat down in his chair and took a swig from his own bottle, eyes trained on the TV.

“what are they sayin it’s gonna be?” He asked his uncle.

“a couple feet of snow” he groans out, and suddenly he smirks “you better head on to bed, boy”

“Fuuuuuck” Eddie gripped his forehead and leaned forward. With a breath he sat back up, barked out a quick ‘yeah I guess you’re right’ and dragged his feet to the bathroom to wash up before bed.

On the couch, where Eddie couldn’t see him -where no one could see him in fact-, Wayne couldn’t help the smile and sigh that escaped his mouth and entered the very bottle he sipped.

…

There was nothing that irritated Eddie more than his 6:00 AM alarm on a cold morning.

His body felt warm, his nose felt cold, his brain felt like a brick. And yet, Eddie dragged himself out of bed to put on his usual uniform except with an added twist: the winter coat that you had bought for him last Christmas. While Eddie thought that a bulky coat would destroy his style, it seemed like you had thought of everything, it was a true Wilson leather jacket with all the padding and insulation to get him through the arctic. Eddie knew that wasn’t true, but hell, he’d never see Michigan anytime soon much less the arctic circle. He just knew you didn’t want him to be cold, and he’d do anything for you.

Even get up at the crack of fucking dawn.

When finished his morning routine, Eddie was much more awake than before, but not anymore prepared to face the biting cold of the outside.

Still, he grabbed his keys and headed out to warm up the car and drive off.

As soon as the heat had filled the car, Eddie shifted out of park and slowly drove out of the trailer park through the newly falling snow.

…

If the roads in Hawkins were bad enough in the summertime, the wintertime felt like a deathtrap. There weren’t enough plows to keep up with the roads that weren’t frequently used such as I don’t know, most of them?

And while Eddie didn’t care for driving in the snow, he knew you were absolutely terrified.

You had your own car, you own routine and places to go, but it all seemed to slow down when there was a dusting of snow or ice on the asphalt. Once, you had called Eddie in a panic because you were stuck at school in a blizzard and couldn’t even get out of the parking lot without sliding.

Eddie laughed, he didn’t mean to, but blizzard was a gross overstatement.

Nevertheless, he drove his ass up to your college campus to save you from the dastardly dangerous terribly scary snow.

Ever since then, Eddie vowed to never let you drive in the snow again.

…

Back in the van, Eddie navigated the tight and windy roads of Hawkins to your house. Not even fifteen minutes by car, and Eddie knew he would be early like he always was.

Pulling into your driveway, which was quickly building up snow, Eddie saw that the garage was open and the lights were on. He knew enough of your family’s routine to know that both your parents were leaving for work at their usual time. Too fucking early, but their usual time regardless.

With an empty spot in the garage from the recent departure of your father, Eddie pulled into the spot and waved at your mom who was warming up her car herself. She looked over at Eddie and gave him a tired wave and smile, one that said ‘yeah hun she’s still in bed’.

Shutting off his car and tightening his abdomen, Eddie braced for, and eventually threw himself, into the cold air lingering around your garage. It wasn’t a long walk to the door which led into the coatroom, perhaps 10 steps. But these were 10 steps in which Eddie felt his back start to cramp and started walking with a hunch.

Your house was much warmer, though, which made up for the incessant and violating cold.

Taking off his boots and heavy coat, Eddie entered your house and beelined for your bedroom.

…

If Eddie was frozen before, he was entirely melted by the way you were swallowed by the seven..? He tried to count, blankets on your bed. He heart melted through his chest and in a puddle that made his socks wet with sticky and sweet love.

He could barely see your long and steady breaths from under your blanket and what he could see told him you were utterly out.

With firm steps to your bed, Eddie sat on the edge and dipped the mattress in a way that exposed your face a little further to his sight. Now, he always thought you were cute, even far before he told you for the first time, but Eddie was always hit by it the most when you were sleeping. When you would get a small furrow in your brows and cheeks would squish from the pillow supporting your face.

Cuteness aggression was an intrusive thought that Eddie used all his power to resist.

Compromising with himself, Eddie placed a firm kiss on your temple. Firm, now, meant that the kiss pushed almost your whole head a few inches into the pillow, and exposed your neck for a slight moment from the motion. Eddie used this moment to slip his hand into the crook of your neck and gently rubbed across its length.

A bit startled and groggy from sleep, you furrowed your brows and without opening your eyes, graveled out a small “hello?”

Eddie bit back a laugh and stroked upwards towards your cheek “Good morning sweetheart” and pressed an even deeper kiss to your temple.

With a small sleepy gasp, you moved from your side and onto your back and softly whined out “Eddie? Hi! G’Mornin”.

With that, Eddie laid his torso on top of yours as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, breathing in his hair and soaking in his warmth.

Eddie knew, however, that if you wanted to be on time for your 8:00 AM class, you would need to get up right about now.

“You’ve gotta get up and ready sweetheart” he spoke near your neck.

“No.”

“Come on up now” Eddie used his leverage to lift you into a seated position. Seated in a valley made by the mountains of blankets on your bed, perhaps not up, but maybe more slouched than anything.

Eddie laughed at your messy hair and slightly swollen eyes as you yawned and embraced him again in your new position. This time, with your head on his shoulder and your cheek squished into his collarbone.

“I love you so much” you squeaked out.

“I know honey” he rubbed your back “I love you too” and he kissed your hairline.

Marinating in the love, as Eddie called it, you both sat exchanging small gestures and warmth under the soft glow of your bedside lamp.

A ringing of the phone somewhere down the hallway interrupted you both and sent Eddie slowly pulling away from you padding towards the wall where he picked up the receiver.

Great news.

Eddie grinned as he blinked out the lingering exhaustion from his eyes and called the garage.

“Hey Ray… yeah bud… nah… no yeah that’s perfect I was calling to call out anyway!” Eddie barked out a laugh. They were closing the garage for the blizzard “yeah, It shouldn’t be a hard job anyway… no I’m with my girl… no worries man… stay safe I’ll see ya Monday!”

Eddie always felt a sort of divine intervention around you.

First your college campus closes due to weather, and then his garage takes a day off too.

Perfect, he smiled.

Walking back to your bed, shutting off the hallway and kitchen lights on the way, Eddie opened the door to your room and slipped inside. It was dark besides the lamp which was still on and you, well, you had fallen back under the oppression of your six, eddie finally decided, blankets.

Grabbing a pair of his sweatpants from your drawer, Eddie slipped them on in lieu of his jeans, shut off the lamp, and climbed into bed with you and your squished cheeks.

Eddie maneuvered your half asleep body next to him and caressed the back of your head until you fell back asleep with a newfound warmth next to you.

Eddie was comfortable. It was dark, it was warm, it was heavy, and you were next to him.

Divine intervention, he reminded himself. And then, like young men can’t resist, he fell deeply asleep.

…

Eddie woke up to two things. Well, three. Eddie woke up to three things.

He woke up to the soft white winter light. A morning snow kind of light beaming from the windows of your room. It was somehow one of the most loving and nostalgic scenes that he could think of. A fresh snow gleam was a sight to warm the heart.

The second thing Eddie woke up to was the heavy dip next to him on your mattress as you re-entered the bed.

The third thing Eddie woke up to was the smell of hot chocolate.

Eddie took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and stretched his arms up and out before looking up at you and the mug of hot chocolate you sported.

Your hair was still messy, your glasses were on, and you brushed the hair out of Eddies face as you traced his jaw towards the outer corner of his eye.

Eddie moved his head to slightly bite the meat of your thumb and kiss the palm of your hand.

Groaning and lifting himself to a seated position, he grabbed the mug, tugged you into his side, and thanked divine intervention once again.

#eddie munson x reader #EDDIE MY BELOVED #eddie x y/n #mechanic!eddie #Eddie fluff #eddie munson #i want to have a morning winter cuddle when school is canceled and be little babies with eddie under the blankets IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK

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