#edit2 there we go

[pdalicedraws]

They’re talking past each other a little bit.

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(Happy Halloween, y’all! I do NaNoWriMo every year, so I’m afraid we’re going down to just Tuesdays for the month of November, and I reserve the right to go on hiatus if I risk falling behind on my wordcount lol. Wish me luck writing 1,667 words a day!)

#nimona #nimona movie #nimona comic #nimona film #nimona webcomic #nimona netflix #nimona graphic novel #nimona crossover #nimonaverse #pd alice draws #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #edit: aw shit where did my image description go #I’ll rewrite it soon as I’m back at my laptop sorry #edit2 there we go

[wikagirl]

for an optimised experience I advice you to look at these while listening to the tequila song or alternatively open each in a new tab, put on the song and switch to a different turtle when ever they say tequila bc that's what i was listening to when making these also yes this is based off of the lil vid with the turtle dancing in the shower

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Nice. Thanks guys <3

EDIT2: ayooo I‘m gonna go sleep now so if this post reaches 420 notes in the next 12 hours could someone plz screenshot it for me I‘d like to have it as a milestone for the memes also why is my most enganged post about bootyshaking turtles? We’re currently at 260something and I‘ve never had this much engagement anywhere and I‘m kinda scared rn tbh it‘s a lil intimidating but I‘m glad you guys like my silly little idea.

EDIT3:

we barely missed it but eeeyyyy close enough. Thank you to everyone who kept an eye open 😌

#wiika #random #myart #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #bootyyyshaker9000 #thanks to everyone for reminding me to tag that lul

[tolkienbrained]

when i first heard about yoshiden i was like ok cool ship but it doesn't make much sense but THEN i started thinking about it and found and absolute goldmine.

first off, we all know or at least can tell that one of the main overarching themes in chainsaw man is the subversion of common shonen tropes (which fujimoto does wonderfully, mind you) such as "the perverted main character". denji is a subversion of this trope for many reasons which should be discussed in a different post but how wonderful would it be for the sex-crazed women-obsessed character to realize that, oh, maybe women aren't the only option and end up with a guy? i say bisexual denji rights. although to be fair it's true that so far there hasn't been any indication for this in the manga, i don't think denji is at the point where he has realized exactly WHY he's so obsessed with women (cough mommy issues and touch-deprivation).

linking that last point a bit with the Yoshiden Thesis™ we have the fact that a lot of his affection for makima in the first part was most likely linked to this deprivation of love as he grew up and possibly to his lack of a mother figure while he was growing up. and of course makima herself instigated this affection and knowingly manipulated denji. most women denji has known until now have used him, and hurt him in different ways (or just have been older women that shouldn't be messing with a sixteen-year-old anyway). in fact, the ONLY genuinely positive relationship with a woman denji has in part 1 is with power, and it's completely platonic. and it's not only women who have hurt denji, most people in part 1 (with some notable exceptions (aki and power my beloveds)) were not interested in denji, didn't want denji, just cared about chainsaw man and the chainsaw devil. yoshida is someone tasked with protecting DENJI and making sure DENJI gets to live a peaceful, happy life. he has shown a willingness to put up with denji's ridiculousness and has even seemed amused by it. it's too early in part 2 to honestly tell, but we could even say he cares about denji (or possibly will soon since fujimoto needs more characters to break denji's heart even more, fucker).

once again coming back to the "women-obsessed, sex-crazed" part, denji being deprived of affection made him grow up thinking that was the only way to show affection and love, possibly because of how media and society, in general, are very sexualised. a lot of his arc in part 1 was him realizing this isn't true, as shown in his relationship with power and aki. it would be a nice finishing touch to that arc for him to realize that not only are platonic affective relationships possible and just as important/fulfilling as romantic ones, but how romantic relationships also aren't just limited to women and sex by falling in love with yoshida.

of course all of this is talking from a fandom/fanfic standpoint. these are just the reasons why i personally love the ship and consume content on it, and i'm in no way saying "this is definitely going to be canon!!" lol. i went a bit off the rails here but i'm just obsessed with yoshiden rn.

TL;DR yoshiden FUCKS and would go greatly along denji's arc and the themes in chainsaw man.

EDIT: oh my god i just reread this and i mean fucks as in it's very cool not as in they're fucking each other i'm crying LMAO

EDIT2: seeing the recent chapters all of this is most likely going down the drain but i'm still shipping yoshiden idc

#csm #chainsaw man #yoshiden #meta #csm meta #cloudy musings

[neighboryou]

So someone I use to know, @darkdraygoon, who doesn't really use Tumblr anymore, found this using their laptop. It only appears when they scrolled over that one bobble on the tree.

"I did not know what to do. I think I am correct. Is it Homewarming where you are? Happy Homewarming."

It would seem that in the neighborhood of Home, their Christmas/Yule/holiday of your choice from this time of year is called Homewarming. It's nice of Wally, or whomever. They wished us a "Happy Homewarming" but also mention 'not knowing what to do' and 'thinking they are correct'. It's also interesting to note the fact of using a created holiday for the neighborhood not only lines up with classic children's puppet shows that tried to be inclusive but seems significant in the world itself.

I feel confident in saying that it is Wally (or whomever has been speaking through the scroll-over text) and not the WHRP team as there is no new update on the corresponding page:

The most current post from WHRP is about the, at the time, upcoming Halloween update of the site.

Going all around the website I found more answers to the commands we have been receiving.

I am grouping these three together as they were very basic commands. "Write Hello" to which Wally has now written just that. "Write 'OK'." to which he has rearranged all the banners to do so. And then "Turn The Playfellow Exhibition upside down" to which the title of that page is now just that. But here is the one that has my interest the most. On Sally's page in the neighborhood we were told to "Reverse this image of Sally". But this is her page now.

We are seeing the back of the curtain, the exact thing that was behind her before. To compare:

((edit: due to me having made and posted this at 2 in the morning, I had used the wrong version of Sally's original image. I have now corrected that.))

((edit2: look in the reblogs for my reblog. More theories and discoveries in it.))

#welcome home project #clown illustrations #welcome home website #welcome home wally #welcome home #wh #arg #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #wh wally #partycoffin #christmas #christmas update #website update #theory #welcome home theory #welcome home theories #playfellow workshop #the playfellow exhibition

[rayasland]

You ought to learn how the tags on this website work, the definition of pedophilla, and how to prevent trivialising acts of pedophilla against children. Focus your efforts on real children, instead of bitching about authors aging characters up, ie. Imagining them as fictional adults and not thinking about abusing fictional children.

Your behaviour is not productive, and not benefiting anyone. Advocate for real children being sexually abused, it will be a far better use of your time. + Puritanism is inherently bad and hinders on depriving us of our rights.

ok

[edit] oh mb i didnt actually read it gimme a sec b4 i reply

[edit2] the excessive use of the tags were on purpose, just scroll if u find that annoying or send someone asks whos constantly doing it

im aware of how they work, it was just a way to get peoples attention cuz we all know nobody would see it without them. im also now aware of the fact i may have over done it with the tags, i didn’t register how many i “clogged up”

u couldve moved along instead of wasting UR time writing this

even if its not real its just… weird to do theres nothing more to say

the post wasnt meant to say “pedophillia against real children isnt as important as aging up anime kids and we shouldnt pay attention to them” just seeing how many people agree with me abt whats on that post and if u dont or js dont think its important dont bother interacting please🙏🏾

i do agree w u that we should advocate for real children going through sa which im pretty sure a lot of people are already doing, but i wanted to bring to light how normalised js writing smut for minors(although fictional) is and how justifying it by saying “its a character” or saying “i aged them up” is strange

part of my point is writing smut involving underage anime characters, even if they are "aged up" or fictional, is still inappropriate and can contribute to the normalization of harmful behaviors irl as well as minors objectification because even if they’re “aged up” in your head it doesnt erase the fact you’re fantisizing over a fictional character who is meant to be treated and viewed as a child

also idfk what puritans rlly are only that they’re a different version of catholic which i dont know of either so idk what u mean there

this was written late at night if sum doesnt make sense lmk have a great day

btw im adding tags AGAIN to spite u 💋(referring to all that went in my asks to complain abt it)

thats all im saying for now im going to bed 🫡

#cryyyy abt it #getting people angry #gojo fluff #satosugu x reader #satosugu fluff #gojo x reader #choso x reader #geto x reader #toge x reader #megumi x reader #itadori x reader

[frankencanon]

Why did I choose these characters specifically? Click the read more to find out.

Also, I made an alternate version of this poll without Robin and Nami so more of the other characters can have a chance — link here.

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All of these characters (except for Uta) were taken from the seventh official One Piece popularity poll — which was also the first ever global popularity poll and the first to accept online votes.

Unfortunately, not everyone could be included as there were a total of twenty women in the top one hundred (not even mentioning Uta who wasn't an option then since Film: Red didn't come out until almost two years later).

I tried to go with characters that were recurring or are part of a currently or recently airing arc, such an Wano, the Reverie/Levely, and Whole Cake Island — plus the island we're currently docked on in the manga, which I will not mention by name just in case it's considered a spoiler.

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And before anyone mentions Yamato: irregardless of the debate on Yamato's gender identity, it is canon that he prefers to be referred to as the son of Kaido and grouped together with men rather than women, such as in the case of the bathhouse scene.

Thus I believe it's safe to say that if we could ask Yamato whether or not he'd like to be included in the Women's Poll, he'd most likely say, "No."

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Additional info on individual characters:

※Note: Blue Boxes are safe for Anime-Only fans, but Purple Boxes contain Manga Spoilers. Read at your own risk.

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Edit: My sister may have had a point when she told me I shouldn't include Nami and Robin because they'd totally dominate the votes...

Currently working on OP Ladies' Popularity Poll: Version 2 now, I guess.

Edit2: It is complete:

#one piece #op #poll #polls #anime #I POSTED IT BY ACCIDENT I WASNT DONE DNFJDKKE #boa hancock #uta #nami #nico robin #jewelry bonney #carrot #op carrot #nefeltari vivi #nefertari vivi #perona #vinsmoke reiju #koala #charlotte pudding #kiku #okiku #kikunojo #vivi #cat burglar nami #poison pink #one piece women #opla #op polls #anime polls #anime poll

[mellonyheart]

This is the most self projecting thing I've ever written because guess what my body gave me for Christmas? Yaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy. Fuck my life. I still had to cook Christmas dinner too.

Mammon x Reader, first person pov, sfw, swearing because fuck is my favorite word today, slight angst, probably poorly edited. Edit: forgot to add 'reader is fem bodied. Whoops. Edit2: Actually gender is meaningless here and Reader could just as easily be suffering from menstrual cramps or a chronic disease/condition. So gn? The point is Reader has cramps. It's not specified what kind. Only that they hurt bad enough to not be able to enjoy going out.

Fuck.

This wasn't how I wanted to spend my Christmas.

I was supposed to greet the boys at breakfast. We'd eat and hold back our excitement (some better than others) about the coming festivities. I was going to help with Christmas dinner. I was going to bake a truckload of Christmas cookies! We were going to decorate them together. It was going to be a chaotic blast! It wasn't supposed to end up like this....

Owww....

My body seemed to have other ideas as I was now confined to my room by cramps. It's not fair! As if it wasn't bad enough I can't be in my (real) room but the boys were out spreading Christmas cheer for the rest of Devildom without me. And I was really looking forward to it!

It was hard to fight the tears as I remembered how Solomon left early to help out in my stead. I hope they can keep him away from the kitchen. That would be a disaster. Were the brothers missing me? They were right?

I missed them. I missed the present. I missed being a part of their wild world. I miss Mammon.

And now I really am crying. In no small part from the pain in my belly as much as my heart. My phone was suspiciously quiet too. Were they busy? Did something happen? Crap... you never know in the Devildom. Something is always coming up. I wanted to be a part of it. Why was fate so cruel?

I rolled over, still dwelling on my miserable thoughts. The pain killer was barely working. If I ever find this Nightbringer person (demon? Angel? Whatever...) I'm going to give them an earful. Not that my current situation was their fault but it makes me feel (infinitesimally) better to blame the entity that put me here.

Knock knock

Nope. Don't even think about it Solo. I'm asleep and I'm not eating your "soup".

Knock knock

I'm sleeping. Go away.

I could have sworn I heard a curse on the other side of my door but it was too quiet to make out. Weird. Solomon didn't usually curse.

Bzzt

?

I got a text message.

Hey.

You awake?

It's cool if you're not.

The Great Mammon just thought it'd be a good idea to check in on ya. You should be grateful I'm such a nice guy.

Fuck!

Anyway...

Just thought I'd say Merry Christmas.

"Wait!" I shouted as I threw open my door and there was Mammon halfway down the hall looking back at me with a startled expression.

...Just in time for another cramp. Ow.

"So ya were awake! Hang on... are ya okay?!" Mammon rushed to back to me, likely noticing my distress. He helped me back to bed and as he tried to take a step back I held his sleeve. Such soft fabric... if I wasn't miserable right now I would complement his santa outfit. It was perfectly... him.

"Thanks Mammon. But uh... what are you doing here?" I had to know. Why couldn't I let myself just be happy that he was here?

"Is that any way to greet someone who came all the way here to see ya?! And look at ya... fallin' over and stuff. Wait. Does that make me a hero?"

"Sure. My Christmas hero. Doesn't answer my question though." How is it that he can make me smile so easily? That has to be a super power. Maybe he is a hero.

"Do I really need a reason to see ya?! Gimme a break would ya?!" He huffed. I could guess what he was really doing here. His golden heart was always clear to me.

"I'm glad you came. Thank you. I was actually getting pretty lonely." Honesty was easy with Mammon. Even if he couldn't be honest himself. He was blushing and looking away from me. Damn he was cute.

"Y-yeah... well I figured you'd be lonely without me. I mean... well it just sucks ya got sick on Christmas. It ain't right." And by all things holy and unholy he looked at me like he meant it. He did mean it. Mammon really could be ridiculously sweet. Maybe too sweet because I can feel the tears coming back.

"H-hey! I didn't mean to... I wasn't tryin' to..." Poor Mammon. He was panicking. I really did try to explain that it wasn't that he said something wrong. It was just hormones going a bit overboard. But talking is hard when you're trying not to sob because the demon you love is too sweet for his own good. So I just hugged him. Hard. If he wasn't a demon, probably too hard but how else can I express that I love him so much I want us to meld into one person? I'm emotional. Don't hold it against me.

Mammon tried to calm me down. He hugged me back and kept saying anything he thought would be soothing in his own Mammon way.

"Hey. Ya good?" He asked as I finally calmed. My eyes hurt.

"Yeah. I'm sorry Mammon. This probably wasn't what you had in mind when you came over." My face felt puffy and I could really use a snack and some hydration.

"Don't worry about it. Are ya sure you're okay?" Anyone who says Mammon only cares about himself is an idiot.

"Yes. You're the best Mammon. I really need you to know that." I wiped my face and attempted a normal, definitely not wet, smile.

"Come on... don't get all sweet on me. Oh! I almost forgot!" Mammon suddenly dashed back into the hallway. After a moment he came back with a small festively colored bag and a thermos. "Here. I got this for ya. I uh... wanted to give it to ya before the others got here."

"Hold on... the others?" I asked, bewildered.

"Aw crap... that was supposed to be a surprise! Ya gotta pretend to be surprised when the others call ya down. I was supposed to check how ya were feeling so we can throw ya a party downstairs. Ya know, because you probably don't feel like walkin' to the House of Lamentation or the castle. And then Solomon said you didn't want to teleport so..."

I should have known. I love them. All of them. And they love me. Of course they would try to plan a surprise party so that I didn't feel left out. I feel like the luckiest human of all time. Dumb hormones can't stop me from having a good Christmas.

"Mammon?" I interrupted him from his rambling.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"H-huh?! H-hold on! You haven't even opened your present yet!" Fuck he's cute when he blushes.

"Can I kiss you after I open my present?"

"S-sure, whatever you want! Just open it already!" Mammon pressed the bag in my direction as to put as much distance between it and himself. He looked at me expectantly.

Inside the bag was... cookies. Clearly handmade. They certainly weren't made or decorated by Luke or Barbatos. One was a touch burned.

"You made me cookies?" I asked.

"Tis' the season right? Look! That one is you and that one is me. I threw in a couple Christmasy shapes too. Ya gotta try 'em though!" He looked nervous despite sounding so excited. I bet he brought these privately because his brothers made fun of his amateur baking skills. And he made mini us!

I took a bite of a Christmas tree.

"It's good."

"Yeah?! I mean I tried extra hard to get the shapes right and Luke had to help me with the decoratin' but they look good right?!" He smiled like the first sunrise in Devildom. So I kissed him.

Then as he got flustered and admonished me for the surprise attack I made cookie us kiss too.

Marry Christmas.

#Bonus: the cookies were too sweet and swimming in dried frosting but the taste didn't matter #Kissing Mammon is sweeter anyway #Also the others got impatient and crashed their private party #obey me #obey me nightbringer #mammon supremacy #mammon obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x reader

[agender-witchery]

im dropping this game

PM clearly doesnt know how gacha work. All those early system related blunders made me still believe, but releasing the alt. form of the main girl being obsessed with another guy? Yeah, i have seen where this goes. I wont pay any more money for garbage like this. You better believe me you will get an influx of all the scum of various communities flocking into your fanbase and draw as much cuckold porn of Faust and Sinclair in any version of themselves and Dante watching in the corner.

FGO people unironically tried to warn us that we will get lion'd and it actually happened. Dropped. I am what some would consider a whale (or leviathan depending on your definition) that spend 700 bucks on this game and even if its not much money for me, i actually regret it.

To anyone want to play this game and thought its a safe thing because Dante looks like a self-insert and the voicelines resemble waifu/husband material, dont get baited.

Edit: all i see in the comments are a bunch of white men not having a problem with their girlfriend doing onlyfans. This game is already dead.

Edit2: To anyone making fun of this and calling this bait, let me tell you something. I work at an IT job, i make relatively good money and i have an apartment with a great view. But what i dont have, are many human connections besides my family. I dont like real women either, i never felt attracted to anyone, and no, im not gay. Maybe im asexual or something i dont know and i dont care. But i can connect to ficticious characters, mostly in anime. And i connected with Faust, specifically with her in her room-sitting, little crazy version of her. I really love everything about her.

I waited for this game for more than a year, maybe two. i was always a PM fan. But i also am who i am. And i just felt betrayed by them. Making me believe many things through the 000 voicelines, that its going to be a gacha in that sense. That it is fine to connect to the character and that they will allow it and not hurt you. But they decided its not that kind of gacha game.

And i dont care anymore. But to see how people react to someone who is different than them, has different values than them...i know im not normal but i am not crazy and i do have a heart, just like you do too. But nobody of you showed it here today. I hope that you wont feel what i had to feel these past days, secretly knowing in which direction Fausts release will go and how that made my stomach turn for days. But if you one day do have a situation that resembles mine in real life or wherever, i hope you will remember this idiot from the internet and maybe will understand people like me a little better. Goodbye.

#project moon #limbus company #cackling right now #steam discussion threads are a gold mine #NOT ACTUALLY MY WORDS IM NOT LIKE THIS

[inkstainedchessboard-if]

Did some more work on the test demo! All of the writing has been transferred over. Still has to be edited, though. Next things are to work on stats, stat/info pages, formatting, and aesthetics. We have a long way to go, but we're getting there! ❤️

EDIT: forgot to say, I added in some easter eggs if you try to name yourself after the ROs of any side characters! Vienna's are a lil wonky rn though!

EDIT2: already saw some grammar and simple coding bugs, but nothing game breaking so far *^

#ink stained chessboard #shen talks

[notahungryjoke]

So, If I would be given the task to advise the PR people of the MLSZ (let's be real, do they even have any..? And now, Ágika, the 53 year old who doesn't even know how to use twt DOESNT COUNT) to make the NT more interesting to a worldwide audience I would no shame tell them that the NT needs a good, shipable homoerotic pairing.

No joke. It might even work out in the long run and the ultras start being violently homophobic or something. Ok, maybe not, but still. Is it queerbaiting? Yeah. But people her don't even know what that means under the age of 23. 😭 And those who do, THEY WOULD EAT THAT SHIT UP.

Imagine the angsty fics!!

Anyways, my mind is set on this and don't care if it's problematic or whatever, this country is behind at least 50 years anyways, I'm just staying true to my roots. (And I'm also joking. 👍🏼)

Now, the only question, who would it be?

I have been thinking very hard about this in the last 10 minutes and I'm struggling. Why is it so hard to pick some latent homoerotic pairing from this team?!

I personally see some potential in Roli/Domi, but that's just too obvious, is it not?

Maybe a Domi/Séfi, they are both clearly very marketable, but idk, they are just too best friend like. Friends to lovers perhaps? That could work.

If only Csoboth Kevin was more relevant there could be some great potential for an enemies-to-lovers plotline with Varga! Sigh.

Edit, because @heart-w0rm reminded me that the one and only Balogh Boti exists. What about making it spicy and going with a Milos-Andris- Boti love triangle with a Boti/Andris endgame. 🤔

Edit2, and who's going to be the stereotypical close-minded homophobic villain hater? I'm voting Kalmár, because I don't trust him, he looks shady. SHUT UP, WE CAN HAVE DZSUDZSÁK AND SZIJJÁRTÓ AS THE ANTAGONISTS, WHO WILL GET THE HOMOPHOBIC BULLY TURNED INTO GAY LOVERS TROPE. And Orbán as some kind of Darth Sidious. I LOVE MY LIFE.

[autogyne-redacted]

Ok so I just made a post that references 21 feet as the distance at which you can (sort of, maybe) expect a gun to beat a knife but I wanted to make a post because I think these kinds of figures are sooooooo fake in so many ways.

Like, you can test how fast someone can close distance and stab with a knife vs how fast someone can draw a gun + put a certain number of shots on target in a controlled setting but there's so many variables. How fast is the knife welder running? Is the knife already drawn? Where is the gun carried? (I imagine the 21 feet is from an open hip carry carry but I haven't dug that deep yet).

But in what situation do you actually just have two ppl decide they're going to both try to kill ppl at the same time from that distance? It's so contrived. If we add in perception + reaction time we could get a substantially larger distance for the point at which someone initiating a charge with a knife could stand a side chance against a defender with a gun.

And of course, it's easy to respond to these kinds of numbers by focuses on training a quick draw and lowering your threshold to draw and kill someone. Which is how we get trigger happy cops. (And I don't think being a leftist is gonna make you immune to that effect, tho not trying to detain and arrest ppl will probably mean fewer chances for shit to go badly)

Anyway, shits complicated and ppl really love talking about guns and self defense as if it isn't (probably because they're trying to cling to a sense of assured safety) and safety is a death-logic that we need to completely reject.

**EDIT: forgot to put a link to ppl talking about the 21 ft figure which feels like helpful context*

*EDIT2: I kept meaning to add this but as Sepsissy says in replies the "I touched you with my weapon therefore you're dead" approach taken in simulations like this is also not real life**

[sennqu]

because i can't leave things well enough alone...

if the parallels between Henry and Will hold... lemme get full-on fanfic level speculation for a second:

if the parallel holds, we can also assume that Henry, like Will, is gay. in addition to the pride and god complex and hatred of order and normalcy Henry also has.

if the parallel holds, we can also assume that Henry, like Will, once fell for a boy who was in a straight relationship

like Will, Henry was punished by society for being gay. it's possible that's why his family moved. unlike Will, who turned that hate inward, Henry turned his outward

just some random notes: Henry develops his powers after his move to Hawkins. his dad was a war vet. Hopper was a war vet. as Lonnie is also around Hopper's age, it's possible that Lonnie was also a war vet.

Henry's killing method when he murdered his family is by breaking bones in unnatural poses and basically gouging their eyes out. this may be symbolic of him raging against the straight and normal (the bone breaking) and society's inability to see him and his suffering (gouging the eyes; the dad in Chrissy's hallucination also had similar eyes). he keeps this as a signature

back to the parallel, it's possible that Henry feels a kinship with Will and is the reason why Will survived the UD and might also be the reason Will vanished in the first place

S2 ends with the Mindflayer looming over the Snow Ball location. I know I was joking in the tag of the previous post but let's say it was serious and Henry/the Mind Flayer did sense that Will was in love with Mike and was jealous of El, a person Henry also hates. this further validates Henry's own feelings against society and normalcy and order and etc etc.

S3 has four separate times where Will senses the Mind Flayer after either being in Mike or Mike and El's presence: the cinema, the field, at the destroyed Castle Byers, and in the hospital after Mike and El's talk. This is before the party sees the flesh monster face to face. My memory of this season is pretty shoddy but iirc Will was never targeted by this monster. El was.

Connecting this to another theory of mine (which is hopefully more sensical than what i'm spouting here) where Henry's plan in s4 was to lure Will back to Hawkins...and Will returned heartbroken. Henry and Will's psychic link is open again with both Henry and Will knowing that the other is hurt.

anyway, blah blah blah, as per some theories, Will is the light to Henry's dark etc etc. Will isn't going to turn into a villain because Henry is already the gay Will villain people are expecting. He'd definitely try to get Will to his side though because he thinks he and Will are the same. and maybe also try to kill Mike

tldr: Henry is the part of the fandom that wants Will to become evil and hurt Mike for "hurting" him because he basically is evil gay villain Will.

edit: going back to Henry being rejected by whoever he was in love with and by society, and him being Will's foil/mirror, Will is, by extension, going to have his feelings reciprocated.

edit2: another note from a previous post: S4V1 have been hinting that Vecna and Will are similar. But what about their differences? Vecna had a sister (probably younger than him actually older than him with an age gap like Jonathan and Will's! thanks to @ravenclaw-wand for the new info! ) and Will has an older brother. The roles of their parents are switched too. Henry's mom/Will's dad thought something "was wrong" with their son, while Henry's dad/Joyce were the ones that "saved" them. Victor by taking the fall; Joyce by *gestures to S1 and S2*. They have other differences too of course but this one stand out as a mirror of their experiences.

#ku blarghs #strangely blogging #uh #byler #?????? maybe ?? #bizarre love triangle redux

[beauleifu]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

This might not grace the date, but I'm writing this half an hour before midnight but to celebrate I got a little treat for you guys, hope you enjoy!

edit: aight i missed the deadline but HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN

Consider this a make-up for not being able to update Heartstrings, I promise the next chapter will be worth it, but I'm just a tad busy at the moment to properly render it public <3

(we putting those onesies to good use here lmao)

EDIT2: this may have been a future scene in Heartstrings however this was mainly just for halloween, its just a side story but can be taken as whatevr you like

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: It's Halloween baby, and you're lucky Syntax decided to play nice and let you dress him up. You're probably the only person he'd ever allow to expose him in that way, so you'd better not fuck this up. Unfortunately, you decide to be a brat.

CW: Language, light suggestive themes

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It's getting late.

You wait by the car with bated breath, eyes scanning for your partner and wishing he'd just materialize there. Unfortunately, Syntax is taking his precious time with the costume you'd picked out.

He's doing this on purpose.

You saw his smug smile before he vanished into the bathroom, caught the way his eyes flicked shamelessly over your figure.

Yes, he doesn't approve of your costume choice, but he certainly sees no problem in having you wear it. The green triceratops onesie is large and baggy, hardly complimenting your body but proving itself worthy in other areas - such as with pockets and a large, cute hood.

Ah, there he is.

Your eyes snap up as the spider demon strides outside, having been staring at the ground, lost in your thoughts.

With a careless eye roll, you wave him over. "Took you long enough."

"Apologies, but I had a difficult time getting past the ridiculousness of your fashion choice, darling," Syntax hums, giving himself a cool once-over before looking up at you. "What is it?"

You cock a brow, all mirth and no pity. "No need to apologize, Dino Boy. It's cute that you feel the need to, though."

"Are we on a tight schedule?" He deadpans.

Well, yes and no.

You are free to trick-or-treat anytime, but people normally close shop after 10 p.m..

Your glare shifts sideways, a fateful indicator of the half-truth in Syntax's statement. His smile merely grows fondly as he watches you start the engine and kick the car into gear. He loves getting on your nerves and reminding you exactly how much he adores the way you try and fail to comeback him. However, there's that infuriating bratty side to you that, although is no match for his wit, never fails to irritate him. It renders his thoughts utterly hazy, and perhaps that's the beauty of it.

You don't need smart comebacks. Your attitude gets you anything you want, and he knows you know it.

"Won't you drive?" Syntax says, gesturing to the open road.

You're staring at him, making goosebumps rise on his arms. But you see no problem in admiring how he looks, smiling wryly. "Sure. No harm in etching you permanently in my memory, though."

He grits his teeth. "Darling, we'll be late."

"You think we have to be on time for Halloween? Ha, maybe the costume does suit you. Dinosaurs have pea-brains, too."

"(Y/N)-"

"Aaaand we're off!" You say, tapping tunelessly on the steering wheel as you edge the gas pedal so suddenly it urges Syntax to grip the arm rest tightly. He sucks in a heated breath, sharp eyes going to glare at the smug smile painting your pretty little face.

Oh, he'll get you for this.

For forcing him into a humiliating outfit for an equally pointless event. For being a brat and making him look like a fool.

However, he's content to bite his tongue and sit back. He'll watch you drive silently, not just to admire your figure or to keep from distracting you, but to allow a plan to evolve. Revenge tastes sweetest on unsuspecting victims, after all.

You, on the other hand, are blissfully unaware of your partner's conniving.

Honestly, you're happy Syntax is doing this with you.

The two of you are heading to the most festive neighborhood in the city. They tend to leave the streets decoration-free until a few days before Halloween, though, to get the biggest reaction out of onlookers and trick-or-treaters. And boy, do they play their cards right. You've seen old posts on social media regarding Halloweens of the past, and a large portion is centered around the neighborhood you're driving to.

Syntax has no clue.

He, assuming he hasn't spoiled it for himself by scouring the internet, will be utterly blown away by the sheer creativity and raw horror of every house's decorations. He doesn't know about the screaming ghouls, the dolls that jump out at you, and the fog that gives scarers the perfect weapon; surprise. Sure, there are a few houses that host little to no decorations, but the ones that do are a marvel.

You spare a glance at your partner. He notices instantly.

"Looking sharp, dino dude."

Green eyes slide down his frame, weeding out the parts he doesn't like. "I look hideous. Onlookers will wonder if I've gone crazy. Are we there yet?"

"Heh, you must be really stressed," you tease, wearing a shit-eating grin. "This is the only day of the year where wearing crazy outfits is normal. Don't you know that? No one will think you're crazy unless you act like . . ." You give him a once over, unimpressed; "yourself."

Oh, he does not like your tone of voice. Amusement, directed at him? You might as well be burning his pride at the stake.

"I'm not stressed, I-"

"Also, yes, it's just around the corner," you interrupt, eyes glittering.

Syntax's breath hitches. He rewards you with a filthy glare, tempted to advance his unspoken warning by bringing out the spider enhancements. Unfortunately, the costume prevents that course of action, curse you and your rotten intuition. He sighs darkly. "That's the second time you found it convenient to interrupt me."

"Oh, is it really?" You feign shock, eyes big and apologetic. It royally pisses him off. "I'm really sorry." Your smile returns, and you drop the act while murmuring; "Wasn't much to interrupt, anyways."

"Hm? Care to repeat that?" Syntax says, forcing calm. You will not best him, not tonight.

Not even in that adorable onesie. Green. His.

You simply shrug, voice calm and innocent. Brat. "Nothing."

He contents himself with the citizens beyond the tinted car window. Eyes half-lidded, he observes their outfits, the silly costumes they'd chosen for this useless holiday. He could be doing something much more productive right now, like being nestled in the comfort of his workspace back home. You'd make him a cup of tea of coffee, settle in the padded chair he'd permanently borrowed from the furniture store. You'd fall asleep to the mechanical sounds of him tinkering, and after the long hours are up, Syntax would wrap you in a blanket and carry you to bed.

You were always quiet, exhaustion rendering you obedient. Syntax smiles to himself, hand going to grip his chin to conceal his amusement. Yes, you behaved when you were tired.

Perhaps he'll get the same result by running you ragged on this little event.

Approaching the outer edge of the neighborhood, you park the car and shut it off. With one last outfit inspection, you and Syntax hop out and meet at the front of the car.

For once, Syntax isn't looking at you.

He's momentarily distracted with the sights before him. You find yourself entranced at his obvious wonder, admiring the way his eyebrows jump up, lips parting slightly. "So? Was it as dull as you expected, or . . ?"

"Not dull, no. I wasn't expecting this."

"And you said Halloween is a silly holiday for childish shenanigans."

He catches the mockery in your tone as you step in front of him, expression challenging as you rest your weight on the balls of your heels. A mere eyebrow lift is your only reward. "I rest my case."

Syntax doesn't mind your heated glance, returns it even as you both begin walking the sidewalk.

Your hands are stuffed into your pockets (you'd also stuck your tongue out at him). "Don't you worry. I'll have you writhing in the grip of regret by the end of this."

"No need to talk about yourself so highly, darling," he quips.

Ah. Syntax feels before he sees you move. On your tip toes, you urge him to halt with a simple prod of your pointer finger against his sternum, hidden under a low-hanging tree. Bringing your mouth to his ear, you allow your tone to drop. "I know you don't hate the costume, Syntax."

The spider demon stiffens before he can stop himself, and he wishes he'd pulled the hood up to spear (Y/N) from this opportunity. "My outfit is awful. Of course I'd hate it," he grits out, focusing on a certain crack in the ground.

You hum musingly. "Wasn't talking about your costume."

Syntax's eyes flick wide in realization, at how you've clearly one-upped him. Seamlessly.

Before he can reply, you kiss his ear and exit his personal space bubble, your presence a mere ghost against his body. Of course, Syntax flushes deeply, fighting to suppress his pride. You're getting to be quicker on your feet. Now, you're all bright eyes and grabbing his hang, pulling him closer to his fate.

It takes a great deal of effort for Syntax to unclench his jaw.

He takes a deep whiff of cool air, blows it out steadily, and tries not to think about how small your hand is, clasped in his own.

Your first stop is a lovely house swathed in spider webs and tombstones. Feet stick up from the lawn, webbed corpses hang like cold symbols of doom along the house walls. But at the end is a shiny orange bowl in the lap of a stuffed scarecrow.

You fight a mischievous smile, nudging Syntax forward.

"Go on. Grab some candy."

The spider demon spares a glance over his shoulder, eyeing the families wandering the sidewalk. "Shouldn't we leave the cavities for the little ones?"

Harsh much?

You give him a harder shove, and he stumbles towards the lonely scarecrow sitting in the chair. "Nah, you'd much rather satisfy your sweet tooth."

Syntax frowns deeply, glad his expression is concealed from you, as you are indeed correct.

Grudgingly, he selects two candies and retreats.

"Happy?"

The grin you've been fighting this whole time promptly emerges, setting your face and cheeks aglow. "Oh, totally. I never knew snickers were your thing. Maybe you should eat one before we continue; you're not you when you're hungry."

Your little jibe makes Syntax want to smart-mouth you to death, want to spring his spider limbs into action and suspend you over the town.

But that would only be another win for you.

Adorable little brat.

Nose upturned, Syntax walks straight past you - but not before grabbing the back of your hood and yanking it roughly over your head. It renders you helpless and blind, and your hands shoot up to fend him off as you yelp impudently. The spider demon chuckles in obvious amusement, his gait now a pleasant stroll now that he's had his fun.

"Come now, (Y/N), I thought you were excited for this," he hums, watching you struggle to lift the hood. "Or do you give up?"

Your bright eyes spear him indignantly. "Fuck you."

"I'll take that as a no."

The next house presents the both of you with a whole different theme, this one stuffy with fog. You both curiously eye the garage doors, painted red with bloody handprints. An equally crimson trail leads to the bowl of candy positioned by the front door, almost hidden from view. Ominous figures guard the treasure, identities concealed with dark rags and cloaks. You're unable to deter whether or not they're real people, or just figures bought from the store.

Nonetheless, you're eager to let Syntax go first again.

"There you go, dino dude. There might not be much left, and I can always get some at another station," you say, feigning politeness. Your warm smile seals the deal.

Oh, oblivious, pretty little Syntax, unaware that his next course of actions will set his pride aflame.

The spider demon flashes you a cocky look, eyebrows raised at your display of kindness. To allow him first dibs, to forfeit what precious few cards you hold in this game you two are playing? He'll never let you live this down.

"You're too kind," he purrs in wicked amusement, striding confidently forward. The hooded figures remain motionless. "Don't worry, you won't regret-"

A shrill scream fills the air.

Syntax jumps back, eyes wide and arms raising to block the attackers. "Ohfuck-"

In the process of doing so, he drops the pillowcase - practically empty, but for future candy storing. One of the figures is responsible for Syntax's sudden movements, having rushed him at the last second, at the precise moment he let down his guard to fish out his choice candies. They were the ones who shrieked, and it even sent chills down your spine.

But a laugh bubbles in your throat, then a cackle, then you snort with amusement. "HA! Nice one, guys!"

Syntax straightens, wide eyes darting from you to the three figures who are suddenly moving, high-fiving each other and laughing among themselves. Breath somewhat uneven, he collects your pillowcase and tries to regain his composure.

Fuck.

That scared him. Or, well, surprised him. Damnit, he should've sensed something was off the moment you'd dropped the sass to let him go first.

He glares when you rush past him to get a high-five for yourself (not before giving him a shit-eating grin). Then, you grab some candy and part those devious lips of yours. "That was fire, guys. He totally deserved that, been acting like an asshole this entire time. He didn't even want to go out! Just wanted to stay home and tinker away . . . so thank you."

One of them laughs. "Damn, you put up with that?"

"I have to. He'd die without me," you say, slowly peeking over your shoulder to give Syntax the haughtiest, most self-satisfied smirk you've ever pulled off. It's almost impressive how badly you want to get under his skin.

After a few short rounds of useless small talk, you finally wish the hooded figures good luck and proceed down the driveway, chuckling to yourself. The spider demon spares no effort to give the scarers the filthiest look he can muster, but he's not sure they even noticed. He's already been reduced to a helpless hobo due to your incorrect recount of events. So a swift turn of the heel and he's catching up to you, heart still off-beat.

You are so. Fucking. Irritating.

At the next house, he casually grabs your arm. "Why don't you go first this time."

You don't miss a beat. "What, you scared, dino baby?"

"No. But I think you deserve a little fright this time around, don't you?" He fires back, cocking a challenging brow.

An amused hum. "We'll see."

Syntax watches you approach the trick-or-treat stand; a quaint blow-up attraction with skeletons and pumpkins lining the walkway. Arms crossing over his chest, he drums his fingers impatiently, eyes spearing the back of your neck. God, he wants you close to minimize the risk of getting lost, but the way your acting has him wanting to be as far from you as possible.

But he's supposed to be investing all his efforts into exhausting you tonight. To render you helpless and kind once again. His sweet, little angel.

Eyes widening, he watches as you retrieve some sweets.

No jumpscare.

No loud, voracious noises.

You return to his side (right where you belong), clean and free from panic or fear. Syntax merely stares down at you in surprise.

His obvious frustration and indignation has you smirking devilishly. With a light snicker, you grab his collar and tug him down to eye level, winking. "Nice try, dino baby. But the universe loves me."

With that, you reach behind him, snatch his hood, and tug it up and over his face.

Payback is a bitch.

Syntax stiffens at your movements, but his face is hidden by the triceratops hood. His face is hot as you raise a hand to cup his cheek. Your smile softens fondly, as you trace his jawline and duck to peek under the edge of the hood. "You okay under there? Thinking about giving up? 'Cause if the universe is on my side tonight, you're totally screwed. In the ass. Royally."

The spider demon contemplates your words, eyes on the floor. He doesn't pull away from your touch. "Perhaps . . . you may be right."

"See? Wasn't that hard now, was it-"

He suddenly lifts his head, green eyes flashing under the hood.

You stay quite still as he straightens slightly - just to have a fair amount of height over you - and looms over your smaller, fluffier figure.

"That may be so," he says, pausing to let the shameless wrath of his words sink in. "But the universe won't be able to protect you from the consequences of your actions. Tonight, in your bedroom. Royally," he finishes darkly.

Swallowing air, you offer a cheeky smile.

God, it's so fucking hard to combat him when he's like this. It has you sheepishly rubbing your arm.

"Maybe that's not a bad thing," you try, wanting to kiss him to stop his heated taunts. That should shut him up, as it's worked before whenever Syntax has the high ground.

However, a kiss is not what saves you, it's the citizens.

Syntax seems to realize them approaching and finally tears his eyes from your face to look around. Tonight shall be your night. He will discard any notion to combat your behavior and instead indulge in your silly antics. To secretly coax you into feeling safe and secure (it's more fun to surprise you than have you suspiciously awaiting his actions). Funny, how fast his itinerary shifts focus. But his own words have lit a spark, put a spotlight on an idea that will certainly have you back to your kind, caring self by the end of tonight.

So with a new plan etched in his mind, he bears down on you a warm smile that fills you with confusion.

"I believe we have houses to visit, my love."

You stare. "Huh? But what-"

All right, he'll bite. He's not even trying and you've suddenly lost the sass he's been brooding about all evening. "Worry not. You look darling in that costume and I would like for everyone to see that."

Syntax doesn't finish that sentence. He doesn't need to. You're his.

Perhaps having twin costumes shall reaffirm that. Curse you and your unintentionally brilliant ideas.

You offer a small smile. "Well, I'm glad you've come to your senses, spider dude."

He's the one to take your hand. "As am I."

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk syntax #syntax x reader #fluff #tw suggestive #romance #no angst here we only do fluff #they're in love #tall vs short #halloween special #oneshot #lmk oneshot #guys it's 2am this was fueled by music #TOTALLY kid friendly music #y/n is a brat #syntax is losing his patience

[hillerska-official]

What we know so far about YR2

And what we can guess at. If I’ve left anything out please let me know!

The wall: In May, a Netflix ad got put up in Stockholm. For one day, it just said “spoiler alert,” and it caught attention cause Edvin posted a picture with it. Then they added underneath that “Vi ses i kväll” (”see you tonight” in English). So we all sat around and got our hopes up, but then nothing happened so the general conclusion became that it actually was just a Netflix ad. Now it’s actually been updated though, and revealed the release of YR2 (November!!!). Anyways, since it turned out that the wall WAS a yr wall, “vi ses i kväll” might be worth returning to as something regarding s2.

(EDIT- NEW INFO!!!!) It will be released November 1st! The first 4 minutes of the season are available now, here!

Promo stills: The stills that came out on Thursday are the biggest thing we have, you can see them yourself here, but in terms of revealing info there isn’t a ton that’s obvious. Felice curly hair arc confirmed and we love that for her, and we see expected interactions (Sara and August story continues, Sara and the manor house girls hang out, Simon and Wille have various interactions + presumably repair their relationship enough to at least be around each other and friendly. Very friendly (see rowing picture), and Wille spends some time with his parents).

New character: There is a new actor on the show, you may have seen him referred to as ‘Lars’ but his name is actually reportedly Marcus. He is played by Tommy Wättring. We don’t know who this character is but a going theory is that he’ll have some connection to Alexander, in part due to casting criteria. See @levok talk about him in detail here, but for the love of god leave them alone about the love triangle business lmao. (edit5 new info) According to this tweet, his parents rent the stables at Hillerska.

There was also a casting call for a scene at a pizza place, which is a new addition since last season, possibly something in town. (edit from @piebingo) There was another call for people with cameras, possibly for a scene with paparazzi. (edit2 from @missmeganlee) "There was also a casting call for a older woman who can work with horses I believe"

(edit6-new info) This season will be darker than season one, and Wille is in a very bad place.

BTS: There have been a couple of behind the scenes pictures and videos shared by various crew members:

 This video, which confirms (given the scene makes the cut): the return of the football field, at night, with SNOW!!!! (yay snow!)

 This video, which doesn’t really confirm anything in particular, but is very cute and I think will be a good scene. It’s location tag is the place they use for Hillerska.

This picture, which was quickly deleted + said to be nothing (lol), but it’s clear from their clothes and the set that it was actually for the same scene as one of the stills we got, as the linked post shows. One thing to note about this is that Edvin and Omar are the only actors on the set in this photo, while the still shows a full classroom, so this seems like it may be a significant Wilmon scene, needing detailed direction, or maybe one that starts/ends without others around.

(edit3 from anon) This video which shows some type of costume/theme party. I haven't seen anyone able to really parse what exactly is going on here :/

(edit4 from @melodrqmas) A picture of Edvin and Malte shooting at something (clay pigeons).

(edit from @heartbreakprincewille) this picture which indicates that Sara will probably be moving into manor house, and that the school may be celebrating its anniversary. And this one, which doesnt look like a setting we've seen before, if I remember correctly.

(edit - new info) this picture of a Wilmon hug!!!!! They appear to be wearing their uniforms and are in a hallway at school.

This note about the coloring/lighting. It doesn’t have a great deal of detail to be discerned, but you can find my post analyzing it in (probably too much) depth here.

Again please let me know if I’ve forgotten/missed anything and I will add it with (edit# and your url), as well as if there are any ppl/posts I should credit or link here! Also, thank you to @piebingo for sending me the stuff that I wasn’t able to track down myself!

#young royals #yr2 #yr2 spoilers #yr2 prediction

[sweeet-hearttt]

Tak mi przykro.

Hej, po długim czasie znowu to wracam. Ciągle obiecuję sobie, że wyrwę się z tej społeczności, ale nie potrafię, ciągle tu wracam..chcę tutaj sobie poprostu pisać jak mi minął dzień i poprostu moje myśli. Jestem pewna, że sprawi to, że będę się czuła lepiej i może komuś pomogę/zmotywuję...w ostatnim czasie jest u mnie coraz gorzej nie tylko chodzi o to, że obsesyjne myśli i zaburzenia odżywiania powracają..jeszcze tak z góry to nigdy nie byłam zdiagnozowana. Może i nie mam anoreksji a tym bardziej bulimii, jest to coś nieokreślonego z czym sobie już nie radzę. Byłam pewna, że moje zaburzenia odżywiania chociaż w 50% mi już nie towarzyszą. Poznałam społeczność motylków w marcu 2023 czyli w tym roku. Od tamtego czasu jakoś do sierpnia były regularne głodówki, kontrolowanie i ograniczanie się, obsesyjne liczenie kalorii..wiadomo.. myślałam że to powoli znikło, ale ostatnio pogorszyły mi się relacje z mamą. Zawsze po kłótni z nią czuję się tak okropnie..mam ogromne wyrzuty sumienia i muszę je rozladować np. samookaleczeniem :/ Ostatnio w szkole był bilans: waga, wzrost, słuch, wzrok i coś tam takiego jak co roku prawie..jeszcze kilka miesięcy temu wyglądałam jak żywa śmierć..tęsknię za tym..byłam najchudsza dziewczyna w klasie.. przytyłam od tego czasu 6 kg..gdy się dowiedziałam że przede mną są dziewczyny, które ważą mnie niż ja a wpierdalaja to co chcą to coś we mnie pękło..co miałam na myśli że tak w 50% może się wyleczyłam - zawsze już od bardzo małego dziecka miałam z tyłu głowy taki lęk - ja poprostu nie chciałam być gruba.. nigdy nie miałam nadwagi, ale przedtem byłam trochę grubszym dzieckiem. Zawsze martwiłam się szczególnie o to ile jem cukru..strasznie boje się cukru...ciągle jem go bardzoooo dużo a później mam wyrzuty sumienia...boje się cukrzycy, która w mojej rodzinie jest prawdopodobnie genetyczna :/ także moje zaburzenia odżywiania wzięły się z mojego panicznego leku przed wymiotowaniem. Nawet nie będę się rozpisywać jak tego się boję i na jakie skomplikowane sposoby staram się by tylko nie zachorować. Oprócz tego wszytskiego mam MASĘEEE innych zaburzeń i problemów :( nie jestem pewna czy wszytsko czym chciałam się podzielić tutaj napisałam. Najwyżej kiedyś coś dodam żebyście bardziej mnie poznali (?) Jest z mną coraz gorzej... Ale przecież jestem tylko małą, łatwą do zmanipulowania dziewczynką :)))

Przecież mam tylko 13 lat :)

Edit1:

Bardzo dziękuję wszystkim co przeczytali całość :*

Wiem, z czym to wszytsko się wiąże..nie chcę sobie znowu psuć zdrowia ja już sama nie wiem, jestem tak zniszczona, mam już dość

Edit2:

Jak myślę sobie o tym jak ludzie by mnie traktowali gdybym znowu była taka malutka i chudziutka...te wszytskie komplementy typu "zaraz wiatr cię porwie" "jedz więcej bo znikniesz" "ty coś w ogóle jesz?" *oplatanie palców wokół nadgarstka* jak ludzie by się na mnie patrzeli...nie wiem mam już tak bardzo dość

#motylki any #bede motylkiem #chce byc lekka #chce byc lekka jak motylek #kocham ane #rawr :3 #rawr xd #im going to kms #kys #az do kosci #mental health #mental illness #mental health matters

[aita-blorbos]

aita for letting my closest friend choose to sacrifice themself?

i know the title sounds bad. i tried to stop them. but i'm also the person that put them in that situation.

a little background: ten years ago, my twin sister, J, and her best friend, D, found a ghost in the woods. they showed me and our six other friends, and being dumb kids at the time (all of us were 8 then, 18 now) we agreed that we'd only play with the ghost if we were all there.

the very last time we did, the ghost killed my sister, and we all stopped hanging out together.

recently, the ghost woke back up and started hurting people to try and regain our friendship and get us to play with it again.

while trying to figure out how to get the ghost to leave us alone, i realized that it wasn't the same ghost from when we were kids, but my sister. and, well, it's my sister, i'd do anything to help her. she said that the only way for her to be free was if one of us replaced her.

i tricked all of my friends to going into the same ruins J died in, and we were all forced to play the same game that killed her.

when it was down to me and D, D told me that they would take her spot. i think they still felt guilt over what happened when we were kids. i tried to stop them, to take her place like a good brother should, but they wouldn't listen to me and now they're dead too.

edit: i left for a while, but im back in our hometown. ive found them. im trying to help them remember their life- their humanity- so something like this doesn't happen again

edit2: i don't know if they'll be able to understand it so i'll say it here: i love them. i think i've been in love with them for a while.

edit3: I know how to bring them back. I need to bring them back.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #child death