#i hate all my stuff and my ideas rn but this has been spinning around in my head for a few days now

[wonderinc-sonic]

Growing in the Greenhouse on Ao3

5.1k, Gen/Gen/ No Archive Warnings

E-123 Omega & Gemerl

Comfort, Healing, Anxiety, OCD

Continuation of Cyber Virus AU, follows a few months after Muscle Memory. This AU is a future in which all the mechanical characters had to get new bodies based on Ultimate Life Form research when Eggman sent them Trojan updates to reclaim their bodies. Omega has covered a lot of ground in his recovery since being reborn; he does his best to lend that learning to Gemerl.

Please Note: I am not usually a 'Don't Tag as Ship' kinda guy. But you may like to know: in this setting they are mobian hybrids, and although they are different species they share about 40% of their DNA. So, ah, it's not ship content.

Omega flicked his head as bees buzzed around his ears; he briskly marched through their merry field with a large rucksack and arms full of more bags. The insects on the rapeseed bumped him softly, raising the hairs on his arm - he'd finally retired his uniform of full-cover boiler suits for a trip to the growing regions, and his sleeveless shirt left his well-trained muscles on show; especially the newly shaved patch bearing a tattooed Ω on his bicep. And he needed those muscles to pull his cart of food and supplies; who needed a draft horse, when you were the greatest Ox to walk the land?

Burrow Borough was, unlike most previously populated areas, busier than it had been before the cybervirus: both the relatively low machine density before the attack, and the increased need for hands-on farming had led several small cottages to be built around the Rabbit's house and area, but had kept their distance from Vanilla's homestead. Omega smiled faintly at the sign on the door: Cream had made it as a child for her mother, but hadn't been old enough to know her as anything but 'mum', and Vanilla liked it so much it still read 'Cream's Mum's House' to this day, and had been varnished against weathering. He pulled the bell cord, and swished his tail with it as it swung, chiming through the house.

Cream answered the door, wiping her hands on a cloth as she bowed to him.

"Hello Mr Omega, it is so wonderful to see you so well!" She said loudly, and someone else in the house must have heard as they began moving about at his name. Cream was wearing her mother's gardening overalls, rolled once at the ankles, and a lacy shirt. She still looked little to Omega, who stood taller than most Mobians and some humans, but had been assured she would be much different than he last saw her:

"'You have grown.'" He quoted Rouge. Cream beamed, fluffing her ears; the one thing Omega was confident were bigger, because they seemed to never stop.

"Thank you! Will you come in?"

"Affirmative. I bring supplies."

Vanilla rolled into the kitchen and bowed her head. They had widened it as far as it would go for her chair, but she still had to hobble out on a stick to sit by the table for the mandatory tea. Omega didn't care for it, but he sat on best behaviour as Cream tidied around them. She was sending Omega with almost as much back as he'd given them, exchanging the grains, milk and wool he'd brought for fresh vegetables and oil for the northern settlements. Vanilla gratefully perused the Newspaper, holding it carefully away from the food and drink. Omega had been helping move supplies since the hospital was finished, and they always brought newspapers for every town, at least two. They reclaimed as many as they could to recycle and bleach to reprint, but there were a few who were hoarding their connection to the world. He could see how she poured over it as most people did, making notes on her own saved notebooks, and looking for any names she knew.

"It is good news for these weeks. Central City is all but evacuated. The human settlement in Holoska has been contacted - it was an avalanche, not an attack." He pointed, and she smiled sadly.

"How fortunate. Have you heard- I don't suppose it's important enough to print, but… anything at all from the Chaotix?"

Omega's nostrils flared, and he swallowed unsweetened tea.

"Their investigation is presumed still underway."

"Of course. Sorry to trouble you."

"We will send word if we know more."

Vanilla nodded, her eyes back on the paper, until she carefully pushed it away.

"How rude of me, apologies. How are you?"

Cream put milk into the teas with a smile as she finished loading the coolbox, and smiled over her own cup in satisfaction.

"Well. Tails has new researchers making strides in clockwork. Angel Island weathered the last siege, destroying several fleets. Rouge has returned to our home."

"Wonderful- and she's recovering?" Cream asked. Omega's eye twitched.

"She has returned home."

Vanilla nodded, but Cream remained sunshine-happy as she asked after all their friends. Omega recognised in her that twitching kiasu she tried to shake away. He had hoped to find Vanilla more independent than she was, onto crutches at least - it would have made his request a lot easier.

"And that's the grand plan? Clockwork plane, fly in the lightning storm to take advantage of the downed electrics, and we all target the leader of the fleet?" She breathed, then winced; "They storm the ship, I mean. You all."

"… It would be greatly beneficial to have more volunteers with their own means of flight." He said simply. Cream smiled, pained, but shook her head.

"I would like to help you ever-so-much, but I cannot leave Mother, and I cannot leave Gemerl." She put her hand on Vanilla's, who shook her head and spoke quietly to her.

"I am capable of caring for Gemerl."

"Then who would care for you?" Cream hissed back. Vanilla tutted her tongue quietly.

"It would not be long."

"Unless it was." Cream said softly, glancing at Omega. He had learned his Mobian social graces from Shadow, meaning he didn't have any: he stared right at them as they tried to have a quiet conversation, and nodded as he helpfully pulled the tail of the Elephant in the room.

"It will not be safe. We will be armed with fists against machine guns. The height of the fight will be enough to kill anyone who falls. Even Cream."

The table fell dead quiet as the Rabbits looked at their palms. Vanilla covered her face disguised as a cough.

"Exactly." Cream said plainly; "And there would be nobody to care for mother. Sorry, Omega, sir."

"Perhaps we can consider this over some time, Cream: I'm surely not the only reason you wouldn't take such an action," Vanilla whispered over her tea, her cheeks flushing and nose twitching.

"I did not presume you would volunteer. I am not offended."

Vanilla swallowed hard, placed her trembling cup down, and nodded. Cream was glaring at Omega, and he cocked his head to ask why.

"Thank you for your visit, Mr Omega, but we won't keep you from your duties." She said sharply. Omega thought for a moment.

"Your request for my departure is acknowledged, but rejected: I came also to speak with Gemerl."

Vanilla sniffed and stared hard at the window. Cream stood from her side to open the door for Omega to their garden.

"You'll find him in his greenhouse, but you'll not always find him in good spirits. Please knock when you'd like to come back through the house."

She stared daggers at him as he crossed their herb garden to the large greenhouse, stepping carefully on the stones to leave the clover intact.

In the greenhouse, Omega found a beautiful array of saplings, organised in clay pots with chips of wood scored with their names. It was a large space, and hot within, but not so large he could miss the rabbit hunched over the blueberry bush he was propagating, or the sleeping bag rolled up on the floor. As the door clattered, he reached for a gold headband, hurriedly, but stopped his hand as he glanced in the copper watering can and saw the Bull.

"… greetings, Gemerl."

Gemerl turned to face him. The new and short hairs around his eyes and muzzle were dark, creating black lines that were interrupted by the customary red lines around the outer rim that mirrored Omega. But the rest of his fur had lightened significantly to a deep golden, striped with coppers from his brow, down his ears, and over his arms. The headpiece in his hand was a delicate gold band with three points and a gem at the front - Omega recognised it to be the one piece of his old body he could keep, because it was a functionless decoration that could be removed. Someone had placed it on a ring of metal for him, but for whatever reason he didn't wear it, and moved it under a cloth as he saw Omega staring.

"Hello. You must be Omega." He said plainly, his eye on his shoulder. Omega frowned, Gemerl did not: he was months younger to this than Omega, so his face twitched oddly, nose wriggling against his control.

"Your memory serves you poorly. We have met in this form. You had not long awoken."

"I remember very little from that time. They had made an anaesthetics: I am told I have you to thank for that."

"Theory is likely: I caused problems." Omega chuckled slightly. Learning to laugh had been unnatural, but he liked to show off this progress, and especially in front of Gemerl. Shadow had reported the trouble they'd had with him, which was why they'd sent Omega in the first place:

"You might give him hope." Rouge had hummed, trimming the fur around his short horns so they could keep growing without the tangles.

"He will not look to me as a success in this journey." He had muttered, and she had biffed him with the comb. She was standing, now, with a jewel-encrusted cane, but her broken wing had been removed. They would be trialling the new prosthetic one, but it was unlikely their plan could wait for her proficiency, which pained the team but especially Omega: he half hoped there might be another crisis after Eggman, so that he could see her flying in action one day, back to her full majesty, but he kept that to himself.

Omega was quietly confident he was right: Gemerl didn't look comforted by or happy to see him. When silence extended between them, he turned back to his seedlings. He was measuring size, counting buds, and passing a magnifying glass over them to check their pristine leaves. When he'd finished one plant, he turned to the next, with the same obsessive and feverish fingers.

"You are growing food? Do you… like food?" Omega tried. Gemerl glanced at him.

"My family are wonderful cooks. Yes, I have found food can be joyful. I do not like a lot of it."

"I will have to try your food. I do not like mine."

"You are welcome to it."

"I am not. I have offended them."

Gemerl's ears arched and his face twitched involuntarily, but his fists shook. Omega raised his hands.

"It was accidental. I will apologise."

"You will."

Silence descended again, and Gemerl tried to take the graduated string he measured with but his fingers were still shaking. Omega's chest panged with the familiarity.

"Would you like assistance?"

"No. It is delicate. You are not."

"I have learned to be."

Gemerl made a strange noise in his throat; "You have changed, then." He muttered, then thought to himself, staring at a flower.

"Of course I have," Omega said softly, showing how gently he could laugh now. He watched over Gemerl's shoulder as he worked tentatively, and held his hand out for the string. Gemerl begrudgingly placed the string in his hand and wrote down the measurements.

Life was so quiet with the machines gone: they could hear goats and birds outside, and the soft clatter of the breeze. They didn't click, whirr or beep like they used to; they breathed the humid air in soft puffs, their feet made quiet steps, and their mouths clicked and swallowed from time to time. Omega had learned to find it normal - not pleasant, but normal, but could tell his presence was raising hairs on Gemerl, letting his mind race.

"What is the function of these metrics?" He began. Gemerl sighed in relief and moved them on to the next one.

"These seeds were entrusted to us by Silver, they were all that remained of his garden after The Restoration fell. When he stayed, he could not tend them - his powers were too explosive. I am watching them until he can take propagation and grow again."

"Good. What will we do when we have measured them?"

"Measure again."

Omega glared at him. He continued to add to his notes.

"Plants do not grow this fast. Constant vigilance will not aid their progress. This is unnecessary."

Gemerl flicked his head, flexing his neck.

"You are invited to leave."

"This is not 'healthy' Gemerl." Omega stopped, lowering the string from the leaf he measured. He tentatively took Gemerl's shoulder, pulling him back from the plants.

Gemerl looked blankly up at Omega. His red eyes kept twitching like there was something over Omega's shoulder, and he jerked his neck.

"This is a safe activity I can partake in without bringing harm to anyone."

"I understand."

"You do not."

"I do." Omega barked, ready to release Gemerl too hard from his grip, but he flinched and put his hands on Omega's to stop him from throwing him.

"Do not be rough in the greenhouse."

"Warning noted, gratitude extended. I am very familiar with the fear you are expressing."

He slowly released Gemerl's shoulder, letting him watch the hand move all the way back to behind his back. Gemerl shook his head.

"When I returned from the hospital, I found our home had been ransacked. Vanilla did not return for weeks later. Cream never told me who had been the perpetrator, but I knew when I saw the fear with which she looked at me." Gemerl stepped away from the plants as he spoke, standing at a distance from everything, and looking at his soft mobian paws; "I have these eye-creations. My eyes make things happen that are not, but I see how they would. I see myself hurting them as I did then."

"It is imagination. From the act of creating images. Did you have this process before?"

"If I chose to use it."

"Biological beings do this when they think."

"I do not want to think of hurting them!" He barked, thumping his foot; "It is good my weapon body is gone! We were monstrous!"

Omega bristled all over, and his tail threatened to swish into the stands of pots. He gripped it in his hand and wrung it out.

"Proposing that we walk - it is confined and warm in here."

Gemerl's eyes flicked to everything - he jumped at the breeze, the bees and the knocking of his own knees. Omega wondered if he looked as 'Animal' as Gemerl when he was learning to be a person: he had never seen a rabbit seem more rabbit.

"Agoraphobia is less common than Claustrophobia at present." He remarked coolly. Gemerl blinked at the birds cawing, ears bent.

"I query how that data would be collected now."

"Learning Machine has always been too clever." He snorted; "I heard from a doctor when they designed the hospital; Claustrophobia caused by being encased in buildings controlled by machines."

"Anecdotal to us. But believable. Why do you share this would-be-fact?"

"You are scared of the outside. I was cruel to suggest it."

"I am not scared. I am receiving imaginations of what might go wrong."

"And you receive them less in the greenhouse?"

"There is less to go wrong. No people. Just plants. The roof might collapse, but I have learned to ignore that."

Omega snorted again, and bumped him softly. This gesture of friendship spooked Gemerl as well, and he gripped himself in.

"You could not hurt me in a meaningful way."

"An unbidden imagination indicates otherwise."

"Then try: I have found myself stronger than we planned."

Gemerl's fists were close to his body as he eyed Omega suspiciously.

"How much?"

"Enough to kill Rouge, had it not been for Shadow. On accident. I was In Pain. You were deactivated, I presume you were not told."

Gemerl sucked air in through his nose and glared at Omega.

"You should not have come to my family's home. You must leave."

"Is that how strong you Imagine you are?"

"You will leave." He stated plainly, stopped on the path, knees slightly bent and paws in fists. Omega raised one brow.

"Back through the house-"

"No! Off the property! Through the river! Over the fence - nowhere near them!" He barked, and when Omega didn't move, he shoved him backwards, standing between Omega and the view of the distant cottage. Omega toppled in surprise as he was hit with pressure like being run over by a speeding car. He sat up, blinking in shock, then shoved him back.

All of Gemerl's fur fuzzed in fear, but he predicted the grapple and pushed his whole strength into Omega's arms in response. Omega grunted in shock as he almost matched him, before Omega's weight and months-better-balance overpowered him, and Gemerl slipped on his paws and went down.

Before his back could hit the dry dirt he skittered out, running back towards the house faster than Omega could process and was braced in front of the house again.

"Processing…" Omega muttered to himself; "Do you have reference for the power you just exerted?"

"Leave the house!"

Omega looked him up and down, then turned on his heel. Gemerl stalked behind him, fists formed as he walked towards the back of the homestead; two large draft horses chewed grass anxiously as he climbed the fence.

"You will not disturb Butter and Scotch!" Gemerl shouted behind him. Omega swished his tail and smirked.

"They will not be disturbed by me."

He patted one on the rump as he passed, then lifted it over his head with one hand on its chest. Whichever horse this was was disturbed, quite profoundly, and the other evaded his hand when he tried to finish his trick, so he cut his losses and placed it down, and they both ran to the other side of their paddock. Omega squatted slightly and leapt over twice his height to land back on the path ten paces from Gemerl, who had crouched entirely to the ground, his ears pinned back and out straight.

"Inferred: you were unaware of the strength you output. Safe demonstration was needed."

"Omega… is still monstrous."

"This unit is as monstrous as ever." He chuffed loudly, rolling his shoulders, but considered that might be the wrong thing to say; "All is under control now. I no longer feel monstrous like you."

"You assume incorrectly how I feel."

"Unlikely. I have felt the same as you."

"Were that true, you would understand that staying away from others is the best course of action."

"I understand that logic. I know it is faulty."

Gemerl looked at his paws and peeked at Omega over them.

"If I am as strong as you say, I should never set foot in the home."

"And so you sleep in a house of glass?"

Omega approached him slowly so he couldn't dart.

"If I am too far, I cannot protect them or see an attacker. If I am too near, I cannot protect them from myself."

"A constant state of fear will put you at risk of adrenalin spike. I have been taught that avoiding all risks will increase the fear. You must challenge yourself now, or rot in a glass house."

Omega had closed the gap between them, and tried not to loom too high over the rabbit. He breathed fast and hard, squinting at Omega suspiciously, but given time rose up to stand to his full height.

"No."

"No? Error in logic?"

"No, refusal. I will not increase risks."

"Gemerl sounds like me. I thought you were a learning machine - learn from me."

"I was a learning machine. I am unsure what I am now."

"You were built to evolve into what you needed to be once. You have the same capacity now."

Omega awkwardly clapped a hand on his shoulder, and left it there as Gemerl went through the familiar panic at contact.

"Your rabbits miss you."

"… You should leave. You may go through the house."

They walked the meadow again in silence. Gemerl still jumped at everything, but tried to cover it better this time. Omega kicked a pebble in frustration: he knew it had been helpless. He was not equipped to inspire or comfort anyone.

The pebble sped too fast, bounced from a rock with a sound like a bullet and cracked into a cherry tree opposite. It rippled and rustled, and Gemerl dove for something in the air before it could drop; he leapt, his ears flailing, to catch a nest of eggs as they dropped from the branches.

Gemerl's chest heaved as he cupped the bundle in his bare paws, and the world around rustled quietly again. Omega blinked, eyes resting on his ears. Large ears. Really, they were large ears. Smaller than Creams, but stronger for the DNA they'd taken from the Ultimate Life Form.

"Oh- thank you Gemerl!" Someone called from the house. Gemerl tensed all over as Cream hurried from the cottage, not waiting to put on her shoes but kicking off her slippers. She flew to them, and took the nest from Gemerl's hands before he could react; he puffed up in panic. Omega smiled ruefully at the memory, and kept his space from Gemerl while he calmed.

"How did you know to catch it? This is a magpie nest, they'll be so grateful!" She beamed, flapping up the tree to nestle it in a safe place and secure it. Gemerl stood beneath her, hands poised to catch.

"I had an Imagination. I could not ignore this one."

"That's lucky! You're very clever Gemerl!"

"Indeed he is. I did not know you had the potential to fly." Omega remarked sharply. Cream beamed, staying in the air with her toes grazing the grass as she nodded to Gemerl.

"I am certain he could! If you can take off from the ground, you can surely fly!"

Gemerl swallowed, nose twitching. As they naturally drifted towards the house, Gemerl's ears joined his nose, and he cricked his neck again.

"Do you eat dinner outside too, Gemerl?" He asked sharply. Cream winced.

"Gemerl prefers I leave his dinner at the greenhouse. It is so good you went out to walk today!"

Omega fixed him with a glance; "I did not know you had made an exception for me. Effort acknowledged."

"I considered your suggestion:" Gemerl offered quietly; "Monitoring the plants does not make them grow any more."

Cream smiled to Omega, dropping back on the step to finish putting her big boots on.

"Since you're walking, and mama is reading the paper - Would you like a tour, Omega? I have baked."

Gemerl walked a pace behind Omega and Cream. She did him proud; she was brave, she showed him where the scar on her hip was and how it was healing from her marrow donation to Gemerl, and how she wrangled and detangled the fighting goats. She asked important questions about the relative efforts to restore and save people, and all of Rouge's latest plans - more questions she wrote in a letter to give to him. Omega walked more slowly than usual, hands behind his back, and nodded thoughtfully, but he could tell he wasn't really listening as carefully as he should. It irked Gemerl greatly that he didn't value the sharp young woman she was becoming. He missed her company so much, but there was still greenhouse glass keeping her distant from him in his mind. Omega claimed to understand him, but how could he feel this real, tangible danger like coursing electricity through a live wire? He stood tall and calm, lumbered easily and naturally - Gemerl had never been so certain that something was very, very wrong with how he was made.

Until he tuned in to the birds as they squawked loudly when Cream through seed for them, and he watched how he twisted his wrists and maintained an even foot between them, leaning back and keeping his hands away as she naturally swayed in her stride. He did it with ease, but it was caution nonetheless as he helped Cream pull the odd weed from their squashes and used just two fingers to tease the plants. Plants, just plants - nothing too risky here. Gemerl bent down with them, and delicately and carefully dug the roots out of the earth.

Cream scampered back while they enjoyed their afternoon tea from her basket to make sure her mother didn't need anything. Omega sighed, letting tension from his shoulders.

"She is a good girl."

"She is." Gemerl nodded; "She will not leave her mother's side."

"I didn't ask?"

"I interpreted from your discussion of this plan. She will not go, although she would like to."

Omega nodded, munching the soft dough curiously, then licking sugar from his bared hand.

"Would you enlist?"

"... I have not practised combat in this form."

"You have the capacity to fly."

"A Rabbit family skill that takes years to learn. Vanilla will recover before I am as proficient as Cream."

"You have excellent instincts."

"I cannot tell them from the fears."

Omega nodded; "When you learn, if we have not tried, send us word."

"If I learn."

"When. You are the learning machine, as I am the killing machine."

"Who said this? An unfair assessment."

"... you."

"... Apologies offered."

"Not accepted. It was true. It may still be."

"From all that we know now, it is not."

Gemerl tentatively took a beignet, and tore it with his soft paws to small, unchokeable pieces.

"As a machine, this unit had one fear."

"An Eggman robot should have had none."

"It developed one." Omega growled, cracking his neck. Gemerl stared at him, and tried to imitate a Vanilla-esque Compassionate face.

"What fear?"

"The fear... of success. Success on its mission. Logical conclusion of E-123 Omega's mission was decommissioning. There should have been no issue with that. This unit feared that. Illogical."

If Omega slipped up with just one thing, Gemerl noticed, it was his own pronouns. The last time Omega and Gemerl had seen each other as machines, Omega had no trouble with this. He supposed that Omega, like Gemerl, was now adjusting to having a human brain filtering his thoughts, instead of a rigid translator. It didn't matter, but he thought it through as he chewed.

"That is logical. You developed identity spontaneously, and based on one condition. E-series robots are indeed demolished in instances of fault or losing purpose. You highlighted a danger based on fundamental principles, even if there was no physical threat posed."

Omega shook his head, but smiled slightly. Gemerl felt assured this was something he liked to hear, though he denied it.

"This unit supposed that if it outlasted Eggman, it would be in great distress without a purpose. It made plans to come to you."

"To destroy another Eggman Robot?"

"To seek counsel. To learn how to evolve."

Gemerl's ears flicked.

"I am a disappointment of a counsel. Counter proposal to hypothetical plan: Shadow is a more appropriate counsel."

"Incorrect, but defend point."

"According to memory - which is no longer infallible, N-B - Shadow is an artificially designed creature left with one residual instruction, that he eventually resisted. He searched, reassessed, and redefined his directive."

Omega scratched the hairs on his neck as he thought.

"You are a thinking machine. Similarity was not identified."

"I am now just a thinking rabbit. Compliment rejected."

"You have undermined my next statement, clever Rabbit."

"Make it regardless."

Omega laughed harshly. Gemerl's chest twinged with the temptation to try it with him, but when he'd practised laughter it was too weird on him, so he twitched his neck and shook it out.

"I aimed to provide you counsel. I have not achieved this. I would try again if you ever felt it could help." He grunted, slumping back on his arms like a real person, while Gemerl sectioned dessert into tiny pieces like a machine. He considered his words and the sugar on his fingers, but his ears pinged him that Cream would return soon.

"If I were to train in new combat skills, it could only be with you."

"You estimate Cream's prowess below mine?"

"To raise a fist against Cream cannot be countenanced!"

"It was a joke."

"... learn your audience."

Omega laughed again, and clapped the powder off his hand, placing the glove back on to shake Gemerl's."

"I'll bring you violence with your next delivery of rice. But wear some clothes."

"Training! Clothing is not necessary in polite company for male-identified mobians. They provide handles for the fighter."

"Rebuttal: fur and skin are odd textures to me. I will be wearing them, so you cannot have an advantage in combat over me."

Gemerl looked at his paw in surprise, and took in Omega's highly covered body.

"That is... the simplest thing I have liked; the soft fur. You don't? How odd."

"We are beasts now, we do not make complete sense."

"Upon reflection, we never did."

Omega left, running with his cart to catch up with the day he'd lost, before dinner. Cream had made stew, and Gemerl could smell it from the garden with his greenhouse door open.

When Omega had first arrived, he had been enveloped with visions of the glass around him shattered by a stone somehow, but now that fear had passed, and the stone had been kicked elsewhere. But the sanctity of the greenhouse had been compromised somehow; it no longer felt like his destined domain, and he would not grow in here so easily as the plants. He turned to the door, but looked back once to the headpiece of his old self Cream had made him; a crown, she described it, and so he couldn't bear to wear it, despite the work she'd put in to tailor it. He lifted it again - it wasn't heavy, but the imitation stone did weigh it forward. To sit on his head, he had to pull his ears through and commit to wearing it. But it was a special occasion.

Gemerl closed the greenhouse door behind him as Cream was serving dinner, and knocked on the back door. His nose kept twitching, itching his cheeks with his own whiskers, but he stood firm, heart pounding. He thought of Omega, twisting his cuffs, and tried that too as a fiddle for calming.

"Hello Gemerl, is everything okay?" Vanilla asked from the other side of the door as she hobbled on her stick.

"Ma- I got it! Sit down-"

"Your hands are full, dear-"

"It is open." Gemerl called, his voice cracking; "May I come in?"

He heard scuffling and a chair scraping, and Cream yanked the door open.

"Gemerl - this is your home! Please never ask again!" She beamed, plopping his slippers on the doorstep as she tugged him in.

#random writing drop lol #i hate all my stuff and my ideas rn but this has been spinning around in my head for a few days now #and its niche af so i dont fear many people reading it #e-123 Omega #gemerl #gemerl the gizoid #wonderincs #writincs #sonic fanfic #ao3 #cybervirus au #e123 omega #omega

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RYUGA AND GINGA ROLESWAP

Ryuga

Bey is now Storm L-Drago

All except the facebolt is swapped with Storm Pegasus so his new special move is called Draco Meteor I guess lmao

I swear someone on twitter mentioned that but I can’t find the reply

He’s like the metal fury version with a bit of metal fusion mixed in

He’s always bickering with Kyoya lol

“Pay your fucking repair tabs.”

“Later.”

OK SOO LORE STUFF

Umm so basically Dark Nebula is now the Nebula Organization

Their mission is to protect the forbidden bey, Lightning Pegasus, and prevent it from getting in the wrong hands

Unfortunately Hagane Ryusei, who now has Doji’s role, has other plans <3

He and Ginga steals the bey

Doji, who allegedly dies in this event, tells Ryuga he needs defeat Ginga and get it back

Ryuga is more pissed that the guy he lost to shit talked him than the fact that his GUARDIAN is DYING

So he’s like “You don’t even need to tell me!!”

And Doji is like ugh of course. And he launches Storm L-Drago to him before dying

And so his adventure begins!!

Before metal fusion, he didn’t really understand the point of having close allies(he means friends but he refuses to use that word) and didn’t bother to make any

And so over the course of the fusion and masters he learns to open up more and let people into his life

I like to think that after the defeat of Ginga, everyones celebrating and hes like damn.. This is nice. And he has a sincere little smile

And then Kyoya and Madoka are like “OH MY GOD???? HE’S FUCKING SMILING???? GUYS ARE WE SURE THE DARK POWER IS GONE….. ARE WE SURE IT DIDN’T SOMEHOW TRANSFER TO HIM??!@$@#$&@^#*&@!#@^??”

Hagane Ginga

I still feel a little iffy about his outfit colors but this’ll do for now…

Yes, I like Kid Icarus

And Fire Emblem

Anyways

So yeah his bey is Lightning Pegasus, this universe’s forbidden left-spinning bey

Ginga now is like metal fusion Ryuga, just louder and energetic

Post metal fusion he’s still a loud asshole but hey no more dark power

Like I said earlier, he stands on his toes at all times so his feet look like horse legs

Bro his calves are RIPPED

I didn’t think about that part until after I drew him tho so you can’t really tell lol

I don’t feel like adding that detail rn… 

He is also very particular about his wing scarf

If you get them dirty he WILL kill you

I think that when he was a kid he was lonely and didn’t have friends

So similar to the song kirai kirai jigahidai (https://youtu.be/0c9958OoTL8?si=OlwGSQeuU6NBRjhB), he uses being strong at beyblading to try to get friends

But oh no he’s strong and being an ass about it so he doesn’t make friends

He makes up for it by being loud on top of that so everyone’s attention is on him

He wants to keep getting super stronger! So Ryusei (Sorry Ryusei) manipulates him to use him as a tool to harness the dark power

Post metal fusion, he regrets what he’s done

Still an asshole

But anyways, like the song again, he forgets his own self outside of beyblading

So he’s like fuck. People hate me for being an ass, how am I gonna make connections when I don’t have any other personality trait?

So then he’s going places just chilling and fucking around in hopes to find himself again

And then ta dahh he dies in metal fury and says to Ryuga like “Do you think we’d have been friends in a different universe?”

Corny but whatever you get the idea

Initially I wasn’t planning on having him die, but also omfg figuring out his outfit colors took away 10 years of my life so this is what he gets…

#metal fight beyblade #hagane ginga #gingka hagane #ginga hagane #ryuga #role swap au

[alpacaparkaseok]

Walk Away

inspired by the song “Hold On Me” by Ella Henderson. Listen to it while you read if you’d like to cry with me.

He scares me when he gets that look. 

I’ve realized that it doesn’t necessarily happen at a certain time of day or location. I’m not sure what it is that triggers it, but every so often I’ll turn and see Jimin looking at me with this look that terrifies me.

He looks at me like I’m his whole world.

This time it happens as I’m sitting on my bed, looking out over the mess of boxes and clothes that have yet to be packed. He comes to stand at the doorway, about to ask how I’m feeling about moving back home tomorrow but he stops in his tracks. 

When I catch him staring, he doesn’t stop. In fact, the longer I think about it and all the past experiences with it, I’m starting to think that maybe he doesn’t even know about it. 

“How’s it coming?” He asks quietly, his typically chipper self muted in the face of me moving halfway across the world. 

“I don’t remember having this much stuff when I first moved here.”

He laughs lightly, the sound reminding me of twinkling stars as he tiptoes around the mess to sit beside me. “I don’t think you did.”

The familiar dip in the bed beside me has me clenching my jaw, fighting against the onslaught of sweet memories where we would sit just like this: perched on the edge of my bed, talking late into the night until exhaustion or Sejin calling Jimin to remind him that he had to get up early the next morning pulled him away. 

“This is exhausting,” I sigh, flopping back against the bed. Jimin watches me fall, a smile gracing his features before it’s wiped clean. 

“Yeah, you’ve been packing all day-”

“I don’t mean physically,” I interrupt him, staring up at the ceiling. “Emotionally.”

It’s silent, and I prop myself up on my elbows to see Jimin staring at me with that same expression as before. Glancing at my boarding pass that’s sitting on the bedside table, I throw caution to the wind. 

“What’s that about?” I ask.

Jimin blinks at me, the soft look in his eyes never faltering. “What?”

“That...look.”

His eyes widen a bit. “What look? What are you talking about?”

Giving him a mischievous grin, I sit back up and adjust to sit cross-legged beside him. “You know what I'm talking about. You always get this look at the most random moments.”

“They’re not random!”

“Aha!” I shout. “So you do know what I’m talking about.”

Jimin groans, his face flushed as he gets up. “Why are you bringing this up now?”

I frown, wanting him to sit back down but he remains standing before me. “Why shouldn’t I? Is now a bad time for you?” I tease, making him roll his eyes. 

“Yes, it is.” He responds sharply, running a hand through his hair and sighing.

That wasn’t what I was expecting. 

“...ok, am I missing something here?” I ask, growing annoyed. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I almost finished packing up the dishes, I’ll just go finish then get out of your hair.”

Before I can say anything else Jimin sweeps out of the room, leaving me with my mouth gaping. We’ve never argued, we rarely even get annoyed with each other. So why now?

“Today sucks,” I mumble to myself, falling back against my bed and staring up at the ceiling. The sounds of Jimin packing in the kitchen are all I can hear, but I find no comfort in them. Not when I know that something isn’t right between us. 

Groaning a little as I get up off the bed, I’m nearly out the door when I hear a crash. 

“Jimin?” I call out, running into the hallway and hearing him mumble out a string of curses. 

Entering the kitchen I see Jimin with a broom already in hand, crouching down and sweeping up the remains of one of my mugs. He hears me enter, looking at me over his shoulder.

His eyes are red-rimmed as he sniffles. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean- I wasn’t paying attention and it just slipped-”

“It’s ok,” I reassure him, going to step closer to him but jumping back as he holds his hand up.

“Wait! Let me sweep the whole floor first.”

Going back to stand in the hallway, I’m absolutely bewildered as he makes sure to sweep every inch of the floor before throwing the fragments into the garbage.

“What’s going on, Jiminie?”

He stands with his back to me, refusing to turn around as he clings to the broom handle. “Nothing,” he whispers, his voice thick with what I can only assume are unshed tears. 

I feel a sharp pang knowing that he’s struggling so much, and I tiptoe over to him before he can order me back out into the hallway. 

He stiffens as I come up behind him and wrap my arms around his middle, resting my cheek against his back. I don’t even realize that I’m holding my breath until I feel him sigh.

Jimin drops one hand to rest on my clasped ones, his head dropping. “I’m sorry.”

Squeezing him a little tighter, I move to rest my forehead between his shoulder blades. “It’s ok.” I pause. “Will you please tell me what’s going on with you today? You’ve been distant all day.”

He tenses again. “I...” Resting the broom against the counter, he spins around to face me. His lips form a pout as he looks down at me with the same look as before, stronger than ever. “Don’t leave.”

I frown up at him, matching his pout. “I can’t stay-”

“Yes, you can. Hear me out,” he adds before I can interrupt him. “I’ve been looking at apartments for you, I found one that I think you’d love! It’s only a couple of blocks down from me, isn’t that great?”

“You live in a gated community! Any place near there are probably more expensive than my year’s wages!”

“I’ll help you! I know the guy that owns them, it’s really cool. He flips apartments! Y’know, kind of like flipping houses, but apartment style! And there’s this one that has this cute yellow door and I convinced him to hold it for me-”

“Jimin, I can’t stay.”

“You’re not listening to me. You can. I’ll help you. I know you hate that, but just swallow your pride for once and stay. Don’t- don’t go.”

If he looks at me like that for another second, I think I’ll fall apart right here in his arms. His eyes are wide, like he’s afraid to miss a single breath I take, shining with some sort of adoration I didn’t realize I deserved. 

I certainly won’t after this.

Closing my eyes against the knowledge of what I have to do, I press my face up against his chest. His arms immediately encircle me, holding me tight as he breathes in deeply. 

“Jiminie,” I mumble against his sweatshirt. “I can’t.”

What Jimin will never understand is that he was never mine to have. The idea that I could actually have Park Jimin has never crossed my mind. Especially not after he gave me tickets to his most recent concert. 

Seeing all those people absolutely mesmerized by him...it was a sort of revelation for me. They cried for him, professed their undying love, and just watched him. 

It was when I realized that they watched him with the same love that I felt that I knew that Jimin was not meant to be mine. 

How could I steal him away?

For now, I cling to him as much as he clings to me, all the unspoken words between the two of us crashing down until I have to come up for air. 

When I look back up at him, I see that something has changed in his eyes. 

“You’re leaving.”

It’s not a question, but I answer him nonetheless. “I have to.”

He shakes his head. “No, you want to. This is your choice.”

Heart cracking until it splits, I shake my head, biting back the tears. “No, Jiminie. I have to. Y-you don’t understand, I-”

“I understand enough,” he bites out, hesitating for a moment longer before removing his arms from me. I instantly feel the chill of his absence. “And don’t call me that.”

He begins to walk away, and I stand there like a fool as I watch him. Heart bleeding and my body numb, I watch as Jimin walks toward the door. 

“I finished packing up everything in the kitchen,” he mutters, not even bothering to look at me. “If you need any more help, I’ll send the boys over.”

“Jimin-”

He turns around, one hand on the door. “It really is a beautiful apartment, you know. It has that view you always talked about wanting, and a perfect spot to set your plants. And I talked to the neighbors, too. They’re a retired couple.”

My breathing is broken now as I blindly step toward him, hating the look that once made me so nervous. Hating that this is my reality, and I’m too afraid to change it. Too far gone now, looking at the way he’s gazing at me like I might still change my mind. Like I’m going to stop him from leaving.

“I want to come back,” I choke out. “I want to come back, even if I can’t stay. Please don’t leave like this.”

Jimin gives me a small, brokenhearted smile. “I’m not the one that’s leaving.” Opening up the door, Jimin looks back at me one more time as though expecting me to shout after him, telling him that I’ve changed my mind. 

I can’t, though. Not as I remember the girl that sat beside me at the concert, telling me about how Jimin had saved her life. How she loved him just the way he was right now, how she felt like they shared a special bond. 

It’s her words that echo through my mind as the door softly closes.

“I just feel like I know him, you know? He’s everything to me. And he’ll never know that, but I guess I’ll just keep cheering him on from afar. That’s all I can do. But I love him. And I’ll love him forever, I think.”

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This was...depressing lol. But I’m working on a Jimin series rn and I’m just so soft for him. Anyway, does this deserve a part 2? What do you guys think?

part 2!

#jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #jimin oneshot #bts oneshot #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts sad #jimin imagine #Jungkook fluff #jimin fluff #bts fluff #bts angst #taehyung fluff #jhope fluff #Yoongi fluff #suga fluff #jin fluff #namjoon fluff #bts ot7 #bts ot7 reaction #bts reactions

[xnchxntmxnt]

𝐼 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑋 𝐺𝑁!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

So we spin the wheel of HQ misfortune (yes, I actually have an app with all the characters I feel comfortable writing rn and spin it when I’m out of ideas) (yes it works this is how you guys get your content) and I decided Y’know what. I’m gonna make my friend happy so I made @sugasfanfics a wheel and bam it landed on Bokuto so here you go bro love u hope you like this

This is half self-indulgent half for u Em lol sorry

Remember not only are your problems valid but the way you deal with them is, too (as long as it’s not hurting yourself or anyone else, please don’t do that—). Even if it’s a fictional boy you love, remember that someone always cares about you. I promise.

Kinda half edited lol bad grammar & spelling mistakes.

CW//light swearing

Word Count: 876

Reader Info: GN!Reader, fukurodani third year student

Ao3 link

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You’d been on edge the entire day. Who knew how it started, you just felt like hell the whole day and everything got on your nerves. Whether it was kids in class or the volleyball that collided with your shoulder while you were trying to do homework, everything seemed to want to set you off today. 

“Dammit,” you curse under your breath, rubbing your shoulder. You hit the ball back to one of the boys, who gladly picked it up with a quick “sorry!” and ran back on the court. 

You were at Bokuto’s practice—the two of you were supposed to hang out afterward, but really, you were ready to go home and sleep for several hours. You felt bad canceling, though, so just tried to keep your cool long enough to get through the rest of your evening. 

Soon enough, they broke for water and Bokuto came running over to you with a smile on his face. “(Y/N), baby, did you see that AWESOME spike? Didn't I look cool? Akaashi said I look cool!”

“I just said it was good, Bokuto.” Akaashi walked past, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Eh, same difference.” He shrugged. “Did ya see it, (Y/N)?”

 “Yeah, it was great, Bokuto.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his proud drop to a pout. You could have sworn his hair started drooping too. Rarely did you ever call him by his full name—when you did, it usually meant you were mad at him for something. 

He sat down next to you, his lower lip sticking out like a child’s. “Baby, did I...do something?” he asked, running his hand through his hair. 

“You’re fine,” you sigh. “It’s just...been a long day, alright? Not your fault.”

He nodded solemnly, offering his hand for yours. When you gave it to him, he kissed each of your knuckles, “let me make it up to you when we get to my place, okay? Parents aren’t home tonight, we can cuddle and watch a movie, yeah?”

“Alright,” you reply as he kissed your hand again. “Quit worrying about me and go be my big, strong Ace of Fukurodani, hm?”

Bokuto grinned and nodded. He took a sip of water before running back onto the court, leaving you alone with your thoughts again. 

The walk home was less enthusiastic than usual, almost like Bokuto didn’t know what to say. You let him talk as much as he wanted, but he stayed quiet for the most part, watching you intently as you walked. 

The two of you walked into his house and took off your shoes. Bokuto offered some food, but you declined, your irritation from earlier sinking into melancholia. 

“Alright, what’s wrong?” he asked, setting his school bag down. You opened your mouth to protest—he had homework to do—but he interrupted. “Homework can wait. I’m worried about you, sweetheart. Wanna talk?”

He held your shoulders, checking your face for any sign of what was wrong. He was still more droopy than normal—not his usual excited, eccentric self—and you could tell by his worried expression. 

“There isn’t much to say,” you sigh, putting your hand over one of his. “Just...long day, I guess. Burnt out.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“I wouldn’t complain about one.”

He pulled you in close, dropping his arms to wrap around your waist. You laid your forehead on his shoulder, content to stay like that for a long time. 

Just as you’d gotten comfy, he started moving, inching you backward until your legs hit the edge of his mattress. He pulled away long enough to crawl in and drag you with him. You laid your head on his chest, feeling his thumb draw shapes into your side. 

“What’s really on your mind, love?” he asked, kissing the top of your head. “I get worried when you don’t talk to me. So please do.”

“There’s not even anything specifically right now, I just...I feel like hell. For no reason. I didn’t wanna tell you because I didn’t want you worrying—“

You stopped as he tilted his head up towards you. The look he gave you made you freeze, unsure what else to say. He traced your features, smiling in encouragement. “I am always going to worry about you. That’s my job. I’m your forever-caring, amazing, loving boyfriend and I’m always going to care for you. I want you to talk to me when you feel like hell, even if it’s because you want to scream into oblivion for a while. If that’s the case, I’ll scream with you. Alright?”

“Alright,” you mumble, burying your face in his chest again. “I’ll keep it in mind. Do you want to just...I dunno, lay here? Just for now?”

“I would want nothing more.”

He kissed your head again, the small circles he drew on your arm soothing your cluttered mind. You knew you needed to talk one day—even if it was just the recent stuff without getting into in-depth character analysis of yourself—but for the time being, you knew you had someone there to help you face whatever demons you needed to. Because he always would be. 

Your precious, forever-caring, amazing, loving boyfriend, Bokuto Kotaro.

Alright you guys are welcome to scroll through this part just a little rant/apology from me

My brain has not been doing so hot lately so I can’t guarantee a constant posting schedule. I tried posting like 1-2 times a week but this is the first full thing I’ve written in several weeks and I’m sorry about that. It’s like 1:30 am when I’m writing this so this is probably gonna be jumbled up a lot but just. 

Brain hates me and I hate brain rn and it says I have No Motivation to do Anything. Only reason I got this out was bc of @sugasfanfics which she doesn’t even know I wrote this till I post it lol

Also this was supposed to be for her but like I said it kinda turned into I’m depressed and need comfort so. Yeah. Bokuto. 

I hope you guys enjoyed & I’m sorry about not writing as much as I should be. Thank you for bearing with me and for all the reblogs I can’t tell you how happy they make me. 

Sending love to you all <3

~𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟

#bokuto kotaro #bokuto #akaashi #akaashi keiji #bokuto x reader #bokuto x gn reader #I decided to write this at 1 am rather than sleeping #fml #anyway i hope its good #i hope im not forgetting tags lol #hurt/comfort #angst #angsty fluff #bittersweet #hes a good boyfriend okay #i love this man a lot #//ᴏʀɪɢɴᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ #//ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

[tfw-no-tennis]

beast warhrerhbjgdsf

ok so at the end of the beast wars opening when they go ‘BEAST WARS’ the end sounds all garbled so its like ‘BEAST WARGHISHUDFBJKSFNS’ its really funny

so we’ve watched more beast wars!! woohoo

we've watched thru ep 21 now wrow

I continue to really like this show despite the cgi continuing to be painful

I like the characters and plots a lot...it feels pretty episodic rn but there's a throughline of character development and dynamic establishment that keeps things fresh

plus, new characters!! blackarachnia returned offscreen right after she left I guess, so she's here now...I like how she like immediately has her own agenda and isn't loyal to megatron (or tarantulas, who had a hand in her creation) 

and tigatron!! what a cool dude I love him. he’s so chill, and I like that he’s into nature and stuff, that's awesome. he is super epic and I feel like he’s saved the maximals sooo many times lmao. for some reason I feel like he’s eventually gonna be like ‘no I'm gonna go be one with nature sorry guys bye’ and leave the cast - specifically if we move the setting to space/cybtertron later in the show I feel like he’d stay on earth. that's just my hunch tho idk 

and airazor!!! she is super cool, I like her design a lot. cool bord lady...the maximals definitely needed someone who could fly other than optimus (which, why can he fly, he’s a GORILLA). and airazor is dope, I hope she sticks around

also the pods are a great way to introduce new characters and create conflict - all the eps w/the pods have had great tension, and I like that the good guys don't always win (like when the predacons got a pod to make blackarachnia, and later inferno)

ah yes inferno, that was a fun one - I liked how he was more ant-like and that translated into him trying to protect the pod, calling it ‘the colony.’ he’s so massive for some reason which is kinda funny. also ruth and I both hate that he flies around with his spinning ant ass. cursed 

also ruth implored me to include the fact that we’ve been calling scorponok a beta cuck bc he’s just such a loser hbvjakhdsfnaks

on that note its sooo funny to me that literally all of the predacons aren't really loyal to megatron, w/the exception of scorponok, who isn't very useful anyways. like, we start the show off with dinobot defecting like IMMEDIATELY and all the other predacons are trying to take over or undermine megatrons authority constantly. he doesn't seem to care that much tho which is funny. I feel like they spread out the megatron-starscream dynamic from g1 throughout like all the predacons lmao 

also megatron is so funnyyyyyy I love him lmao. he’s so dramatic, he’s like a theater kid but more advanced - like a classically Shakespearian play actor. 

and I find it funny that megatron like, barely ever leaves the base?? he just kinda chills out there and sends his underlings to do stuff, which they’re almost never successful at accomplishing. I feel like megatron has participated in like 3 fights this whole time and almost never actively participates in the plot, unless the plot is taking place at the predacon base. I wonder if he’s busy plotting or something...

also ruth and I both noticed that the characterizations kinda changed around a little from the beginning, like rattrap being less mutinous, optimus being more understanding, etc; which tbh seems to be a bigger Thing in 90s/2000s cartoons (that is, the whole ‘not having the main cast’s characterizations nailed down at the beginning of the show’ thing)

ok what else has happened...I find it super funny that there's been TWO episodes where megatron tries to reprogram a maximal in some way to give the predacons an advantage, and both times it backfired spectacularly. like, didn't he learn from the first time!? 

the starscreams ghost ep was WILD omg. also I saw that that ep was up next and I was like ‘oh we should watch the g1 s3 ep where starscream is a ghost bc there might be important context we’ll need’ and ruth was like ok fine and then we watched it AND IT WAS SO BAD. MY GOD

like, we watched a fair amount of g1 before starting beast wars, and I’ve watched a couple s3 eps (which, I know s3 isn't as well regarded as the pre-movie stuff, but I guess I must have watched some of the better eps bc they weren't like THIS), so i knew this ep probably wouldn't be very good...but we were NOT prepared for the level of badness we were presented with vbahdjkfhbahsjkdf

I mean maybe we were missing in-show context, but also we just had no idea what was going on the entire time basically. the entire episode was so wack. the only takeaway I had is that octane and sandstorm are dating

anyways enough about g1. the beast wars starscreams ghost ep was actually good, I missed g1 starscream, that iconic bitch...none of the predacons are quite on his level in terms of sheer legendary bastard energies

I liked that blackarachnia was like starscreams protégé, complete with her betraying him at the end lmao 

also idk if this is something we’re supposed to know from the beginning, but ruth didn't realize that beast wars megatron and op aren't g1 megatron and op and she was like :0 when that was kinda revealed this ep - idk if that's a spoiler or not but I already knew that going in lol 

oh and the part where op said ‘LETS MAKE THIS A DOUBLE DATE’ and busted dinobot out of the cr chamber? Gay™

oh my god and that ep where the maximals were stuck in beast form and like, reverted to their animal instincts was...sure something vbhajdkfsnbskjf that was a lot 

it was like a much more goofy version of the stuff in animorphs about the characters being influenced by their animal morph’s instincts (which was almost always presented in an absolutely horrifying manner)

but yeah we have 6 eps left in the season (!!!) which we’re looking to finish soon, I’ll probably make another post for those eps and s1 in general woohoo

#lj and ruth watch beast wars

[strawstories]

A little writeblr introduction

Hello! :)

After much consideration I have finally decided to make a blog for my writing and I thought I'd start by introducing myself.

I usually just go by Lu or Straw (Straw's an old online nickname that kinda just stuck around haha), am currently 19 years old – about to turn 20 at the beginning of March – and I'm German. I decided to create this blog mostly in the hopes that it'll give me some more motivation to actually finish a WIP for once. I only recently started writing in English so I'm hoping to improve not only my writing but also my English with my current project – if you see any grammatical errors please do point them out to me (my English teachers weren't big on grammar and comma use so I'm always trying to learn)!

WIPs:

I currently have three WIPs, but two of those are bigger projects so I'm currently focusing on the smaller one. 

The working title is The Severin Conspiracy and it's a good old enemies to lovers story with a load of denial, set in a fictional city influenced by all the little things I love about different time periods (read: I love stories set in the 1700s & 1800s and all kinds of historical fashion and architecture and needed an excuse to include all of those things while also putting my own spin on things). The main characters are the children of important political figures and accidentally witness the murder of the city’s queen, but due to reasons they decide that they can't tell anybody about what they saw. So now they gotta figure out how to uncover a government conspiracy while also dealing with some Uninvited Feelings™.

That's the WIP you'll mostly be seeing on this blog for now, but I might post about ideas and OCs from my other projects every now and then.

One of the bigger projects is actually mostly planned out already, but I'm a little stuck and I don't like how the story is flowing rn so I've decided to take a break on that one for now, but I'm really excited to get back to it once I figure some stuff out! It's a fantasy story about a magic king using his powers to hunt down all other magicians to make himself even stronger. The main character is an orphan, hiding his magic and just trying to live his best life when the orphanage he lives in is attacked, his best friend disappears and he figures out that his magic is stronger than he thought. He spends some time on the run and eventually joins the rebellion where he learns how to properly use his magic to face the evil king.

The other one is probably my biggest project yet and I currently have no idea what to do with the plot but I absolutely love my OCs for this one oops. It's yet another fantasy story, about a group of magicians, vampires, faeries and werewolfs (and maybe the occasional normal human). The story takes place in a city that has been ruled by two different families for generations now. Those families used to be allies who worked closely together, but recently there's been a feud between the current heads of the families and while that feud is threatening to turn into a war, our main characters discover the evil plot of a man who was believed to be dead. Now our main characters have to set aside their rivalry and work together to find allies and a way to avoid certain doom while they discover that not all things are what they seem. Can they convince their families to work together against a bigger evil before it's too late?

All of my WIPs are still untitled bc I don't like thinking about titles unless I absolutely have to but oh well.

I'd also love to write a time travel story some day, but those three WIPs are already way too much for me to deal with haha.

I gotta admit that I've never actually finished a WIP ever and I regularly go years without writing anything at all (I have a complicated love-hate relationship with writing and motivation, but I guess we've all been there). So here's to hoping that posting on this blog will actually keep me motivated lmao.

If you're in any way interested in me, my WIPs or my OCs or if you just need someone to rant about your own WIPs and OCs to feel free to just leave an ask or message me – I'm a little awkward, but I'm always excited to learn about other's OCs and WIPs and/or scream about my own :)

#writing #writeblr #writeblr introduction #about me #my wips #writeblr intro

[annqbthchse]

A potential rewrite of “Beauty and the Feasts”

@pumpkinpaperweight mentioned this in her “No Nuance November” hot takes post and it reminded me of how I’ve completely rewritten this in my head. 

 Now, I feel that I have to say that I liked the IDEA of this chapter. That it was supposed to be a calm chapter amid the what the fuckness  that was QFG. A pause in the ever confusing narrative to allow both the readers and characters to catch up on what’s happened so far if you will. However, I hate the execution of it. So much in fact that I have completely forgotten what happens in canon so heres an outline of what I’ve decided happens in my head instead :D

Ok I haTED how Lancelot has just died (in a pretty traumatic way too) and the gangs just kinda move on and forget about him except for that split second scene w. Guinevere - it's a total disservice to his character and the bond he was beginning to build back up with Tedros

SO how bout instead both Lancelot and tedros survive the attack by the snake 

That way we get a scene of happy reunions - Agatha with tedros & Lancelot (of whom she presumably hasn’t seen since the coronation as well) -and so we have a genuinely happy(ish) scene that isn’t punctured by tedros losing another parental figure yet again

They’re all in a good mood and want to celebrate etc

Lancelot and Tedros have this moment where they’re talking about their last fight with the snake 

Lancelot says all this stuff about how proud of Tedros he is (but in his own special, unique Lancelot way which means he never uses those exact words)

Agatha and Lancelot reunion!!! He says how he's missed the lass and makes some kind of joke about tedros being an ass about how he ignored her those 6 months - they laugh. tedros doesn't. He gives her one of his giant bear hugs (lancelot would give great hugs prove me wrong) 

Rhian comes up to Lancelot being all “you’re my hero 😩 ” “ilysm” etc etc

being the the only character with a braincell Lance just kinda stares at him like “uhhh… aight thanks man” - hes a little sus of this weird lil red head but will obviously take the compliment because he deserves it

Lance is then all like “ahh you kids should celebrate this win” or some other bullshit like that and they do

 but before everyone dissolves to get ready tedros and lance share one final moment where they share astrong handshake and lock eyes then hug because fuck it, why not? It would be a quick hug but I want them to hug in their final moment together dammit

Agatha wears that red dress soman wrote in and tedros wears a crisp black shirt with a chest slit ;) - (idk exactly what he wore during this scene but I do remember thinking that it was horribly ugly and that MY tedros would never wear that so here, have this very basic description of mens wear)

Instead of going to beauty and the feasts they go to Maid Marions arrow (because I say so and for reasons I can’t really explain I just hate that gd restaurant) -  (it also just seems like the inside of Somans mind and I think that is a very scary place to be rn)

Anyway, they’re all having a hullabaloo of a time - everyones drinking and celebrating - ofc Lancelot, robin hood and his merry men are all there too 

At one point tedros convinces agatha to dance - she begrudgingly agrees - it’s an unconventional dance with a lot of fast spins and movements - they’re both laughing, she tells him to slow down. he does not. they continue :)

Meanwhile Sophie still offers Rhian to take her on a date they also go to Maid Marions arrow as well because again I say so - they have their date, sophie is smitten, rhians plan is working 

I also hate the idea of dot being drugged (poor babe didn’t deserve that) and so instead they gave lance the keys to the cell seeing as he’s the only reliable adut in a 50mile radius 

Instead Dot is dancing with beatrix, reena and some other evergirls while Hestadil are still having their cute marshmallow moment together outside 

tagatha are still having a great time on their first (???) date - they decide to go back to their private treehouse a bit earlier than everyone else and ill just leave what happens after that to you shall I? ;)

ANYWAYS as they’re leaving robin notes how much they remind him of Arthur and that hot lady who hung out together that night before Arthurs wedding 

Lance is just like “????? tf” because it couldn’t have been Gwen given they were probably together that night - but robin fucks off  before he could press him on it any further so lance just kinda leaves it for the morning… 

He also notices Rhian briefly leave and since he already found the lad to be a bit sus before, he follows him to overhear Rhian speaking to Kei about the plans and is just like SHITE and goes to tell the rest of the gang that Rhian is weird as fuck 

BUT then the snake appears… and lance, kei and snake boy disaper into the forest while rhian heads back to the bar to keep up his facade (i know this bit doesn’t really make sense because how the fuck is the snake there without the key that lance is yet to give them… idk man just humour me ok)

Everyone has a great rest of night and just assume lance went to bed early since hes old… but instead they wake to find Lancelot dead - his throat slashed, blood everywhere and he’s pinned against a tree and its just not a pretty sight 

The snake has written a message on his chest in blood saying “your fault” - obvioulsy for our good ol’ friend teddy 

Meanwhile, Tagatha is just sleeping in bed, when theres a knock - its the coven trying to break the news of Lancelots death 

Tedros freaks the fuck out and runs to cradle Lancelot’s dead body - Agatha's right behind him and ready to cradle tedros while he cries his heart out with everyone standing around watching 

They have a funeral (idk why but I just picture a Viking type one with them sending him off on the lake at sunset - its all very aesthetic dw) 

after that, everyone starts to leave to get shit ready for the journey to Camelot but tedros is left just still sitting there with Agatha for a lil bit longer 

They then very slowly get up and make their way for the boat to head back to Camelot

#sge #The School for Good and Evil #school for good and evil #my posts #my aus #sir lancelot #rewrite #was this a mistae? #idk #i only edited the bits where I said daddy lance #it’s like nearly midnight so #I take 0 responsibility for everything I have said #enjoy this brain explosion of words :D #I just believe in lance supremacy ok

[purplesurveys]

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 survey by pichu4850

What color do you think of when I say...

Anger? Red, or a really bright red-orange.

Confusion? Gray.

Inspiration? Sky blue. Both word and color give off calming vibes to me.

Shy? Something like an off-white shade, and maybe even pastel pink.

Agony? Olive green was the first color to come to mind, though I have no idea why.

Sleep? Dark blue, like the night sky.

Chipper? Yellow.

Beautiful? Red, the way roses are.

Morning? Light blue or yellow.

Would you rather be named...

Andrea or Aimee? Andrea.

Emily or Erica? Emily. I know an Erycka that I’m not too fond of, so this is an easy pass.

Kelsey or Casey? Casey, though I’d mix up my name a bit and have it be pronounced and spelled as Cassie.

Madeleine or Marina? Eh, not really a fan of either but I’d mos likely go for Madeleine.

Alec or Aaron? Alec.

Ryan or Ross? Not a fan of both names as well though I’d probably go with Ryan, but only as a feminine name.

Dylan or Daniel? Dylan.

Jack or Jordan? I guess Jack, if I have to pick.

Gabriel or Gavin? Gabriel.

How often do you...

Brush your teeth? Once or twice a day.

Eat breakfast? Twice a week, during weekends; though sometimes I’ll end up skipping it for an entire week altogether.

Check your email? I literally never check my personal email anymore after having gotten hired, but I know I should quit that habit and check it every once in a while just in case an intriguing opportunity might come my way. My work email is a different story; I have to use it everyday. I open my emails even during weekends so that when I report to my shift on Monday, my Gmail won’t look as clogged.

Go to the mall? When quarantine protocols loosened up a bit I used to go either on Saturdays or Sundays for some me time as well as some much-needed time away from the house, for the sake of my mental health and sanity. But now that we’re going through another surge in cases, no one’s allowed to go out again and malls are back to just keeping the essential stores open.

Go to the beach? A few times a year, at least before the pandemic. I haven’t been to the beach since 2019.

Play card games? Only happens once in a blue moon, when I get together with friends and someone happens to bring a deck of cards. This isn’t a usual occurrence with any of my friend groups, though.

Have at least 20 minute phone calls? Never. I have 20-minute Google Meet and Zoom calls instead.

Paint your nails? They are never painted.

Wish you were happier? Every now and then.

Did you ever want to be...

A veterinarian? Yes, when I was younger. I once stumbled upon an interview with a horse vet on one of my kid’s almanacs and thought what they did was so cool.

An astronaut? Yup, definitely became a big obsession of mine at one point in my childhood. I still think it would be cool to go to outer space and should the opportunity ever become accessible in my lifetime, I wouldn’t want to miss out on it.

An artist? Not really. I knew from the get go I wasn’t meant to be one.

A school teacher? I would guess yes, but I definitely wasn’t as interested in teaching compared to being an astronaut or like a firefighter.

A housewife? Lmfao yeah. This was the answer I would give when I was like 8 up until I was probably 10 and I knew it stressed out my Asian mother big time. My grandpa got a kick out of it, though.

A firefighter? Yes. This was up there with astronaut.

A princess? Not so much.

A lawyer? I definitely considered law for a brief period, but it was already during my latter college years. There wasn’t enough time to mull over it. But hearing all the law school horror stories from my friends kind of made me relieved I didn’t push through with it; I knew I wasn’t passionate enough about law to want to go through all the hardships that come with law school, so I was fine letting that dream go, and still am.

A doctor? This was never a dream of mine.

Would you consider yourself...

Materialistic? Yes.

Pessimistic? It comes out occasionally, but I don’t think it’s a main trait of mine that people would generally see me as.

Avoidant? Not so much. I can be shy and anxious sometimes but I get over it at some point.

Sarcastic? Only occasionally. I wouldn’t say I speak the language.

Talkative? Definitely not. I hate being in the spotlight, and whenever it’s my turn to share a story or talk in a group I usually have the tendency to rush through it or make it as short as possible so as to return the spotlight on someone else. I’ve always been more of a listener.

Strange? Maybe not strange but weird to an extent?

Intelligent? I guess in some ways.

Lucky? In some ways I am, but I also got handed the short end of the stick in other contexts.

In the next twenty-four hours, will you...

Talk to someone you care about? Probably. I talk to at least one friend a day.

Go to work? Yep, I’ll finally be going back to work since the Holy Week break is over. My workaholic self felt kinda unsettled with all the free time, so I’m actually kinda relieved.

Go to school? I’m not in school anymore.

Be in a different city? Nope, it’ll be working from home for me like usual. We were initially allowed to book visits to the office if we really needed to go there to pack some goodies and stuff, but because of re-heightened Covid protocols our admin has once again prohibited anyone to go there for the meantime.

Read a book? I highly doubt it. I haven’t read any in months.

Watch a movie? Nope. It’ll be a Monday coming from a 4-day break, so it will be incredibly busy tomorrow as there would be a lot to catch up on.

Go to a dentist/orthodontist appointment? No, I won’t.

Do your laundry? My parents probably will seeing as our hamper was nearly full the last time I checked.

True or False: Family...

I have two brothers or more. I only have one brother.

My mom lives with me. This is technically true but isn’t phrased right in my case. I’m currently living with my parents.

My grandparent(s) live with me. No, we moved out of our duplex (where I did use to live with my grandparents) well over a decade ago.

I have half-siblings. Don’t have any.

I am the oldest in my family. Eldest child, that is.

I am an only child. I have two other siblings.

I have 15 cousins I can name off the top of my head. Easily. My first cousins are less than 15 in total, but I know a good number of my second and third cousins as well so this is a cakewalk.

The nearest Aunt or Uncle lives less than an hour away from me. The aforementioned duplex we moved out of is just at the next village; we didn’t move too far so that we can continue visiting them.

True or False: Food...

I am allergic to chocolate. I’m not, fortunately. I’m not crazy about chocolate but I’d be pretty miserable if I could never have it either.

I like vegetables more than fruit. Infinitely more, hahaha. I hate fruits.

I have tried pizza dipped in ranch sauce. Ranch isn’t a very common dressing where I’m from, so it’s not usually offered in restaurants. Given the chance, though, I’d definitely try my pizza with ranch at least once.

I've never eaten kiwi fruit. True, but then again I’ve never eaten most fruits and don’t plan to.

I love junk food.

I love to try new food.

Ketchup goes best with fries (chips). I don’t like ketchup and barely put it on anything.

I like fried rice. I haven’t met an Asian who doesn’t like fried rice.

I can prepare dinner for myself (using a stove or oven).

I hate sushi.

How many...

Pairs of shoes do you have? A little over 10, maybe? I don’t feel like counting in my head rn.

Songs do you have on your music player? I don’t have a music player anymore.

Hours of sleep did you get last night? Around 4.

Times have you had alcohol? Like, ever since I started drinking when I was 18? I never kept track lmao but if I would guess, maybe around 50-60 times? I’m not a regular drinker; I drink probably once or twice a month at most.

Books have you read/started reading in the past month? None.

Windows in your house/apartment are open? I know my parents and sister have their windows open at the moment, so that’s 2. Mine are usually open as well, but I’ve turned on my aircon so I’ve closed them for the night.

Pets do you have? 2.

Kids do you have/want to have? I’d cut it off a a maximum of 3 kids, but having just 1 would already be so nice.

Minutes does it take to get from your home to school or work? I work from home, but in the two times I went to the actual office it took anywhere between 45 minutes to an hour.

Have you ever...

Spilled a cup of grape juice on the carpet? I don’t think I’ve ever even encountered grape juice in my entire life.

Played spin the bottle? I don’t think I’ve ever played this. My friends and I usually resort to truth or dare.

Played Twister? Yes, and there are many fond memories that come with it as well. So when I was 7 years old I befriended Katreen, and her mom and mine hit it off instantly so they started this arrangement where every Friday, her mom picked me and my sister up from school along with Katreen and her sisters, and we’d stay for several hours at their place until my mom would pick us up. Her mom was an amazing host and every week we’d play Twister, watch Pokemon, read books together, etc; anything to keep us comfortable and entertained.

Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to be doing? It’s bound to happen every now and then.

Walked out of a movie because it was horrible? I’ve gotten this feeling a few times but I always stayed in my seat because I paid for the damn ticket.

Given the finger to someone on the street? Oh most definitely, as well as drivers passing by. And it’s always been towards men that are being disgusting pigs.

Been so sad/angry that you started laughing? Sure.

Been in a wedding? Yes, but I only got invited as a kid since I was usually picked to be one of the flower girls. I haven’t been to a family wedding since 2007.

Been in a situation where you almost died? Probably not died but almost substantially injured, sure.

Misc...

Are you stressing out about anything right now? Just worried about the deluge of tasks that will inevitably come at me tomorrow but knowing how easygoing my bosses are, I know I’ll be able to ease up soon enough.

Do you think before acting or act before thinking? I used to be the latter but I now see the importance of first considering possible consequences of or how others would be affected by my actions.

Do you act upon your emotions and instinct, or logic and reasoning? Again, I used to be one of these, this time the former. Now that I’m at a much more stable and peaceful place in my life I try not to let my emotions get the best of me.

What are some personality traits you find appealing in a potential partner? I had a number of negative experiences in my last relationship so forgive me for scraping the bottom of the barrel when it comes to my expectations lmaaaao – I’d love for someone to be sensitive to my needs and feelings, and for them to be able to own up to their mistakes or hurtful habits and know how to apologize and be open to changing if it’s for their self-improvement.

How have you changed as a person in the last 5 years? I tolerate less bullshit now. I think I’ve also grown to be happier and a lot more stable, emotionally. I also have a better sense of what I want out of life and where I want to be, and I’ve also learned to be more sociable and open up to people.

If you could do anything you wanted right this moment, what would it be? Order sushi :(

Is there anyone you can totally relax and be yourself around? Yes, that’s what my friends are for. If I can’t feel comfortable around my friends, I’d view that as a problem.

Did you ever wanted to say something to someone, didn't, and regretted it? No.

Are you scared about the future? I’m scared of the idea of not meeting some of my goals, like having a family; but I’m also excited about what the future could bring me.

#survey #surveys

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𝐲𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐰 & 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲 ! this is nai and my cowboy ass is here to throw roxy @ u and also tell u bad jokes and cry over life is strange 2 because i’m still not over this game and I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT. just a heads up, i came up with roxy on a whim because this rp just looked so good,  so if it seems like i don’t know what i’m talking about ... it’s most likely the case whoops . ( this is an excuse for me bringing shitty muses ). anyway, my fake cowboy ass loves to ramble so if you’re interested in plotting feel free to LIKE this post or hmu. i forgot to mention that i’m also a fake grandma so idk anything about discord at all and i still need to set it up which will happen in the next few days dsdnsdsdn. 

ps: wanted connections/plots can be find in my wanted tag ( a link is on my blog ) and i’ll also list some below !

EDIT: discord name is nai #7158

 * [ kristine froseth + cis-female + she/her ] —— have you met roxanne ‘roxy’ bailey ? they are a twenty-two year old junior currently studying romance languages and literatures. they live on decker house and word around campus is that this scorpio is compassionate + dedicated, as well as impatient + dishonest. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. 

basics.

full name: roxanne elise bailey

nicknames: roxy, rox

sexual orientation: bisexual

birth place: valencia, spain ( but only lived there for five years ) 

history. 

one could say that roxy had lived an easy life, though her parents weren’t distinguished by their social status, it didn’t mean they lacked money which was enough to support their daughter in whatever she wanted to do.

truth to be told, roxy was indeed a little spoiled, the type of kids who would try all kind of things on the expenses of their parents only to quit a new ‘hobby’ again. she could barely stick to anything. she was some twisted kind of golden child, good at many things but never had the patience to continue something for long enough to cultivate it. 

skipping over the part where she almost tried everything from arts, music etc. she finally found her passion ( and even roxy herself was surprised ). figure skating. she didn’t know what drew her in, she couldn’t explain it, she tried it and it felt right. roxy always describes the feeling as finding a soulmate if she feels extra dramatic that day. 

unsurprisingly, she was good at it. not that kind of good at something she was at all the other things she tried before, but that being good at which stemmed from genuine interest. maybe, that is why she managed to get so far. and it didn’t take too long that people even started to call her a figure skating prodigy. 

at this point at her life, she had it all, spinning the stars on her fingertips ( or warning bad pun ahead: spinning on the ice ). until, well, her parents company was in some crisis and they had to cut corners in the meantime. also oh so ‘conveniently’ roxy lived at the arse end of nowhere and getting to her practices was now even more difficult because as mentioned before they had to save their money for more necessary things. of course, there were more things , small and big, which totally threw her off ( which i am too lazy to list rn).

roxy tried to work part time, but a) the money wasn’t enough b) she didn’t want to cut more hours of training she managed to get. AND well, here comes the turning point and roxy thinking she was oh-so-smart without realizing that it would cost her career. oh-so-smart roxy came up with the idea to , well, just steal some stuff. after all, she trained with many other wealthy peers and she could just sell off their stuff or something. 

at the beginning she only did it to afford certain things she needed, but soon it somehow became an addiction. she felt in control when everyone else in her life was an utter mess. however, the more she took things away from others the more she felt comfortable, doing it more often and sometimes taking things which weren’t even worth that much. it was only a matter of time until she was caught. and as if she was lucky for too long, the person who caught her pressured her into either giving them a hefty sum of money (which she didn’t have) or to quit figure skating. she decided for the latter.

well, here she was and her sudden departure was quite a shock. but she had no choice and stated it was for personal reasons. 

skipping over her being devastated over it, etc. her parents managed to save their company (whatever this company is) but at this point it was already too late and roxy was accepted into holloway. 

right now she actually wants to pick up her figure skating career again, however, she’s too afraid that the blackmailer is going to expose her and also she doesn’t really know who they are (lets pretend they wrote her letters, txt messages >??) and also she’s kind of afraid due to the lack of practice she had .

personality.

okay i’ll keep this short bcs i wrote way too much for her background story. but to sum it up, roxy kind of has that perfect girl facade.  considering how many friends roxy has and how social she appears to be it is odd that no one seems to be able to describe her.  roxy doesn’t want people to know who she truly is, and she keeps her distance as she actively avoids conflicts that might cause her to say something wrong and exposes herself. 

she shields her feelings by only presenting polished version of herself, the facade of the perfect girl: kind, hard-working and polite. someone whose life is easy and someone who looks like she doesn’t have any worries. it doesn’t mean she isn’t anything of that, but it’s not as if her kindness has no bounds or that she doesn’t need to put effort into the things she does. nevertheless, she believes that she must be perfect in order to make people like her. and while, she is pretty good at masking her emotions and smile along, as soon as someone threatens to see past the illusion, she will become defensive and won’t hesitate to lie in order to preserve it.

plots.

best friends: although roxy pretty much keeps her distance from everyone else, this person had always stood by her side. maybe they knew about roxy’s sudden wannabe-thief phase ( which she is still in ) and well tried to talk her out of it ( which obviously didn’t work ). also adding some drama here and maybe they had a big argument over it and distanced from each othr because of it. however, my angst ass doesn’t want to ruin it and they’ll rekindle their friendship. they might meet again at holloway and it’s awkward at first, maybe they even have some arguments but they’ll get over it because everyone loves a good rekindled friendship story.

annoyance: someone who gets under roxy’s skin.seeing past the perfect girl face and constantly calling her out on it. maybe they just have fun annoying her and want to see what she really likes or they just don’t like roxy , thinking that beneath all of this act, she is a really unpleasant person. perhaps, they’re even doing it with good intentions and want to show her that she doesn’t need to hide who she is. whatever it is, they’re determined to expose to the world who she really is. 

pen pal ??:  muse a and roxy had been friends for a very long time, yet the funny thing is that they’ve never met each other nor do they know what the other look like. all they know is their name ( or maybe they only know each other by their usernames ) and their deepest secrets. maybe they already have crossed paths many times and perhaps even know each other but don’t like each other irl. or they never had noticed the other.

blackmailer: BECAUSE WHY NOT??? the person who forced roxy to give up on figure skating. maybe, they were a rival or just didn’t like her, or any other reason. they might as well, have noticed that roxy is secretly training again and might be back at their shit again. 

exes: GIVE ME THE ANGST, maybe muse a and roxy used to be in a serious relationship and as naive they were back then both of them thought this love would last forever. however, at some point roxy started to distance herself from muse a, constantly cancelling their dates because of their busy schedule. at first muse a tried to be understanding towards her, but as time passed things only got worse. roxy hating any kind of conflict just decided to ignore the problem instead about talking about it and eventually stopped replying to muse a messages. muse a never really got to know the real reason behind their break up and was left with unanswered questions. but anything works  

unrequited love: (this is just me throwing in my favourite way to make myself suffer) It doesn’t matter who is the one with the the one sided love because i just want some good angst.a)  muse a has a crush on roxy, yet they never told her about it. yet, muse a can’t hide it and it doesn’t take too long until roxy notices it. but instead of trying to talk to muse a about it, roxy just ignores it acting as she usually does and perhaps even give them false hope that she might like them back. maybe muse a even confessed to her and because roxy didn’t want to hurt them she told muse a she’d think about it.

b) roxy has a crush on muse a but doesn’t admit it. she doesn’t want to show their vunerable side and just plays it down. maybe they’re friends and roxy doesn’t want to lose another friend. but one day she confesses to muse a on accident, making everything awkward between them.

someone she stole from: idk i thought this would be fun ? maybe she confessed to them about it or maybe they caught her but decided to not confront her about it.

fan: someone who used to watch her perfomances on their tv and is still not over the fact that she quit.

i also have a connection page on my blog if these are too specific or none of these work 

i’m too tired to come up with more dsdsdnjsd but gimme everything !! THE ANGST, FLUFF, DRAMA PLS!!! 

#did i use a special font just to highlight the yeehaw ?? yes #holloway.intro #this got so long djssdsdn

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tiktok famous (hc) - part two | p.p.

summary: a whole bunch of dif tiktoks featuring you and bae peter

warnings: chaotic energy, cussing, and BUTTERFLIES

+ + +

- i'm backkkkkkkkk

- so y'all really enjoyed the last tiktok imagine

- and you wanted another

- SO HERE WE GO BABYYYYYYYYY!!

- so basically....

- (just enjoy it)

- i got a lot of tiktok related comments and requests and i hope i remember them all

- (big boobs? whew chile) ANYWAYS SO:

- like pretty much none of them link together so this hc is going to be split into sections of like... blurbs!!

- yayayayayaya

- this one is inspired by @drecming

- so i think most of us know this very special sound..

- ...

- CAN'T TAKE BIG DICK BUT I SUCK ON IT

- y eah

- so as per usual

- you and peter b chillin

- they really do b vibin doe

- OH BY THE WAY

- y'all are dating in this situation :)))))))))

- and as you're binge watching your favorite show you can't stop doing the hand motions to that friggin dance

- aka the epidemic of generation z

- i keep doing the sugar by brockhampton dance i literally can't stop it's fine

- and thank god peter somehow doesn't notice

- like your movements are so subtle but you deadass keep doing it like once per minute

- and so you get up

- like "fuck this, man. if it's stuck in my head i'm at least gonna make a tiktok"

- and so you set it up

- peter's still on the couch in the background

- this boy STILL doesn't really notice what you're doing

- to be fair hsmtmts is a very enticing show ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- but as soon as the audio plays peter recognizes it

- his head WHIPS over to you

can't take big dick but i suck on it

- he raises an eyebrow at you

i ain't fucking with the pussy, got a bump on it

- *eyebrow raise intensifies*

bad bitch put the pussy on me (on me)

- he sits up, watching as your hips roll (oh man)

whip out my dick then i hump on it

- he slightly cringes at the lyrics me too peter

i'm a bad ass bitch, what you lookin at?

- your butt

ima throw that-

- "oH NO YOU DON'T!" he yells, slight smile on his face as he swiftly shoots a web at you, the string wrapping around your waist and spinning you to him

- the song continues to play as you snort, wheezing as he balances you

- the video finishes and you raise your eyebrows at him

- "no throwing it back on camera," he says pointedly

- you tilt your head in a way that screams peter i love you but you and i both know that i can do what i wanna do and over-protectiveness can be toxic

- he sighs

- "okay, you can, but i'd like it better if it were just for me"

...

- HAHAHAHA

- okay NEXT ONE

- this next one is inspired by @ritxal

- in this one you can choose your relationship

- so peter is a natural born softboy

- he didn't choose the softboy life, the softboy life chose him

- but here's the thing

- it was friday night

- you were bored

- and you decided

- it was time for a change

- and so you approached the man

- who happened to be upside down

- because when is he not

- and, ignoring his protests, gave him an e-boy makeover

- poor peter was decked the fuck out

- striped long sleeve

- band tee

- black ripped jeans wITH THE CHAIN

- nike socks and af1s

- beanie

- and most importantly

- black nails and a little black heart under his left eye

- just picture it p lease

- and it his transformation was posted on your account to forever embarrass him

- and you lowkey found this look a lil wee bit ATTRACTIVE

- whatever

- okey this one's for you @lilmissquackson !!!!!!!

- y'all ever seen the without me (halsey) ones??

- ye

- even if you haven't you'll still get it lol

- so you're in class

- learning about sokovia because history and shit

- and, bored as hecc, you decide to whip out your phone and copy this video you'd seen

- you begin filming and place your right hand on top of peter's left (yay classmates!! sitting next to each other WHOOP!)

- his gaze is hard on his paper as he continues to scribble down notes

- you turn the camera to him for a bit and you're like yes perfect

- and then you return the camera and pull your hand away

- and he REACHES OVER AND TAKES YOUR HAND BACK

- AND YOU'RE LIKE  Y E S

- IT WORKED OUT

- PLUS HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW AND HE'S SO CUTE

- you put the phone down, smiling, adjusting your hand a little before you realize you can't take notes anymore because your hand is occupied and using your left hand just aint it period (a/n: im so sorry if any of y'all are left handed lol but pretend y'all are in opposite positions so he has your left hand haha)

- and it's then that he looks at you

- and if his eyes don't make you MELT

- okay i'm sorry that last one was mediocre but you get the point

- alright so like in this process of writing this i've been struggling a bit with details and stuff and making it sound good and funny so they're gonna be short and sweet bc i literally don't know What To Do :)))))))))))))))))

- back to your regularly scheduled programming hell yeah

- this one's for you, @drecming

- back at it again with the ideas!!!! fuck yes!!!

- okay SO

- you seen those "i'm on my savage shit" ones?

- where the guys hand is on the girl's thigh (OR IF YOU'RE A DUDE READING THIS JUST STILL IMAGINE YOUR OWN LEG I TRY TO KEEP THIS GENDER NEUTRAL BUT I FORGET AND PLUS RN IM JUST EXPLAINING THE TIKTOK KJSDBVIBUV) and then she pulls her leg away and the music is like

iM oN mY sAvAgE sHiT

- anyways

- peter's hand is just vibing on your leg

- for you dirty minded folks no it's not vibrating or doing all that janky shit we're children of god here

- says the one who just said the s word OOPS

- and you, as per usual, pull up the sound and start recording

- peter hears the music and is like Huh????

- and then you pull your leg away, grinning at him cheekily before he grabs you, phone flying out of your hand and he pulls you into his lap

"my thigh"

- you give him a look like excuse me sir hUh

- and his face is just like

0_0

- before he smiles at you and laughs and says he's kidding

- but then he stops laughing

...

- and raises an eyebrow

- WOAHHHHHHHH SPICY

- zooooweeeeemamaaaaaaa

- aight moving on

- THE NEXT ONES ARE INSPIRED BY YOURS TRULY!! YAY ME FOR HAVING IDEAS FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!!!!

- so i'm sure you and like everyone @ your school (if you're in school.. lol) is familiar with this one

- i'm just gonna let y'all experience it idk why i've been telling the tiktok before idek sajbsidvb

- so you're in class right

- doing nothing bc your teacher sucks :////

- but its fine bc it's a fun class

- so you set up your phone with you and peter in the screen and start recording

- peter looks at the phone and then you, confused

"hey, stop!" you say in a whiny voice

- mans is like Uhhhhh what did i Do

"stop! omg peter sTop!" you're smiling at him

- he's so confused

- and then as you're talking

- your voice suddenly lowers into your lower register

"stop!! peter stop it- I SAID STOP."

- his eyes widen and a confused smile is on his face as he jumps back slightly

"YOU KEEP PLAYING *smacks your hand on the table* TOO DAMN MUCH."

- the video stops and you and peter are just silent for a second before busting out laughing

"you've never seen those?"

"no????"

"god peter, you live under a rock"

- the duck walked up to the lemonade stand and he said to the man running the stand: hey! bonk bonk bonk got any grapes?

- sorry i randomly thought of that

- okay NEXT

- this is the one that hits different

- gets you in your FEELS

- DAMN

- we all know peter's a gamerboy

- so he's just chilling playing minecraft on the xbox or something

- what a fuckin nerd

- jk minecraft slaps so hard

- anyways

- as per usual, you set up the camera and start filming

- and you

- i think you know what i'm talkin about

- you slip underneath his arms

- and start crawling into his lap

- and the SECOND he registers what's going on he fucking YEETS the controller behind him and wraps his arms around you

- and when i say yeets

- i mean like

- ZOOM

- you bury your arm in the crook of his neck and you feel him physically relax under you (heartbeat racing though of course) and hold you tighter, planting gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder

- ..

- god FUCK talk about B U T T E R F L I E S

- y'all are going to HATE ME for this one

- prepare yourselves

- so you guys are just chilling in peters room as y'all normally do

- and peter goes to the bathroom

- and like stupid adorable fuck he is

- mans left his phone on silly goose

- and of course

- we all know you can't help yourself

- so like a NORMAL HUMAN BEING

- you decide to snatch it and go look at his tiktok drafts, god knows why

- and the first one you tap

- WHEW CHILE

- your jaw drops to the floor as soon as you read the text on the video

"so apparently when a guy's chain dangles it's attractive..?"

- heart skips a beat

- hands are sweaty

- knees spaghetti

- you look up to make sure the bathroom door is still shut before you whip out your phone and start videoing

- peter is looking nervously cute into the camera before he leans out of shot,

- you know what's next

- and right as the beat drops

- he shows up, SHIRTLESS, with his cross necklace (you've only seen him wear once lmao) dangling down

- not to mention the goddamn CURLS hanging down

- and your heartbeat quickens

- ... both heartbeats...

- then fucking PETER JUST STROLLS INTO THE ROOM

- ALL INNOCENT N SHIT AS IF HE DIDN'T HAVE A VIDEO ON HIS PHONE THAT LITERALLY MADE YOU READY TO RISK IT ALL

- "why do you have my phone?"

- you've never slammed it onto the bed so fast

- "no reason"

- he raises a suspicious eyebrow before picking up his phone and unlocking it

- and the fear in his eyes when the screen opens to his video

- he looks back up at you, mouth slightly open in fear/awe/ohshitohgodohFUCK

- and you and your goddamn mouth-

- "peter, it's hot"

- and oh how the look in his eyes changed

😈

+ + +

until next time <3

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

[raindropsoncowplants]

I'm fairly indifferent to the new pack being a Star Wars pack. I'm not excited for it (I just don't think it really will fit in with Sims very well) but I'm not hating the idea of it either. I would be excited for it if it were a spin-off like Castaway Stories or Sims Medieval.

What I'm most disappointed in, is how much it shows just how tone-deaf EA is to the community. Almost nobody wants this pack, but does EA care? No. Because they know we'll begrudgingly buy it anyways. They'll get their money either way.

Same with how they've been giving us next to nothing in every pack. Same as how they split what we got in Sims 3 University into University Living (or whatever the heck it's called in S4 I can't even remember rn) & Tiny Living. Same as how they split Pets into C&D and My First Pet Stuff (and even with that getting it's own fucking pack, we still don't have anywhere near the selection of small pets that we had in Sims 3, and don't even get me started on horses. That'll have to come as yet another pack, if at all. So what was $40 in Sims 3 will now cost $50-90 depending if it comes as stuff/game/expansion, even then still with less content than was in Sims 3 Pets.) Want a supernatural pack? In Sims 3 you got vampires, witches, fairies, and werewolves for $40, now for the same cost in Sims 4 you only get vampires and witches (though a bit more in-depth, and I am actually happy with those packs, I don't think they offer enough extra to warrant doubling the cost.) Want better, more diverse skin tones? Nah, have name-able cowplants instead. Doesn't matter what the customers want, since EA knows we're so starved for content this time around that we'll pay them either way.

The graphics are a definite upgrade from Sims 3, and there are certain things that are better (I do love build mode in Sims 4 despite missing certain features, I do prefer the push-pull aspect of CAS vs sliders, and multitasking, though buggy at times, is pretty cool) but honestly we get so much less bang for our buck in it. It's pretty, but so fecking empty.

I used to love gameplay back in Sims 3. Now, I do actual gameplay a bit, but I mostly just build, play around in CAS, and make cc. Anytime I try to actually play the game, I enjoy it for a bit, but then get bored so fucking fast. Nevermind the severe lack of customization compared to previous generations of the Sims.

Sims 3: color wheel. Sims 2: being able to choose different swatches for different parts of an object, i.e. picking swatches for bedframes & sheets independently. Sims 4: one swatch per item...

Sims 2: Have multiple apartments on one lot with apartment doors. Sims 3: One apartment per lot, but still customisable, plus the option of high-rise apartments with shells. Sims 4: Apartments are only in the pre-built places in the one world in the pack, nowhere else (until Eco Living, but still with the same problems), no customization...

Such a downgrade.

I just hope with the godsend that is Paralives (and possibly People of the Newberry & Live the Life??) coming out, that EA actually has to put effort in again once Sims 5 is released. Please, please can the Sims team actually listen to the fanbase next time around? That would be great.

#drunk rant #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims #the sims #ts4 #s4 #sims rant

[spikeymarshmallows]

for headcannon meme!! kleigo, 7 and 8!! love your writing, your kleigo stuff is some of my favorite to read over and over!

klsjdflks. Anon. Thank you T.T I’m having a Weird Brain Time and this is just super, super nice to get T.T I hope you’re having an amazing day and that you get good news very soon!

Headcanon Meme

Okay, fuck. This got super long, so it’s after the Read More.

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

It definitely depends on the time period! I fully headcanon that Diego and Klaus saw each other in the years between leaving home and the start of the show. They were in the same city, Diego goes looking for trouble, and Klaus finds himself in it.

I struggle to see Diego just like, accepting Klaus’ drug habits and drinking etc, and going out like that. But maybe in those earlier years, when Diego was still exploring the world outside of the Academy walls, maybe he and Klaus ran into each other at various bars and clubs. Klaus would be inebriated to varying degrees, and Diego would be too. He hasn’t started the whole “my body is a temple” thing, and he’s young, and the world is crazy, and drinking doesn’t give him wild hangovers yet.

I can see them absolutely getting into mischief. Klaus is very good at talking Diego into doing dumb shit; and Diego insists he’s only following along to make sure Klaus doesn’t get in trouble. But LBR, he’s having a blast. Klaus is one of the only people he can tentatively let his hair down with. If Klaus needs parenting, then no, he doesn’t. But if they’re both a little drunk, Diego is still protective of Klaus, but he also relaxes. They’d dance together, and Klaus would laugh a lot, and Diego might let himself laugh too.

As they get older, and Diego realises the depths of Klaus’ drug addiction, he’d stop letting himself relax like that. He wouldn’t be okay with it. He’d try to drag Klaus home, somewhere safe, trying over and over to convince him to get sober.

And finally, if Klaus ever managed to get sober, things would look different. They’d go and see movies. They’d eat at places they liked; sometimes fancy, but usually random places Klaus stumbles across. Diego doesn’t like drinking anymore, so he has no issue not drinking. Klaus used to mournfully look at cocktail menus, but now Diego just gently extras the menus from him so he can’t even read them.

They don’t go to bars, at all. They don’t go to nightclubs, none of it. Some of the people in Klaus’ therapy groups are able to be around drugs and alcohol again, but Klaus can’t, he just can’t. Even if he manages to resist, it throws him off, mentally, for days and days.

After a while, they just agree not to go out anymore. It’s not worth the torture and torment it puts Klaus (and subsequently, Diego) through.

Sometimes, Klaus admits that he misses dancing. He doesn’t miss the loud music. He doesn’t miss creeps touching him. He kind of misses feeling like a hot piece of ass (but Diego is very good at convincing him he is, which helps). But he misses the freedom of dancing. He sometimes bops along to music, but without drugs to ease him in, he feels kinda silly dancing sometimes. But Diego doesn’t share the same shame, and puts the music on really loudly, and dances with him until he’s let go of the anxiety, and he’s laughing, and spinning, and feels entirely free.

Um. ...This got long. But basically, it depends on where they are in life. When they’re younger, they do what young people do. As they get older, they need to adapt for Klaus’ recovery, but Diego is a good one to do it. Their nights out end up as nights in, or trying new foods, and maybe sometimes, games night with the family.

8. What do they like in bed?

>:) >:) >:) ANON. I am scandalised. I only like wholesome, and innocent questions. Gosh! I... I certainly don’t have thousands of words of headcanons for this based on every possible Klaus and Diego I can think of.... No.... Not at all...... >.>

Ha!

No no, but. Oh my god. I could wax poetic about this for days. And... sometimes... I do XD

Both of them like to be taken out of their head, in various ways.

Diego is very image-driven, and has an insatiable need to prove himself. He tends to be a pretty selfless lover, but it’s not necessarily out of altruism. It’s because his ego needs him to demonstrate over, and over, and over, that he’s good at it. As a result, he doesn’t really know what he likes in bed. Not really. This is where my headcanon that Diego is a Service Top really comes through. He really, truly, does get off on his partners pleasure. And Klaus? Klaus is such a pillow princess that it sorta works for Diego for quite a while. Klaus is very forthcoming about his desires and wishes (more on that shortly), and Diego goes along with it all (more on that shortly too!!). And Klaus is, by his nature, quite selfish in many ways. He doesn’t do it to be cruel, he just... is. And Diego indulges him. And then one day, it slowly clicks that... Klaus doesn’t know Diego’s kinks. Diego seems to like almost everything Klaus suggests! And Klaus isn’t dumb enough to think it’s just good luck. He knows Diego has struggled with some things, and they’ve been working on that. But Diego has never expressed “I really love this, let’s do this”. No, it’s always Diego just getting into what Klaus likes.

And so they have to figure out what Diego likes. But hey, they’re more than happy to experiment. And really, Diego loves giving pleasure. He loves seeing Klaus a wreck beneath him. He loves taking Klaus apart, and even more than that, he loves putting Klaus back together. It makes him feel good. It makes him feel good, and worthy, and valid. He loves Klaus trusting him. He loves having a certain power over Klaus. In something I’m going to be posting shortly, Diego does something to Klaus that he thinks Klaus might hate; and what Diego loves isn’t the act itself, but that Klaus will let him. Klaus will kind of let Diego do anything, and Diego, while he used to fear that, really loves that. So what does Diego love in bed? Diego loves power. Diego loves feeling good enough (better than good enough), and making his partner feel good. 

Now Klaus... Klaus loves a lot of things. It’s hard to find things Klaus doesn’t love. He loves degradation, and humiliation, and being hurt. God, he loves it when Diego hurts him, because he’s got such a competance kink, and Diego is so fucking competant. And he trusts Diego with his life. Diego will hurt him, but he will never, ever harm him. Klaus is allowed to ask for whatever weird and whacky shit he wants, because he knows that Diego will go to the ends of the earth to make it good for him, and to make it safe for him, and to make him a puddle of goo. There’s the choking, and the bondage, of course. But there’s so much more. Klaus loves to give in, and have his options taken away. And he loves the places Diego will take him.

That isn’t to say that Klaus is a bottom, only. I think most people are versatile, but have preferences. Klaus likes to bottom, and Diego likes to top. But of course, they switch it up sometimes. And when Diego bottoms, he’s still a power bottom. He pins Klaus down and rides him hard, gripping his chin, or his throat; and he makes Klaus shake, edges him, and reminds Klaus at all times who is in charge here. 

And sometimes Klaus tops him, and takes control, but that makes Diego feel very vulnerable, and takes a lot out of him. It’s hard for him to let go of that control, and it scares him, even if he won’t ever admit it. But he’ll do it, because it matters. Klaus is vulnerable with him all the time... Diego... Diego can do this, sometimes, right? [He can].

But for all that they both love kinky sex (or rather, Klaus loves it, and Diego is a service top that loves Klaus), it’s not always whips and chains. Diego learns... He really loves that soft shit. His kink? Probably the aftercare bit. And the more he fucks Klaus up, the more aftercare he’s allowed to give.

TLDR: Klaus is a pillow princess, and Diego is a service top who fucking loves taking care of his boy, and he really kinks on giving Klaus a good time, and on Klaus’ pleasure, and Klaus loves being looked after.

Anyway, as I said, I could wax poetic about this, and have a billion ideas depending on the circumstances... But this is what I headcanon as like, the most related to the show, as they are rn.

#kliego #spikey headcanons

[throwing-summers-at-the-walls]

Omg yess!! Your idea about the machine giving them a suicidal number is amazing! I really wish that would have happened! I mean they even had one but Finch talked to him and i dont remember what John was doing at the time. Do you know any good fanfics that deal with Johns suicidal tendencies? Also if you dont mind me asking why dont you care so much about season 4 and 5? (I dont mean this in any negative way im just curious cause from what i heard most people liked the seasons more)

I'm glad you like it, it's been in my head for a while, someone needs to write it !!

It's 2πR ! I looked it up, I remembered Harold being undercover as a teacher and the number being good at coding and going to the subway presumably to kill himself. (The reason John wasn't here is bc he was in prison, didn't remember that)

I found these in my bookmarks:

There's also this one that seems good (I may have read it before idk)

I've been writing a fic in which John has a suicidal crisis but it's Absolute Self Projection and it got personal so idk if I'll ever get the courage to actually share it (if I even finish it).

(this part got way longer than expected fkskfjsjsf I have Feelings, you don't know what you unleashed with this question)

Not sure there's more people preferring the last seasons. But well since I don't like them I'm not gonna follow blogs praising them lol. But yeah there's some of us liking the first seasons more, ie @poioriginal is out there being iconic, though idk if it's active anymore it's been a while since I've seen a notif. I feel like there's a fracture in the fandom, like there's a fandom for the beginning and a fandom for the end. It just feels like two different shows. The last seasons being more of a crappy spin-off than anything imo. Though they did what they could with S5...

I love the earlier seasons bc of many things: John and Harold's partnership and how it develops. Their partnership with Fusco and Carter. Seeing them save people. Seeing John being a badass. Seeing Harold being a badass with computers. Back then the show was about "everyone is relevant to someone", "everyone deserves a second chance". I just. Loved the characters and the themes and the atmosphere, you know ?

There's just. Something. Ig it's the combination of all I said in the previous paragraph. Poi is one of my biggest obsessions. It's the only fandom I wrote fics for. And I may have a love/hate relationship with it given what it ended up being, but as Cecil Palmer once said, "I'm learning to let my anger go" though it doesn't look like it given the state of this post. In the end I still fucking love it and in 10 years I'll probably still be banging pots and pans talking about John and Rinch and Number Crunch.

And then the quality lessened with S3. I could tell you plenty of fav eps that I have from S1 (rn I'm braindead and can only think of dead reckoning for S2). But S3 ? 4C. And that's it.

Carter's death annoyed me but it wasn't what alienated me from the show. Root is the main annoyance. She's a sort of Mary Sue imo (don't really like the term but also can't really think of a better one). She's good at hacking and she's an assassin. A gun in each hand ? Miss me with that shit. I mean yeah John is portrayed as an absolute badass too, but it's still a bit more realistic that "I'm good at everything" Root.

She kidnapped Harold and traumatized him and I'm supposed to believe that Harold and John are chill with her now ? That Harold isn't Absolutely Uncomfortable around her and that John wouldn't shoot her on sight ? Also the whole analog interface shit made no sense to me. Why the hell did the machine pick that unstable psycho.

On top of root there's the whole decima thing that I couldn't bring myself to care about to the point that the only thing I remember about it is that it annoyed me.

Don't get me started on John saying ooc shit before dying, "saving one life at a time seemed a bit anticlimactic" holy shit go watch your own show before writing shit like this ???? Though I admit John sacrificing himself for Harold was fitting, I'll still be heartbroken over it for the rest of my life, but it was fitting.

I was here for a procedural show with John and Harold saving numbers. Not for Mary Sue root and some AI war (and I do love SF and AI stuff but. Not like this). I am aware that I didn't actually watch S4 and S5, save for return 0 and a few S4 eps, so my judgement isn't very accurate. But I know it's not about what I liked about poi. And if a few eps of S4 managed to make me loose my interest it's not a very good sign.

#anon #i have a whole fucking novel on why i dislike root planned #but i wanna watch the whole show to have complete opinion #i just have so many feelings about poi wow #lmao i hope you like to read anon #sorry for writing so much but when it comes to person of interest i cant shut up #this has probably been discussed to death #but well its my blog so ill beat a dead horse as much as i want #tw suicide #half valid anon

[trackinghallownest]

-slides into your dms- tell me about your vessel ocs!!!! Whose your favorite. Everyone has a favorite even if they don't like to admit it! And is it ok if I draw them interacting with my vessel ocs?

HHfngfh gh i’m,,, thank you for this ask i’m dying,, i will absolutely go off if you dont mind me taking this chance!! ft doodles!! because i can!! and you absolutely can draw them with yours i will probably cry and definitely draw interactions back udfkfhvdf;;

some of this i may have mentioned in other posts but i cant for the life of me keep track of what ive put here compared to the discord so! i’m just going to fact dump! and put under a cut so i don’t completely fill peoples’ dashes shkfd

first is gonna be spindle since. i love them. theyre probably my favourite. and also the first i made. theyre just babie

they really are just babey,,

kind of accidentally an endless source of lifeblood which is a long story but its not.. very fun. to be constantly covered in plants. by adulthood most of their torso and one of their limbs is almost completely replaced/encased in plant matter

they take this pretty well actually. even if it gets a lot harder to move

for a vessel they grew up to full size much quicker than others of their kind, likely due to the lifeblood’s properties, but really nobody has much of a clue. didnt have time to get used to their size and still has VERY bad spatial awareness

broke their horn tip by smacking it on a low ceiling hkfdnfbdmvdf

plants bursting out of their shell and eye have pretty badly damaged it, and they can’t see out of the broken eye

theyre trying their hardest!! always!! they can’t move around very well and sometimes get lonely sitting at home in dirtmouth but they’re friendly to just about anybody and have so much love to give

seriously they dont even eat but they like to make sure they have food and drink at home in case anyone drops in and needs it

they’ve never been able to fight, and shy away from violence or combat in all forms

very scared of the dark and carries a lantern with them at all times, usually around their neck

discharges excess lifeblood into soil and grows a garden from it - keeps it from overtaking their body any further, and it’s something to do

not the best at communicating since a wood arm makes signing stiff and tricky, but they’re not much of a talker (signer?) anyway

then we have scratch n thimble who are kinda twins but not really. yeah those are matching scarves they are Bros (sibs??)

scratch FIGHTS THINGS and USES A REAL BIG NAIL

the biggest of all my vessel ocs, just in general. a big and strong friend

made it to the palace but got tossed for starting to care too much and takin a blow for another sibling. saved thimble from dying down there too and they were absolutely inseparable since

really just the embodiment of the ‘you befriended x! x would now die for you’ meme not gonna lie

has almost literally died for Multiple siblings n friends before but they wouldn’t let them. which is, a good thing

too reckless for their own good especially in their younger years but thankfully mellows out quite a bit by adulthood

tries to keep up a strong stoic front but also doesnt hesitate to abandon it if needed. theyre big soft really (they wont admit it tho)

has The Biggest soft spot for kids do not let them tell you otherwise

fought for the sake of it in the colosseum for many years before Stuff And Things involving yet another vessel happened and they kinda trashed the place and never went back

their nail is about as big and heavy as their entire body and they’re surprisingly good at using it for something so unwieldy. could probably crush most bugs just by virtue of it being So Damn Big

spends a lot of time when grown at the howling cliffs keeping an eye on those travelling into the kingdom, and deterring those with malicious intent

they got that eye wound from their sibling… it was technically an accident. they still don’t talk about it though

contrary to their twin thimble is the smallest vessel (as a babby at least - they do end up standing taller than spin and ruth when fully grown)

they have the very unfortunate problem of their shade having fused with void tendrils from the abyss sea as a babby

as such their shade is very violent and kinda has a habit of literally bursting out their shell and lashing out at anything around them under stress

eventually they get a handle on it and learn to control the literally overflowing void inside them but until then their entire life is pretty much a big clusterfuck of trying not to kill people, which they hate

they’re very timid and shy and cling to familiar figures (especially scratch) probably too much, but strike out on their own much more growing up 

theyre very strong and capable, moreso than most magic users, but you wouldn’t guess it. the only time they’d even consider showing it is in another’s defense

uses void tendrils like extra limbs. very functional! can hold many things (or offer many hugs) at once. may be slightly slimy though.

their cloak is very long and would probably benefit from being trimmed shorter but they absolutely refuse to let anyone touch it. its kinda grimy at this point and they trip a lot but don’t do anything about it

friends with a bunch of mossflies they picked up in the gardens! they all have names

can communicate with other void-creatures by sharing some of their own void! this was discovered entirely by accident but very useful, if awkward to explain

sure they’re kinda timid and like being on their lonesome, but they’re also very level-headed and friendly, and get along very well with low-energy quieter sorts of people especially

ruth is a small vessel rn/as far as i’ve worked out a timeline for! i know what they look like big but as far as the content on this blog currently goes theyre just .. smal

actual infant. hadnt actually been wandering out of the abyss that long before being dragged up to the colosseum to fight for sport

really doesnt have much of a clue how to act at first, other than ‘stab things before they stab you’

their name comes from ‘ruthless’, a nickname they got in the colosseum because they literally did not (appear to) give two shits whether they lived or died in battle. they’d just come back, anyway

scratch was the one that found them flinging a nail around and immediately went ‘oh thats a baby. this is bad, actually’

for the first short while of freedom scratch is the only one they’ll let even get close to them, and pretty much clings to them relentlessly. not a moments rest

they were actually pretty badly infected by the time they were broken out but theyre better now (another long story)

doesn’t have a natural cloak - it was ripped out and never grew back in. they make do though! their ‘new’ one was made from part of scratch’s that they ripped off and fixed together. they love it more than anything

once they actually figured out not everyone was out to kill them they stopped fighting back, and became a lot more curious and lively in general

still has a very warped and guarded sense of trust, however

kinda iffy around weapons and reacts badly to confrontation but does eventually learn to fight again (just.. in a better way)

pretty short even when grown, and going by height alone is the shortest when they’re all big

likes picking up pretty trinkets and things and carrying them around. has a few tied to their horns (as well as many pockets)

i have just now decided that spite counts as well! they dont actually survive to adulthood in any timeline i have currently (sorry spite) so big spite is entirely a theoretical but theyre fun to draw so

now spite? spite wins the babiest baby award

has one single braincell that bounces around their shell like a windows screensaver

their name indicates they are capable of feeling any negative emotion or hatred which is entirely untrue. by the time this was figured out they already wouldn’t answer to anything else

absolutely no sense of self-preservation or common sense. they are, in most regards, a very cute and very stupid dog

got lost on their way out of the abyss the first time around, ended up in the lighthouse and met friend mori!! was almost caught but eventually smuggled out and away

spent a lot of the time on the run in city of tears with said friend who was pretty much presumed dead by then. got taken in by a family, enjoyed themselves for a while

…but were eventually caught and thrown right back into the abyss along with mori killing them both for real this time. unfortunately.

cut to MANY years later and oops! their shade fused with the corpse and for some ungodly reason theyre both alive. time for the worst buddy comedy ever ft. literal pile of goop and body parts

spite does not seem to know nor care that theyre dead however

mostly happy to sit up there on mori’s shell and nap for hours at a time or fiddle with literally anything in reach. give them a cool rock and they’ll be entertained for hours. they are but a simple creacher

they do actually eventually learn to use a nail but who’s idea was it to give a child a sword. seriously i just wanna talk

#crazandlion #asks #if you actually read this far i would kill and die for you this took me 3 hours to write #and i think it was maybe worth it #hdfkfdvkjfdhvdhf #it was good to gather my thoughts on em i guess? hell yeah #tthank you;; #my ocs #spindle #thimble #scratch #ruth #spite #this was such a great ask to get i am still reeling i. yes #ohyes!! one last reminder theyre all agender/nb and if you gender them on purpose i'll break ur knees (they/them for all please) #(jk but i will correct you)

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Glee - S1 E6 (Vitamin D)

They call it vitamin D for the whole thing but wasn’t it just a component for some really hard drug??? We love the bullshit

The millionth step ball change... And we’re only 6 episodes in

Mr Schue just said “Maybe so” and now all I can think of is the gif meme thing

heheheheheheh.......Sorry. Funny youtube. 

Sign #27 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He’s eating that sandwich in the GROSSEST WAY POSSIBLE. He’s chewing with his mouth open, breathing really loud, talking with his mouthful, and he’s clearly being messy about it because there’s mustard all over his chin!!! How is Emma crushing on this dweeb

Sign #28 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: When Emma says he’s got a “cute Kirk Douglas chin dimple” (barf) he doesn’t say, hey! Maybe don’t flirt with me, I’m married!

I’m genuinely starting to feel ill whenever I have to just look at Mr Schue...

Everybody trying to learn their choreo and they’re just.... Spinning. Kurt’s about to fall over, Matt and Mike are bumping into each other, and Brittany’s just Tasmanian Devil-ing her way across the room. Love em

Brittany completely ignoring Artie’s high-five and him being like “oh-- okay...” is underrated

Matt Morrison just delivered “simply stopped trying” really weirdly. I don’t know what’s throwing me off about it, but it is

You’re right, Sue. Bones won’t grow properly without fear. AND EMMA’S BLOUSE IS INSANE

“I don’t understand how lightning is in competition with an above-ground swimming pool” You’re RIGHT KURT and you SHOULD SAY IT! Bears and sharks aren’t in competition either! Call out post for Mr Schue: The man knows NOTHING of the most basic ecology!

The look Quinn gives Finn when he yawns... Let my mans nap!!!

Kurt did his best to get to the girl’s side. Can you fucking blame him? Puck’s still an asshole to him as far as we all know!

Santana and Brittany just casually linking arms... Be still my beating heart

Kurt just walking along with Finn to football practice... Look at those brothers go!!! I am ignoring Puck

Ohh Sue’s journal... A wonderful character

You’re right, Sue, Will Schuester IS to blame for the world’s problems. Please do destroy the man

“I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness” Got ‘em

And thus begins the saga of Sue pushing problem people down the stairs. I’m not saying she should do that to Mr Schue... I’m just saying, why doesn’t she?

If Will wasn’t flirting with Emma, he wouldn’t get all nervous and upset when his wife turns up. Them’s the facts.

Does Terri know about Emma’s germophobia...? Because if so, it’s probably not cool for Will to have told her that. Unless Sue did, but I wouldn’t put it past him

As if they could get away with hiring a random unqualified woman as a school nurse?

Is “route” really pronounced like that......? Huh

Finn getting Biofreeze in his eye will forever be hilarious.

LEVEL 2!!!

I hate hats. I don’t know why, but I do. And I want Kurt to live his best life, but man, I hate that hat

Cory Monteith really got paid to drool. Goals

“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute” Tell him, Artie!!!

Everybody making fun of Quinn :C Britt, you’re better than this!!

People (I’m people) can hate on Rachel all they want but this scenario is one example of her actually working harder than anybody else in the group. Yes, the solos should be shared more equally, but it’s hard to be mad at her when the others are claiming her ideas as their own and sitting around when they should be rehearsing. Except Brittany! She’s stretching, at least, love her

Terri let him NAP. WITHOUT DRUGS.

Finn’s having some serious mental health concerns but he’s not getting what he needs and I hate it. Help him!!!

Why does Terri care if Finn’s not faithful? Like, yeah, he should be, but it’s not going to affect the baby!

Surely if she took those pills for ALL of high school, they would’ve lost their effect after a while?

God I love high Finn. He just CHUCKED Matt outta that chair. 

Puck knows what’s up. Kurt thinks it’s vitamin C, because Vogue said so, and Iove him. He also looks SO weirded out

Terri gave him a whole BOX huh?

Time for season 1′s best mash-up. I love this so much. They’re all going so HARD and Finn looks like his eyes are about to pop right out. The way he’s rubbing the mic... How could they not tell he was off his face???

MIKE’S SINGING. MIKE’S SINGING BACK UP AND NOBODY’S WINCING. Glee has no continuity confirmed

I feel like I shouldn’t find this performance cute because they’re all meant to be high as shit BUT THEY’RE JUST SO EXCITED???

Kevin McHale bumps every song features in up by at least 2 letter grades and that’s just a fact

LET MIKE CHANG DANCE!!!! LET HIM DANCE FOREVER HE DESERVES SO MUCH

I would say the same for Matt but then I’ll get sad about him being dumped into the void in like 16 episodes time

Oh Rachel worrying about Quinn... Be still my gay heart

Rachel just cuts right through her bullshit without hesitating for a second. She knows what it’s like to feel like the odd one out and she’s doing the absolute most to make sure Quinn doesn’t feel that way and I love her for it

The way Quinn slowly turns to face her... And Rachel says they don’t have to be enemies and Quinn can’t understand why Rachel would offer her a second chance... 

Quinn legit draws porn of Rachel it’s canon. I mean it’s fucked up but there are only so many reasons a person would do that

“I would’ve tortured you if the roles were reversed you know” “I know” And then the way she watches Rachel walk away... My HEART

Ken and Terri, the power duo of awful

“Laughing... Talking... All the stuff she never does with me” I hate it. They suck. Emma is a dumbass for agreeing to date a guy who she just genuinely doesn’t like and Ken’s just an ASSHOLE for bullying her into it

And now Ken’s about to propose because he’s being bullied into it. Why the fuck does this happen?

I don’t buy that Rachel took this long to berate all the girls for not prepping their mash-up harder after the boys killed theirs. She’d be right on that

Kurt I love the waistcoat and the bowtie but WHAT is happening on your ELBOWS.

You really wanted those guys in cornrows, Kurt? None of them have the length for it. ALSO I love that the exotic bird feathers thing comes back next season 10/10

F-ROD!!! GO OFF RACHEL!!! Even if Finn doesn’t know what half these words mean!

Rachel really wakes up with flawless hair, huh! And then she just... Does all that. She never stops being extra...

Did they just start walking in the opposite direction?

I feel like it’s dumb that Rachel doesn’t just tell Mr Schue that they all took pills, but it’s more in character for her to not waste an opportunity to perform anyway

Howard Bamboo,totally unqualified man who absolutely isn’t staff, is just allowed on campus to deliver DRUGS? HELLO???

Quinn only gets folic acid... And yet I’m pretty sure she manages to keep up with everybody else. HOW?

“What’s up with Ken?” [FRANTIC PAPER SHREDDING] 

I don’t care how married you are, no person should lick another person’s face

I can physically feel the awkwardness between Will and Terri. JUST DIVORCE ALREADY

Don’t like ya Will but you’re right, shit’s not healthy if there’s no space!

Imagine proposing in the staff room at work just because a random woman told you to

“Emma Pilsbury, this is not an engagement ring” “Oh thank god--” “No, I mean, it is” Just take the L, Ken

AND ALSO ANGELS!!!

Quinn’s so fucking concerned. I love this

I usually don’t like yellow clothes but these girls make it look so dang CUTE. More pastels plz

Again, I have no idea how pregnant Quinn is keeping up at all...

HALOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kurt’s wearing those blocky shades so the boys can’t see his betrayal

Where the hell did this mock-stage set up come from

“We came up with the idea together!” No... Will, that was Sue. Sue gave you the idea

Emma’s pretty much explicitly told Will she’s only marrying Ken because Will won’t be with her. EVERYBODY SUCKS

This argument between Terri and Emma is a nightmare. The most confrontational person VS the least... I’d fucking evaporate if Terri came at me like that

The way Emma’s voice shakes when she tells Terri that Will deserves better... Ouchie

Quinn is just adorable. Diana made this character, and she did such an amazing job... She’s more empathetic than she lets anybody realise

The fact that Terri won’t even help this TEENAGE GIRL pay for the baby that she’ll eventually adopt is a nightmare. Where do you expect her to get the cash from?

Wanting to get married without being married is kind of a mood... Secret marriage

BEING A PUSHOVER WHEN IT COMES TO YOU DOESN’T MAKE HIM A GOOD MAN

Finn and Rachel both realising they screwed up is perfect. 

Finn continuing to not know what any words mean is also perfect

This is a cute Rachel moment actually... Yes girl compete WITH your friends!!! You’re a team!!!!

Ahh, methamphetamines! That’s what it was. Yeah, fuck Terri

I’m still looking at Matt Morrison’s lips and trying to figure out if he’s had fillers. They just curl too far!!!

Mr Schue being called out for making things too competitive - fine, I guess. Bringing in SUE to rectify that...??? Hello? Figgins?

Those white jeans are a LOOK Kurt. He’s like a twink Steve Jobs rn

Britt and Santana’s little smiles at each other when Sue’s announced as co-captain... Hell yeah future wives

I’d like to think Will’s upset about Emma marrying Ken for the right reasons (i.e. Ken’s an asshole) but we been knew he’s not. He’s looking at her like he’s just been shot

AIN’T NOTHIN GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE! NOBODY GONNA SLOW ME DOWN! OH NO, I’VE GOT TO KEEP ON MOVIN!

I really just love how stupid this show is! It makes no god damn sense and I fall for it every time!

#Glee #Glee Season 1 #Rosie watches things and then says things about the thing

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THE FINAL GOOGLE FEUD - timestamps

That video was one of my favourites in a while so here are some timestamps under the cut

They’re quite Phil heavy... for some reason.

00:20 Dan advises we shouldn’t get up to anything we wouldn’t tweet. Phil disagrees and saying you ‘get up to a lot when you aren’t tweeting’ um... what things, Phil?

00:29 they’ve tucked their webcam on the tv away - They’re so into privacy. Not that they’re shouldn’t be, of course, it’s just an observation.

00:43 Phil sometimes runs through the lounge naked when he forgets a towel. I mean the bathroom is on another floor entirely Phil but... good to know.

01:00 Dan says “people aren’t going to delete their hard drives so what are they going to do with these recordings...” I mean, I know he’s talking about the recordings from Siri etc but I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of recordings Dan has on his hard drive he doesn’t want someone getting a hold of 

01:22 Crazy eyes Phil is in full effect in this video. They’re both a mess. I love them. 

01:31 not too crazy to forget getting that spon in though, are you Phil?

01:45 Phil’s northern ‘where my bloody phone’ is just lovely

01:49 Phil’s voice is a lil bit off-camera and I like it

02:03 Dan used to have dry skin, now it’s oily. I think it might be just age mate, mine used to be oily now it’s dry... these things happen. 

02:07 you ‘forgot’ did you Dan? Or maybe you’re not as up on your memes as your purport to be and had to look that one up

02:23 the ice cap was better. Thank you for an opinion, Phil. 

02:38 Dan doesn’t want one of the Try New Things t-shirts. I am disappoint. 

02:42 garbled amazingphilshop.com spon

02:46 I love it when they instantly know which song the other is going to sing and join in. Synchronised

02:54 Phil back with his nipple obssession

02:55 do they call it a Prince Albert in other countries? Do people outside the UK get that joke?

03:00 Phil is offended nipple isn’t included

03:10 “the dirty place” Oh, Phil. Come on. 

03:16 Ladydoor, really? I thought we got past this

03:27 Dan’s whiny little “you don’t deserve it” nice.

03:34 Phil dreams some weird stuff, and Dan is sceptical because he knows all of Phil’s family 

03:52 Phil thinks eyebrow piercings look pretty cool 

03:57 Phil is offended at the idea of people getting BOTH nipples pierced. apparently his nipple obsession only extends to one nipple at a time. 

04:20 Phil calls Dan out for not being cultured. 

04:29 synchronised rocking starts

04:36 synchronised rocking stops

04:49 The phone rings - Phil’s phone voice is adorable 

05:53 This entire section is pure GOLD - Why is Phil so flirty?

05:03 Phil’s “No I can’t, I don’t have legs” reminds me of interactions between @ineverhadmyinternetphase and @charlottekath for some reason. I am surrounded by adorkable nerds who are too cute for this world. 

05:13 them unspokenly knowing they’re doing best of 3 in rock paper scissors... just that long standing tradition going strong to this day. beautiful. 

05:19 Phil: Shall we do a mukbang instead of this video? (Not that I’m not enjoying this video, Phil. But Yes please eat your pizza and 10 thousand dips with us!)

05:32 How Phil managed to keep that white tshirt clean while eating pizza is beyond me. 

05:58 Phil: Men can be milked Dan: *oh-my-god-why-is-he-like-this expression*

06:14 Phil almost does that shoulder punchy thing he does to Dan

06:21 Phil back with the nipple talk - this time it’s about whales

06:27 Dan makes bull semen joke, Phil explains it away to simple kicking

06:54 no Capita£ester jokes because they are getting tired but, like.. Phil you are a millionaire.

07:05 I’m not sure what Dan is really trying to say here but lol for the extra spinning tour spon.

07:09 Dan guesses dog AGAIN. Also, ‘Same’ suddenly those pet play fics aren’t that far fetched huh? 

07:29 Dan is so done with this game 

07:41 Phil is starting to get annoyed - cute lil neck grab 

07:49 Phil has told the whole kid-drawing-hands story before, I’m pretty sure

08:08 Dan guessing dog pays off - Phil is not amused

08:25 even less amused that cat doesn’t work

08:40 - 08:58 Phil debates on whether to put sharks as an answer

09:12 Phil: “A tampon, see I said!” When? What did they cut out?

09:18 Why the eyebrows over shingles... what do you think shingles are, Dan?

09:28 Dan is done with this game again because it isn’t relatable to him specifically 

09:31 Phil gets it wrong again and head desks for the first time

09:36 I can’t help but think the Jestina thing started as something a little closer to home and Phil is in on the joke. Idk. Does Dan have an Aunt Jess or something? Also, why Peru? idgi

09:52 Phil’s expression on the “what?” is... idk. I liked it. 

10:02 finally Phil gets one right - Dan isn’t impressed

10:07 Dan, wtf is this accent?

10:14 Phil attempts to skip the question and cut it from the video. Didn’t work, did it?

10:20 Phil forgets the category they picked

10:28 Phil is surprised he is the only one in the world that hates cheese - hands in hair and on the back of his neck... I’m not ashamed to say I rewound this little bit. 

10:36 Phil is concerned this will be a bad video because they aren’t winning. Oh Phil, do you think people come here for the gameplay?

10:40 Lean in further Dan, I dare you

10:45 Dan intensely wants to know who this person is. Who is the person I don’t know Phil? Have you been speaking to other people without me there Phil? Who is it who is it who is it? Oh wait... someone hates Christmas? 

10:51 Dan with the accent again 

10:56 please stop dabbing. it wasn’t funny when you started and it still isn’t. sometimes I wish they wouldn’t latch on to every internet meme that children find funny tbh

11:04 I know that in your household spoon is used as a term of endearment and that has therefore left you a little confused but here in not-dnp land, people aren’t generally confused as to why they’re called spoons enough to google it. 

11:10 Phil is really losing the plot rn. More head-desk hide-in-tshirt combos

11:12 attempts to put his head directly in Dan’s lap

11:20 Phil writes ‘Dan sucks’ as an answer - why is this so cute? 

11:26 Don’t pretend you didn’t linger on that arm touch there

11:28 Dan being loud and Phil telling him to shush is my favourite. Also Dan actually looking chided and listening? Amazing. 

11:42 I’m going to kill you to death 

11:53 Phil’s face at getting the answer wrong looks so done. Why do I like this? Why... I have issues. 

12:10 I will never forgive them for the jump cut before Phil booping Dan’s face softly with his fist. never. 

12:16 They didn’t used to roughhouse this much did they? I’m almost used to it except that I’m not

12:22 Dan... why the accent? I know you’re trying to suggest the common google user is stupid and this is the voice you are using to express that but just... stop.  I just realised... it’s Jessica. He thinks the general google user is Jessica. 

12:31 Phil asking the questions we’re all thinking

12:44 Phil throws down the gauntlet

12:49 Phil knows what he’s done

13:04 Phil is mad and I am... into that? apparently?  - at least he’s courteous enough to be quiet about it unlike Daniel 

13:13 Why would I want to make someone cry? Jealous. Um, Phil, why would you want to make someone jealous? And why is that where your mind went first? 

13:23 they mock all of the vaguely sentimental answers just in case we think they might have googled them at some point. Protest too much boys? 

13:37 Phil is intense while Dan sings us a song from the ii playlist

13:41 you are children. 

14:00 smug Dan is smug

14:08 More angry Phil and I need a minute

14:20 Srs bsnss Phil is concentrating with everything he has

14:30 Yeah, I don’t really get that either, Dan

14:42 Phil loses. No more Google Feud. 

14:49 Phil stops the end screen to propose something crazier

15:10 Dan tries to wheel Phil out of shot again as is his go to move. But... I mean, did you notice he isn’t pushing on the chair? That’s just Phil’s knee. I felt like you needed to be made aware of that fact. Just... for reasons. 

15:20 Phil attempts to continue his all or nothing with a forfeit of licking something and looks around the room for something that he could lick as punishment... I could suggest something if you like, Phil. 

(At this point this video might have driven me a bit crazy) 

15:27 Phil head desks right on to Dan’s arm 

Blah blah blah end screen. 

#timestamps #dan and phil #dnp #I'm ill today and this is the first thing I've done that isn't laying still in the dark so apologies for the incoherency #also the times may be one or two seconds out