#join the dark side we have shitposts

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

Headcanon that you can always tell how seriously injured Crosshair is by how loudly he complains about it. There is so much youngest sibling energy in this man I’m telling you

Life-threatening wounds? Nah. He’s fine. This is fine. No he doesn’t need medical care he’ll walk it off. ‘Tis but a scratch. What do you MEAN stage three hypovolemic shock he’s FINE

Lightly whack him on the side of the head? He just turns into fucking Miette

#the black knight vs miette #the bad batch #tbb #star wars #tbb crosshair #headcanons #join the dark side we have shitposts

[cuddles-with-dragons]

so a bounty, Hunter, and a bounty hunter walk into a cantina

#shitpost #join the dark side we have shitposts #tbb hunter #the bad batch #cad bane #tbb omega #this doesn't end well

[brittle-doughie]

CRK Twitter is shitposting again. Also might be using a different writing format for these shorts lol

The six of you were all aboard the Red Velvet Dragon, there was a new movie playing very soon and you all have to get there before a large line forms.

You: *sighs*

This irritated Pomegranate Cookie, how dare Affogato Cookie keep her Master and Lord/Lady waiting.

Pomegranate: Where is Affogato Cookie? He’s testing me and my Lord’s/Lady’s patience…

Licorice: He said he had to do his makeup or something before we left.

Dark Choco: It’s been 15 minutes.

Pomegranate: It’s a simple movie showing, I fail to see the need to try and woo my Lord/Lady at this occasion.

This statement ended up just making Pomegranate even more irritated, the scowl on her face worsening. You could sense it, so you try to change the subject to something that needed to be addressed.

You: So why was it the Barbie movie again?

Dark Enchantress: It was done by the draw of a slip of paper in a hat…

You: And who placed that suggestion in there?

Pomegranate: ….

Dark Choco: ….

Licorice: ….

Poison Mushroom: Licorice Cookie, I saw you place it in the hat-

Licorice: WHA-NO! I saw you write it and put in the hat! Why would I want to watch a movie around Barbie?! PAH!

Pomegranate: Are you lying to them?

Licorice: I’m not, I SWEAR! Y/N Cookie, you believe me, right?!

You: I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Pomegranate: Be grateful for their generosity, Licorice Cookie.

Licorice: Phew…

Dark Enchantress: It’s rather unfortunate that Red Velvet Cookie will not be joining us.

You: The theater doesn’t allow pets, he’s not going anywhere without Chiffon. So Dark Choco gets his ticket.

Poison Mushroom: Dark Choco is back yaaaayyyy

Licorice: I still don’t get why it had to be the traitor prince himself though-AAH!

Licorice is spooked when Dark Choco Cookie brandished his sword in front of him.

Dark Choco: Watch your words…

Dark Enchantress: Oh hush with your arguing, remember who paid for these tickets..

Licorice: Me!

Pomegranate: You could barely afford your own, again it was the generosity of my Lord/Lady to pay for all of us…

Licorice: That’s 1/6th, still counts as a portion of it.

You: It’s nothing, you can pick up on a lot of coins if you know where to look.

Pomegranate: May I get the seat next to you, my Lord/Lady? Between you and my Master?

Pomegranate fantasized being seated between you and Dark Enchantress Cookie, she imagines as you wrap an arm around her to bring her close. She sighs contentedly at the prospect.

Licorice: I’ve worked hard, lemme get the seat next to them!

Pomegranate: What?

Poison Mushroom: You’ll sit next to me, Y/N Cookie, rrrright?

Dark Choco: Their soul is already corrupted enough, I will get the seat.

Pomegranate: Let a traitor sit next to my Lord/Lady? I will not allow that! My efforts far exceed your own, Licorice Cookie!

Licorice: You always get cozy with our Lord/Lady, it’s bad enough that you always seem to follow them around. Let me relish this.

Dark Choco: You two get to be around Y/N Cookie more often, this movie may be the only time I get to be close to them.

Pomegranate: I get the seat next to them and that is the end of the story.

Licorice: You wish!

Dark Choco: Stubborn fools!

Dark Enchantress: Enough, all of you!

Affogato: Apologies for being late, I had to make sure I look dazzling for the occasion. Especially when I’m seated next to my Lord/Lady.

Everyone: What?

Dark Enchantress: The seats are designated by the purchase and Affogato got the one next to Y/N Cookie. I’m not even seated next to them. A load of rubbish is what I’m seeing

The whole ride to the movies was Affogato, smug as a cat, cuddled to your side as he completely ignores the burning glares of 4 cookies, Poison Mushroom was just bummed out :(

#cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #cr kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #crob x reader #cr ovenbreak #pomegranate cookie #licorice cookie #dark choco cookie #affogato cookie #dark enchantress cookie #poison mushroom cookie

[theirmajestyfang]

Your majesty, sometimes I struggle to decide whether I want to be an extravagant villain or be seduced by one. It’s almost enough to make me want to tepidly join the Forces of Light for that nice corruption arc. That’s probably frowned upon, but if it plays out correctly, I could probably rope a few other heroes into said corruption.

Dear Ebi Furai No Shitpost, 

It’s completely understandable to want to be seduced by a villain. We are, of course, the most stylish, talented, and attractive lovers capable of being imagined. However, most villains would much rather date a fellow villain than jump through the hoops of corrupting a hero. You’d have limited success there.

Furthermore, there is a non-zero chance that the side of good will corrupt you. The Forces of Light may be full of blundering, cold-hearted sheep, but they’re so prolific for a reason- that being that they’re good at convincing people of their position. Only villains completely sure in their beliefs can safely spy upon the side of Good, lest they risk being ~shudders~ reformed. Besides, no one said you can’t have a corruption arc if you aren’t part of the Forces of Light. The Forces of Darkness corrupts plenty of civilians every day. 

However, if your will is strong, double agents are always in demand. Corrupting the heroes from the inside would be quite an ignoble deed, and we would be grateful for your work. But if all you want is a villainous partner, you’d probably prefer to stick to the local seedy taverns.

- Their Majesty

#evilcore #villaincore #evil overlord #Fan Mail #villainous advice

[bestiesenpai]

twitch streamer geto suguru

This is a thought that doesn’t just live rent free in my head oh no this thought is the landlord of my mind. Go read the shitposts I made about this, but technically you don’t need to for context. Femme pronouns

Looking at himself in the mirror, Suguru smiled widely. His costume was perfect for today's stream. He knew his fans would love it, they voted for his next one and were practically frothing at the mouth when he announced he’d be doing it.

“Babe, come in!” He called for you. You’d left the bathroom a few minutes ago and hadn’t seen him in the full outfit.

“Coming!” Your footsteps padded on the carpet and then you appeared in the doorway. “Looking good, Dabi.” You grinned, taking note of his lack of shirt and the pants hanging low on his hips. The only thing keeping him from looking like an off duty stripper was the jacket concealing just enough to not be too too scandalous.

“Oh Toga, you’re too kind.” He chuckled, looking at his makeup in the mirror. “You really outdid yourself with the makeup, ya know.”

“Thanks.” Twirling the skirt you had on between your fingers, you looked at yourself in the mirror. “I think I look pretty cute.”

“The cutest.” Giving your butt a squeeze, Suguru slipped past you. “I’m going to start the stream now.”

“Okay!” Giving him a wave, you went to another room to occupy yourself for however many hours he’d be busy today. You could hear the music he played at the beginning of his stream start to play, and you put on headphones.

“Hello everyone, it’s your favorite sexy cosplayer!” Suguru said into his microphone, smiling at all the comments that flooded in, all in shock of how good his makeup and outfit looked. “You like the get up?”

Hundreds and hundreds of comments flooded in all saying yes. Chuckling, he stood up and showed off his outfit to the camera. Letting his coat flutter open, he laughed at the many all caps messages saying how hot he was.

“Should I say something Dabi would say?” Tapping his chin, Suguru hummed for a bit. “If you’re trash, at least be kindling for my flames. How’s that?” A couple donations came in, all praising him for his good imitation.

Sitting back down, he set up the game he was going to play for the first portion of the stream: cooking mama. Reading out a few messages and thanking everyone over and over again, he started up the game.

In the room you were in, you could hear frantic laughter and crazed shouts from Suguru. He always got super into whatever game he was playing, playing up his reactions perfectly for the watchers. He often had to drink a warm cup of tea after a stream because he’d been shouting and laughing so much.

After an hour, you got a text from him, asking to bring him a snack. You hadn’t changed out of the outfit, promising to take pictures for his Instagram once the stream was over. Quickly fixing him a plate, you knocked on the door.

“Sugu, I’m here.” You tried not to speak too loudly in case he was talking.

“Oh everyone, my Uber eats is here, one second. I know, I know, I’m eating so early into the stream!” Chuckling, Suguru opened the door and smiled at you. “Hey delivery girl, you’re pretty cute.”

“Shut up.” You giggled, trying to push the plate into his hand.

“You know, you’re so cute my stream should see you!” He shouted, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into the room.

“Sugu!” You shouted, face flushing at suddenly being on camera.

“Sugu? I don’t know who that is, Toga.” Holding you more securely around your waist, Suguru tossed the plate on his desk and positioned you in front of the camera. “Look everyone, Toga joined me!”

“H-hi.” No matter how many times he made you appear on camera you were still a little shy. Gripping the edges of the beige cardigan you had on, you waved shyly at the camera. You could see the comments flooding by, ‘so cute!’ ‘couple goals!’ ‘I’m so jealous!’.

“Some of you were wondering why we aren’t wearing wigs too and to be honest this makeup took far too long to even fuck with a wig.” Suguru laughed, running a hand through his hair. “But I should tie it up, huh? It’s getting pretty hot.”

“I’ll help.” You always had a scrunchie on you for Suguru. He refused to use normal hair ties, citing how bad they were for your hair.

“Oh, it’s everyone’s favorite part.” He teased. Dramatically fluttering his coat to the side, Suguru dropped to his knees in front of you despite your flustered requests to just bend his head forward.

“You know you don’t have to do all this.” You muttered, ignoring all the horny comments in his chat. Suguru really knew how to play up his audience and make everything a clippable moment. He didn’t have thousands of subscribers for no reason.

“But Toga, I like it when you do it like this.” He whined loudly, smirking up at you and grabbing the edges of your cardigan. Laughing at the embarrassed noise you let out, he closed his eyes as you gathered his hair into a bun on his head.

“There you go.” Patting his shoulder, you helped him up. Trying to take a step back, Suguru caught you by the arm.

“C’mon, at least pose a little with me?”

“But I thought we were just going to do it for Instagram?”

“Where’s the fun in that? Just a little bit, promise.”

“Alright.” Moving into a better position, you threw your hands up and made the same gestures as the real Toga Himiko, cupping your cheeks and smiling up at Suguru just like you’d practiced. “Is this good?”

“Look at the donations baby, you’re doing great.” Giving you a quick peck on the forehead, Suguru thanked all the people donating. Getting into his position, he did a few poses as well. Only doing a few, he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you over to his desk, making you sit on his lap as he sat on the chair.

“There’s a few new subs, (Y/N), you should thank them.” Tapping the microphone softly, Suguru gestured for you to lean forward. Ignoring the chat all furiously typing that they wanted to sit on Sugurus lap, you looked at yourself on the monitor.

“Thank you everyone who donated and subscribed! You’re all so sweet and Suguru and I really appreciate and love every single one of you!” You had learned that script early on in Sugurus streaming career. It was heartfelt and true, and better yet you never stuttered over it.

Patting you on the back, Suguru turned off cooking mama and put on some background music.

“Toga, would you like to play a game?” He asked, making his voice drop a little.

“What is it?”

“I think you’ll like this game.” He smirked wickedly, his eyes darting to the camera and giving it a wink.

“Why’d you wink?”

“No reason!” Rocking back and forth, Suguru chuckled to himself. “Will you go grab the VR? It’s in the drawer over there.”

“Sugu, please!” You knew exactly what he was going to have you do and it was already making your heart race. You were still close to the microphone, and everyone could hear your pitiful whine.

“Hey don’t make those sounds, people have to pay extra for that.” Covering the microphone with his hand, Suguru pat you on the legs. “It’ll be a short one this time.”

“You say that all the time!” Throwing your head back, you got up from his lap and grabbed the VR headset, setting it up quickly.

“Now chat, you guys have been suggesting this game nonstop for (Y/N) to play and one of the mods sent me a copy, so now we’re going to play!” Suguru went on to show the game on screen, a horror game that had been trending recently. He’d brought it up to you in passing, asking what you thought of it and if you’d ever play it with him off stream.

“I hate it here!” You groaned, flipping off the camera as it was angled to capture your whole body. Neither the chat nor Suguru could hold back their laughs, and many donations were ringing in.

“Here, let me help.” Suguru stood and adjusted the headset on your face, putting the controllers firmly in your hands. Patting you on the head, he sent a thumbs up to the screen. “Let’s go everyone! And no one worry, (Y/N) has safety shorts on under the skirt, so if she kicks her leg like last time no perverts will see her bits.”

“That’s right!” You nodded in what you hoped was the direction of the monitor. You weren’t facing it before Suguru had put the headset on, so you had no idea if you were looking in the right direction.

“Starting now.” He announced, and the game started up on your screen. It was fine enough, chilling music playing in your ears at a low volume. “How’s the sound, (Y/N)?”

“It’s fine.” Nodding, you started a new game. “The graphics are really good on this so far!”

“That’s great.” Adjusting the microphone, Suguru could barely hide his smile. As the game started, you felt shivers roll down your spine. Little things slammed in your ears and your head whipped side to side.

“So this is one of those mission games? I-I can do it, no problem!” You breathed, jolting right after as something passed the corner of your vision.

“That’s the spirit!” Suguru clapped for you. “Chat believes in you as well.”

There were a few small jump scares, spiders and things chasing you that made you shout. As the game progressed, you were doing better than anyone thought you would.

“S-sugu.” You whimpered at a checkpoint, adjusting the controllers in your sweaty hands.

“Hm?”

“T-there’s a monster.” Pointing in front of you, you could see the thing staring at you from the end of a long, dark hallway.

“Aw, there is?” Suguru teased, looking at the screen. “We see it now.”

“Oh shit, it’s coming toward me.” Taking a small step back, you quickly ran your character away from it. Chase music sounded for a bit and your skin prickled at almost getting caught.

“Good job, you got away!”

“Mhmm.” Taking a deep breath, you continued on with the game, shouting a few more times at jump scares. Suguru hadn’t spoken in a while, just letting you play the game alone. The silence from him combined with the music from the game set you more on edge, and when a monster appeared, you groaned.

“Shit, shit- Sugu! A monster is chasing me!” This one was faster and much more terrifying than the previous one. Suguru didn’t offer any words of comfort and you almost yelled at him as you were running away. “Sugu, help, help, it’s gonna- ahhhh!”

“Ah!” Suguru and you screamed at the exact same time, but for different reasons. As soon as the monster grabbed you and screamed in your ears, jump scaring you on the screen, Suguru grabbed your sides in real life, making it feel even realer.

“No!” Screaming wildly, you leapt from his hold and fell onto the floor. Scrambling to take the headset off, your breathing was all over the place. “Sugu!” You nearly cried, heart beating far too hard. Suguru was bent over, laughing so hard he was silent.

“S-so-sorry!” He choked out, slapping his knee as he tried to regain his composure.

“You’re the worst!” Silly little tears misted your lashes and you put the headset on the table behind you and crossed your arms childishly. You were shaking from how much you’d been scared, and you could see some of the messages in chat laughing at you, telling everyone they’d clipped the moment to be shared later.

“C’mere.” Tugging on the back of your cardigan, Suguru cooed at you. “Toga, don’t be pouty.”

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Throwing your head back, you let Suguru wrap you in a hug but you didn’t uncross your arms. “Why do I have to play the scary games?”

“Because your reactions are better than mine. I don’t get scared like that.” Putting his head on your chin, he rocked you back and forth. “You did really good too, I bet this might get us a sponsor.”

Flicking him in the forehead, you tried to worm out of his hold but he kept a tight grip on you. You fought the urge to whine, knowing he’d just use it to his advantage.

“Let’s sit down.”

“No.” You tried to keep your feet firmly planted on the floor but Suguru wasn’t having any of it.

“Toga’s being stubborn!” He shouted to the chat. Bending his knees, Suguru dropped his arms to just under your butt and lifted you up.

“Dabi, put me down!” Squirming around was no use, but you knew this kind of reaction was great for the stream. Hitting him lightly on the back, you huffed when you were set down again and pulled into Sugurus lap.

“Look, you got chat all excited with your little act.” Pinching your cheek, Suguru smirked at you. “Hey (Y/N).”

“What?”

“Are you doing anything after the stream?” Grabbing your chin, he pushed your lips together, making you pucker a little. Staring at you for a beat, he let you go and laughed, sticking his tongue out at the camera. “I know you all are so jealous.”

“You shouldn’t be.” You quipped, grinning and laughing when he pinched your sides.

“Oh, they shouldn’t be? What about now?” Clearing his throat, Suguru put his mouth against his microphone and breathed lowly. “Thank you to all the bastards watching my stream, you’re so special to me. And a big thank you to my most recent sub, glitterkitty303, you’re the best baby.” His voice had dropped impossibly low, a voice he saved to fluster the hell out of you and get a few more bigger donations.

Breaking out into a smirk, he watched the chat roll by impossibly fast, all of the comments going insane, asking Suguru to say their username next and begging with donations for him to say something, anything, in that voice.

“How was that?” He asked you, looking at your flustered face on the screen. “How cute, you’re hiding your face.”

“Play the next game already.” Pushing his shoulder, you squeaked when he cupped the back of your head and leaned toward your ear.

“Chat, I want you to guess what I’m saying to (Y/N).” Pressing his lips against your ear, Suguru couldn’t hold back a little laugh at some of the messages coming in. “After this stream, let’s order pizza.” He whispered quietly, pulling back and patting your head. “Alright?”

“Alright.” You whispered, rolling your eyes at how embarrassed you still were.

“Good girl.” Rubbing your back, Suguru motioned off screen to another chair he had. “If you want, you can play the next game with me, we’re playing some Mario games next.”

After setting up for the next game and taking a short bathroom break, you were ready. The first game was mario kart, one you loved to play with Suguru because it meant nothing scary was going to happen.

“Ah shit, (Y/N) beat me again!” After doing four races and losing horribly on purpose, Suguru shook his head. “Alright guys, that’s it, my career is over. (Y/N) is taking over the channel!”

“Yay me.” You laughed, waving at the camera. “Hi guys, I don’t stream, so consider this channel dead.”

“Oof, so harsh.” Suguru gripped his chest, leaning back dramatically in agony.

After a few more rounds of mario kart and a couple other Nintendo games, you were finally allowed to leave with a cute wave to the camera and another round of thanking everyone. You were sweating bullets from the lights pointed at you and it felt good to finally be out of the room.

A few hours later, Suguru finished his stream and came to find you. He was obviously tired, stating that the two of you would just have to take the pictures before the next stream tomorrow. He often wore his costumes for at least a week, milking the reactions for all that he could.

“I never thought I’d see Dabi eating a pizza so savagely.” You chuckled. Suguru had demanded to order pizza before he washed off the makeup, he was too hungry to wait, and as soon as it had arrived he grabbed one of the boxes for himself and sat himself on the couch.

“Villainy is hungry work.” He grunted before shoving nearly a whole piece in his mouth. Grabbing your phone, you snapped a quick photo of him for your personal records and maybe a behind the scenes post for his Instagram.

You were still in your costume as well, prepared to take photos but now too lazy to change until after you ate. Suguru kept looking at you and grinning, taking quick glances at your legs before looking away.

“Why do you keep looking at me?”

“You’re just so cute dressed as Toga! And a couple people donated and asked if we would start an only fans. Seems I’m not the only one who likes the costume.”

“We are not making an only fans!” You laughed, shaking your head vehemently.

“Alright but can we take a few pictures not for Instagram?” He asked, sending you a wink. “I keep getting hard thinking about it.” He was completely serious but seeing your face contort in your embarrassment made him laugh.

“Maybe I should make an only fans and start charging you for pictures.” You teased back, nudging his shoulder. Suguru sneaked a kiss on your cheek and squeezed your thigh.

“You already know where my bank card is, go right ahead.” Keeping himself close to you, Suguru squeezed your thigh again. “Do you need a photographer, ‘cause I might know a guy…”

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[tetriquinn]

Dream SMP locations/moments/characters as their respective canon Homestuck songs.

/rp /dreamsmp (based on characters, not creators)

Source: I said so.

SUPER LONG LMAO

The links go with the descriptions above them. Mobile formatting makes the list really confusing. Sorry about that.

The entire SMP. I tried to assign this to a specific event but I couldn't. Eternity is just too powerful. It literally has the best moment in all of Homestuck music history. That kind of raw energy cannot be defined by a single event. [Eternity Served Cold] Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur joining - L'Manburg War

[Sburban Jungle]

Pogtopia/Manburg War

[Welcome to the New Extreme]

The First Disc War(s, if you include the other disc-related conflicts)

[Showtime - Imp Strife]

The first half of the Final Disc War

[You Killed My Father (Prepare To Die)]

The second half of the Final Disc War

[Showtime - Piano Refrain]

The Eggpire after Tommy died (Yes I know I’ve made this joke before shut up it was my best meme)

The Banquet. Before the... y’know... murder part.

Actually no, The Banquet including the murder part.

[Pumpkin Party]

Ghostbur entering the prison

[Love You]

Revivedbur exiting the prison (er, just kinda showing up where he died I guess

[Hate You]

Manburg Festival (October 16th)

[Harlequin]

January 5th (New L'Manburg Festival + Ranboo's Panic Room)

[Dark Carnival]

The period between Tommy's death in the Prison and Tommy's revival

[Heir Of Grief]

Ranboo & Fundy's ice cream shop; Niki & Puffy's flower shop

[Moonsetter]

Revivedbur and Quackity with the burger shops

[Beatdown]

Ranboo and Tubbo with the burger shops

[Candles And Clockwork]

Jack Manifold. Just. In general. (AND NO IT’S NOT JUST A SOLLUX JOKE YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I SAW ONE OF YOU FUCKERS MEDIA SHARE THIS ONE TO HIM LAST WEEK)

[La2t Frontiier]

That little arc where Tubbo was trying to be a detective instead of mourning the violent and brutal death of his best friend

[BL1ND JUST1C3]

Doomsday

[Even In Death - T’Morra]

What? You thought I was going to say Carne Vale? You thought Doomsday was [S]: Game Over? Amateurs.

When Dream and Techno inevitably break out of the prison because let’s be real that’s happening one way or another (bonus points if Techno finds out about Dream manipulating Ranboo and goes apeshit)

[Carne Vale]

My DSMP sona when she encounters someone who manipulated the kids

Las Nevadas/ Casino Q

[Black]

The Syndicate lmfaooooooooo (I’m only half kidding here)

[I’m A Member Of The Midnight Crew but it’s the nice a capella version that everyone likes because it’s objectively the best one]

That one time Tubbo finally went to visit Tommy in exile and thought he [S] Game Over’d himself

[Flare]

The stream where they created Church Prime

[Creata]

PLEASE let Tommy just go apeshit ONE time every time he does even one SMALL THING for himself the entire fucking universe turns on him please he deserves to let it all out and kick actual fucking ASS EVEN ONE TIME COME ON

[Valor]

Tales From The SMP/ Karl in General

[Temporal Shenanigans]

Karl’s karaoke nights (yes I know this one isn’t a canon song but it’s a mix of 3 canon songs plus Space Jam okay it counts)

[Slam Jam]

Anyone remember the Karl Reef?

[Fuchsia Ruler]

Wilbur turning a drug van in the woods into an entire country

[WV: Become the Mayor of Cans]

The Dreamon Hunters, my absolute beloveds. My favorite arc on the entire SMP.

[At The Price Of Oblivion]

Tubbo sitting over the remains of his country on L’Manburgian Independance Day earlier this month (yes I’m spelling it as “Independance” because that’s what their constitution said okay it’s their fault not mine)

[Three In The Morning Aftermath]

Tommy leaving Exile (or him being revived I guess idk)

[Savior of the Waking World]

If Sapnap ever DID ANY LORE COME ON MAN YOU HAVE THE MOST POTENTIAL HERE

[Time On My Side]

The big final battle against The Egg that we never got :(

[Battle Against an Unfathomable Enemy]

Enderwalk Ranboo it’s literally perfect

[Black Rose / Green Sun]

I don’t think I even have to tell you what this is for. Look at the title. You’ll know.(Dream in the Prison in case you’re seeing this way in the future and don’t have this context)

[Constant Confinement]

Ranboo & Fundy doing dumb shit together (the good ol’ days)

[Wacky Antics]

I could use this for an actual, plot-relevant location, but no their SCUFFED-ASS NETHER IT HURTS SO BAD PLEASE SOMEONE JUST FIX IT IT’S SO GARBAGE (except for the portal hub that looks really nice)

[Underworld]

Ranboo’s lil’ Ender particles (chat) jammin to fuckin’ Cabinet Man or some shit during lore

[Arcade Thunder]

Tubbo’s execution

[Trials And Execution]

Clingyduo when they actually get to fight/hang out together canonically

[Skiain Skirmish]

Revivedbur (yes I’m serious)

[Hardchorale]

Dream XD

(I FORGOT IT HAD THE FLOWEY LAUGH AND I GOT WHIPLASH WHILE TYPING THIS DUSIGYUSIHV)

[Lordling]

Dream getting posessed by the Dreamon and having to be exorcised (yeah remember that? Probably not.)

[Sunslammer]

The Inbetween and The Other Side fighting to get Karl to listen (Another one I’m pretty sure is canon)

[Derse Dreamers]

The final battle of the SMP. It’ll happen eventually. It can’t last forever, you know

[Rex Duodecim Angelus]

This went from a shitpost to a very long, fairly accurate (and fairly full of memes) analysis help I’m so tired.

Honorable mentions that I couldn’t add because they’re technically not canon songs:

Eret all the time

[Let Me Dance, Let Me Glisten]

The Eggpire just being able to understand The Egg (I say sarcastically, as if I don’t have this song written in a fictional language memorized)

[Futma Kul Shemtor (Hymn of the Horrorterrors)]

#homestuck #homestuck music #dream smp #dsmp #dteam

[thethousandyearwitch]

Divorce is worse the second time around

A shitpost fic you didn’t want and I didn’t want but my brain really did.

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It is a pleasant day for the Zodiacs, and they are getting ready to wrap things up for the day, blissfully unaware that they are going to be unwilling witnesses to Pariston Hills most recent breakdown in reaction to his impeding divorce.

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The day had gone by peacefully for Cheadle Yorkshire. She had finished a lot of stuffy paperwork for the zodiacs, brought a satisfying conclusion to arguments dividing the group, Netero was nowhere in sight to dump more work on them, and now she was preparing to wrap the meeting up, double checking her days schedule for any missed meeting points, blissfully sipping on some black tea.

“Well, I don’t see any more need for discussion, and I am sure we all have better matters to attend to, so why don’t we conclude the meeting for today?”

“Sounds like you specifically want to wrap it up quickly, Cheadle. Is her highness waiting for you?” Gel chuckled, teasing a slight blush from Cheadle’s cheeks with the implications of her girlfriend. She was right, but she didn’t have to say it in front of everyone.

Pyon looked up from her phone, “No matter the reason, I wanna leave as well. It’s been so quiet, if I don’t go now, I’ll take a nap right here.”

Cheadle dropped her cup, staring at Pyon with a mixture of shock and rage. “Why did you have to say that, Pyon.”

“Huh?”

The sound of distant footsteps could be heard.

“My next point of schedule is that no one is every allowed to say the Q-word again, everyone.” Cheadle buried her face in her open palms, painfully aware of what was about to happen.

Neither Pariston nor Ging had shown their faces the entire day. And there was usually a good reason when both nuisances were missing.

With a loud bang! the conference room doors blew open, and Pariston entered, sobbing and sighing as if his life depended on it.

Cheadle quickly tapped on her phone:

“Me @ C.<3: Meeting’s going to be longer today.”

Pariston sunk into his chair with a dramatic twirl, leaning back and covering his eyes with his arm. “Everyone, I apologize for arriving more than fashionably late today. However, I’ve been met with a personal tragedy, life ruining really, and couldn’t leave my home until now. I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t need your pity, and its oh too painful to even speak of!”

Silence befell the room.

Cheadle thought about just packing her things and leaving. Pariston was unmoving.

She exchanged looks with Pyon who started charging her phone with a power bank, in anticipation of a long night.

Cluck was the first one to break the silence. “Well, whatever, Cheadle you were sa- “

Interrupted by a sigh so loud and agonized that even creatures on the dark continent might have heard it. “Fine~ I can tell that all of you are just so on edge to know what could possibly shake me to my core like this!”

Pyon let her head fall onto the desk, defeated “We really weren’t- “.

“Ging handed me the divorce papers today. After all I’ve done for him! Sure, I put all his clothes in a trash bag and set it on fire, but what else was I supposed to do after he forgot laundry day for the third time, he’s never going to learn his lesson otherwise!”

“Wait, didn’t you get divorced 5 months ago?” Cluck asked, followed by a chorus of groans because she dared to entertain the drama king’s newest theatrical release.

“That divorce never got finalised after we made up during a passionate night on the beach.”

Kanzai felt himself puke in his mouth a little.

“And this morning I was expecting my daily espresso, but instead he just handed me divorce papers and left! The audacity to not even argue with me in public about it! He probably doesn’t even want to take custody of our kid this time either!”

“Your what?” Pyon looked up from her mobile version of PUBG.

“This time?” Cheadle chimed in, halfway through an astral projection into her home.

“During the last divorce I took custody, under the belief that he’d argue with me about it and we would have to go to court together, but instead the said ‘thanks’ and disappeared for 4 weeks!”

“That poor child.” Mizaistom added, secretly taking notes to inform child protective services, though Pariston lazily waved a hand, fake tears dried up.

“Oh, it’s all on paper. He lives with his aunt- or cousin? Ging is surprisingly vague when it comes to that, but at least most of the time he remembers her name.” He laughed, no one else joined him. “Ahem, the point being, this divorce I am forcing him to take Gon under his name, and he’ll see me and my new Armani suit in court if he refuses!”

He was finally sitting up straight, wiping the last few dried tears from his eyes. “Now, I don’t want to pull all of you into my complicated love life, so I am not asking anyone to take sides.”

A sigh of relief echoed through the room. No one wanted to be on either side.

Pariston leaned uncomfortably close towards Cheadle, voice barely above a whisper, “But I know no one here is a filthy Liberal, and would disregard my years long dedication to our organization~”

“Breathe into my general direction one more time and I am going to lobotomize you with my teeth.”

“Impressive!”

Cheadle forced herself to smile as politely as her remaining nerves granted her to. “If that is all, rat, I’m sure you’d like some time for yourself in this difficult time, so we really shou- “

The conference room doors flew open again, this time to a visibly agitated, and dripping wet Ging.

Pariston leaned over to Cheadle again, though he wasn’t breaking eye contact with his soon to be ex-husband. “I may have cut the breaks of his car in an emotionally upstirred fit, though I didn’t factor in water. Ging, did you take my dry-cleaning out of the car, that was quite expensive, you know?”

“I fetched it out of the water, don’t worry, and I was nice enough to throw it in and around your office. I may have knocked your computer off the desk in the process.”

“Wreaking havoc in my office without me? How disappointing.”

“I was thinking of you when I was kicking the door in.”

The air of the room had become uncomfortably stuffy, warm, and smelled of rotten fish.

The rest of the Zodiacs were desperately trying to look anywhere but the scene unfolding in front of them, and Cheadle got out her phone again.

“Me @ I. Netero: I want to leave the Zodiacs.”

Instant reply.

“I. Netero @ Me: No <3.”

When she looked up, Ging was sitting on Paristons lap, choking him while talking about redistribution of property during the divorce.

She rested her face in her hands, idly thinking about if she were to get a discount if she hired the same hitman for two murders.

#pariging #pariston hill #ging freecss #Hunter X Hunter #hxh fanfic #fanfiction #hxh #cheadle yorkshire #the zodiacs #brief intermission before i continue youtuber au

[chris-hartley]

Check-in tag

“Tagged” 😉 by @sam-giddings

If you wanna do it, say I tagged you. I’m just bored and feel like talking about myself so yeah

1.) Why did you choose your URL

2.) Any side blogs? If so, name them and why you have them

I have 7. @boom-butterfly-effect (my Until Dawn blog that isn’t a mess like this blog is), @little-hope-game (my dark pictures blog). a vent blog, 2 fiction character (aesthetic) blogs, a OTP centric blog and one that I made recently for literally no reason so… yeah

3.) How long have you been on Tumblr?

Well this blog has been around since June 27, 2018 (according to the email I got when it turned 1 lol). But tumblr in general I joined sometime in late 2012 or early 2013.

4.) Do you have a queue tag?

I do (but I don’t use it cause I don’t queue on this blog all that much) #taking queue to the bone zone

5.) Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Cause at the time I was in high school and all of my irl friends had it so I joined and then got SUCKED IN and CANT LEAVE. (Lol I just like that nobody I know irl- except for 1 person who probably won’t even read this- can see any of this stuff and I can actually be myself!)

6.) Why did you choose your icon?

Cause @sam-giddings DREW ME!!! And it looks amazing so it’s now my icon everywhere (literally).

7.) Why did you choose your header?

Fairly certain when I was making this blog I googled “gardenia blooming gif” and used it. Cause gardenia’s are my favorite flower and it looked cool.

8.) What’s your post with the most notes?

It’s a video I took at a Twenty One Pilots concert and it has 250 notes. Followed by this picture from when Rosie Joseph was born with 113 notes.

(I know… both of those are twenty one pilots posts and I am not a tøp blog but here we are)

9.) How many mutuals do you have?

32 but I think there’s some repeats 😅

10.) How many followers do you have?

200!

11.) How many people do you follow?

128

12.) Have you ever made a shitpost?

I feel like my whole #shut up McKenzie tag could be?

13.) How often do you use tumblr per day?

Too much. I cycle through my social media apps on a loop when I’m not at work so probably 10+ times a day

14.) Did you have a fight/argument with another blog? Who won?

The reason I’m so hesitant to do stuff on here sometimes 😅 one time I made a poorly executed joke and some people took it really out of context and I got hate messages and yeah. So there’s some people out there who think I’m a bad person and it’ll haunt me to the day I die.

15.) How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Makes me wanna reblog even less.

16/17.) Do you like tag/ask games?

Yes! I’m a narcissist at heart (regrettably) so I love any excuse to talk about myself.

18.) Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

@sam-giddings!!!! (Verify her @staff )

19.) Do I have a crush on a mutual?

Not anymore! That ship has sailed…

#long post #shut up mckenzie #tag game

[heavenly-roman]

Still A Better Love Story Than Twilight

Plot: Remy thinks Logan is a vampire. Logan thinks Remy is a dumbass. Somehow, they're both correct.

Warnings: vampires (and the Classic Allo-ness of vampires), very very minimal talk of religion

Pairing(s): losleep

Word Count: 1237

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Taglist: @shitpost-sides (legally speaking i must tag @sleepless-in-starbucks)

did a fic trade with @emo-disaster and they requested supernatural!losleep, so uhh,,, enjoy this fic with too many twilight references

(ao3 link!!!)

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It starts off relatively normal for two college students paired up for a project.

Remy Morpheus gets paired with Logan Berry, and he couldn’t be more ecstatic. The two have a few mutual friends, so Remy knows - Logan gets the job done, whatever it takes. Remy knows that, despite his insistence that a regular sleep schedule is vital, Logan rarely sleeps. Remy knows that Logan is basically a vampire.

Logan Berry gets paired with Remy Morpheus, and he couldn’t be more miserable. The two have a few mutual friends, so Logan knows - Remy slacks off as much as possible. Logan knows that, despite his addiction to coffee, Remy sleeps for at least ten hours a night. Logan knows that Remy thinks he’s basically a vampire. Logan also knows that, for once in his life, Remy happens to be right.

“Okay, so I think we should make a powerpoint, and - Why are you staring at me?” Logan looks up from his notebook to see Remy’s eyes peering over his second cup of coffee.

“Oh, nothing, you just look a lot more vampiric in person,” Remy shrugs.

“I’m surprised you even know that word,” Logan mutters, sipping his own coffee. He smirks when Remy makes an offended noise.

“I’d knock your coffee over if it wouldn’t pain me so much to do so,” threatens Remy.

“If you want me to function properly, you’d let me keep my coffee.”

“Thought you functioned on drinking the blood of the innocent?” Remy teases, earning a swift kick to the shin. Logan refocuses himself at the task at hand, signaling Remy to join him.

The pair stays at the cafe for quite a few hours, enough for the sun to go down and for the owners to politely kick them out. They’re walking back to their respective dorms, laughing and chatting when Remy smirks. “So, you made us stay there until it got dark because vampires like you can’t go out into the sunlight?”

“I’m not sure if you noticed, considering you're one of the most oblivious people I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting,” Logan starts, earning a slap on the arm from his offended classmate. He continues, “But I did make it to our destination in the sunlight. Also, you’ve been watching too much Twilight.”

“You’re just mad that Edward Cullen is way hotter than you.”

“Absolutely not, you heathen.”

“Jacob is hotter too,” Remy says, teeth chattering. Logan rolls his eyes and shrugs off his jacket, handing it to his companion.

At Remy’s bewildered look, Logan explains, “You need it a lot more than me, and I’ll be fine.”

Remy hesitantly takes the jacket, brushing his hand against Logan’s. “My god, Logan, your hand is… pale white and ice cold.”

“Was that another damn Twilight reference?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And your eyes change color, and sometimes you speak like - like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight. ... How old are you?”

Logan pauses their walking and fixes Remy with a glare. “I’m not finishing your quote, Remy.” He begins walking again, then pauses and looks back with confusion. “And why do you have that quote memorized?”

“In case the opportunity arises to make fun of your vampiric tendencies,” Remy shrugs. He pouts, “Pretty please finish the quote for me?”

“Remy.”

“Logan.”

“I will never, ever, finish that quote.”

“I’ll buy your coffee for the rest of our project meetings?”

“ Fine ,” Logan sighs. He gives Remy one last pleading look, and when Remy motions for him to speak, the vampire finally gives in. Mumbling, he says, “Twenty.”

Beaming, Remy replies, “How long have you been twenty?”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“A...A while.”

“I know what you are,” Remy moves towards Logan, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“That’s enough, Remy.” Logan pushes the taller student away from him, suddenly very nervous. He’s hoping he’s able to keep himself from being revealed this time, thank you very much.

“Damn, babes, why so defensive?” Remy asks, stumbling from the shove and holding his hands up in surrender. He grins, “Unless…”

“Remy, stop it.”

“It makes sense, you know.”

“Not now, Rem.”

“Your allergy to garlic.”

“Remy.”

“Your lack of sleep.”

“Remy Morpheus.”

“Your freezing cold body temperature.”

“Remy, that’s enough!”

If Logan’s booming voice wasn’t enough to shut Remy up, the shorter student pressing him up against a brick wall with fire in his eyes sure does the trick. Remy swallows hard, and he is quickly reminded of how damn gay he is. “It, um… it explains your - your, uh… your strength, too.”

Logan shoves him harder and Remy winces - the rough brick digging into his back through Logan’s jacket is unpleasant, to say the least. “Sorry, sorry!” Remy whimpers.

That seems to break Logan out of his haze, hands releasing from Remy’s jacket lapels. He backs up and shakes his head, as if clearing all thoughts from his mind. His breath is laboured as he says, “God, Remy, I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… hurt you.”

Remy pushes himself off of the wall and fixes his jacket. He mumbles a quick, “‘m fine,” before pushing past Logan.

Not wanting Remy to leave, surprising even himself with that revelation, Logan calls after him, “Say it.”

Successful to Logan’s plan, Remy stops in his tracks and turns around. “Excuse me?”

“Out loud. Say it.”

At Remy’s shocked smile, Logan finds himself free of regret -  approximately the opposite of how he thought he would feel. Remy continues the quote, “Vampire.”

Logan takes a step towards Remy, lowering his voice. “Are you afraid?”

Remy closes the distance between the two, laughing fondly, “Now who’s watching too much Twilight?”

“Still you.” Logan chuckles gently. “Answer me - are you afraid?”

“No.” Remy leans his head down, touching his forehead to Logan’s chilled skin.

“Then ask me the most basic question: what do we eat?” Logan moves his head down to Remy’s neck, grazing his teeth - no, fangs, Remy reminds himself - against his soft skin.

Remy shivers, once again glad that Logan lent him his jacket (of which he was absolutely planning on stealing). “You won’t hurt me.”

“No, I won’t,” Logan breathes against Remy’s neck. “I would never hurt you.”

“Okay,” Remy nods, jostling Logan’s place. He tilts Logan’s head up, looking him in the eyes. “One question, though.”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you actually sparkle in the sunlight?”

Logan scoffs and pushes himself off of Remy, walking away and shaking his head fondly. “No,” He calls behind him. “It’s more of a bad sunburn.”

“Boring.” Remy skips up to him, and they continue walking to their dorms. Remy, as stealthily as he can, slips his hand into Logan’s. Logan pretends not to notice. When Remy goes to remove his hand, though, Logan gives him a reassuring squeeze. “And is that why you denounce Christianity? Because of crosses, and holy water? What happens if you get splashed?”

“Precisely. It’s much easier to excuse my aversion to the religion on science than the true reasons. As for being splashed, I’d get really bad burns, reminiscent of chemical burns.”

“And you really can’t have garlic? So no italian food?”

“I can, but that comes with burns as well.”

“Your food must taste horrible.”

“You forget what I eat, Remy.”

“Oh! So no italian chefs, then?”

“Remy, shut up.”

“It was just a question!”

“... No italian chefs.”

#losleep #vampire!logan #logan sanders #remy sanders #vampire au #college au #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #sleep sanders #logic sanders #bennie’s books

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

I can't look at this:

Without seeing this:

#good omens #gomens 2 #good omens 2 #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens memes #join the dark side we have shitposts #anthony j crowley #go2

[cuddles-with-dragons]

#memes #join the dark side we have shitposts #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #the clone wars #star wars memes #shitpost #funny shit

[whatissleepeven]

Evil Within Shitpost (Feat. Deanobeanoqueero)

It’s-...

It’s exactly what you think it is-

My bro @deanobeanoqueero is the one who got me into this series, and also finished streaming Evil Within 2 for me today. I had a lot of laughs and scares with you Dean, and I just want to say thank you for the wild ride!

(*Slaps roof of this post* this bad boi can fit so many JOKES)

Dean and Sleep’s Happy, Sunshine, Flowery Day With the Bois (Now Comes With Rainbows!)

“We’ve received a distress signal from Beacon Hospital. We’re en-route; ETA five minut-”

“Dean, bro, we’re almost there you can silently thirst for Joseph once we’re out of the car-”

The beginning cut-scene is supposed to be dramatic, but for the two rookies it’s just Sleep teasing Dean about simping for Joseph and Sebastian

Sebastian’s just trying to guess what might be happening so they can go in with a few ideas, and the absolute tomfoolery happening in the back is ruining the atmosphere

Sebastian sighs. “Can the peanut gallery pipe it down back there?”

Dean winks at him in the rear view mirror, not once missing a beat. “I don’t like peanuts, but there’s one half of that word that I certainly do like~”

Joseph nearly chokes at Dean’s words. Kidman turns to the side to stare out the window, raising a hand to hide the growing smile on her face.

“...Peas.” Dean clarifies, although the smug grin on his face spoke a thousand words. “I meant peas. I like peas. Get your heads out of the gutter, would you?”

They’ve all been working together for nearly a month, Sleep and Dean knowing each other for even longer (about three months). This sort of banter was familiar to the five of them, but-

“WE’RE HEREEE- Oh my good fuck.”

They all hop out of the car, staring up at the hospital. Dean’s scoping out the area, Kidman and Joseph are discussing something in hushed voices, Sebastian’s making his way towards the steps, and Sleep-

-is still by the car.

She laughs nervously. “With how hard this rain’s coming down, this place looks kinda...ominous, don’tcha think?”

Sebastian’s withering look makes her gulp. “It’s too late to turn back now.”

“Sleepus.” Dean says as he reappears, slapping her on the back and getting her to stumble forward. “All five of us are finally on a case together. Let’s just go in, hope nothing steals our toes, and get out so we can play that ghost game we bought.”

Sleep nods. “You’re right...FOR THE GAME!”

“Kidman, stay out here. You’re our backup.” Sebastian commands, removing his gun from its holster. “Joseph, Dean, Sleep, you’re with me. We watch each other’s backs in here.”

All three of them nod their heads, hands hovering over their respective weapons.

Sebastian opens the door. Suddenly, a high pitched noise reverberates throughout the hospital, and soon after darkness quickly overtakes them all...

Inside of STEM

Sebastian comes to with a groan, quickly finding that he’s hanging upside down.

He twists his head to either side of him, seeing the other (really, really dead) bodies tied up in the same manner. “What the-”

“-actual-”

“-fuuuuuck...”

Sebastian nearly yells once he hears the other voices. To his left hangs Dean, the rookie taking in his whereabouts with an equally analytical and disgusted look in his eyes. Further down is Sleep, swearing up a storm under her breath as she tries (and fails) to cut her rope.

“Oh this is not a vibe, bois.”

Sebastian shoots Dean an incredulous look. “Now’s not the time for-”

The butcher walks by them all, going for a- oh that’s a writhing body on a chain, how did they not notice that before, and now-

-Now it’s a non-writhing body on a chain, the sounds of a blade slicing flesh filling the air as something wet splatters against the floor. Heavy footsteps pass by them, and Sebastian tilts his head back to see a...a thing dressed as a butcher cutting up a slab of meat on the table.

Sleep swallows harshly. “Ahaha...yummm, ham...”

Dean chuckles weakly, a hand reaching for his combat knife. Sebastian would’ve smacked his own face if the sound wouldn’t alert the crazy monster in the next room.

Out of everyone he could’ve gotten stuck with...

He cuts himself free once the butcher leaves, dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes. He staggers a bit as he stands up, the blood rush temporarily distorting his view, and quickly gets to work on Dean’s ropes.

Dean drops to the ground much like Sebastian did, except unlike the experienced detective he had someone to catch him. 

The rookie smiles up at him. “Thank you, Sebastian.”

“You’re welcome. Can you stand?” Sebastian sets Dean down once he’s sure he’s okay, cutting Sleep’s ropes with no remorse as she plummets to the floor.

She immediately stands back up, unfazed. She jabs a finger at Sebastian, eyes narrowed. “Is this payback for eating your gummy worms the other day?”

Sebastian moves past them with a crouch, swiping the key card from the other room. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The two also drop to a crouch, following him towards a red door to the left of the hanging bodies. Heavy footfalls start growing louder, prompting them to get through the doorway as quickly as they could and shut the door behind them.

“I was hungry! You were like “Sleep; don’t eat the packing peanuts!”, and I was digesting myself, what else was I supposed to do?!” She whispers harshly as he opens the door. Sebastian gets the sudden urge to bang his head against a wall.

They all ascend the staircase, unaware of the horrors they would face...

Dean would sometimes miss all of his shotgun shots. It didn’t happen often, but he always took a second to lament his gun afterwards while Sleep patted his back

Sebastian leads the way. If there’s danger, he’d rather run into it first than Dean or Sleep

Explosions are Sleep’s jam. Th-...That’s it, send tweet.

Dean is the master of sneaky-sneaking. He always finds hidden items and ammo, pointing out little gems like a Bioshock figurine. 

“My sneaky little gremlin hands are gonna steal all of your stuff~!”

The ragtag group’s first exposure to Ruvik begins (and ends) with Sleep insulting him. “Look, I get he wants to make like My Chemical Romance and join the Black Parade, but he clearly got the wrong memo with how much white he’s wearing.”

Long walks usually end up with Dean singing a song. A favorite is “Country roaddddd, take me homeeee, to a plaaaaace, I belonggg!”

“-WEST VIRGINIAAAAA”

The two hang onto each other like they’re in a drama film, extending their arms out towards an unseen sunset. It’s very wholesome and sweet and pure.

Sebastian wants to slam his head against a wall.

Sleep whispers the Mission: Impossible theme whenever they’re sneaking up on enemies

Dean starts singing in a panicked tone whenever there’s a high-stress situation. “AHH, I love running from zombies with my brooOOOOoOoOS..!!”

Code phrases

To release tension, Dean and Sleep say “Number 15: Burger King-”

“Don’t you dare,” Sebastian cuts them off with a hiss as they sneak around a zombie wrapped in barbed wire.

- They do it anyways

They get chased

Dean likes the Lady In Red. She’s terrifying, but she’s cool despite wanting to yoink your toes!

Sleep likes the Keeper the best. He has a safe for his head; that’s awesome!

Meeting up with Joseph = immediate simp on Dean’s end

Dean likes to share theories with Joseph, helping him work on opening doors and solving puzzles. Sleep wanders around the room in that time, poking fun at Sebastian.

Dean + Sleep = Lore Goblins, the Goblins of Lore

Dean really helps keep Joseph’s suicidal ass alive and in check; also calls him Jo Jo when he wants to get his attention

Sleep does her best to protect Leslie because he’s babey

Sleep repeatedly says “I will never financially recover from this” when something goes wrong

Dean counters with “I will never emotionally recover from this” once Kidman shoots Joseph

Oh look, Ruvik’s coming to attack them in his manor? Sebastian is tense as he dodges, but Dean and Sleep-

“No no, don’t touch me there; this is, my No No Square. No no-”

“Dean, Sleep, what the fuck are you two doing-”

Once they manage to defeat Ruvik, the trio stumbles out of the hospital and immediately go back to the office to play Mario Kart (Sebastian was forced to go)

They purchase a book called How To Deal With Trauma: For Dummies and sit in a circle and read it

#us in this game would be so hilarious and so fucked #our quotey fingers are actually just quotey quotes and we're driving Seb insane if STEM hasn't already #long post #evil within #sebastian castellanos #joseph oda #juli kidman #the evil within ruvik #ruben victoriano #this shitpost is dedicated to one of the greatest friends I have #dean bro I love you and thank you for this experience #evil within spoilers #I had to sneak in a Juicy reference too #oh wow this post is long

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

One Day

Pre-serum! Steve Rogers x Mexican!Reader

A/N: commission for the amazing @reina-shitposts​ (im so sorry it took forever to post.)

Summary: While your parents are away at work, Steve joins your sisters and you for dinner.

The kitchen smelled like frijoles and arroz, the area surrounding the stove was warm as you walked in to gather plates and cups for dinner. Your parents were working late again, and it was your job as the oldest of three to prepare the meals and make sure everyone behaved – it was a curse and blessing. The curse was that you were held responsible for anything and everything that happened while they were away from the apartment, the blessing was that it meant you could have anyone over for dinner if it pleased you – and tonight, once again, a special guest was coming over. 

Nina, one of your younger sisters, walked in, a book in hand. “Y tu novio?” 

“He is not my boyfriend,” you scolded, telling her to put away the book. “It is rude to read while we eat.”

“It’s rude to have strange men in our house, Papa would not approve.”

Turning off the stove, you looked at Nina, hand on your hip. “I’m twenty years old, I have my own job and one day I’ll move far away from you. But for now, what I say goes, okay?”

Your sister smiled sweetly at you and you knew what she wanted; rolling your eyes you sighed and told her to fetch your handbag from your room. “I will give you enough to go to the cinema, but that’s it.”

“Fine by me.”

Watching as she skirted out the kitchen, you yelled for her to get Maria washed up for dinner. “Wash your hands too!”

She shouted back something you could not understand as a sharp knock came from the front door; your heart leaped as you took off the apron from around the new dark blue dress you had bought with last week’s paycheck, the little you had left after helping your parents, and rushed to get the door. Taking a deep breath, you opened it up to see your long-time neighbor, Steve Rogers. 

He was a stringy little fella with the greatest blue eyes you had ever seen – who was wearing brown slacks and a white button up, a few books in hand and a small arrangement of flowers in the other. He grinned as you asked him to come in, closing the door gently as he walked in, turning nervously and holding up the flowers.

“I got these for you, Bucky helped me picked them out.”

You reached for them, fingers touching his as you thanked him. “They are so pretty; I should put them in water. My mom has an extra vase under the sink, they will look so nice on my bedroom window.”

The mention of your bedroom made Steve blush and you grinned, motioning for him to follow as you walked into the kitchen.

 He whistled and exclaimed how good it smelled. “You’re a great cook, any man would be lucky.”

Laughing, you explained that you liked cooking and did it for fun. “I wouldn’t want to marry someone who just wants me for my cooking.”

“Oh, no, no,” Steve backtracked, eyes wide as you pulled out a vase from under the sink. He nervously brushed away hair from his forehead and you laughed, explaining that you were just teasing him. He sighed in relief and apologized. “You – you have many attributes that would attract any man.”

His words were firm and sincere as he stood there, a good deal shorter than you – skinny and constantly ill, he was what the world would call fragile, but you saw beyond the layers. You saw the braveness in Steve’s eyes, the kindness in his laugh and his ability to see a person for who they were and celebrate their differences from him – it was hard being a Mexican family in this city, let alone the only one in the whole apartment complex. You noticed the dirty looks and assumptions, but it was Steve and his mother, Sarah, who welcomed the lot of you with open arms and it had been like that for years now. 

“Steve!”

It was Maria, your six-year-old sister; she rushed the man and tugged at his sleeves, begging him to take a look at his new baseball you had gotten her. Steve grinned and took the ball, tossing it up in the air a few times.  “Let’s take this ball out tomorrow, yeah? We can see how high it goes.”

The little girl agreed, and Nina stood there, eyes on the books Steve had in his hand. You could see the curiosity in her eyes as she turned her head to the left, hoping to catch the titles. Steve noticed too and held them up. 

“I picked these out for you, the bookstore had a great deal.”

Nina’s face perked up and she walked over to Steve, taking the books when he handed them off. You leaned against the counter and watched as she squealed in excitement, explaining that she had grown tired of reading the same old books.

“Thank you, Steve! I told my sister you weren’t so bad, I’m right!”

“Nina!” You yelled; eyes widen in disbelief. Steve looked over to you and laughed, his mouth pulled into a great teasing smile and you looked away, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks – he did that to you, made things stir inside and by the way he blushed, you knew you did the same to him.

Clapping your hands, you got everyone’s attention and felt Steve’s eyes still on you. “Dinner is ready, everyone take a seat, and Nina.” the young girl gazed up at you, books in hand. “You can have one book at the table, only one.”

This time you winked at Steve, who blushed again but walked over to you, taking the space up next to you. The two of you watched, backs leaned against the kitchen counter, as the two children settled at the table, Maria’s legs swinging as she held the baseball in hand and Nina, across from her, already reading the first page of the novel of her choosing. Most nights, it was just the three of you, but it seemed every time Steve came over for dinner, the kitchen felt warmer than ever. 

“This is nice,” he whispered, eyes diverting up to yours; that’s when you felt his knuckles brushing against yours and it was the sincerest feeling you had ever felt – it was the feeling of love blossoming and you knew then that this was the future you wanted with Steve, and no one would ever take that from you.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, shifting your hand to grab his. He held it tight and you gave it a squeeze. “This feels really nice.”

….

The morning sun broke through the sheer white curtains, warming the side of your face up. Opening your eyes, they went to the vase on the desk that stood under the window – the flowers Steve had gotten you last night were still glowing, and you felt a lightness in your chest. Your gaze moved to the left to the framed photo of your brother, Alberto; he was so handsome in his military uniform, he had enlisted a few months ago and besides the letters the family got every few weeks, there was no way of knowing how he was. Everyone in the family feared one day a knock on the door that would bring terrible news, so everyone kept busy – that was the way you all were dealing with his absences. Saying a whispered prayer for Alberto, you got up from the bed and began to get ready for the day – it was your day off and you planned on meeting Steve outside the complex building, the two of you were going to the cinema. 

You got dressed in a simple light green dress with some matching loafers, then walked into the living room to find the house quiet – the girls were at school by now, your parents usually dropped them off before heading to work. The apartment was quiet and nice as you tidied up a bit before grabbing a coat and your bag, heading downstairs to meet Steve. 

He was outside, hands tucked into his slacks, looking nervous as his eyes followed those who passed by the building. You watched for a moment before tapping his shoulder, laughing as he turned around with great relief on his face – he closed his eyes when you leaned down to kiss his cheek and asked if he was ready. 

“Always,” he whispered, motioning for you to lead the way. The two of you walked side by side, the cinema was only two blocks away, but your footsteps were slow and deliberate – you liked to cherish every single second you had with Steve. You listened as he talked about trying to get enlisted and how he failed. “Bucky left last week, I just wanted to join the fight.”

“I understand,” you said, stopping next to a bakery. Steve stopped too and blushed when you reached down for his hand, holding it tightly. “This is selfish, but I have to say I’m glad you are here. Alberto left and I fear for him every day, I cannot imagine you leaving me too.”

Steve’s eyes softened and he gave your palm a squeeze back. “I wouldn’t want to leave you.”

“Good,” you laughed, not letting go of his hand. “Shall we go see a film now?”

The two of you did and inside the theater, side by side, you held hands in the dark. Steve’s fingers were long and gentle, warm against yours as the movie flickered in front of you. Afterwards, you held his hand as you exited the playhouse and started toward the corner diner; tucked in a back booth, the two of you ordered shakes and fries, holding hands across the table and ignoring the rest of the world.  Once you were full, Steve walked you to the local market – you had to pick up some ingredients for dinner. Inside the market, he held the basket for you as you added things you needed and once you got back to the apartment complex, Nina and Maria were outside, home from school. 

“Steve!” Maria was the first to run to the man, grabbing his hand as the two of you walked toward the stairs that lead up to the second floor. She was going on and on about the mean boys at her school, and Steve listened until she asked what she should do.

“I don’t like bullies,” he reminded her, kneeling beside her. You watched as he shuffled the brown grocery bag from one arm to the other and placed a hand on her shoulder. “We don’t let anyone push us around, we fight for what’s right.”

Maria gazed up at you and you nodded. “Steve is right, you need not back down from bullies. Show them how strong you are.”

She nodded and Steve got up, turning his attention to Nina. He asked her about the book she was reading, everyone following you up the stairs as you listened to them ramble on about the story. It seemed like everyone was talking at once as you got to the front door of the apartment; you unlocked the door and swung it open, telling the girls to get in. They both ran in and you held the door closed a bit to give Steve and you some privacy.

“I better get dinner going…”

“No worries,” Steve laughed, handing off the bag. “I had fun today.”

“Me too,” you whispered, hating the feeling of hiding him. He was such a good man; you knew your parents liked Steve but weren’t sure how they would feel about the two of you pursuing a relationship. You wanted to invite him in and were about to when the two girls screamed – Steve and you gave each other a panic look before running into the apartment. When you walked in, you nearly dropped the grocery bag in your hand because your parents were standing in the living room with Alberto.

Tears sprouted from the corner of your eyes as you ran into the arms of your older brother, who held you tight. Your mother was crying, and your father stood proud, as the two of you pulled apart and you asked what he was doing here.

“I’m on leave, for a week. I wanted to surprise you all.”

The two of you hugged again before Alberto eyed Steve, who was standing near the open front door. He looked a bit nervous, but Alberto removed his arms from around you and nodded to him.

“Rogers, what are you doing here?”

“He always comes over, he likes Y/N’s cooking,” Maria beamed, not realizing what she had done. Nina elbowed the little girl, but it was too late; the cat was out of the bag. You left your brother’s side and stood in front of your parents, standing strong as you looked over your shoulder to Steve.

“Please do not be angry,” you pleaded, reaching for your mother’s hand. Her face was tensed but you knew she was the one that would break easier. “I care about Steve and yes, he comes over occasionally, but Nina and Maria are always here.”

“That’s not the point,” your father said, sighing. He looked over to Steve and gave the young man a sympathetic smile. “Whatever is going on between my daughter and you, ends now. It’s not right.”

“Father,” you argued, casting a glance to your mother for support. But all she did was take the bag of groceries from your hand and call the girls to the kitchen with her. “You can not be serious. I’m a grown woman, I can make my own life choices.”

“What will people say? When the two of you walk down the street together, what would they think? I don’t want you to go through that.”

Unable to comprehend what he was saying, you held back tears and looked to Steve, who straightened up and stared at your father.

“I mean no disrespect, sir,” he said, stepping further into the living room until he was standing next to Alberto. “We walk down the street together just fine.”

The rebellion tone in his voice made you smile, and you watched as Steve stood taller than he had ever. Your father stared back at him and for a moment, you were afraid that this would all end; no more dinners with Steve and suddenly, the little future you dreamt of with Steve seemed to be slipping away until Alberto cleared his throat.

“Dad, come on,” he grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “We’re at war, isn’t life hard enough? Let the kids have their fun, and hell, if it ends in marriage our family will only get bigger. Plus, our little Y/N would be so lucky to catch a fish like Rogers, I never heard of a man who's gone through so much trouble to enlist.”

Alberto looked to Steve and whistled, patting him hard on the back. It nearly sent the man flying and even your father broke a smile. “They were fools to reject you, you’re a good man, Steve.”

You glanced over to your father, seeing his body relaxed and his arms drop from his chest. He sighed and shook his head, pointing a finger at you then Steve. “Know this, society might not accept this – if you marry and have children, they might be looked upon with judgement…just know, in this family none of that will matter.”

Your heart raced as Steve reached out a hand to your father, thanking him for his blessing. “I promise all my intentions are good.”

The two men shook hands and Alberto laughed, pushing you toward Steve, who caught you by the hand. Your father grinned and called to your mother, who apparently had been listening, along with your sisters, to the whole conversation – they were all smiles and Maria ran straight to Steve, asking if the two of you were going to get married. Steve blushed but gazed over to you with nothing but love in his blue eyes and he shrugged to the little girl.

“Maybe one day.”

His answer rang in your heart, because one day, whenever it may come, was all you would ever need. 

#pre-serum steve #steve rogers x reader #pre-serum!steve x reader #stever x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #steve rogers #pre serum steve

[spookyold-saintjm]

Snow Storm

*throws handkerchief across the room* fucking HELL I miss Eric so much because it’s around that time of year when we first met him and I want to know if he’s okay. Anyways here’s a little holiday-themed fluffy something I wrote based on a shitpost brain dump I had a few days ago. This one’s dedicated to @aheistwithyaboi

Eric Derekson x reader

Warnings: None other than Eric being too good for this world (fluff)

Word Count: 1,875

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“Uh…oh, no.” 

You were in your kitchen, finishing putting away the dishes you’d used from dinner with your boyfriend. He had stepped away into your living room to check the time on his phone when you heard him utter an exclamation of concern. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, stepping into the room as you finished drying off the last of the dinner plates. 

Eric’s back was to you as he looked out the window that faced the street outside your third floor apartment. 

“I-I opened the blinds to look at the snow…” he started, his voice getting quieter as you neared him, “and, well…” 

“Oh, wow.” You were staring out at the scene that had Eric so worried.  

The snow that had been falling slowly and steadily throughout the day had transformed into a full-blown snowstorm, so much so that it was difficult to see out the window at all. The sidewalks and road were buried, and the trees and rooftops of the buildings across the street were covered in a thick blanket of white.  

“It wasn’t supposed to get this bad, was it?” Eric asked, quickly pulling up the weather app on his phone and scanning the info on the screen. You peeked over his shoulder on your tip-toes to follow along, surprised to find that the forecast called for the snow to not let up for a good portion of the night. 

“It must have changed when we started making dinner,” you offered, thinking back to how much more calm the skies were when Eric had arrived just a few hours before.  

“Yeah…” he replied slowly, sheepishly turning to face you. You could sense him getting anxious—the stiffening in his posture and his hands suddenly shoving into his black pants pockets a dead giveaway. 

“I’m not letting you try to get home in this weather,” you assured him. “You can just stay here for the night.” 

His eyes nearly popped out of his head, and you couldn’t help but grin at his stunned reaction. “R-really? Are you sure? It’s only a few blocks… 

You leaned in to lightly kiss his cheek, unable to contain the giggle that had built in your chest. “You’re ridiculous. Of course it’s okay. We can watch one of those movies we were talking about last week!" 

He let out a light sigh, nodding at you with a small smile and a tint of pink in his cheeks. “O-okay…that sounds nice.” 

Shortly after the two of you were on your couch, sharing a heavy plush blanket Eric had gifted you for your birthday. The glow of candles throughout the room took the place of any of the other lights in the apartment, just in case the power went out in the midst of the storm coming down outside. The chocolate chip cookies you’d put in the oven to bake after dinner were now ready and sitting on the coffee table across from you, and you’d both been happily enjoying them as you watched an old Christmas cartoon that Eric had never seen before. 

You were much more interested in Eric’s reactions to the movie than you were in watching the movie itself; he was fully invested in the animated characters that danced along the screen. Your heart had never felt warmer at the sight of his eyes attached to the screen with his knees tucked into his chest underneath the blanket. He turned to you with a wide grin when the movie was over. 

“That was GREAT!” he exclaimed as you took a cookie from the plate, then offered him the last one. He gladly took it as you settled back onto the couch. 

“I can’t believe you’d never seen it before, it’s still one of my favorites,” you said, leaning in slightly more towards him. 

“Yeah, well, my dad never really let us watch that stuff…” he replied between bites. A small shrug lifted from his shoulders and he didn’t quite meet your eyes when he added, “But I’m...I’m glad I got to watch it with you.”  

You softly rested your head on his shoulder with a smile. “Me, too.”  

You both finished your cookies, and the huge yawn that escaped from you shortly after was all the signal you needed to know that it was time to get ready for bed. 

“I’ll be back in a couple minutes,” you told Eric, before walking into the bathroom down the hallway, after grabbing a comfy sweater and pair of shorts from your bedroom right across the hall. You washed your face and changed into the new, more comfortable clothes, then strolled back out into the living room, where Eric sat still wrapped up in the blanket.  

Shit. Now you had to figure out where he was going to sleep. Although you’d taken short naps on your couch before, it most definitely wasn’t comfortable for a full night’s sleep.

“You can sleep in my bed tonight,” you offered, not bothering to dance around the topic. Eric jumped a little at your sudden entrance into the room, and when he processed the words he shook his head. 

“No, no it’s okay! Really! I’m just fine right here!” he started to pick up the couch pillows you’d put in the floor while you were both sitting there, and tucked them into the opposite end of the couch he was sitting on. “See?” 

“Eric, you would be so uncomfortable! Really, I mean it. I don’t mind.”  

“I—I couldn’t take your own bed from you!” he replied, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. You considered this for a moment. 

“Well…would it make it better if you just joined me?” You asked, but immediately regretted the word choice when the color drained from Eric’s face as froze in place and stared back at you from across the room like a deer caught in head lights. 

You shook you head. “I mean, not like that—“ You alternatively felt heat rush to your cheeks as you waved your hand dismissively. “I mean, that way it’s a win-win. I’m not put out, and you can actually rest a bit...I know you’re tired.” 

“O-oh……” he replied quietly, his eyes sliding away from your gaze and to the floor. “I, uhh, I guess—I, yeah, yeah. That sounds, ah, good.” 

“Good,” you nodded. “Well, whenever you’re ready.” 

You turned and walked back into your bedroom. You pulled back the covers in your king-size bed and grabbed an extra blanket to lay on top, since it was getting colder by the minute. You had a battery-operated light on your desk that you chose to use to illuminate the room. You climbed underneath the covers at sat leaning against the headboard, scrolling through messages on your phone for a bit until Eric eventually entered the room.  

He’d only been in your room a couple times before, and definitely not to stay for an extended period of time. He stood just a step inside, unsure of what to do next. He had switched out his button-up shirt for a baggy white t-shirt that you’d offered to him, and he was already wearing a pair of black sweatpants. He’d taken off his shoes and held his glasses in his hands, cleaning the lenses to give himself something to do. 

“All ready for you!” you stated, patting the spot on the mattress next to you. 

“G-great!” He walked around to the opposite side of the bed from you, and gently placed his glasses on the table next to it before settling himself under the covers, at the very edge of the bed. You lightly smiled at him, and he timidly returned your expression with a slight smile of his own. His hair was slightly messy, a couple dark curls standing up off the side of his head, and his eyes were at a slight squint to look at you clearly without his round glasses. You held back the urge to kiss him; you didn’t want to make this any more uncomfortable than it might have already been. 

“I, ah, I blew the candles out,” he stated as you turned to place your phone on the nightstand on your side of the bed, a final, large yawn escaping your chest. 

“Thank you,” you replied, glancing over at him a final time before scooting down to lie on the mattress. “Need anything before I pass out?”  

“I’m good!” he answered quickly, shaking his head.  

“Alright. Don’t be afraid to wake me up if you need something,” you offered. You tucked the covers up high on your shoulders like you always did, and turned yourself away from him to face the bedroom door, like always. “Well, goodnight!” 

“G-goodnight, y/n,” he answered quietly. Your eyes were closed, the room hardly lit, but after a moment of stillness you heard Eric carefully shift under the covers so that he was lying down. He’d hardly moved at all, oddly enough. And you never felt him get any closer to you. 

After a few minutes that felt more like hours, you couldn’t take it. You lifted up on one arm and turned your head just enough to look over at him; he was lying with the blankets hardly even up to his waist, flat on his back, his hands resting on his stomach, making himself as small as possible.  

You sometimes forgot that this was Eric's first true, serious relationship with someone, and there were some things that he was still learning to be comfortable with. But you really, really, liked him. You’d never spent time with someone so genuinely themselves, so kind and caring of everyone around them, someone who knew so much about the most random things and could entertain you with his knowledge for hours. 

An idea occurred to you. You were just being practical, right? 

“Eric,” you muttered, barely over a whisper.  

“Hm?” he asked, and now your eyes had adjusted enough to see that he hadn’t even closed his yet. Oh, honey. 

“You’re gonna get cold.” 

“I’m okay,” he answered quickly, but you could already hear the slight shiver in his voice. You were glad he couldn’t see the warm smile that his damn adorableness forced on you. 

You considered your next idea for a moment, but decided to just go for it. You scooted yourself closer to Eric’s statue-still form and gently rested your head on his chest. You draped one of your arms over him, pulling him away from the edge of the bed ever so slightly. Your palm rested on the opposite side of his chest from your head.

“Is this okay?” you asked quietly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. You could practically hear his heart trying to burst at the sudden and very close contact, but you felt him nod. 

“Yeah…this is...nice,” Eric replied. “Thank you, y/n.” 

You didn’t say anything, feeling no need for more words. You closed your eyes as you rested against him. His heartbeat descended into its normal pace, and eventually into only a slow, gentle thump in your ear as you both drifted into a warm, peaceful slumber. 

#so much fluff #eric derekson #why do i do this to myself #markiplier egos #eric derekson x reader #eric derekson imagine

[wizardessheart-sideb]

Can you pls show me some more otome tumblr blogs! I was so hoping for a Vain, Viggo and Zett route... Where is the best otome community site, like reddit or discord or something?

owo yeah, here are some of my friends/fave blogs!

@swordsmanofsweets @lizzylunawizardessfanfics @nadia-the-wizardess @leonthecardboardunicorn @florinarden @wizardessfleur @sigurdcurtisholdsmegentle @uraminowaltz

So for community sites. I think this can be pretty subjective so I’m gonna try and like, fully explain pros and cons and why I like it. In my opinion, I would consider Tumblr the best otome community site. I’d say it’s fairly easy to find fandoms on Tumblr and if you want to reach out to people, you can pretty easily do it. However, the biggest reason I love Tumblr is because it’s a very low-pressure social media site. This site allows for a lot of anonymity and I really, really appreciate that. Here I can talk all about how I want Hugo Peers to Wreck Me and everyone’s like “me too” but if I said same things on other platforms, it’d be a one-way ticket to Horny Jail. Jokes aside tho, there’s more anonymity here and the site is better set up for all kinds of posts, in my opinion. One con is tho is that because most interactions on this site happen privately, it can be a little intimidating to reach others.

Discord: Another huge favorite of mine. I absolutely adore Discord. I think it’s an amazing tool for making close friends with other people in the fandom and Discord is honestly such a solid program anyway. You can just go to a place and talk to people with the same interests and just have a good time. The major downside is is that like any group chat with friends, there can be a LOT of drama. I know with the old WH RP server there was drama every so often. Another downside to Discord is is that you really have to already know people to get into servers and I would say there’s bound to be drama and stuff in servers so that’s unfortunately something you can count on happening at some point.

Facebook: I honestly don’t like Facebook in general, but I also really don’t like the Facebook side of the fandom. A lot of people are always so rude and awful on the official SWD page and tbh it’s really soured my opinion of the Facebook side of the WH fandom to the point I don’t want to engage with any of them. I know there’s otome groups you can join on Facebook, however I’ve not joined any of them and Facebook seems like a hella public site where people can easily snoop into you and your life. So I’m not a huge fan of it, but I do have friends who are in otome groups on Facebook and I guess it’s fine since they haven’t left? I don’t know.

Reddit: This is by far my least favorite site. So the pros first bc I have a lot of cons. Certain games can have their own subreddits and it can feel like a more streamlined experience as opposed to tumblr. Now for cons:

If your fave game doesn’t have a subreddit, you either have to start your own or go to the generic otome subreddit

It honestly has the feel of “we’re in a less friendly discord/skype group for a certain game, but everything we say is public record and not private at ALL”

People on Reddit can be a little crazy sometimes.

I’m going to be 100% honest, although I’m subscribed to the otome subreddit, I really only use Reddit to keep up with influencer, make up brand, and make up guru drama so I can consume makeup as ethically as possible and stay informed about content creators bc following all of those make up peeps on twitter and insta is unnecessary and would be exhausting. 

Twitter: Again, I’m not super into the otome scene on Twitter, but I think it’s so-so. Twitter isn’t a great site for writers but great for artists so there’s that. It’s also a SUPER PUBLIC SITE like. Again, if I said something like not even that racy like “I wanna bone Hugo Peers” everyone on tumblr would be like “yeah mood he’s pretty” but if I said that on Twitter I feel like loads of people would just come and kill me On Sight. Not to mention as a queer person, I’m really uncomfortable with Twitter for a lot of reasons that I’m not going to get into. Overall, I feel like Twitter’s good for artists and short shitposters, but that’s really it. 

I can’t speak for other sites like Insta, Tik Tok, and Byte. I’m basically only in cosplay, drag instagram, and love live dance cover insta so I don’t know any otome accounts. Tik Tok is a horrible, horrible app and I think their attempts to silence people who are queer, dark-skinned, fat and/or don’t fit into the very narrow beauty “standard” is fucking disgusting and I refuse to use the app. Byte is a lot better of a video app however I don’t really use it bc I only knew one person on the app and she’s dead now so I just. Haven’t really used it but Byte is lightyears ahead of Tik Tok in my opinion.

[monochrome-monarch]

I made a promise that I intend to keep

Okay, so my friend @flamingkingoftheskies and I were discussing some good angst for Atlantis Days (fun fact: it was the first thing we discussed lol) and well, it's Rodorah-centric because clearly the ship doesn't have enough angst in it lol (but don't worry, we have also discussed some fluff and shitposts for it, which I'll spill in a future post).

You know how I mentioned that the Triplets remembered that they were planet conquerors and that they decided to go back to being conquerers, starting with Earth? Well, They also decided 'Hey, before we kill our now ex-friend Gojira and be the new alpha, why don't we ask Rodan to be our Beta?' Because, well, Rodan and Ghidorah are mates at this point and have children of their own. So yeah, makes sense to them that their beautiful and wonderful mate would be their Beta.

Except the thing is is that Rodan is definitely not up for murdering his best friend and Alpha and taking over the Earth for obvious reasons. Hell, he's pretty disgusted that Ghids is totally on board with murdering their best friend ("Did he mean nothing to you three!?"). Rodan tries to talk them out of it but the triplets are also trying to talk him into joining them. It goes downhill from there. Like, really downhill from there.

Okay, so basing the next scene off of these two posts by @ckret2, one of the things Ghidorah has remembered from their past is that they can apparently control people using their voice. Well, in the past, mostly roars but they can use it with their regular(?) voice. Sure, it's been a long, long time since they have used it but when dealing with Rodan, who is getting more and more agitated (and scared? They hope he isn't), it's worth the shot, right?

So, Ichi decides to use it on Rodan, Ni and San deciding to butt out for now unless Ichi could use some help. It goes smoothly, sure Rodan was getting a feeling that something was off but he starting to agree with Ichi. Yeah, taking over Earth sounds like a great idea. Yeah, he'll definitely be their Beta and they can rule together. Yeah, he's definitely up for killing Gojira and - Wait, what?

So yeah, Rodan suceeds in a wisdom saving throw or something and snaps out of it. Maybe mentioning on murdering the Alpha aka your mate's best friend wasn't such a good idea when you're trying to get your mate to join you at the Dark Side. And now said mate knows that not only do you conquer, and sometimes destroy but that doesn't happen that much, planets and want to murder his best friend but you and your brothers can apparently also mind control him and you did just that. It is certainly not helping your case.

When Rodan snapped out of it, he made a nearby volcano erupt out of sheer rage and fear which did get a lot of attention from humans and neighboring titans. So yeah, everyone's wondering what the hell is going on but well, seeing as Rodan is a disaster, they all collectively thought, "Oh, what did he do this time?" All except his friends, most especially Goji who is considering on going to check on Rodan, and Ghidorah by extension, since, clearly, something ain't right. And well, yeah, by the time Goji got to Isla de Mara, the argument had evolved into an aerial brawl, and not the fun kind, since the triplets had given up on convincing Rodan to join them but Rodan wasn't going to let them go off and kill Goji so cue Rodan attacking them.

To an outsider, they just look like they're rough housing but to someone that knows them well like Goji, it's clearly a serious fight and Goji rushes in to mediate, totally oblivious to the fact that the triplets want him dead. So, imagine the look on Goji's face when the triplets suddenly attack him, murderous looks on their faces. Luckily, Rodan is quick and immediately defends his Alpha so he can get over the shock and fight back. I'm not sure if sensing dumbassery is her sixth sense or Goji called her before confronting them but Mothra arrives to help. Rodan also fills them in on what's going on and yeah, Goji coming over was a terrible idea. Also, now it's 3 against 3 but it's still difficult as the Triplets had many years of asskicking and planet destroying experience.

So, shit gets so bad that a retreat was needed, hell Mosu had the most injuries. To buy them time to escape, Rodan stays behind and continues to fight his mates despite being clearly outmatched. It ends in Rodan losing horribly via getting shot down with a gravity blast from all three of them. Like, so bad his wings got badly damaged and maybe his volcanic armor is cracked and bleeding. If you're wondering how bad, we made some guesses as to how bad:

The orange/yellow marks are former holes and tears that got repaired by the magma

You're probably wondering: "Oh come on, Rodan and Goji were fine in the film when they got blasted" and I will say

1) Meh, just for angst

2) Goji and Rodan are two different species but I will admit that, yes, Rodan would've been able to deal with it better because he's made of volcanic rock but see number 1

3) In the film, Rodan was only hit by one blast. Here, it's three. Both at point blank.

But mostly, it's option one. Oh, don't give me that look.

So yeah, after having defeated their mate and thought to have killed him, the Triplets push back their pain and regret and set off to find Goji and Mosu, who are at Atlantis and trying to get the Atlanteans to evacuate with Anguirus helping them. Ghidorah attacks, Atlantis sinks with Anguirus dying there (maybe) and fight ends up being taken to Antartica. The triplets end up getting sealed and trapped under the ice and I'm considering having Mothra die, which explains her first appearance in KOTM. Either way, Goji is able to secure his position as Alpha but ends up losing four friends and a mate except mate will come back who knows when and three of said friends aren't exactly his friends anymore. Still really devastated, though

He goes back to Isla de Mara, hoping that Rodan is still alive and yeah, he is but seriously wounded. They chat for a bit as Goji carries Rodan up the volcano, he also tells him what happened, especially to Mothra, Anguirus and Ghidorah. Rodan is of course upset but knows it had to be done however, he still feels guilty about Mothra and Anguirus. They arrive at the peak, Rodan's children running up to him and Goji. They saw the fight. They watched their sires blast their carrier out of the sky. They thought he was dead - Rodan and Gojira try their best to calm the children. He'll be fine. He just needs to rest and recover and everything will be alright. They promise to the little ones.

Before Goji puts him inside his volcano to heal, Rodan tells him where Dagon's egg is located since he and the former Alpha had hidden the egg somewhere secret before Dagon died from his injuries.

"Promise me that you'll take good care of the kid?"

"I promise."

And Godzilla carefully places Rodan in the magma to heal. Rodan then goes into hibernation. After bidding the children goodbye, Goji then goes off to find the egg and does find it. He tries raising it alongside his son and tries his best before the Mass Hibernation started.

Millions of years later, Goji wakes up to a bunch of shattered eggshells and faded footprints indicating that the egg had hatched while he slept, his son, now full grown, still sleeping and also, the humans are noisy but also advanced. Still annoying, though. Oh, and they blow things up now. . . Great. Years later, he has to deal but eventually kill two rivals, descendents of his predecessor's killer. Five years later, his three former friends come back and well,

Millions of years later, Mothra hatches to, instead of adoring and loyal followers, strangely armored humans pointing weapons at her. One fires at her and well, just because Mothra is a child at the moment doesn't mean she can't kick ass. Sure, she does calm down upon hearing her mate's ever so familiar and comforting call but she ends up escaping when shit goes down, when dangerous humans enter and begin to kill everyone around her. Then when shit gets even worse when her three former friends come back and well, it's definitely ass-kicking time. Well, she needs to lay an egg first and then it's ass-kicking time.

Millions of years later, the triplets are rudely awaken to an explosion that frees them and the pests wearing weird armor and wielding weird weapons (San wants one of those rifle things though). It's a shame those weapons don't work on them but even then again, What is a human weapon to a gravity beam? Then their archenemy appears and well, while they manage to overpower him, which honestly proves their point on how weak he is, they decide to escape. Then as they fly away from their prison, they hear a roar, a familiar roar that they thought they will never hear again. Maybe. . . Maybe they can try again. They can be together again. They can rule this planet together, as Alpha and Beta. Hopefully. . . Then their beloved mate attacks them.

Millions of years later, Rodan wakes up to what sounds like an Alpha call, his now adult children still asleep and his volcano modified with metal and advanced technology. Not that he cares on the latter part. He wants out. And so he does and he's greeted by his patron city now looking very different and strange birds flying and blasting at him. Rodan isn't pleased with the things hitting him and reopening some minor wounds on his recently healed wings so, Rodan decides to teach some pests a lesson on how aggravating a titan is a terrible idea - Then he sees them. Deep inside, he wants to be happy to see them. It's been so long after all. But he remembers what happened. He remembers the fight. He remembers how they just attempted to murder their friends without a care about their history. He remembers the pain. Then with an enraged roar, he forgets his prey and lunges at his traitorous mates.

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Okay, I just finally finished writing this and holy shit, this was longer and way more than I expected. Like, I was just going to tell you guys some Rodorah angst but well, never dang. Here's some more stuff about Atlantis Days, I guess.

Also, pretty sure I didnt do a good job explaining but meh.

Though, I might edit this in the future, in case I get more ideas or change my mind or something.

Edit: Wording

#godzilla #mothra #mosugoji #well a mention of it #rodan #king ghidorah #rodorah #Atlantis Days AU #also Im trying to find a way on how Ghids remembered their past and why they decided to go back to being conquerors #Though I do have an idea in mind and that sorta involves adding another character into the narrative #also the wings arent the only thing scarred #Rodan also has lichtenburg scars on his back; sides; arms and neck #also thanks to the wing injury; he isnt as fast as he used to be #he's still the fastest flyer but just not as fast as he was before the fight