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inkdemonapologist · 3 years

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Been a lot of emotions in recent BatIM Call of Cthulhu events!!

Prophet Sammy slipped and sank into the mud in the swamp and immediately went into DROWNING FLASHBACKS from his inky death back in the Star Pools. Stunningly, panicking and thrashing around did not help and in fact only got him more stuck.

Henry was the one to pull Sammy out, which is a bit weird, because the Prophet didn’t actually... expect them to... want to help him??? Henry was also leaking gold blood out of his face from doing some intense magic (???), it’s fine, don’t worry about it.

Prophet Sammy ran out of ink, which he has to drink periodically to keep himself from changing back into normal Sammy, and JOEY... GAVE HIM SOME OF HIS OWN INK SO HE COULD HAVE A LITTLE MORE TIME???? Both me and the Prophet were absolutely flabbergasted.

We rescued Jack’s old boyfriend Peter, that newspaper editor guy from before! He was trapped in another world and Jack managed to guide him back to this one and we all pulled his reflection out of the Lake and fought off the eldritch horror that tried to follow him out to our world! THERES A LOT HAPPENING IN THIS GAME

As always Boo has the summary posts for a more detailed description of events, but if you’re here for out-of-context quotes IVE GOT YOU COVERED, here’s some quotes from Session 7:

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Henry] *rolling dice* Some nice dice clacking for the auditory experience, [Sammy] Call of Cthulhu ASMR [Joey] Some clacking dice, some screaming,

[GM] But you are on the shallower end of it, so you're not sinking. You are SUPER muddy. [Joey] That's fine-- [Jack] Noooo!! Jack's sweater!!!!!

[GM] Jack's turn! Make a luck roll, Jack! [Jack] *rolls terribly* ...hrrMMM... [GM] Okay. We'll just. We'll just keep that. For later. :)

[Sammy] Sammy is scrambling and panicking and yelling! [GM] Make a strength check! [Sammy] Cool, I'm good at those. *rolls* Success! [GM] You strongly thrash yourself about waist-deep in the mud. [Sammy] [Sammy] OKAY, um, [Sammy] That is. Uh. Worse. Than it was previously, yes? [GM] Yeah. :) [Sammy] OKAY, COOL,,, JUST CHECKING,

[Sammy] I don't think it's good when the GM says "Fun!" I think that's bad.

[GM] *flipping through notes* Where are your stats. Where are your stats, sir. [Sammy] "Young man, where are your stats?" [Jack] If he didn't do his homework, then all his stats are zero.

[Henry] Nope. I'm gonna accept my fate. Henry's goin' to space. [GM] The angel doesn't try to claw Henry, but it does pick him up! He's in the air. [Henry] Bye guys!

[GM] A gunshot does come from the brush also, and it hits the angel next to the one that's got Henry. [Henry] (Thanks, Norman!) [Jack] Does Norman have a gun??? [GM] Norman's not going to go into a cult swamp without a gun! What kind of crazy person would do that?!

[Sammy] I'm sorry if we lose your hat, Jack. [Jack] D: Nooo it's not his hat! [Sammy] Yeah I know, well I'm sorry if we lose it. [Joey] Yeah, sorry. [Jack] Noooo he needs to give that back! [Joey] well then he should wAKE UP!!! [Sammy] Love the idea that Peter later comes through here and finds his own hat discarded on the ground and is like, OH NO, JACK! [GM] Make another luck roll, maybe it's still on. [Jack] Okay dice! This is the ONLY thing I need you t-*sound of dice bouncing off the desk* whoOPS--

[Henry] *still held aloft by eldritch horrors* I'm guessing I don't hear anything either [GM] No, you're just having a nice little roller coaster ride.

[Joey] Ohhh... I guess we wouldn't need to breathe in space, huh. [Joey] ...AM I BREATHING???

[Joey] What time is it... are we at like, 8:30, 9ish? [GM] Well that's highly specific! What happens at 8:39?!

[Joey] Joey's still not willing to let random cultists carry Jack, unless they can do something to convince him??? [Sammy] I feel like the main convincing tool at this point is GUNS? Pointed at us. I think that's the main thing.

[Jack] I guess Jack is the imposter, since he's not doing human things like "breathing"

[GM] And shove all of you into a hut! With Norman-- no, that's right, he didn't get caught, I keep forgetting, his Hide skill is higher than I thought it was. Norman's still at large! [Jack] NORMAN, IS LOOSE, IN THE SWAMP [Joey] What crimes will he commit!

[Jack] This is why you don't smear your weird glowing blood on symbols that are known to watch!!!

[GM] They probably did take away a lot of your cooler stuff. [Sammy] I didn't have any cool stuff. I just had a coat. [Joey] You had ink. [Sammy] *muttering* I wasn't going to mention that that was in my coat.

[Joey] Joey is going to grab Sammy's face... and give him some of his ink. [Sammy] *stunned* Oh...! [Joey] We don't need a passed out Sammy!! [Jack] Only ONE unconscious man in this party!

[Jack] How has Cthulhu AU made "Joey feeds Sammy ink" wHOLESOME in some way?!?

[GM] They've got him in a robe now, and they've painted that yellow sign on it -- possibly in Henry's blood, because why not! [Joey] Excuse me, you did not get license to use that; I'm going to sue you in court now, [Jack] Unethically sourced! [GM] ...Did you just call Henry's blood your IP?

[GM] *startled laugh* my husband just said "Intravenous Property,"

[GM] The other prophet guy seems to be having a grand old time. It is even-odds whether he might just look over to see if Sammy's looking, just to smirk at him. [Sammy] oHHHHHH BOY. I hate this guy! I hate him. [Jack] Okay, well, I wanna-- [Sammy] *still going* I know who I'M sacrificing. [Jack] --Sammy, no. [Joey] You want to make a GOOD sacrifice, not give him trash. [Sammy] ...*sighs* Yeah, yeah, you're right... [Jack] You don't want to give the Masked Messenger a McDonald's burger.

[GM] It's Pete! [Sammy] Oh! Sammy vaguely knows who this is. [Henry] I'm gonna make a check to see if Henry recognises this guy, in the heat of the moment. [Jack] In the Pete of the moment. >:3c [Sammy] *groans* Why would you do this. Everyone was being so well-behaved.

[Sammy] I'm gonna... I'm gonna wait. Gonna be actually, a little bit smart. Trying out this new thing.

[GM] One of the angels is definitely heading your way. [Jack] Oops. [Sammy] ...what if we just... close the door.

[GM] And a sanity roll from Joey and anyone else that is watching this. [Sammy] *sarcastic deadpan* Oh No. I'd Better Look Away. *scoffs* Why would I NOT want to watch my lord work?

[GM] It does a d8 + damage bonus, which, I don't think Joey has one. But it does a d8. [Joey] Does Bendy have one? [GM] No! Bendy's damage bonus is NEGATIVE TWO because he's a tiny cartoon character! You don't want his damage bonus. [Jack] You attack and there's a squeaky hammer noise,

[GM] Peter doesn't seem to have a reflection. [Sammy] ...Do we? [GM] Yeah [Sammy] Okay. That's cool, that's nice, luv 2 reflect. [Jack] *whispering* Peter vampire???

[GM] Sammy thinks this is a spawn of the Yellow King, something that happens to people who dabble too much in his worship. [Sammy] Again, MORE reason why this guy is an idiot and trusting the wrong god! [Sammy] ...Sammy knows all this stuff and is still like "yeah, but the Masked Messenger is cool! I'll definitely be rewarded for my service!"

[Jack] Jack didn't learn how to ASTRAL PROJECT for Pete to get eaten by something!!

[Sammy] Did they steal our ink??? [GM] Looks like they poured it out. [Jack] Pour one out for their FAKE LORD,

[Jack] Rescued. From a cult. By a second, different cult! [Joey] Our cult is COOL, though. [Henry] the coolt

#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #sammy lawrence #joey drew #Henry Stein #when in doubt just keep drawing #wHEEZES THIS SESSION WAS #A WILD RIDE #I LOVE THIS DANG GAME I LOVE THIS WEIRD AU

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frillshark-fr · 3 years

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How do you get people to always buy your dragons? Genuine question

i was gonna say something like “haha i have no fucking clue” but that would be a lie i think about this a lot actually so i might have some insights i’ve been breeding dragons as my primary activity on FR since i started playing FR (in 2014...) and people have only started actually buying dragons from me consistently like, 5-6 months ago, despite 2-3 attempts at running a genuine hatchery onsite that always died due to lack of interest & not really being worth the effort.

so ive thought a lot about what the hell is happening now and why my dragons are suddenly consistently selling and I think ive come down to these being the main points of advice i can give: 1. make friends! be friendly! don’t be weird! be a cool and fun person to interact with! 2. post consistently. post your dragons consistently. post about other stuff consistently. just be an active member of the community 3. POST YOUR SHIT IN THE “#FLIGHT RISING” TAG. THIS IS PROBABLY THE ONLY TRUELY HELPFUL THING I SAY IN THIS POST 4. make pairs that are sexy as hell and be openly proud of them. make dragons and pairs that you like, not what you think will necessarily sell. people can tell when you like stuff and being genuinely passionate about something, whatever the fuck it is, will get other people passionate as well longer versions/explanations under the cut because man this got a mile long. i wasn’t kidding when i said i think about this a lot and i am so sorry if you wanted something concise and useful

1. to be a little glib. i am mutuals/friends with more clout in the FR community than I do kjdshfdsfdhjhkfdf shoutout to everyone who draws their dragons really good on a regular basis because i am riding on your coattails to sell my dragons. i love you this was never my intent, obviously! DO NOT BEFRIEND PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU WILL GET STUFF FROM THEM IT’S JUST A REALLY BAD THING TO DO TO PEOPLE!!! i wouldn’t be friends w/ people if i didn’t genuinely like and get along with them! no amount of pixel cash is worth putting up with people you dont like or abusing people you admire! but i’d also somehow feel wrong to just... neglect mentioning this factor. idk it’s probably a self-esteem thing sjdkgfhdsf i just Don’t feel like my #success has been totally out of my own effort because its not like im #hustling or whatever i just posted dragons and stuff happened

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2. being consistent! just. posting consistently! posting Every Hatchling I Have and Talking About Them On Tumblr! Once I had a couple nests just sell super fast likely due to aforementioned clout, i was emboldened to just post more of my nests more often and I swear this has more effect than anything else. i just needed the self-esteem boost to Start Doing That posting consistently makes ppl follow u for ur content which gets even more people to look at your dragons which gets more people to buy your dragons.

2a. Also just post a lot in general, even if you aren’t necessarily posting about your dragons for sale. it definitely helps! just be friendly and active and people will come

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3. post your shit in the tag. not in “#dragon-sales” or “#fr-dragon-sales” or anything weird like that because I don’t know if anyone actually looks at those, but people definitely browse “#flight rising”. no matter how many followers you have, more people will see your content if you post it in #flight rising than if you just chuck it into the void.

3a. however! do not put links into the post if you want it to actually show up in the tag. tumblr is cool in that it doesn’t actually matter that much when you post something, the same way it really matters on twitter bc twitter has algorithms that decide for you what it thinks you want to be seeing whereas tumblr just shows you everything in chronological order. if you post something into the tag at 1am... it will still be there at 2pm when people log on and start scrolling.

the only thing tumblr seems to consistently hide from a tag (and possibly a dashboard, but idk) are posts with links in them, as a half-assed attempt to limit spam. instead of linking to your sales tab/to the dragons directly in the post, reblog it with the links instead. to reduce latency between a post going up and the links being available, i type out the links in the initial post, cut them, post the thing into the tag, then very quickly reblog, paste the links, and post the reblog jdhfsdf. i don’t know if that benefits anything really? but it can sometimes take me a while to type links, so if i posted, pressed reblog, typed up all the links, then posted, it’d be like ~15 minutes where someone may see the post, think “oh i would like to buy those dragons”, then can’t find the link, think “oh well, i will just find it later”, scroll on, and just... completely forget about it. so uh. go quick?

3b. the armchair sociologist in me also thinks self-reblogging has the added benefit of like... you know how people are more likely to tip a barista when a dollar is already in the tip jar? or how people are more likely to take one of those little tabs on a flyer if one of them is already missing? i think that works with notes, too. i don’t know why i think that or why it happens i just swear once a post gets 1 note, suddenly it gets Even More Notes, and if it doesn’t get any notes for a while it will sit at 0 notes until the end of time. so giving yourself 1 obligatory note makes people more likely to interact. i think

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4. all of these are hard to quantify but this one is especially so: have cool and unique dragons. make your pairs sexy as hell. don’t put all your eggs (hah) into the one basket of selling dragons that are technically “popular”. we have all seen triple white/triple obsidian/triple orca/triple any other popular colors and cherub/pere/stained or wasp/bee/glim pthahlos or whatever. they’re pretty! we get it! but everyone has had one and everyone has had those pairs and market for dragons like that can be super oversaturated. try to break free from that and sell dragons that people can only get from you. I can’t tell you what to do though bc that rly depends on you. make pairs that you find exciting or interesting and people will feel that. i have a very specific theme and aesthetic that i don’t feel like is especially common on FR and i am genuinely very enthusiastic about it. marine shit is my Thing:tm: both on and off FR and dragons are one of my many ways of expressing that if you have a Thing:tm:, either some fr-centric aesthetic (like being super into plague or earth or light or something) or something more general (such as any of the -punks or -cores)... just fuckin roll with it honestly. if you’re goth? make got h dragons. like scene stuff that looks straight out of a middle school in 2010? rock that hot-topic lair. outdoorsey type? make dragons that look like you’d meet them on a hike in the woods. it really works with anything! people can tell when you really love something and i know that seeing someone really love something, even if it’s not necessarily MY thing, makes me really excited too!!

4a. never show fear. people can smell fear. never be like “well this one isn’t that good” because suddenly now you’ve planted the idea that it’s ugly in other people’s heads when they may have really liked it had you not accidentally suggested to them that it’s an ugly dragon. people are EXTREMELY suggestible to even VERY minor cues so be always a little bit bolder than you think you should be you’d be surprised at how many times ive been like “eh, this one’s kind of a dud, i’ll probably have to exalt this one when the auction expires” and then that hatchling is the first to sell. never ever ever ever decide what other people like for them. always act like your dragons are the hottest shit in all the land and Believe It. this is what people mean when they say “fake it till you make it”

- 4b. also, idk if it’s true of everyone but it’s really off-putting to see someone having serious pity-parties for themselves, on sales posts or otherwise. ive had bad experiences with people who are uncomfortably quick to self-depreciate (because they were using their genuine self-hatred to manipulate me or my friends), so i might be a little more trigger-happy about avoiding this behavior than others, but don’t weaponize your sadness to guilt people into doing what you want. it’s really not cool.

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okay i think that’s my entire manifesto on how i do dragon selling. anon i am so sorry im sure you were expecting like “believe in yourself :)” and here i am dissecting dragon selling like it’s a frog in a science class

edit: AFTER ALL THAT I STILL THOUGHT OF ONE MORE THING. It’s not really a Point, just a Reminder:

i don’t post about all the times i have to exalt dragons that don’t sell. you are seeing me being very selective about what i post. you dont sit and stare at my lair or click through offspring lists or check old sales posts. there are a lot of times where someone just doesn’t sell. even now when i’m selling stuff pretty consistently i will still sometimes have dragons that don’t sell for seemingly no reason. even dragons I think are sure to sell will sometimes just... not. and that’s ok! you gotta just be.. ok with that. it’s par for the course. i typically list dragons for 7 days on the AH, give them a couple more days after their auction expires (partially because i forget, partially to give them a grace period for people to pm/ask me about them), and then exalt them after that point. w/ some dragons that i don’t think got a fair shake for one reason or another (such as the sales post not showing up in the tag or something) i do a little clearance (like the halloween dragons i recently posted) but for the most part if they don’t sell, i just exalt them. 90% of the time i don’t even bother to level them up i just press the exalt button and call it a day. it’s fine

#if anyone is interested i can make a post about my process for finding new dragon pairs?#i’d just include it here but this post is long enough as it is oo;;#Anonymous

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wellhalesbells · 5 years

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I see you reblogging some comic stuff an I was wondering if you have a favorite comic or favorite character or ship?

this ask is from so long ago but [DEEP BREATH IN] i’m finally going to answer it, nonny. finally. i kept wanting to read a little bit farther in my comics stack because.... maybe i’ll like that and will regret not having recced it, i just hafta--get--to it, see? and, honestly, i’m still there BUT, come on, i’ll never be caught up because that would mean comics would just have to stop coming out and i would be sad forever if that happened, SO

i’m not even going to pretend like i can narrow this down to one comic. (one ship? sure, that’s spideypool. one character? sure, that’s the merc with a mouth, the regenerating degenerate, wade motherfucking wilson. but one comic?!) there is just straight-up too much out there to make a definitive ‘yes, this is it, this is THE ONE ™ ’ statement. instead, uh, let’s break this shit down, yeah? (super special secret bonus round, will note all lgbt+ rep and standalone comics.) in no particular order, here the frig it goes!

HORROR

infidel, by pornsak pichetshote and aaron campbell. in case you haven’t seen this on every 2018 best list ever, here it is. and, yeah, it was good. a muslim-american main character living in a haunted apartment building where the entities feed off the xenophobia of its occupants. if that’s not a fucking modern horror story i don’t know what is.

spread, by justin jordan and kyle strahm. THIS IS ONE OF MY NEW AND ALREADY ALL-TIME FAVORITES. what an awesomely weird and epic story. the spread is an uncontrollable, unstoppable monster-making force that humanity accidentally unleashed by digging too deep. it infects everything it touches and basically all of humanity is running from quarantine to quarantine just hoping for the best. and speaking of hope.... she’s a baby, rescued by no, and the only thing that’s ever been able to stop the spread. also, no’s gay? and i just DID NOT see that coming. it seems like it’s going to be such a formulaic, bro-y story about the action hero who kisses the face off his girl (her name’s molly and she’s batshit insane and amazing) and instead, nope, it is not that at all. lgbt+ main characters.

the black monday murders, by jonathan hickman and tomm coker. hate capitalism? think all the rich and powerful are evil, soul-sucking monsters? [obnoxious, low-budget commercial sound effects] MAN, HAVE I GOT THE SERIES FOR YOU.

the beauty, by jeremy haun and jason a. hurley. i just started this recently but so far, oh my good golly gosh, i looove it. a sexually transmitted disease that makes you conventionally gorgeous.... at least before it explodies you. [wide, creepy smile] the art is gorgeous, the characters are aces and i am very, very pleased so far. lgbt+ minor characters.

the great divide, by ben fisher and adam markiewicz. this? was a COOL idea. the execution stumbled a bit but, gosh, was it neat. it’s post-apocalyptic where touching another person will literally kill.... one of you. the survivor then absorbs the memories of the person who dies, taking on a ‘rider.’ some people collect them, some people go mad, some form a bond, all have the side effect of dyslexia. like i said, neat as all get out. lgbt+ minor-ish/main-ish character. standalone.

revival, by tim seely and mike norton. a rural town in wisconsin experiences ‘miracle day,’ where the dead rise again.... except, they were kinda already mourned and buried and this is really just fucking up the status quo.

the woods, by james tynion iv and michael dialynas. a high school gets picked up and plopped down in an entirely new, and wickedly hostile universe. it’s all survival and alliances and seeing what you’re really made of when it comes down to it. lgbt+ main characters.

clean room, by gail simone and jon davis-hunt. a cult, a journalist and a clean room walk into a bar...

anya’s ghost, by vera brosgol. you think it’ll be a cute story of a girl and her ghost. HA HA THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENS AT ALL, OKAY.

FANTASY

rumble, by john arcudi and james harren. SCARECROW WARRIOR GOD, SCARECROW WARRIOR GOD, SCARECROW WARRIOR GOD!!! okay, first off, the art in this? pushes every friggin’ button i’ve got, and many i did not know i had. second, this book is so fucking fun. it’s mythology that’s balls to the wall ridiculous, funny, and features a main character whose life motto is basically: ‘do i have to?’ infinitely relatable and then some.

heathen, by natasha alterici and rachel deering. UGH, ONE OF MY FAVORITES. the art is just horribly, horrendously gorgeous and it’s LESBIAN VIKING MYTHOLOGY, OKAY. OKAYYYY??? lgbt+ main characters.

the wicked + the divine, by kieron gillen and jamie mckelvie. one of my favorite ever series right here. it’s a hella cool concept (gods reincarnating as humans every twelve years, and burning up their hosts in two), whip-smart and if you’ve ever met a human being who likes a pun more than kieron gillen i defy you to produce them. lgbt+ main and minor characters.

batgirl, by gail simone and adrian sayaf and vicente cifuentes. you know how people rave about gail simone? there’s a reason people rave about gail simone. honestly, i’ve never had much interest in babs. i don’t tend to go for superheroes who don’t kill and i have even less interest in ‘the killing joke’ story line and i am convinced only gail simone could’ve done the recovery on that and she did a GLORIOUS job of it.

red hood and the outlaws, by scott lobdell and dexter soy. (ignoring recent - and annoying - developments), this is my favorite of all the rebirths dc did. scott lobdell is the only writer to have gotten the idea down of: okay, we’re starting over, i assume you don’t know anything but i also assume there are a bajillion people reading who know everything, and hit the perfect medium between those two things. so if you want to start a jason todd run, you legitimately can here, and get all the found family, badassery, batman-teasing enjoyment there is to be had.

iceman, by sina grace and robert gill (covers by kevin wada). classic super-heroing here and bobby’s first solo title. he’s figuring out coming out while fighting (and flirting) with baddies. sina really gets his humor and how truly wonder-awful it is! lgbt+ main character.

spider-man/deadpool, by joe kelly and ed mcguinness. watch those names there, those are your guys right there, period. they looked at the void of a spider-man/deadpool series and filled it with absolutely everything you could possibly want for the pair (sans a hardcore make-out sesh, though they did get a few variant covers with some puckered up lips in there!)

limbo, by dan watters and caspar wijngaard. a fusion of 80s aesthetics, voodoo elements and a noir tone. just some remarkably cool shit in this. the ending, for me, left something to be desired but it was more than worth it to see worship via mixtapes. standalone.

hawkeye: kate bishop, by kelly thompson and leonardo romero. kate bishop is, apparently???, a super impossible character for a lot of writers. kelly thompson is not one of them. kelly thompson is my favorite kate bishop writer, actually, and the fact that she is ever not writing her is a gd travesty.

the unbeatable squirrel girl, by ryan north and erica henderson. honestly, i’m so tempted to just stick this under ‘contemporary,’ because it really does just feel very... normal. doreen’s navigating college, new friendships, and y’know... the squirrely-ness. this had every opportunity to suck and instead it’s funny as heck, never takes itself too seriously, and is just pure good-hearted entertainment through and through.

wolf, by ales kot and matt taylor. a paranormal detective and the-possible-antichrist go on a road trip. people hated this comic and i don’t know how you can hate a comic that has a character called freddy chtonic who has tentacles for a mouth???

ms. marvel, by g. willow wilson and adrian alphona. hi, you read ms. marvel because the world is a garbage fire and people are terrible and your cynicism is at an all time high and then kamala khan waltzes in and reminds you people generally want to help each other and the world improves when we work together and that thing optimists feel? you’ll feel that for as long as you’ve got the pages open and that’s a magical thing. lgbt+ minor character.

monstress, by marjorie m. liu and sana takeda. psychic links with monsters, matriarchal societies, magic and witchery, half-human/half-animal (and other ratios) characters, all through a steampunk lens. what’s not to like about that??

inhuman, by charles soule. i love this series, i love the idea of being a total average joe/joanne, getting smacked in the face by a cloud of mist and suddenly having to figure out how to live basically a whole new life. also, if you don’t fall madly in love with dante pertuz, i don’t even know what to tell you, my dude.

heart in a box, by kelly thompson and meredith mcclaren. break-ups suck, but only because of that whole pesky broken heart thing, right? so emma gives hers away. problem solved, no? standalone.

i kill giants, by joe kelly and j.m. ken niimura. i didn’t cry my eyes out or anything. did not. standalone.

sex criminals, by matt fraction and chip zdarsky. having sex = stopping time, which leads suzie and jon to the only logical conclusion: let’s rob some banks!

hawkeye, by matt fraction and david aja. honestly there are a lot of other artist combos in this run but the only ones that are worthwhile are the ones that have fraction and aja’s names on them - sorry not sorry.

SCIENCE FICTION

black bolt, by saladin ahmed and christian ward. saladin revived this character one hundred million percent. there is absolutely a reason this was parading around all over ‘best’ lists when it was released. it really, really did the damn thing.

saga, by brian k. vaughan and fiona staples. this is the comic you recommend to people who don’t even like comics because it is that good. like, my dad - who hadn’t read a comic since he was a pre-teen, eagerly awaits each new trade. the world-building, the characters, the care put into every single solitary bit of all the things? unparalleled. lgbt+ minor characters.

frostbite, by joshua williamson and jason shawn alexander. a post-apocalyptic story that has humanity dying from a plague that literally freezes you from the inside out. very neat, very cold, very readable. standalone.

descender, by jeff lemire and dustin nguyen. this had a rough start, for me, with the main character of the first trade being tim-21, an android who is literally incapable of having the depth to be a lead BUT that does not last through to the next trade, thank god. lots of space and found family and world-building in this to be had! but you know how people rave about jeff lemire? there’s a reason people rave about jeff lemire.

paper girls, by brian k. vaughan and cliff chiang. the 80s and time travel and lifelong friendships. it’s brian k. vaughan, you know it’s good, okay? why do i even have to sell you here, man? lgbt+ main characters.

injection, by warren ellis and declan shalvey. this is another one on my list that started out a little rough but really appealed to me later on. there was just a lot to absorb in that first trade but, once you’ve got it, the ride gets way, way smoother. lgbt+ main and minor characters.

black science, by rick remender and matteo scalera. this was a rocky start, because the main character is such an asshole but in a way where he can’t see he’s an asshole, he’s just a tortured genius who’s superior to all of you, don’t you know? but i am so glad i persevered because if that’s the set up? the rest of the series is knocking him back down. super scientist grant mckay finds a way to access the eververse, every possible reality the universe has on offer, and that’s really what causes every single problem that follows. hard to cause the apocalypse and be an arrogant prick, ya know?

CONTEMPORARY

giant days, by john allison and lissa treiman. this series is so funny and smart and warm. these girls are so kind to each other and relatable and failing at adulting regularly and often and i love reading about them. lgbt+ main character.

lumberjanes, by noelle stevenson and grace ellis and brooke a. allen. this is funny and ridiculous and kind and cool and all other awesome adjectives and you should read it, fact. lgbt+ main characters.

my brother’s husband, by gengoroh tagame and anne ishii (translator). this is such a sweet story about acceptance and family tbh. lgbt+ main character.

fence, by c. s. pacat and johanna the mad. i mean... i need to see nicholas and seiji hook-up, i need that, stat. stat means now! lgbt+ main characters.

WEB/INDEPENDENT COMICS

long exposure, by kam heyward. so mitch and jonas are my absolute faves and i love them to death and the author is so kind in that they actually put this up in print on indyplanet so i can read it the way i, personally, love to read comics (and - bonus! - support them with the monies). lgbt+ main characters.

modern dread, by pat shand and ryan fassett (editors). i’ve been trying to find more better horror comics lately so i’ve been kind of half-heartedly stumbling through kickstarter on the hunt and this was SUCH a great find. it’s an anthology but more cleverly done than any other kickstarter anthology i’ve read, with a main story line that seamlessly strings together the would-be-disjointed ones. this was really thoughtfully put together and really well done! standalone.

heartstopper, by alice oseman. a very sweet story about two high school-aged boys becoming fast friends, playing rugby and falling in love. the two characters are mentioned as an aside in the author’s book, solitaire, and she became so invested in them that she wrote their backstory as a free webcomic. lgbt+ main characters.

the pale, by jay fabares. JUST started this (like, just a day or so ago) but i’m enjoying it so far!

hotblood!, by toril orlesky. i mean... is it a webcomic about a centaur falling in love with his boss? it just might be. did i get a bound edition through a kickstarter campaign? maybe. maybe i did that. who’s to say? lgbt+ main characters.

the bay, by bbz. life on mars through the lens of three young professionals who form an odd but lasting friendship. lgbt+ main characters.

hard drive, by artroan. is it a nsfw comic about a dude and a robot? .... it might be a nsfw comic about a dude and a robot. [coughs] lgbt+ main characters.

seen nothing yet, by tess stone. a nsfw comic about two amateur ghost hunters. can’t imagine why i might be interested in that [coughs] lgbt+ main characters.

captain imani and the cosmic chase, by lin darrow and alex assan. i mean did i want a starship captain who can’t help but lust after the smuggler he’s chasing. i mean, maybe i did. maybe. lgbt+ main characters.

taproot, by keezy young. ghost falls in love with boy, boy falls in love with ghost, AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER. lgbt+ main characters.

always raining here, by bell and hazel. just two boys falling in lurve. lgbt+ main characters.

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magioftheseas · 5 years

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Day 1 - Reserve

Written for @the-hinata-project

Prompt: Reserve Course Student Hinata

Rating: G

Warnings: Lowkey manipulation and insecurity, but other than that, not much.

Notes: Alright, so I’m still in the middle of these, but like... Here’s the first one! They’re all going to be pretty short, around 2K but I’m gonna do my best to finish all of them so wish me luck...! And this first fic is gen. No ships. Next ones won’t be so gen. It’s also pre-HPA. Kind of.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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The last wish he made on New Year’s was a simple one.

I want to get into Hope’s Peak.

But of course that would never happen.

“Can’t you dream more realistically, Hajime? Do you have any idea how expensive Hope’s Peak actually is? We can’t afford that.”

“I... I know that, but...”

“If you know then why are you burdening us with this? Please. Just think about other people besides yourself for once.”

“...sorry.”

His mother sighs, but ruffles his hair in a show of affection.

“You current high school isn’t so bad, right? You can make good friends here, and it’s a fine school.”

“I guess it’s...decent,” he mumbles.

“Just don’t even worry about Hope’s Peak anymore,” she tells him. “It’s impossible, and it can’t be helped. Keep your chin up. Okay?”

“...fine...”

Because he knew, after all, that she had a point. They couldn’t afford it. And he wasn’t talented. It was a pipe dream to attend. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Still...

For his birthday, he was given a new laptop to replace the old. It was a fairly recent model. Pretty expensive. Likely compensation. He can’t say he didn’t like it.

He wasn’t ungrateful. He doesn’t think so.

It’s just that I admire Hope’s Peak more than anything.

So much so that he finds himself on the forums first thing.

>Does anyone have any idea who’s going to be in the upcoming batch?

>They haven’t finished scouting, right? Oh, but I just saw on the news that an actual princess was accepted! Hope’s Peak really can get in anyone!

>Wow, actual royalty?!

>There’s this photographer I follow. She’s getting in, too, I’m pretty sure.

>I just saw Saionji Hiyoko-san’s performance last week. I’m positive she’s getting in.

>I’m more interested in the princess. Can you imagine how lucky it would be to meet an actual princess?

>>They’ll be running the lottery in a month or so. What I would give to have more of a chance...

>Wow, they’re doing that again?

>With how much getting into the reserve course costs, you probably have a better chance with the lottery...

>But if you win the lottery, you’re actually considered talented. Reserves are just...y’know, reserves.

>But you’ll get to meet the princess, potentially. I think the money’s worth it, even if all I can do is steal a glance!

>Still... Seems so lame that you can just pay your way in...

>But brand name recognition is pretty powerful...

>>I heard you can actually get into the main course from the reserve course if you do well enough.

>No way! That’s a pipe dream! Maybe if you paid like, twice as much!

>Must be nice to be rich, huh...

Hinata stares, wondering what to type, but also letting the thoughts swirl around in his head.

>>I would do anything to get into Hope’s Peak. But my family just can’t afford that.

>Yeah, mine neither. Who actually can?

>You’d be surprised... They’re getting a lot of enrollments.

>You can’t like...get a scholarship or anything? It’s not like you need to go to college after attending Hope’s Peak.

>Well the golden gates can’t open that wide, I suppose...

>It’s for the best. If just about anyone could get in, it wouldn’t be that special.

Hinata bites his lip, picking at the peeling skin with his teeth.

>>Still. I want to get in more than anything.

>If you aren’t talented, it can’t be helped.

>>I would give anything.

>Pffft. No kidding. I’d give an arm and a leg, probably.

>>I would give anything.

>A lot of people would.

>You’re like a super fan, huh. Well, I am, too, but still...

>>Getting into Hope’s Peak has always been my dream.

>Everyone wants to be special, man.

>But if everyone was special then no one would be special.

>It can’t be helped. You’re either born talented or you aren’t.

>Right?! I must have spent hours drawing but there was always that one person I could just never compare to. It’s hopeless!

>You shouldn’t say hopeless on the Hope’s Peak forums!

>Haha, sorry!

>>I’ve never been talented. There’s not one thing I’m particularly good at.

>Normie...

>>But I want to get into Hope’s Peak Academy... More than anything.

>Give it up. For your own good. Wishing for the impossible isn’t healthy.

>Hey, don’t tell him that! What if he ends up winning the lottery?

>Yeah, right!

>>I’m not particularly lucky, either.

>Luck’s not a talent anyway.

>Are you sure? I’ve known people who get ridiculously lucky while gambling...

>If they gamble too much, that luck’s bound to run out. And I bet they’re not that lucky, they just brag a lot.

>That might be true... Still it would be nice just to get into Hope’s Peak by chance...

>Whoever wins that lottery probably is ridiculously lucky considering how many people are participating. We’re talking like, every high school student in their first year in the country.

>Sucks to be other countries, huh.

>Maybe someday but for now, I like not having that much competition.

>Still a ridiculous amount competing...

>I bet it’ll be someone who can afford the reserve course if they haven’t already enrolled.

>No fair! That kind of thing should disqualify you immediately!

>>I just...want to get in...

>Yeah we all do. But it’s impossible.

>Impossible.

>Totally impossible.

>Pigs will fly first.

>I heard some Ultimates actually can make some crazy shit. We might see flying pigs pretty soon.

>That’s terrifying.

>>I just want to get in.

>You should get offline.

He should. He really, really should.

Is it really impossible?

“Of course it is,” he can practically hear them murmur. “Not only are you untalented, you can’t afford it! And you’re going to win the lottery, either!”

Hinata buries his face into his hands, shuddering.

I just... I just...

To his surprise, he later receives a DM. Shivering, he clicks it open.

>Would you really do anything for Hope’s Peak?

He doesn’t recognize the name of the sender but...it looks official.

>>Yes. Of course. Why?

>There actually is a program you can sign up for that will get you in without having to pay a coin.

Hinata blinked once. Twice.

It’s way too good to be true.

But he’s desperate. Beyond desperate.

>>What is this program? How can I sign up?

>Here’s the information.

What he’s about to do is how people get themselves abducted, he’s pretty sure. But right now, he’s desperate and... If it really was someone associated with Hope’s Peak, how bad can it be? What’s the worse than can happen?

I already have no chance getting in. I know that... But...

His heart was pounding as he took the train. He stared out the window, at HPA’s towering buildings in the distance, getting closer and closer, and he sucks in his breath.

It’s so shining that it hurts to look at.

Shining like a dream...

“Ah, Hinata-kun, you made it after all. So you have the necessary information?”

“Uh... Yes...” Truth be told, he didn’t understand most of it. There were a lot of words that were hard to read and pretty...advanced. “I just...well you said you couldn’t explain everything in just files, so...”

The other looked pretty professional. Sharply dressed and smiling in a way that at least seemed pretty welcoming. But...still pretty intimidating, considering the circumstances. Hinata ducked his head, feeling rather flustered.

“Yes, it’s meant to be kept very tightly under wraps, you see,” they laugh. “I need to assure confidentiality before explaining, Hinata-kun. Surely you understand.”

That’s...weird.

But it made his blood thrum with excitement to be a part of.

“I... Y-Yes, of course. Absolutely... Of course...”

“Sign this form, then, promising that.”

“O-Of course...!”

He scribbles down his signature without a second thought. The other smiled more, pleased. Hinata squirmed in his seat, and tried to keep his posture straight.

With that, the other sat across from him, polite and yet...expectant.

Ah... Hah...

“So you’re willing to do anything for this school,” they say, voice almost light but also dense with significance. “Might I ask why?”

“It’s...as I said on the forums,” Hinata mumbles, fiddling with his tie. Even dressed professionally for this would-be interview, he feels underdressed. “I’ve always admired this school. Always. It’s always been my dream to...to go there...”

The other nods, expression unchanged.

“And why do you wish so badly to go there, despite not having a talent that can be cultivated?”

Hinata flinched.

“T-That’s...! I...” He hesitates, but he soon finds the words just spilling out. “I just want to be someone I can be proud of. Someone who can stand tall. Be confident. Be significant. Isn’t that what I deserve?”

“Isn’t that what everyone deserves?”

Hinata’s nails dig into his palms.

“I admire Hope’s Peak...more than anyone. I will give whatever I can...and then more than that...if I have to.” His teeth grit. “Whatever it takes... W-Whatever it takes...!”

Even though I know it’s selfish and impossible, I just...!

He just wanted to be someone. Someone other than...this.

Unimportant. Unremarkable. A faceless, meaningless part of the mass. The idea of being consumed by mediocrity and insignificance for the rest of his life, never to matter, never to even be remembered, just to disappear, just like he never even existed—

“I’ll do...w-whatever...it takes...” He’s shaking, eyes wide and crazed. “Whatever it takes... Whatever I can...and then more than that...if I have to.”

“Ah. I see.” An easy smile. And yet, the atmosphere felt so heavy that it was near suffocating. “Very well then, Hinata-kun. That’s exactly the kind of attitude we’re looking for.”

Hinata lit up.

“R-Really?” He dares to let hope slip into his tone. “D-Do you really mean it?”

A nod.

“Hinata-kun... If you could be reborn from the faceless body of a miserable nobody into the world’s hope... Would you?”

“That...sounds too good to be true...” His heart really was racing, but he was flushed with excitement. “But... Y-Yeah... I... Of course...”

“Then, allow me to tell you about how that can be possible. If you agree, you’ll be accepted into the school, free of charge, no talent necessary. In fact, it’s even essential that you be talentless.”

I...don’t understand.

He doesn’t understand but it just sounds so incredible that he can’t help but be swayed.

“...tell me.”

“Very well.”

A folder of files is placed before him. They look too important to grasp. And the stamped out letters of CONFIDENTIAL stare back into his wide-eyed, shimmering gaze.

Fingers trembling, Hinata actually slices his finger open as he flips it open.

He doesn’t even feel the sting, as engrossed as he is in the text.

“I...”

The words swirl around in his head, over and over until he drowns in them.

“Do you need time to think about it?” the other asks him kindly. So kindly that Hinata is struck cold. “Tell you what... You can still get into the reserve course. You don’t have to say yes right away, and the deadline will be in a few months from now. You can attend classes here until then...and then make your decision on whether or not you’re willing to stay. Okay?”

“I... O-Okay.” Hinata swallows. “That’s... I’m okay with that.”

I said I’d do anything. And I do...want to do anything. But...

His hands are shaking while still gripping the files.

I can’t...let this chance slip by...even if it’s something like this. This is everything I ever wanted. Why am I even hesitating?

“It’s alright,” the other says reassuringly, taking the files away with ease. “Hinata-kun, I know you’ll make the best decision for yourself.”

For...myself. Myself...

“I...yes.”

“I’ll have them send in your acceptance letter and uniform.” His hand is shook, the grip warm and calloused. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Hinata-kun.”

“A-A pleasure... Yeah.”

Just like that, Hinata was stumbling out of Hope’s Peak, trembling and falling to pieces with every shaky step.

I have to do it, he can’t help but think. I have to do it, for...for myself...

This was going to be the year his life changed irreparably. He was sure of it.

#thehinataproject #hajime hinata #hinata hajime #Magi fics #the hinata project #although it's not going to show up #I might as well #I'll probably have to message someone anyway #The tragedy of being muted

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highroadsteve · 6 years

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a growing pain — p.p.

a/n: this is the longest fic ive ever written, and it was going to be so much longer but i needed to put something out! im also working on something else that i am in love with so here u go while u wait ;)

pairing: peter parker x reader

warnings: language, angst

summary: your relationship that was headed on the right path took a wrong turn when Peter had gotten an internship

You and Peter were that couple. Your bond was unbreakable, the two of you were just two teenagers that had fallen in love. It was so smitten, the little kisses that you shared at random times, the laughter never ending, the mean (but meant in a sweet way) nicknames. It was obvious that the two of you were going to last forever.

It was a cliché story, really. You two grew up together along with Ned, going to the same schools throughout your lives. The three of you had chosen to go to Midtown School of Science and Tech, only because you all wanted to graduate and succeed together. When your teenage years had come along, you and Peter grew feelings towards each other and it had blossomed into a young but adorable relationship. The two of you were incredibly close, almost never leaving each other’s side for anything. The playful banter between the two of you was what kept your relationship from being cheesy, and more casual. From the meme references that the two of you shared to the ‘you’re so fucking cute, you loser’ type of communication, your relationship seemed to be going on the right path.

However, as cute as it was, your relationship was starting to come to an end. Well, not yet at least, but it began to feel that way as soon as Peter had started becoming distant.

Usually on days before assignments were due, the three of you guys would go over to someone’s place and work on the assignment together. This was honestly just an excuse to hang out but you all knew that you worked together perfectly anyway and at the end of the day, the work was done no matter what. When you all put your mind together, the work just became extremely easier and faster.

But recently, with Peter’s distant behavior, it was bound to happen that he would cancel on a hangout. Of course, the first times it was fine because he is probably busy; however, he bailed on you guys almost every single time and that’s when it started to irritate you.

“He canceled again.” You sighed, throwing your phone on your bed and looked at Ned sitting on the floor with his homework laid out in front of him. He rolled his eyes and put his pencil down on the notebook with a bit of force.

“Of course he did. Man, I’m so damn tired of this Y/N, like no offense to you because you’re super smart, but we work better when it’s the three of us.” You nodded with Ned’s statement, biting your lip with hesitance. You wanted to complain too, but you felt like maybe he had a good reason to cancel.

“Yeah, but I mean, maybe he really couldn’t come this time.” You responded to his comment and he threw his hands up in the air, widening his eyes in annoyance.

“You say that all the time Y/N! When was the last time you got to hang out with him?!” He looked at your face which was showcasing sorrow and a bit of regret, “yeah, it was probably weeks ago.”

Ned shook his head with another roll of his eyes and continued with his homework. You tapped your pencil slightly on the textbook that was sprawled on your lap, a small exhale escaping your lips before you went back to doing your work.

Peter had shown up to school the next couple of days, his eyes becoming heavier but nonetheless, it was still the same Peter. The jokes continued on, both you and Ned forgetting all about the tension towards Peter. Everything was going back to normal until Peter hadn’t shown up for a day.

You were in your room just listening to music and doing your nails. The volume of the music lowered down for a second, notifying you that you had gotten a text message. Walking over to your bed, with your unpainted hand, you grabbed your phone and sat down.

Peter didn’t fucking show up.

The text was from Ned and you had to admit, your blood started to boil. You were fine with Peter canceling on the work days, but this was different. Ned and Peter had a huge project that they’ve been working on for months and it was due the following day. Peter had promised that this time he wouldn’t cancel and he did, so now Ned had to finish the project all by himself.

I’m sorry.

The next day rolled around and Peter didn’t even go to school. Although you were slightly mad at him, your worry for him was more intense than anything. You convinced yourself that he was just sick and that he wasn’t just ditching because he wanted to. But deep down, you felt like that wasn’t the case because he would always text you during the school day if he was sick, so you ended up blowing up his phone with texts.

Peter where are you?

Why aren’t you at school?

You better have a good fucking explanation on why you ditched Ned.

Call me back, I love you.

The day continued on as normal, going to classes, paying attention, going to lunch, hanging out with Ned, and then finally going home. You threw your backpack at the corner of your room and then threw yourself on the bed, exhausted. Today had been both physically and emotionally draining for you. You checked your phone constantly, hoping you could get at least a smiley face from him, because then you’d know he was fine.

The doorbell had rang so you sighed and got up from the bed to go to the door. You looked through the peephole and saw Peter standing there, his hands in his pockets and his hair a mess. You quickly opened the door and stared at him, him staring back at you. He had a black eye and a bleeding lip, a nervous smile appearing on his face. You shook your head and jumped into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck and kissing him all over his face. He hugged you back and proceeded to kiss you on your lips, with happiness and relaxation engulfing his body.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You brought him into your house and closed the door, letting him sit on the couch in your living room. He sat down, exhaling a bit and looking up at you.

“I got an internship at Stark Industries.” He told you with a small smile. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused because he had never mentioned signing up for it.

“Stark Industries? As in Tony Stark? As in, the Iron Man?!” You practically yelled, starting to see how huge of an opportunity that would be for Peter to carry out his studies. He laughed softly and nodded. You smiled and hugged him, kissing him again before pulling away and looking into his eyes.

“I’m so proud of you.” He thanked you and smiled, bringing you in closer for another kiss. Everything was okay in the world at that moment, and you had completely forgotten about the fact that Peter was all bruised up.

Peter had told Ned about the internship and the three of you were always talking excitedly about it. Working with a freaking Avenger sounded like the coolest job on the entire fucking planet. The three of you admired him so much, trying your hardest to pursue the same career path that he is in. And Peter only being a teenager gave you and Ned hope that someday all three of you will be working together.

Peter had been skipping your hangouts a lot, but you and Ned both knew it was because of the Stark internship so you didn’t let it bother you. You knew he was working hard, doing whatever he is doing and putting his entire effort into it. And sometimes he has to choose between his personal life and his education, so you’re glad that he’s choosing his education because you all share the same moral of education coming first. The only problem that had finally arose was when Peter had gotten his report card.

It was a Friday morning and you, Ned, and Peter shared a class together where the teacher was handing out the updated grade book. You looked for your number on the list and flipped your hair sarcastically, pretending to brag about your grade because obviously you knew you were going to get an A. Ned saw his grade and made a fist, whisper-yelling a ‘yes’ while doing so. You laughed with him, giving him a fist bump and turning to look at Peter. He looked at his grade and shrugged, passing it to the next person.

“I got a C, ayyy.” He said in a sarcastic voice. You looked at him and frowned a bit because the Peter you knew would be crying and ranting about how it was a mistake.

“Uh...at least you’re passing dude.” Ned scratched the back of his head and Peter shrugged again, acting like he didn’t care. It was unbelievable, you were absolutely dumbfounded at the fact that this boy that you had to comfort before over a B plus, was brushing off a C as if it was nothing.

You ended up seeing his entire report card and it honestly had taken your breath away. It was after school and you two were sitting on the subway. He didn’t have a single A, the highest grade was an eighty-five percent and it was in Chemistry, also known as the only class Peter cares about. After looking at his grades, you looked up at him with a shocked look on your face, your mouth opened slightly.

“Peter, what the fuck?” You asked him and he looked over at you, puckering up his lips a bit and nodded. He shrugged again for like the thousandth time, not really caring about it.

“Your grades are amazing babe, I’m proud of you.” He smiled and placed your report card on your backpack that was on your lap, grabbing his own from your hands which stayed in the same position. You kept looking at him, not knowing what to do because this wasn’t Peter. There was no fucking way this is the boy you fell in love with. Yeah, he looks exactly like him and he makes the same jokes he does, but this isn’t fucking it. The Peter you love would be stressed out about the grades, he would do everything he could possibly do to bring up a B to an A. But this...this Peter isn’t your Peter. This Peter is out of his damn mind and you’re kind of getting tired of it.

“Peter, I don’t think you should be doing that internship if it means you’re getting these grades.” You stated with a sigh, shaking your head at him. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you with a confused smile.

“What do you mean? My grades are fine.” You blinked a couple of times because you just couldn’t wrap your head around the situation. Who the fuck was sitting right next to you because it sure as hell isn’t Peter.

“You know exactly what the hell I mean, Peter. You don’t have a single A for fuck’s sake!“ You raised your voice a bit, but keeping yourself as calm as you could be because after all, you are in love with this kid. And you’re in a train with other passengers.

“Mr. Stark said C’s get degrees, Y/N. It’s all good. I’m not going to fail in life because of a few bad grades.” He laughed slightly and put his arm around you. You gently grabbed it and removed it from your shoulders, sighing.

“Look, Peter. I know you’re so fucking excited over this internship, and if it’s something you want to do, then by all means go for it. I’m not going to hold you back. Just, don’t forget about where your priorities are.” You looked up and held eye contact with him. He nodded slowly and whispered a small ‘I know’ before kissing you on the lips, putting his arm around you once again.

Life keeps going on, and Peter is still behaving the same way, and you were starting to get annoyed. He was skipping classes and having Tony Stark sign him off as excused because he has the power to do almost anything, obviously. So you would be sitting in class, doing your work with Peter when your teacher would get constant phone calls, excusing Peter to go home. He would get out of his seat excitedly and shoot you a quick wave before leaving you alone to finish the assignments.

You and Ned would hang out after school almost all the time, planning the same study dates you used to do with Peter, and just getting to know each other better. You were starting to prefer hanging out with Ned over Peter, only because Peter would only be on his phone when he was with you, hoping to get a call or text from the infamous Iron Man, resulting in one sided conversations between the two of you. During the times Peter would be at school, he would do the same thing with his phone and you would have to direct your stories to Ned, who would actually be listening.

The school year had finally ended and you were completely dreading the summer. The year before, you, Peter, and Ned would take trips to the beach or to a theme park, having the time of your lives together and creating amazing memories. But this year, Ned went on vacation for the summer and you were left alone at your house, only having your bed as your company.

The loneliness that you felt daily was definitely the worst moments you experienced during the summer. They were moments where Peter would stop texting you for hours and you would lay on your bed, scrolling through social media and intrusive thoughts getting into your head. You started overthinking your relationship with Peter and it was breaking your heart with every second that passed.

Was it even worth it to keep this going? Do I really love him as much as I did? Yes, I care about him, but it feels like I don’t know him anymore. Why am I always the one making sure we hang out? Does he even love me?

Days were spent on your ideas of what to do to help save your relationship. You thought about the pros and cons about breaking up, and the pros were always surpassing the cons. You were laying in bed with tears in your eyes and aching in your chest, because this isn’t what you wanted at all but being together was just creating a burden on your entire life. Your effort was exceeding Peter’s and you hated it, you didn’t want to feel like you’re the only one who actually wants the relationship to last. So after countless days of arguing with yourself, you finally came to the decision that it was time to break it off.

Come over now. Emergency.

You heard a quick knock at your front door. Your heart rate sped up incredibly fast and you started to feel cold flashes erupt throughout your entire body. You took a deep breath and with a shaky hand you opened the door.

”Are you okay?!” He asked when he saw you. His heart was racing for a completely different reason than you, his worry for you was clearly evident in his eyes. You shook your head, your lip quivering slightly and your throat tightening up, a sign that you were about to start bawling. You guided him inside and you sat him down on the same spot as you did last time, standing up in front of him and taking a deep breath.

“Baby what’s wrong? You’re...you’re scaring me.” Peter looked up at your tear filled eyes that looked at anything but him, the frown on your face getting deeper by the second.

“We need a break.” You choked up, a tear slowly falling down your cheek. You glanced at him, seeing his eyes blink rapidly and his Adam’s apple slowly move up then down as he gulped.

“I-wh...what?” He was getting choked up as well, a sob threatening to spill out. But you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your hands flew to your face, the sob escaping your throat and making its way out until it was softened by your hands covering your mouth. You couldn’t control it, you couldn’t stop the sobs that were filling the air with tension and sadness. Peter got up quickly and wrapped you in his arms, only to have you gently push him away and shake your head.

“I can’t do this shit anymore, Peter! I can’t keep acting like you haven’t changed and that we’re still the same fucking couple we were a year ago. Hell, we aren’t even the same fucking friends we were years ago. You aren’t the same Peter and you know that I’m right. We can’t keep this game going because fuck, I can’t take it anymore. I can’t Peter, I can’t.” You were practically yelling at him, your face blushing, your tears flowing, and your nose running. He was crying as well, sniffing every once in a while and his lip was quivering. It killed you to see him like that, but you knew it was for the best. You knew it.

“Y-yes we can Y/N! I’ve been busy and I just...I can’t get out of it and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry baby, but I promise we can make it work. Please, look at me,” He got closer to you and gently placed his hands on your arms, putting his finger under your chin and making you look at him, “We can make it work. I still love you so fucking much.”

You looked at him and there were millions of thoughts going through your head. You were contemplating on whether it was a good idea to stay with him or not. You wanted to, fuck, you wanted to stay with him so bad. Right now it seemed like the best idea, maybe you could make it work. Maybe he will change and he won’t be as distant. Maybe you can be together after all.

But something inside you knew. It just knew that it wouldn’t work out. It’s going to be the same, you’re going to end up right back here in a short amount of time. You’re going to continue to feel the loneliness, you’re going to continue to feel the weight on your shoulders over this relationship. At the moment, it was amazing because you finally had Peter in your arms again, but you knew at one point he is going to leave, and he isn’t going to be the Peter that’s facing you right now. So for your own well-being, and for Peter’s, you stepped away and took a deep breath.

“We can’t. We can’t, Peter. You fucking know we can’t. We drifted apart and I fucking hate you for that. I hate you so fucking much Peter, but I hate you so fucking much because I love you even more. I’m still so in love with you but I can’t make myself suffer like this. I can’t...I can’t keep...hoping that you’re still the same nerdy kid that I fell in love with.” Your throat was hurting, the sobs clawing at it, but you kept yourself straight. You kept yourself from making sounds other than your voice because you knew that if you were to choke out a sob, you wouldn’t stop.

Peter kept his mouth shut. He saw you breaking down, he saw the pain in your red, swollen eyes and he hated himself for it. He knew this was his fault, he made her feel like this relationship wasn’t worth it. He made her feel like shit, and he hates that he let himself hurt you like that. Which is why he was going to let you go. He didn’t have anything to say, and neither did you, so you both stayed silent until Peter walked up slowly to you and hugged you.

The moment your head hit his chest is the moment you let it all go. You let all your frustrations, sadness, and tension go with every tear, every cry. Peter was doing the same, letting his tears fall down onto your hair and shutting his eyes tightly as he let out shaky breaths.

“I love you Peter. And I want you to keep doing the internship. Use that smart brain of yours to do good things. I’m so proud of you.” You whispered into his hoodie, the wetness from your tears clinging onto your cheek. You sniffed, hugging him tighter.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/N.” You heard him choke out, the words barely audible. You nodded, telling him that you know. You know he’s sorry, and so are you.

“I love you Peter.” You sniffed, pulling away a bit to look at his red face and swollen eyes.

“I love you too Y/N.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland au #tom holland series #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfic #peter parker x reader #spiderman #peter parker #marvel #peter parker imagines #peter parker fic #peter parker headcanon #tom holland headcanon #tom holland fic #peter parker series

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dreammutual-remade · 6 years

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idol!you and lucas

request: please do a bullet scenario about lucas and his gf both being sm idols - anon

word count: 2.6k

a/n: first of all,,,, this gif hurts me badly, seCOND OF ALL im so sorry for the inactivity !! I have finals this week and I graduate really soon n ive just been v busy !!! also I had hella writers block trying to finish this ish up but I hope u like it anon !!!!its a lil hard for me to write as an idol just because thats such a Wildt lifestyle but I did my best ily

warnings: cursing n also some crying because god knows all of our boys prolly have during their idol days :(((((((

what’s up butter cup

let’s dive tf in

as a pre-warning thingy i’m making you a singer so i’m very sorry if you can’t sing i can’t either bby

alright so this story begins when you’re not even 16 years old and you audition for a bunch of companies

tbh you didn’t think you were /that/ good at singing or dancing but ???

all the companies wanted you??? you got offers from JYP and SM and Pledis ????? go off queen

we stan

anyways

you decide to go with SM since they produced leGENDS SHINEE

FUCK I LOVE THOSE GUYS

(binch if u went to JYP u literally could have been in TWICE ?!?/&.&. ABSOLUTE LEGENDS UR LOSS THOT)

also because you just think that’ll be best for you ?? idk we don’t judge here (i already did though i’m So Sorry)

on your first day as a trainee you’re in search of the female dorms and you just can’t find them

eventually you run into this,,,, Gang Of Adolescent Boys

they’re wearing dorky ass muscle tees and keep saying shit about “foreign swaggers”

(.... y’all already know who it is sjdkdkd)

and you’re Meek and New and Small so you’re like um, hellowherearethegirlsdormsplease

okay there’s four of them and they’re all fckin huge except for one

the Biggest One with the american accent points you in the right direction and you try to scurry away but end up smacking into the Second Biggest One’s arm because he moved in your way on accident ouchie

“god lucas why don’t you just run the poor girl over”

“hYUNG PLEASE”

“hehehhehe i’m just kiddin”

and you just kind of mumble that it’s fine and go on your way

okay so you train for three yEARS before your debut

and you def come out of your shell alright like you’re Extroverted and whatnot

you still see those boys and even make friends with mark and donghyuck and the Foreign Members

but the entirety of the group you met has debuted except Lucas

you’re not close but you wave and say hi when you see each other

you turn pink everytime from Emotions and also Holding Your Breathe Due To Anxiety

and he was cute years ago but he’s only gotten prettier with age dude

they recently dyed his hair to give him some Blonde Stuff and he looks reaLLY GOOD

LIKE TO THE POINT WHERE U HAVE TROUBLE LOOKING HIM IN THE EYE

but eventually you’re like hey now i’m a grown woman i can handle this giant childish man !!! quit that @ emotions

alright so you debut like, days before him no lie

you’re a solo artist bc idk

red velvet was full 😔🤟

anyways you’ve been filming the video for the past couple weeks and the concept is sort of filmy and shimmery like old sparkly anime water u kno ?

and you’re wearing similar stuff to what ten was wearing in the new heroes mv (BIG OOF) except less warm toned ?

like swishy sort of see through white shirts and spandex underneath

you’re a Beautiful and Skilled dancer so they have u all over the place with this choreo

on the FLOOR on the WALL in the AIR

no joke they had you in a harness doing cool swirly shit in the air this is the stuff of legends my g

but like the inside of SM ? is very cold

if you’re not filming you’re bundled up in a blanket and trying to rub the goosebumps out of your arms and legs

because you have to look all smooth and flawless for filming and those are two things goosies are not

luckily the song wasn’t a huge ballad because it’s rather hard to belt out long ass notes when you’re upside down lmao

anyways, the song is a bop and the mv is beautiful and you are wearing minimal clothing and although these are all nice things but also

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

the filming is almost done thank GOD

you’re taking a break from filming and you go out in the hall in your costume to go get another water bottle because ain’t nobody around to give a pre debut thot a water bottle 🤧🤧

your arms are wrapped around yourself when lucas jogs up behind you and throws his jacket around you??

literally throws it like you made an oof noise

“um ,? thank you that was aggressive”

“i knOw i’m sorry it’s just you are practically naked and it’s Cold in here and also walking behind you i noticed you were Very Exposed sO”

you turn bright red because that means everyone has seen your ass prolly and you duck your head and pull the jacket tighter around yourself

“oh! i’m sorry i mean you look uhh? really good ?? yeah you look good nOT that i was looking super hard or anything or that i uH saw aNything BUt if i did it would look good i’m sure nOT THAT I thInK about that ?$/&/“

and now you’re both blushing very hard but you feel a little better when you see he’s just as flustered as you

you brush your fingers on his forearm to get him to stop staring at the floor and tell him thanks and ask about when he’s debuting

he tells you the mv filming is done since they had to go Real Far Away to do it and get it done ahead of time and that the teasers will be out in three weeks and then the mv release and then its Show Time Baby

you’re excited for him and he’s excited and you debut really soon as well and he’s excited for you and !!!!!

there’s excitement all over the place

he’s smiling so big and his eyes are cute and crinkly and :(((((

you still got a crush on him /sigh/

one of the staff literally yells your name down the hall and you’re like aw shit that’s my cue lol

you leave him with with a lil squeeze of his bicep and you’re BOTH shook

him because ?? was that fLIRTING

you because ?? THAT WAS FLIRTING

also because his biceps are thicc i’m gonna cry

big baby stands there for like 3 mins just shook and with uwus oozing from his pores

you skrt very quickly to avoid the consequences of your actions and get back to filming

okay TIME SKIP

your mv was released and did GOOD AS FUCK

you didn’t hear it from me but lucas + nct boys were seen on vlive jamming the fuck out to your song

you’re backstage like 10 mins from going on and having an absolute panic attack

what if you trip ??? or your voice breaks !!:&::

what if all the reviews say you’re Trash live and that the mv was better since they edited

what if you FLOP AND HAVE NO FANS

NO ONE DOES THE FANCHANTS

FUCK FUXKFUCKFUXKCUDJ

so you do call the king of debuts

mark lee

and you’re like mARK FUCK IM GOING TO CRASH AND BURN PLEAS LLSSE DHELPD ME

he tells you to Calm The Fuck Down and assures you it’ll be fine but it’s not working and mark is but a young boy he don’t know how to deal with FEMALES

you hear some deep ass voice on the other side ask who’s on the phone and mark says your name and then the voice is closer and deMANDING to be given the phone

u already kno it’s our boy yukhei

he can hear you gasping through the phone and having a mental breakdown and immediately makes his voice all low and soft

wow i’m , affected writing this shit

“hey, y/n, listen to me, you’re okay, you’re fine. i promise it’ll be okay.”

“bUT WHAT IF I-“

“you won’t. you’ve worked too hard and practiced too much. i know you i saw you do it. do NOT let all of that go down the drain. you can do this. now get your cute ass out there and take NO SHIT”

“i know but i am, scared”

“don’t be! this is what you love isnt it?”

“i mean,,,, yeah”

“and you want to do this more than anything don’t you?”

“well , yeah”

“then for gods sake don’t be a wimp and do it”

“hey i miss the part of this conversation where you were being nice to me”

“that part’s over babe you need some TOUGH LOVE now please for me and for yourSELF get out there”

“okay.. thanks lucas”

“anything for you, angel”

yOU HANG UP SO QUICK

how dare he

you were all Comforted but then he went on with that angel bullshit

okay long story short you ended the industry dude

all solo artists BOW BEFORE YOU

VOCAL QUEEN

DANCE QUEEN

lucas: shaking because His Angel did so well and you were wearing white and actually looked like an angel

but you don’t see him for the next like twO MONTHS because he’s promoting boss and you’re promoting your single and neither of you are home ever

when you do get a second to yourself you try to send him an encouraging text but

you seldom get a second to yourself :(((

he does the same thing and they’re so sweet :(

“good morning i hope u slept well !!”

“princess don’t forget 2 hydrate”

“i saw ur mnet performance u looked beautiful <333”

this man is practically begging you to wife him up i mean

he’s cute

he’s BIG and WARM

very sweet to you :(

talented and lovely

absolute dweeb

supportive of you even from great distances

BEST BOY UWU

you try to be just as encouraging back because he deserves it UGH

“bub don’t forget to eat i know ur hungry rn”

“!!!!!! you came foR MY LUNGS WITH THAT CENTER DANCE AT THE END BOI”

“why are u sending me messages u need to rest bby :((“

when things calm down though you,, see each other

he doesn’t formally ask you out and you don’t say anything but, youre dating sort of kind of

as idols you’re both still so so busy and you JUST debuted so neither of you are really allowed to date anyways

you settle for little bits of cuddling and secret touches as you pass each other in the hall

you both stand outside of your respective dorms at night to facetime without waking your dorm mates

he desperately wants to go on dates and do Normal Couple things but there’s no time :(

the most affectionate you’ve ever been is when the girl group who shares a dorm with you was out promoting and you had him over and you took a nap together :((((

he Insisted upon being the big spoon and basically wrapped your whole body up with his limbs

pressed a few lil kisses to the back of your neck and your shoulder when he thought you were asleep

you weren’t though and you turned around to kiss him on the cheek and then tuck your face into his neck and pass tf out

he has to leave though because mark texts him and is like YO I KNO UR WITH Y/N AND HER ROOMMATES ARE ON THE WAY HOME

ABORT MISSION DUDE

and that’s pretty much it :(

months pass without much between you even though you’re trying your best

and even though you live in dorms you’re still so lonely especially when you’re traveling because you don’t have any group members

you don’t want to annoy or worry lucas though so you don’t complain

he notices though and late at night he’ll call you while you’re in bed and talk about his day and how he misses you and wishes you were there

and when you get all emo he says he’ll be waiting for you at the airport

(he really does he goes and hides in the bathroom and texts you so you can go in there and TACKLE HIM)

he still calls you angel all the time :((((

god that’s another weakness of mine ??? IM SUCH A WUSS

but it has specifically changed to “my angel”

uwu

your first kiss and first Real Confession happens on the Worst Day Of Your Life

you’re about to go on stage (you’ve released an album since your debut so this is new stuff) when you get a call from your mom ??

she’s crying and tells you your grandma is sick and in the hospital and it’s really bad

immediately you’re barely holding yourself together because that woman half raised you and was the reason you stayed in dance and worked so hard to become who you are today

there are tears streaming down your face already and the makeup team is fluttering around you trying to fix what you’re messing up and it’s bad

you still have to go on though so you go and perform with tears in your eyes and your manager yells at you after for not pulling it together

you go home in tears and then you’re not looking where you’re going and ran straight into a staff who yells at you some more for being some entitled idol brat

originally you weren’t gonna say anything to lucas but, the staff pushed you over the edge and you call him in tears and are incoherent and can barely tell him where you are before you hang up

our boy BURSTS into your room and sees you sitting on the floor with your face buried in your knees and 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 !!

he gathers you in his arms and sits on the bed with you curled up on his lap

he holds you close and rubs a comforting hand up and down your back at the same time as he frantically tries to figure out what’s wrong

“y/n?? baby what’s wrong? angel, please you gotta tell me or i cant help”

“i jjJJUST Got a cALL and my grandMA IS SICK AND THEN I DI D BAD AND DISAPPOINTED EVERYONE AND My mManageR yeYELLED at me and theN I RAN iNtO a staffF meMbEr and he yELled at me too and I JSUT .$:&:&;& i’m sO SORRY u doNT need to deAL WIYH ME you have problems of YouR own and-“

“shhh listen to me i always care about you okay? angel, i want to help you no matter what you know that. also, if you weren’t so distraught i would go beat some SM ass you didn’t deserve to be yelled at :(((( how about we call your mom and check for updates with your grandma and i’ll stay here with you for the night?”

you nod and then reach for your phone while keeping as much physical contact with lucas as possible

he’s the only reason you haven’t reached the Depression Point Of No Return so

we stayin close

you put your mom on speaker and set your phone down before squishing yourself back into his chest and sniffling while the phone rings

your mom answers and you shakily ask for any updates and she tells you not much but your grandma has improved and they think that within a couple weeks she’ll be better

you cry some more and tell her you love them both and you’re so relieved and lucas kisses the crown of your head and is just There For Comforting

once you hang up and you’ve calmed down a little more you back up a little and turn to face him

“hey thank you so much, you didn’t have to come and help me so much but you’ve always been there to make me stop Freaking Out and laugh and i just, love you. yeah that’s what it is. I LOVE YOU I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU, WONG YUKHE-“

he cuts you off by snatching your face in his big warm hands and kissing you right on the lips

he then kisses your nose and your forehead and pulls you back into his lap to tuck you under his chin

“it’s all for you, angel ;)))) i love you more”

#me: a connoisseur of shitty endings #uwu im so soft someone call me their angel right now immediately #lucas #wong lucas #wong yukhei #wong xuxi #nct #nct u #nct 2018 #nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct fluff #nct u scenarios #nct u fluff #nct 2018 scenarios #yukhei scenarios #yukhei fluff #Lucas scenarios #Lucas fluff

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luziflor · 7 years

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Update (long post)

So I wouldnt say I was astral projecting today. Much more of lighly travelling up there and getting to some sort of inbetween spot between here and there, maybe?

Background: Years ago in my coven my mentor had us do a meditation exercise. We would visualize roots growing from where we stood, and tree branches growing up from us. It would lead you into a starry space, and she taught us to put up a ward and shield there. You would then travel into the tree to get to something that was supposed to be a personal temple, to meet with your deities and such. Not really the same as astral home. So im gonna like.... push it up there. Or something. Point is, I have a home thing already its just not really in the right location yet, but is close-ish maybe. Another problem i have with this though is that I used to be into thoughtforms. I had a few, and they had pet dragons. We had a lovely home with lots of wooded areas and a sea and everything. I could tell that one was strictly in my head at the time though, as I used to get severe headaches and even feel the energy in my brain severely shift. Thats a different story, but causes me to again question if im actually doing anything or just creating more thats only my brain (then again, ive heard of egregores being able to see egregores of others or travel to their homes.... ). Clearly, I have some things to work through.

About the home/temple that was already there - literally was created by 16 year old me after seeing an aesthetic pic on tumblr. Maybe I can find it again but I really doubt it. Anyways, the inside is light and dark blue marble. It has gold accents, and greek styled columns. The whole thing is really an old greek looking place. I recall I had a waterfall or something in there that would cause severe damage to a real house but I liked the look so it didnt bother me. There is a white greek statue of a woman in there but I could not tell you who it is. To the left there is an altar. The original was above a stone fireplace.

How its been updated: Same color scheme, theme, and random statue. The water feature was changed though, now its a small pond outside my house with a mini rock waterfall. Like for turtles. My altar is now a weird wooden desk bookshelf hybrid, that doesnt fit the theme at all. But its pretty. And I added a pet altar, it came to me as a wooden slab on metal legs or something, and it has wings that fold upward on it. Very cheesy but its a lovely piece, so I let it be. It has constant offerings of meat, water, and leaves or veggies to my passed away pets. I´ve also made it so they have a space where they can come and go as they please. I was also interacting with my deities and like uh hey guys u can make your own rooms if you want, just follow normal human rules. And I dont think any of them except Hecate did, and she did it immediately hahahah. But its not something I expected from her, though I am new to her as well. She made one that is kind of like a cave? And it had glowing amber light from the inside, and a gold metal accent piece at the top. She placed it very close to my altar but not rudely close. Apparently theres also a kitchen in there but its much more modern looking, and I got blocked from going in there (see below). I added new shields and wards, and a symbol appeared to me but its not related to any deity or anything. It came as I was setting up the shield and looking for sigils too. Its at a weird angle, a bunch of buildings mostly sky scrapers on a flat street. Below it are one line going down, and two lines attached to it with arrows or something going out. I would also like to point out that I huge painted ball python wrapped itself around my house, but it only came in images and energy I cant actually see it on the house.

Experience this time: Went in, established my being there. Looked around, was mostly the same as when I left it though some features such as my altar and water had been changed. Basically anything that worked with elements had disappeared really, or left behind a mild energy and base to build off of again.

Welcomed in my deities to talk to them. Had a great meeting with Zeus, Poseidon, Lilith, and for the first time, Hecate (though I have interacted with her already).

Hecate was the first I greeted. She had her hair in a nice smooth updo, and looked like an oil painting. Im still working on visualization, she didnt move much but I heard her speaking and felt the energy. She also had a golden bird metal band in her hair, which surprised me as well. Shes very nice so far, though i find it funny that she, mother of witches, had to put her room right next to my altar (which only has one side available). I thanked her for her work with me so far, especially as my oldest dog passed just recently, and I have another one whos young and sick now (he is much better today!).

Then was Lilith. When i first saw her, she was old and cranky but none the less friendly to me. Just kinda like a grandma with a temper. That had been in winter. Now as it is summer here (or spring? guate is weird), she came to me as a woman who had to be 19-early 20s. She had light olive skin, and swamp green eyes with slit pupils. She had brown loose curled hair that was every so slightly frizzy and very full. She was full human, but this time her body was super limber and a bit long like a snake. She was in a plain white dress, but it was like you could feel that her abdomen had a very specific shape that was like a snake. She was lovely, very kind, and patient with me as always. She is sweet but definitely has a jokester and teasing energy about her. After I left her, a huge californian king snake wrapped itself up around my shoulders just to chill, and I felt his scales moving across my shoulder. I havent held a snake in years, and I know for a fact my old cal king has died.

Next was Zeus. He is so much like a father figure to me, and he was very cheerful. Unfortunately because I havent really met up with him in a very long time, he looked to me like the animated Neptune from Little Mermaid. Yeeaah, sorry man. But he was fine none the less. We have a good relationship, he was glad to see me reaching out to them again. Even though I could not see him as he is for me, I could feel his energy. For me he is very hearty, and big. Its like santa clause with an attitude problem. (sorry pops)

Finally, Neptune/Poseidon. This one has been confusing for me as he presents himself to me as both. First it was more of Neptune, but now more of Poseidon. While Zeus is more like a father to me, Poseidon is the one that has all of my interests or is coincidentally related to weird things that happen to me. While Zeus has always been like a father, Zeus and I were more detached to begin with. But Poseidon was always the sweet uncle who related to what I liked and taught me valuable lessons. Today I saw him and felt him at the time, but once I was recording it in my journal I forgot almost everything about the experience other than it was super nice.

There was some point where I had looked down, and noticed I had on partial armor in the color of gold on my legs and on my lower arms. Then I saw light dusty blue fabric draped over my arm, and more detail came from there. I was somehow wearing a stereotypical greek dress, but also bits of gold armor. I looked into a mirror and also saw that I had on a golden crown which felt a bit much in my tastes, but it was lovely so I kept it anyways!

I saw my old dog Molly in there, though we didnt interact. Muffin, my recently passed, was there too. And I met up with her, and while I cant for sure say it was her it was good to have a few moments where I felt like I was playing with her again and hearing her weird snorts she makes when shes happy. My physical body had started crying after that. I could feel her bones again, if it was her shes happy but needs some serious vetting, which is probably the case anyways. Hopefully the offerings and me getting more experienced will help as time goes on.

In my pet altar, I opened the drawer and found pictures. The only one I could really make out was one of my passed kitten, Possum. Possum had been a soul mate of a cat for me, ive never felt a connection like that before. And when he was passing away in the middle of the night across my whole house, I woke up for no reason not feeling tired at all. Then something told me to go outside because I had to go get him. He died a few hours after that, and im broken hearted to this day.

At the beginning of this whole thing, I created an athame. Its based off of the ones they sell here but I have yet to actually get my hands on. Its made of metal and stone, and the tip of the handle has a tigers head. This one is a regular athame but I was immediately moved to make it into something to defend me from malicious spirits as well. I immediately slipped it into a knife holder that happened to be around my waist.

I was going to the kitchen, as my deities had left, there were no pets running around in there (maybe Muffin, but I had been interuppted in the physical world so our session broke off), so I was lonely and wanted to explore. I immediately felt blocked from going in there, and a black figure flew out at me. I felt just about nothing from this experience so I dont think that part was real (and I will go into more detail about this in a second). I grabbed my knife, stabbed it in the head, and the spirit was passed out or whatever for a second. I took it outside and realized I could removed the black around it, it was just cloth. It was what appeared to be some sort of white teenager, but the look of him really made me feel like he was not modern times. I dont know. Ive never seen him before either, and again, I didnt feel any panic from this at all. Only when i got blocked from the kitchen.

When I had egregores, I had a nice home for them. But in the upstairs I would hate going to because a black figure would come up to me. I would feel panic and even feel this in the physical realm sometimes. It is not around me anymore I dont think, or if it is, its only kept in my mind so its something personal I would assume. He was banished long ago, I changed their house, and didnt see him ever again. I questioned that experience at the time but it felt more real than the one I had earlier today. I dont know.

Long story short- met up with the deities, Hecate had to put her room next to my altar, new guards up, snake things happened, might have killed a spirit but maybe nah, maybe hung out with my deceased dog for just a few seconds.

#long post #p #astral home #spirits

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isakthedragon · 7 years

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A Dragon Sized Adventure Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Interview with Slinkys

Crash's Universe, N Sanity Island, Crash's Home.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.*

*Brio has been knocking on the door for a few minutes.*

N. Brio: "I know we haven't been on the best of terms, but you can't just be ignoring me like this. Hmmm... perhaps their off fighting Cortex still?"

*He doesn't have much time to ponder when a portal opens behind him. Sonic pops out first, followed by Tails, Spyro, Cynder and all the others.*

N Brio thinks: *"Hmm, they don't look like mutants, yet they walk on two legs..."*

Sonic surveys the surroundings: "Well, at least Eggman went someplace tropical for once."

Knuckles: "It sure is. Reminds me of Angel Island's jungle a fair bit."

Big: "Looks like a wonderful place for fishing."

N Brio: *"And they talk too. They don't look like they belong to Cortex. And I wonder who is this 'Eggman'."* "Uh-oh." *They notice him.*

Shadow is the one who notices him first. "Hey... who is that guy?" *They approach him.*

Brio decides to play it cool since they don't know him. "I'm Doctor Nitrus Brio-"

Sonic interrupts. "Wait, DOCTOR? You mean like a scientist?"

N. Brio: "Yes-"

Sonic: "An Evil scientist?"

N. Brio: "Yes- I mean, no!" *But it was too late. Sonic had already plastered a foot on his big head.*

Sonic: "There! One less evil scientist to worry about- DOWCH!" *Amy hits him on the head with her hammer.*

Amy: "SONIC! Didn't you hear him? He then corrected himself."

*Brio starts getting angry and green and getting taller and bigger, but then he pulls out a beaker of green liquid and drinks it, returning to normal.*

Sonic: "What... the heck... was that...?"

N. Brio: "Sweet, lovely mutagen." *He regains his composure.* "Sorry about that. I need to control my anger, lest I turn into a monster."

Sonic: "Yeah, like the Incredible H-DOH!" *Amy smacks him with her hammer again.*

N. Brio: "No, he's right, it's apt. I won't lie, I was an evil scientist."

Sonic: "I knew it." *He shuts up as Amy readies her hammer again.*

Big: "Hmmm, but you don't hold that very well. You're too... meek. You would rather let others take your accomplishments."

Brio: "WHAT? NO!" *He gets more delusional by the second.* "I created the Evolvo-ray! I INVENTED SLINKYS! STOP PLAYING WITH THEM BECAUSE THEY'RE MINE. I INVENTED LIGHT-BRITE AND WROTE THE BIBLE!" *He turns into the Hulk when he says* "I! WAS! IN! THE! FIRST! GAME!" *He then drinks his mutagen, turning back to normal.*

Sonic: "Oh, great. He's a crazy scientist."

Big: "No... He's putting a façade. The only thing true in that is that he perfected the Evolvo-ray... whatever that is."

N. Brio shows his sanity again. "I see I didn't fool you, eh? You're right. I only perfected the Evolvo-ray, a device to evolve weaker creatures into super soldiers, for Dr Cortex. Now, HE is a evil scientist. He's the one who wants to take over the world."

Sonic: "Sounds just like Eggman if you ask me, wanting to take over the world."

Spyro: "What are you doing here any way? You don't look like you would normally visit here."

N. Brio: "You are correct, I do rarely visit the home of my- I mean, Cortex's creations, Crash Bandicoot, Coco, and Crunch. But I got an anonymous phone call telling me to go to the homes of the bandicoots. The caller was strange, very egotistical. And before we hung up, I swear I heard him laughing 'Bwah hah ha' and I thought I could also hear metal banging on metal in the background."

Shadow: "That sounds quite a lot like the Doctor and Metal Sonic."

N. Brio: "Oh! And sometimes, some robots would question what he was doing, only to get a 'Quiet nincombots!' in response."

Sonic: "Now that does sound like Eggman, he never compliments his robots at all."

N Brio: "So, that is who this Eggman is... Hmmm... I did sense an evil just like Dr. Cortex. Which reminds me, none of the bandicoots are here, which troubles me. I know that they can go off to fight Cortex, but he usually tells me about it. (He is Cortex's friend, no matter what.) But there was no call. Did the bandicoots finally fail?"

*The ground suddenly starts shaking.*

Sonic: "Whoa! Is this an earthquake?"

N. Brio: "No... RUN!"

*Everyone moves away from Crash's home towards the beach as thorns shoot up from the ground, missing them. On the beachfront, the water freezes with ice.*

Amy: "What's happening?"

N. Brio: "It's the mutants! They're attacking us! But why?!"

Sonic: "Mutants?"

*From the forest behind them, Spikes, Snipes and Magmadons rumble their way while from the water, Ratcicles and Eel-lectrics slither and slide out. They gang up on the heroes.*

Sonic: "Ooh! A challenge for once. I got this guys." *Sonic starts revving up in his ball form.*

N. Brio looks at the mutants and notices the new headsets on them. He tells Sonic "Sonic! Aim for their heads! Destroy those headsets!"

Sonic: "Got it!" Sonic uses his Light Speed Attack to decimate all the headsets with no trouble at all. They shatter and fall to the ground.

*The mutants go from their crazed state to a more relaxed state, stepping away from the heroes. But before any celebrating can occur, Crunch, with Crash riding him, comes in. Crunch points his arm gun at the heroes.*

Sonic: "Ah, two more want to meet my speed, huh?" *Sonic starts revving up again but Brio stops him.*

N. Brio: "No, wait! That's Crash and Crunch... but they're different."

Big: "They appear to be under mind control. But whoever did this didn't do a very good job on controlling them. Hmmm..."

*He performs a thunderous clap, awakening Crash and Crunch from their mind control. Crunch drops his gun arm and Crash accidently loses his balance and falls onto the ground.*

*Sonic can't help but chuckle at Crash's fall. Then Amy proceed to whack him over the head with her hammer again.*

Crunch: "Oh, my... what happened? Why are we back home?"

Tails: "You guys were hypnotized into trying to attacking us."

Crunch: "What, you little critters? (Crunch is about taller than OMEGA) Darn it, it was that Cortex and the rotund dude."

Sonic: "Rotund dude? Did he wear a red suit and black pants and shoes?"

Crunch: "Why, yes! He trapped us in cages. He said his name was Eggman or something."

Sonic: "Yep, that's Eggman all right."

Crunch: "Then Cortex took us to his Evolvo-ray and then evolved us to look like this. After that, it's all blank for a few days, save for a command to attack a blue hedgehog and his friends just recently."

Crash has gained more than enough brain cells to speak, but all he says is "New Evolvo-ray!" before silencing himself again, as though he rather not speak.

N. Brio: "WHAT! He made a new Evolvo-ray without me?! That does it! Follow me, I'm taking you guys to wherever Cortex is."

*N. Brio jumps into the nearby rubble of what was the old Space Head (From Mind Over Mutants). The others jump in as the Space Head starts working again. N. Brio can be heard saying "Found you!" as they reach the room N. Brio is in.*

N. Brio: "Hop on this teleporter here, it's going to take you were Cortex and this Eggman is."

Crunch: "Why should we trust you? You're not exactly a good guy."

N. Brio: "Yes, I know. But you should also know I am angry that he has thrown out the old Evolvo-ray. I'm done not taking credit! GET ON AND KICK HIS ASS!"

*Not wanting to make Brio go Hulk on them again, they get on and are sent to the Space Egg's / Death Head's lowest levels.*

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DEATH HEAD'S / SPACE EGG'S BRIDGE

Eggman is in command when the alarm goes off, saying there are intruders on board.

Ensign Cubot: "Commander, there is an army intruding on board."

Ensign Orbot: "It appears to be Sonic, Spyro, Crash, and the others, Commander."

Commander Eggman: "Excellent, they're right on time. Lt. Commander Metal Sonic, inform the, ugh, Captain that Sonic and Crash and the others have arrived."

Lt. Commander Metal Sonic: "YES, COMMANDER... NO RESPONSE FROM THE CAPTAIN, COMMANDER."

Eggman: "What?! Oh, that's it." *He goes to the ready room and bangs on the door.* "CORTEX?!" *The door doesn't open.* "CORTEX!" *The door is still closed.* "Metal Sonic, force the door open."

Metal Sonic: "Yes, sir." *He overrides the door's security lock, making it open.*

Eggman sees a sight that stops him midsentence, saying only "Cor...tex...?"

*Only one light is on in the ready room as Cortex sings into a microphone.*

Cortex: ♪ "Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time. I feel ali-i-i-ive! And the world, I'll turn it inside out, yeah. I'm floating around in ecstasy. So-"

Dingodile: ♪ "Don't-"

Tropy: ♪ "Stop-"

N. Gin: ♪ "Me-"

Uka-Uka: ♪ "Now."

Nina: ♪ "Don't-"

Komodo Moe and Joe: ♪ "Me-"

Tiny: ♪ "Me."

Eggman: "Oh, brother."

*Pinstripe and Koala Kong raise the lights.*

Cortex (The others take the back-up): ♪ "Cause I'm having a good time! Having a good time! I'm a super star shooting through the sky like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity. I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva! I'm gonna go, go, go, There's no stopping me! I'm burning thorough the sky, yeah, 200 degrees! That's why they call Mr. Fahrenheit. I'm trav'ling at the speed of light! I wanna make a supersonic man out of you!"

Eggman: "Great, now I have to hate Queen..."

Cortex: ♪ "Don't stop me now! I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball. Don't stop me now! If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call! Don't stop me now! Cause I'm having a good time. Don't stop me now! Yes, I'm having a good time. I don't wanna stop at all! Yeah."

Eggman: "You're gonna have to stops sooner or later."

Cortex: ♪ "I'm on a rocket ship on my way to Mars, on a collision course. I'm a satellite, I'm out of control. I'm a sex machine ready to reload! Like an atom bomb! about to oh- oh- oh- oh- oh- explode! I'm burning thorough the sky, yeah, 200 degrees! That's why they call Mr. Fahrenheit. I'm trav'ling at the speed of light! I wanna make a supersonic woman out of you!"

"Don't stop me; Don't stop me; Don't stop me; hey, hey, hey! Don't stop me; Don't stop me; Ooh, ooh, ooh! I like it! (Don't stop me; Don't stop me;) Having a good time, good time. Don't stop me; Don't stop me; Oooooooah! Alright!"

Eggman: "Fine, they are doing a pretty good job."

Cortex: ♪ "Ooooh! burning thorough the sky, yeah, 200 degrees! That's why they call Mr. Fahrenheit. I'm trav'ling at the speed of light! I wanna make a supersonic man out of you! (Hey, hey!)"

"Don't stop me now! I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball. Don't stop me now! If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call! Don't stop me now! Cause I'm having a good time. (Yeah, yeah) Don't stop me now! Yes, I'm having a good time. I don't wanna stop at all! Yeah."

"La, ra, ra, ra, rah, ra, ra, ra, hah, Ha, ra, ra, ha, ha, haaa, Ha, ra, raa, ha, ra, ra a-a-a- Ooh, ooh, ooh..." ♫

Eggman: "Are you guys done now?"

Cortex: "Ah! Yes... I'm just so happy."

Eggman: "So much so that you need to stop all communications out there?"

Cortex is clearly ecstatic. "Well, you saw how much fun we had... now what is it?"

Eggman: "Well, you remember I told you to send Crash, Crunch, and an army to handle Sonic and his friends?"

Cortex: "Ah, yes. Did they kill them?"

Eggman gives a sarcastic response. "Oh, yeah, they did such a good job."

Cortex, cheerfully: "Wonderful."

Eggman starts to rage, but then he calms down. "No, Cortex. They're here in the station."

Cubot comes in. "Reports are that they are in the Prehistoric Terrarium."

Orbot: "We shut them in there, but I don't think we will keep them in there for long."

Cortex: "WHAT!"

Uka-Uka flies over in rage. "That bandicoot is still after us?! YOU STILL FAIL ME, CORTEX, AND I DON'T GET HOW!"

Cortex: "Now, hang on. I got a plan. Dingodile, go to the Prehistoric Terrarium."

Dingodile: "Al'ight, sir. It's gonna be a roast."

Cortex: "The rest of you! To your Terrariums. We are going to stop them!"

*Everyone leave to where they need to be.*

Next Time: Get ready to see some dinos in the Prehistoric Terrarium.

#Isakthedragon's fanfiction #A Dragon Sized Adventure #ADSA #ADSA: Chapter 25

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chiarathekiwi · 7 years

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Somebody once tagged me

I was tagged by @butwewereanempire , whom I dont actually know but who seems a chill italian who knows her way around cool classical memes, so props for that lmao. Thanks for tagging me, finger guns right back @u!

Nicknames: some people call me Chia,Chiari, some Mari, my sister calls me Piru.. Then a bunch of variations of my name.. Just go with Chiara.

Star Sign: i’m a proud, if somewhat atypical, Capricorn! (my bday is coming up and i’m Full Of Dread)

Height: uh, 169-170 cm? it has been forever since ive measured myself

Time right now: 19:33

Last thing i googled: twitter probably?

Fav music artist(s) : REGINA SPEKTOR OWNS ME. also florence+the machine. Sleeping at last are also cool! Recently I’ve taken more and more of a liking to musicals, too. I like most genres though, and generally dont care much about the artists themselves. Sorry, music nerds.

Last movie i watched: uhhhh man i watch movies so rarelyy. It must have been toy story 2 on tv last week

Last Tv show i watched: i dont...really watch tv shows...im thinking probably stanger things, this summer!

What im wearing right now: I’d make the 90s proud: im wearing a colorful jumper my mother bought in 1992, and a pair of jeans from 1999 gifted to me by my aunt because she didnt fit inside them anymore

When i created this blog:July 2013.... rip in pieces

The kind of stuff i post: dank memes, fandom stuff, and my drawings!

Do i have any other blogs: I... I do actually, i amone of the mods of badlydrawngriffith give it a looksee folks its kwality. Submit your own gross pigeons.

Do I get asks regularly: Nope! Hardly ever get any, even for art memes or requests. I should be more consistent with my art, i guess! Please send me art asks i have free time and a tablet and a heart full of love

Why did I choose my url: I used to have a really close friend who nicknamed me Kiwi, and i liked the assonance with my name, so chiarathekiwi it was.

Hogwarts House: idk man idk i’d probably be a failed ravenclaw

Pokemon team: my phone died before i could advance to elvel 5 in pokemon go, but i was super gay for candela ever since the leaders were announced, so in my heart of hearts im a valor binch

Fav color: Red!!! i like bright, glossy red, like cherry red or fifties red just. give me the red, man.

Average hours of sleep: i need at least 8 hours of sleep per night to function, but i usually sleep like four hours for three days in a row and then twelve for five days in a row my sleep schedule is fucked man

Lucky number: 2, 3 and 5! I dont know if theyre lucky, i just like them

Favorite character: from what??? you cant just do this to me man i have so many childrennnn.. But listen you know who is a precious, beloved baby? Mob from mob psycho 100. Protecc.

Number of Blankets: screw blankets i got a duvet, get on my level fuckers

Dream Job: trophy wife. Like, grade school participation prize trophy wife.

Following: 1,175. dang thats a lot of people, i just love cool artists so i follow all of them! and some of them have personal and art blogs, so i follow both, and the numbers pile up...

Number of posts: 5,661 Again, rip in piss

I tag my precious homegirl @trieizieme , Hailey @i-am-the-cactus , and my beloved broafs @ofpaintedflowers , @shitan, @theflowoftears Okay listen i’d tag the rest of yall but i dont remember your urls, aslo this way xenia, sab and laicha will b able to tag u i’m being sensible here

tagging also @ohhumbleoddity and @dai-li-sergeant! youre both sweethearts

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ase-trollplays · 7 years

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-- thecomebackKid [TK] began messaging infectiousMisanthrope [IM] --

TK: YO WHAT'S UP CHUMP?!

TK: Shit!, !emme change my text rea! quick!

TK: Fuck yeah!, there we go! B)

TK: Gotta get that Lime up in here!

IM: ...Why lime?

TK: Cuz I fee! !ike it! I haven't used !ime in a !ong ass time!

IM: ...I mean, okay.

TK: Ho!y shit!, I fuckin rhymed!

IM: ...Holy shit! No one Cares.

TK: Speaking of no one!, what's going on with you!, my dude?!

IM: ...Literally nothing.

IM: ...I drank so muCh Coffee this morning that I literally died.

TK: Oh snap!, so I'm chatting up a fucking ghost right now?!

TK: OOHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIT!

TK: Hey do me a favor and fnd a burned up indigo chick with a caved-in sku!!

TK: Te!! her Kitty Cat says "Go fuck yourse!f"

IM: ...No I'm alive again sorta you diCkwad.

IM: ...My paCemaker shoCked me baCk to the living realm

IM: ...I literally installed a fuCking paCemaker in my Chest beCause I have drank myself dead before.

TK: And here I thought I'D be the one to die first!

TK: Though it's fucking rad that you're a!ive again!

TK: Now you can join me in the "fucking died and came back to !ife" c!ub!

TK: You'!! get your jacket in the mai! next week! B) You're we!come!

IM: ...Funny, I died a long while baCk when I injeCted myself with the ZOMBIE SERUM while I was being a mad sCientist.

IM: ...But I'm just now reCieving my invitation?

TK: Oh shit that's right

IM: ...upset

TK: Just for that!, you'!! get a mug!, too!

IM: ...Good.

IM: ...That way I Can drink more Coffee. And die again.

TK: And every time you die and come back!, you get some new shit! B)

TK: After your tenth death you get your own ship!

IM: ...Do I also level up?

TK: Fuck yeah! B) What kinda bu!!shit wou!d that be if a!! you got for coming back were !ame prizes?!

IM: ...I'll level up and then I'll be able to die harder.

TK: You'!! a!so die better

TK: Faster

TK: Stronger

IM: ...HARDER FASTER STRONGE BETTER

IM: ...fuCk

TK: So are you sti!! doing the !ow key super vi!!ain thing!, or just sitting around !ooking ug!y?!

IM: ...Yeah.

IM: ...I'm even more of a super villain now.

IM: ...My mate died lol

TK: Oh shit!, what happened?!

IM: ...She just.. died. Like, out of nowhere.

TK: Damn!, that rea!!y sucks! Sorry to hear that! :(

TK: No wonder you haven't been doing shit! If my babe just up and died!, I'd probab!y just crash and burn!

IM: ...Yeah, admittedly, I've been burning.

IM: ...Tryin' real hard to live again tho. Shit suCks.

TK: Is there anything I can do to he!p shit suck a !itt!e !ess?! Now that I've had a rea! job for a whi!e and I haven't had to be hospita!ized recent!y!, I've got fat stacks we can burn! B)

IM: ...FAT STACKS

TK: THE FATTEST STACKS

IM: ...I dunno man, I haven't done anything besides eat as little as possible and stare at anime waifu titties in a long time.

TK: If you don't fee! up to going out!, I can a!ways bring the party to you! You down for getting fucking wasted?!

IM: ...You know you don't wanna do that.

IM: ...My hive is Covered in bugs and shit remember

TK: That's why I have a hazmat suit!

TK: I gotta be there for my boy!, bug and shit aside!

TK: That's what friends do!

IM: ...That's so grossly sweet.

IM: ...Like... like dango. Dango is grossly sweet.

TK: Oh man!, I fucking !ove dango! That was one of my favorite things back when I was sti!! a!!owed to trave!!

TK: I haven't made that shit in a whi!e! I oughta throw together a coup!e of batches to shake off the rust!

IM: ...FuCking do it

IM: ...Hey asshole Can I get serious with you for a fuCkin minute or what

IM: ...Can we have a "real talk"

TK: oh shit we're gettng serious!

TK: Sure!, just !et me turn off my quirk rea! quick to show how serious I am!

TK: Okay, no more exclamation points everywhere.

TK: What's up?

IM: ...So after my mate died, I started doing a lot of thinking, sinCe all I do now is eat expired food and fuCking jaCk it to big titty waifus. And when you're dealing with loss like this, you kinda get stuCk in your own head and all that.

IM: ...What if I'm just running from something? what if that's why I'm like this??

IM: ...I'm like the most miserable person I know

IM: ...Maybe I'm too against the idea of Confronting that misery beCause I hate Change or something

IM: ...I don't know how to live and I've always been alone and then I WASN'T alone but now I am again

TK: Confronting misery is fucking hard to do.

TK: I won't pretend I know how you're feeling because I've never lost a quadmate or really anyone that close to me. I got no fucking clue, but I know that when something really bad happens, it feels like the world's basically crashed all around you.

TK: You're just buried alive in so much shit, and yeah, you know you can't just stay like that forever, but digging yourself out is so fucking hard, it can even be fucking scary

TK: So you just set up shop in the rubble and hope that maybe it'll just fall away at some point and things will go back to being okay.

TK: Or you don't even hope. You just give up and stay there because Fuck You what's the point, there's nothing for you outside the rubble so you might as well just stay buried.

TK: Or you just straight up deny the rubble's even there.

IM: ...I'm under this goddamn rubble.

TK: I'm not even close to being the right person to try to dig you out, but you can bet your ass I'll be there to check on you and slip whatever you need through the cracks until the right person shows up or you can climb out.

IM: ...That Counts for something.

IM: ...Thanks man

IM: ...For, uh, everything. Not just being here but letting me get real for a bit and everything.

IM: ...You're kinda like my only friend.

TK: No problem, Malato. That's what I'm here for.

-- infectiousMisanthrope [IM] stopped messaging thecomebackKid [TK] at 01:18 --

-- infectiousMisanthrope [IM] changed their mood to OFFLINE --

#thecomebackkid #stellarsolarian #catbug #i was not prepared to have this many feelings ;o;#pesterlogs

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