#maybe maybe maybe

[nell0-0]

Seen plenty of fics and art of Irida winding up in the modern day (even pokemon masters did that), but what about you're own view of how that'd go? Or barring that, a version of her winding up there and things not exactly going well at first? Like not /violently/ horrible or anything like that, but just not well.

Well, I already have a version of it with the Subway Boss Irida AU. But if you want a version of Irida in the future where things end up, uh, not well, I do have an AU I have only talked about on Discord.

It's an Irida in modern day + twin dragons au:

More about the AU below the cut

The premise of this AU starts with the fact that all the Zekroms out there used by trainers (few as they are) are just fragments of the original, Ingo/Zekrom, who always stays in Gear Station. Until the eeby deeby, that is.

So, when Ingo is yeeted, all the fragments of Zekrom vanish, no matter if they're in pokeballs, PCs or roaming around. This happens because the link with the original and main one is severed.

Years later, there are rumors about a trainer with a Zekrom, so it catches the attention of a lot of people, especially those from Unova and particularly Emmet. And Team Plasma. Yikes.

Irida originally lands in Johto, where she crafts a custom pokeball for Ingo/Zekrom since it just isn't doable to walk around everywhere when Ingo's dragon form is so big. She doesn't understand what happened, nor where or when she is, but she's very cagey about Ingo's situation with others. People don't realize it's Zekrom at first because they weren't expecting the legendary there of all places after vanishing for years, which helps.

Ingo is very protective of Irida as well, especially since she's stranded in the future and he's stuck in his pokemon form (for now). Poor guy doesn't remember how to detransform. Not that he knew he could turn into a giant dragon either. He forgor.

But eventually they end up in Team Plasma's radar, hoping to use Zekrom for their new plan to take over Unova. They're being hunted down. Oop.

#art requests #submas #submas au #twin dragons au #zekrom ingo #pla #pla au #pla irida #clan leader irida #irida #subway boss ingo #ingo #warden ingo #my art #I still don't know how to name this au #maybe maybe maybe #Black pearl au #because huge black dragon and pearl clan #may change it in the future tho so any suggestions are welcome

[hoenn-pride]

As someone who has felt like they've failed or lost dreams and had to rebuild themselves, I think a lot about Grusha.

I think about how it's implied Grusha's injury was a big deal. That it was a public thing. There's an article in the school library about a big competition coming up, and Grusha - second-best snowboarder in the world - will be competing. Everyone was waiting to see how he'd perform.

I think about how they're very specific to note that Grusha is the second- best.

He likely felt like he was up and coming. He likely felt like the world was at his fingertips. Even if he wasn't the best- the best, he was good. Really good.

And if he kept going, one day, he would be the best.

Maybe it frustrated him to no end to be compared to someone else. Maybe it killed him to always be called second-best. Maybe he was determined to break himself out of that and make a name for himself all his own.

And then for it all to get cut off so suddenly, so abruptly, out of something that was so clearly out of his control.

So loudly, so tragically, so publicly,

in front of everyone who came there to watch him compete. Maybe for the title of no longer being second-best.

I think about how he likely never wanted to touch a board again. How it likely made him sick and angry at the snow. The mountain. How even the best well-wishes from his biggest fans likely made him sick. To relive the shame and humiliation all over again.

To feel like everything you ever worked for got ripped away from you so suddenly, due to things so beyond your control.

And how his gym is alone on Glaseado Mountain. How being a gym leader seems to be now the only thing he has. And he doesn't feel like he's any good at that, either. How ice is notoriously a pretty vulnerable type as it is.

And yet, he's still the Ice-Type gym leader. He keeps going back to the snow.

How when you invite him over as a special coach at the academy, he starts talking about the Polar Biome. How he checked out the mountain again.

And how he picked up a snowboard. And even if he was embarrassed to admit it, he started to ride again.

Not the same, no. It might never be the same. Sports injuries can alter your life, alter your entire body, forever. He likely can never compete again.

But I think about him, and I hope life gets new purpose for him. Even if, due to his injury, his life may never be quite the same. Never quite what it was.

I hope he can find a different happiness. Even over the ruined pieces of the dream he once loved.

#current mood #pokemon sv #grusha #pokemon grusha #i'm in a depressy emo mood ok let me think about my boy #maybe someday when im less swamped with other WIPs i'll write that grusha thing #maybe maybe maybe

[purpleqilinwrites]

better than.

a/n: i fell in love with danmeshi over the weekend! i have so many thoughts and feelings about chilchuck and his wife and their daughters, so i wanted to write something about them. i wish we knew her name! since there's no canon name for her (yet??? please! i'm manifesting), i gave her one mostly for ease of fic writing but also because i think she should have one haha.

fandom: dungeon meshi

pairing: chilchuck tims / chilchuck's wife

genre: angst, general

info: told from the perspective of the wife; she is named (junnimay); takes place pre-canon

warnings: might not be canon-compliant

synopsis: for the better, she comes to learn that moving with the tides of life is a mercy in itself.

word count: 3.3k

Chilchuck Tims / Chilchuck's Wife

The apple trees were starting to clothe themselves in pale pink blossoms, releasing a sweet fragrance into the air. Kahka Brud took it as a sign of the winter's end, shedding off the furs and double-lined coats of the coldest months, and so did Junnimay. Reaching for one of the thinner woollen cloaks hanging by the front door, she whispered, "I'll be back soon, Fler," to her still-sleeping daughter before setting out for an early morning walk.

A contrary breeze made it difficult for her to shut the door quietly, a rather unceremonious slam of wood against wood following a series of laboured grunts from her lips. Fler had always been able to sleep through even the most turbulent of autumn storms; a little noise a ways from her bed surely wouldn't stir her from her needed rest.

Junnimay wiped her palms down on her cloak even if they weren't sweaty, and she started on the unpaved path that led to one of the larger streets of Kahka Brud.

At the place where the narrow local paths merged into the cobblestone main street, she greeted the elderly gnome couple having breakfast in their front yard. The younger of the two women stopped her with a shout in Gnomish and then waved for her to come closer. She approached the line of potted miniature trees that formed a makeshift fence between the public walkway and the gnome couple's property, and the elderly gnome pressed a still-warm bun into her cupped hands.

With a smile, she thanked the women in Gnomish, biting into the bread and telling them how delicious it was before she continued down the main street. As she chewed on a particularly large cluster of candied orange peel bits in her next bite, she pondered visiting the farmer's market on the way home so that Fler could have some candied orange buns to share at the tailor shop where she worked. It would be good to make a larger batch to share with the neighbours, too.

A splash of deep reddish brown dragged her attention to the present, the burst of colour out of place among the blush-pink apple blossoms and the grey-brown tree barks and the yellow-streaked blue sky. Junnimay almost dropped the last bit of the bun gifted to her, eyes wide as she took in the sight before her.

There were two half-foots under the large apple tree at the end of the street that opened to the southern market district. One of them shook out a grey bedroll that was much too large to have been designed for half-foot use, and the two of them took turns scooching into it and then reclining to watch the clouds.

The taller of the half-foot pair sported an uncannily familiar head of auburn hair, poking out of their shared bedroll that was made for one tall-man but could apparently fit two half-foots comfortably. She chucked what was left of the bun into her mouth before she took slow steps towards the mouth of the market district, keeping her eyes on the half-foot couple the whole time.

They paid her no mind, even if her gaze never left them minutes and minutes after coming from behind them to appear in front of them. They were too in love to notice her.

Chilchuck was lying in bed next to her, but his back had never felt so far.

Even when Junnimay was a child relentlessly chasing after him and his older siblings in a game of tag melded with hide and go seek, the distance of rows upon rows of tomato plants between her parents' house and his was tiny in comparison to the hand's breadth that separated Chilchuck's sleeping form from her. The entirety of the vast tomato field was easily crossed under her quick and stubborn feet, possible to traverse. She didn't feel the same way about stretching her hand out to touch her husband.

When she had yelled something or the other about getting caught in the tomato vines, Chilchuck would've instantly turned around and run to her. He always did, even if it meant that he would lose to his older brother, the person he hated losing to the most. She remembered that being the reason why she liked him; when she called for him, he made haste to come to her.

If she woke him up at this point in their lives, years and years after playing games with ever-changing rules in the tomato field that belonged to everyone in the village, would he be quick to awaken and ask her if there was anything troubling her? If there was anything he could do to help?

Chilchuck shifted as if her thoughts were so loud that they woke him. She squeezed her eyes and mouth shut, pretending to sleep the way their daughters did when they were still red-faced in the way half-foot children usually were in their most tender years. His blanket swished when Chilchuck pulled it tighter around himself, curling in on himself and inching all the more away from her. All was still on his side of the bed after.

She fell into a true sleep as she pretended. While pretending, she was trying to remember the last time her husband broke out into a run coming to her simply because she had called his name.

The neatly placed line of dark bottles filled with various alcohols that Chilchuck accumulated over the years never looked so inviting to Junnimay.

Between her and her husband, he was consistently the more avid drinker. Since she first discovered she was pregnant with Mei and Fler, she found that she hadn't had the same taste for alcohol that she once had as an adolescent. She used to sneak sips from her father's hidden stash of ales from time to time, careful never to take more than a single large mouthful off the top of the bottles that were full.

With Chilchuck out accompanying yet another party of adventurers to one of the dungeons scattered around Kahka Brud and her three daughters asleep, Junnimay thought it was a better opportunity than ever to indulge in a little alcohol. It has been years since the last time she partook, after all.

She tiptoed to grab hold of the bottle she felt was most appealing, the scarlet label on the front boasting that the mead within contained floral honey from a well-known apiary on the Southern Continent. Pouring herself an economical portion into a dark glass cup, she settled into the alcove overlooking the sea and cracked the window open to feel the salty night-time winds on her face.

"Mama," came a sleep-addled voice from past the kitchen and down the hallway. Junnimay made it to the dining table when she found her firstborn daughter rubbing her eyes at the threshold that separated the kitchen from the rooms.

"Mama," Mei said again, sounding a little more awake than she did the first time. "I think Dad's not coming back yet."

The staunchness in her daughter's statement made her inwardly flinch, and she tried her best not to show it on her face. Mei had always been an unusually perceptive child, and it worried her that her daughter might be picking up on the growing unhappiness between her and Chilchuck. She wouldn't be able to bury it from her girls forever, but she wanted to keep any marital issues hidden from their young and still innocent eyes. The world should be sunny and kind when they gazed upon it, more beautiful and right than when she was the one looking.

Junnimay put on a smile, approaching her daughter and putting her arms around her, stroking at her head of wild ginger hair. It soothed her somewhat when Mei immediately buried her face in her chest, her comparably smaller fingers clutching at the cotton of her sleeping tunic.

"Not for a while, little heart," she said, vacantly running the fingers of her right hand through Mei's hair to untangle the knots. "But he'll be back."

It had only been two days since Chilchuck left for his most recent dungeon expedition. He had never been one to complete a job sooner than he said he would, diligently seeing to it that the task he agreed upon beforehand was carried out as promised. It made him an excellent addition to any adventurer's party, but she realised it also made him an absent father and an unavailable husband.

"He'll miss my birthday again," were the condemning words Mei chose for Chilchuck, muffled from the way she was pressing into her mother and clinging. Junnimay's heart twisted at the disappointment in her daughter's voice, as if her father had let her down for the final time.

Mei suppressed a sniffle and tried to mask it with a sound of exasperation, little fingers starting to pinch at her flesh beneath the fistfuls of fabric already within her hold.

It reminded her that Mei, while able to pick up on subtle things that most children weren't, was still a child. It reminded her that Mei still needed her protection.

It reminded her that she was failing quite miserably.

Chilchuck was at the door for the first time in almost three years, and it was akin to seeing a ghost when she swung the door open, not quite knowing if it was definitely him after hearing his voice on the other side. Junnimay blinked twice, squeezing her eyes shut as she quickly completed a simple incantation of protection taught to her by one of the gnome neighbours, and then opened them once again. He was still there, so she moved aside so he could come in.

"The girls are all out today," she said, leaning against the closed front door to resume lacing up her work boots. "Puck's staying with a work friend in the meantime, so you won't be seeing her until she comes back at the end of winter."

He seemed rather displeased at her lukewarm reaction to his return home, but he didn't mention it. Mirroring the burgeoning pile of her grievances about their marriage, she kept silent when he pretended there wasn't anything to complain about. It was a complicated dance that the two of them had perfected over the years, intimately familiar with each step.

"Where you are headed?" Chilchuck asked, sweeping his eyes over her attire as if he were scanning his lock-picking toolkit for signs of wear and tear. She hated it, and it was bitter when she swallowed the feeling with an increasing level of ease, automatic.

"To the bakery," she said, needlessly undoing the fastening tie of her cloak and doing it up again, tighter the second time around. "My shift ends late, so don't wait up for me. There's leftover cured meat and cheese from Mei and Fler's birthday dinner last week in the pantry, if you want to eat."

Chilchuck crossed his arms rather aggressively as she spoke, and she felt validated at his show of displeasure. She was starting to become suspicious that he believed their marriage to be as intact as it was when they were walking away from the ceremony, but it gave her a twisted sense of unity that they were both looking at the same cracks and being afflicted with the same unpleasant feelings.

"The one along Third Street, right?" he asked.

It sounded to her like he was running out of things to say, and it made her all the more eager to get out of the house and fall back into the safety of her daily routine in which he was entirely absent. She had become comfortable as a mother of three daughters whose father's only contribution was a pouch of gold coins every full moon, delivered to the door by an administrative employee of the local Adventurer's Guild.

The money he provided for her and for the girls has been slowly and steadily increasing over the years, and she was glad that he appeared to be making a name for himself as a skilled locksmith. There was a sudden jump in the weight of the pouch put in her hands a few months ago. She wanted to ask about it since Chilchuck was here, but ultimately decided not to, keeping her questions about his work and his time in the dungeons of Kahka Brud close to her heart instead.

There was once that he had snapped at her for being too curious about his work, and that one time was enough for her to become unnecessarily cautious when speaking to her husband about the jobs he undertook.

She nodded, putting a hand on the doorknob and finding solace in the coolness of the metal against her skin. The silence between her and Chilchuck felt awkward with how large it was, taking more space in the house than even the house itself. When it became apparent that he had indeed run out of things to say, she pushed the front door open and stepped out.

"I'm off," she said, expecting him to regroup with a new adventurer's party on yet another dungeon expedition by the time she returned from her own work at the bakery.

In the early hours of the morning when she found herself home again, Mei and Fler were asleep in their beds. They left a note for her on the dinner table, saying that they ate at the tavern close to the main street and that they brought back a portion of wild boar stew for her in case she was hungry.

For once meeting her expectations at the exact line where she drew them, Chilchuck was nowhere to be found.

Mei was taller than her now.

It was obvious that her daughter was bending at the waist to give her a greeting hug, the height difference between them further exaggerated by the thick soles of Mei's work boots. A bittersweet sense of awe nipped at Junnimay as she was reminded once again how much Mei resembled her father.

"Mama," Mei said, linking her arm with her mother's as the two of them wandered the Central Market on an impromptu stop on the way to Fler's home. Junnimay thought it would be nice to take a long walk with her firstborn, since Mei had taken the opportunity to surprise her by picking her up from the bakery on one of her rare free days. "You deserve to be happy, you know?"

Junnimay froze mid-appraisal of the many kinds of honey on display at the store on her left, slack-jawed and wide-eyed as she turned her head to face her daughter. Where was this coming from? Briefly, her thoughts led her to the husband she recently left, and it brought to the forefront of her mind once again her every reason for finally acting upon what was in her heart.

Mei seemed to be taken aback by her mother's inarticulate but apparently tumultuous contemplation, so she cleared her throat, eyes darting to the side as she visibly mulled over her next words. "I saw you talking with a gnome uncle at the bakery. Your smile was so bright," she said, beginning to pick at the unoccupied holes in her belt with her free hand. "And I can't remember the old man ever looking at you the way the gnome does. I think you can be happy with him, now that the old man's out of the picture."

Bodies were skimming the pair of them in the passing as they stood in one of the many footpaths in the Kahka Brud's largest market. There were many sights to behold and smells to contemplate, and there were even more wares on sale. She had to be mindful of pickpockets in a crowd as thick as the one that eternally thronged this market, but she could only focus on the determined jut of her daughter's chin.

"I'm just saying," Mei said, making eye contact with her after allowing her a moment to ponder. "I want you to be happy. Fler and Puck, too. You deserve it more than most people."

Junnimay moved her arm from its curled position around Mei's and used it to pull Mei into a one-armed hug, squeezing. The wet warmth of tears pricked at her eyes, and she gave her daughter the widest smile she could muster in an attempt to keep her face from crumpling the way it did when she cried.

"I am happy, little heart," she said. "But I think I'm not made for a second marriage."

She watched the gears turn in Mei's head from behind the screen of tears in her eyes. Wiping at her face with the back of her other hand, she apologised instinctively to a male voice that yelled a phrase in Elvish for her to move from somewhere in the mass of people behind her.

Mei sported a scowl as she scanned the crowd over her mother's head to see who was intruding on their conversation. Junnimay laughed, making sure to steer herself and her daughter closer to the wall between the honey store and the one beside it.

"Did the old man ruin it for you? Marriage, I mean," Mei said, after her sweep of the crowd proved unsuccessful. The majority of the market-goers were tall-men who unintentionally blocked her view of the offending elf, lost in the commotion.

Junnimay felt the need to put on a smile, but remembered that Mei was too old to fall for it. Mei had been too old to believe her fanfare of a reassuring smile since she was just a child.

"His father told us that since we liked each other, we should marry. So we did," she said. The memories trickled into her mind's eye slowly, obstructed by years and years of trying to fill the space of both mother and father for her girls. Looking back on her childhood in a small village where everyone was a half-foot was akin to looking into an old spyglass, trying with much difficulty to spot something on the far horizon.

Chilchuck's father was far more authoritarian than hers ever was; if he said something was to happen, everyone around him made sure it happened. Her father, while affronted by the other half-foot's demand, was agreeable to the match and gave her his blessing since she had insisted that she liked Chilchuck enough to marry him.

"I wanted my parents to be happy, and I liked the idea of marriage at that time. I didn't stop to think about if marriage was the right thing for me," she said.

Noting Mei's silence and hoping to assuage any anxieties her daughter might have, Junnimay gave her another squeeze, smiling without the express intention of consoling. "But I don't regret marrying your father. Because of him, I have you and Fler and Puck. I gained the world's best daughters."

Mei chuckled at her bold proclamation, sighing affectionately when she leaned up to press kisses to her daughter's cheek. "Mama, you say embarrassing things sometimes," were the words that Mei spoke, but Junnimay knew her well enough to hear the words she actually wanted to say. She smiled into Mei's jaw.

"Are three daughters better than a husband?" Mei asked, a cheeky glint lighting up her eyes.

Junnimay squeezed her yet again, a tense fist of unease inside her chest loosening with the surrender of a long-kept confession that bared her heart. Even the golden afternoon rays of sun became brighter and more beautiful, her secret feelings being received most graciously by her firstborn. She was sure they would be received similarly by Fler and Puck too; the three of them were all warm-hearted women whom she was proud to have birthed and raised.

"By a thousand tall-men leaps and bounds, three daughters are infinitely better than a husband."

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi scenarios #delicious in dungeon scenarios #chilchuck tims #chilchuck's wife #chilchuck tims x his wife #chilchuck tims x chilchuck's wife #fic #angst #general #kaija writes #kaija writes: dungeon meshi #i'm anime + adventurer's bible scans only #so there's still some things about chilchuck and his family that i haven't come across yet #but still!!! #it doesn't stop me from having so many thoughts and feelings!!! #i wrote this from the perspective of his wife #but what i really want to write a little something more from the perspective of meijack #meijack chils i am writing a fic about you next #something about her eldest daughter syndrome makes her a sister to me #i don't know if it comes up in canon #but i know her #it is there and i want to write about it #i also think a lot about the fact that chilchuck and his wife are childhood friends #childhood friends + exes to lovers??? #maybe maybe maybe #i am frothing at the mouth thinking about it

[zeldaelmo]

1000 followers celebration!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

As some of you voted for, we're doing a community thing!

Rules: Create a zelink piece that meets the prompt "Just after midnight". All creative works are welcome, starting but not ending with art, stories, poems, mood boards, photos... It has to be zelink (all incarnations including hildavio, sheik/link, etc). No AI.

Please tag your work accordingly, especially if it's not rated for everyone. Use the mature feature or the cut if necessary.

I'm happy about every entry, so don't talk yourself out of it because we've never interacted or you are doubting your skills! It's for fun!

Share your work here on Tumblr and tag me so that I can see and reblog it. 💕

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If you have questions, send an ask! I'm excited!

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes #legend of zelda #1000 followers #Just after midnight #Might do TP #Or a story about a love letter tree I found on my vacation #Love local folklore #It has a post adress and all #maybe maybe maybe

[chipper-smol]

I really want to write a story about a dragon rescue center so bad

#maybe maybe maybe #G muses

[tozettastone]

I want to write a ficlet but my head is full ONLY of ideas that will take like at least 5000 words to execute. Come on, brain. What shenanigans will you write the Akatsuki getting up to today?

#maybe i should write a stupidly high context ficlet about the OC #idk #maybe a crossover #go back to the universe where steve rogers met kakuzu and hidan #maybe maybe maybe #... maybe i should cook dinner first and then see if my desire to make ficlet actually continues #the kitchyphean torments might kill it

[loathsome-sickness]

at which point does the power shift with fear

men are expected to simply accpet that people are afraid of them, and frankly often that they are culpable in that fear

but we know that that fear can often be motivated (and maliciously weilded by) bigotry. racism and ableism come to the forefront of my mind here but this can and has been weilded against pretty much any minority you can think of

so when does the power shift. when someone decides the object of their fear doesnt count as a minority? how many autistic and schizospec people exactly have the experience of being correctly identified as neurodivergent rather than just a threat?

transitioning and being read as a man has been gender affirming, for sure, but i've developed entire new compulsions, intrusive thoughts and paranoias devoted to the how i am being percieved as a threat, as being harm just by existing around people

because im a man, because im visibly weird

i am not a threat to other people, statisticly im at much higher risk of violence even from the women that are afraid of me

but as many people say, how are the women supposed to know that, because statisticly they are at constant threat of any man around them

at what point, i ask again, does the power shift

at what point am i allowed to just exist without having to mind whether or not someone will hurt me because i was too weird, too threatening. at what point do i get to stop thinking im hurting people just by sharing their space

will i ever be allowed to exist

#of; dmitri #intersectional feminism at least seems to grapple with these concepts #its unfortunate how uncommon feminism is intersectional #cw for discourse i suppose #cw for me waxing poetic about how fucking impossible it is to even leave the house right now #all i did was stand somewhere in public waiting to be picked up by my mother from therapy #thats all #maybe i did it weird #maybe i read too much into people walking past me #maybe maybe maybe #im tired #i know theres typos i did this on my phone

[moral-terpitude]

Fingers crossed for me as I am not sure I will be accepted a second time around (i submitted the same information I did before but that doesn’t mean anything.)

Unfortunately, it may mean, if I am accepted, that I’m here a little less as the semester I’m applying for starts in 10 days. 😬

#maybe maybe maybe

[homerforsure]

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#i have almost no chance of posting this stupid fic before next week but also what if i did though #i’m on the last chapter now #parts of it don’t seem to suck #maybe #maybe maybe maybe

[mycwows]

Unpopular idea/hc/imagines #2

whispers whispers babysitter/adoptive parent p4 dude...whispers

whoever knows anyone that is as delusional as me to make smth like this, please, point me at their direction so i can run at them full speed

I'll draw him being a confused babysitter soon enough! breaks into a house, supposed to only steal shit, finds a baby and goes; "Oh, looks like im obligated to look after you while your parents aren't here!!"

some voices tells me he's the reason the parents are dead.

while the other voices tells me he would have abandoned the child if he saw it there in the first place

he's a mentally ill man, he's not fit to be a father.

but FUCK those voices, I'll do WHATEVER i want

#p4 dude #postal 4 #delusional #babysitter #personal delusions #headcanon #comic coming soon #maybe maybe maybe #don't quote me on that #postal #postal dude #self indulgence #caregiver #papa dude #yappering #.txt

[ruskaroma]

might work on some john constantine piece after i’m done with ordinary corrupt human love BECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN. HE’S PRACTICALLY BEGGING ME TO WRITE SOMETHING DIABOLICALLY DARK MORALLY WRONG PLOT ABOUT HIM

#he eats pussy like it's his last meal im telling you #maybe maybe MAYBE #vampire!constantine ? anyone ? no ? #alr alr #just a small oneshot of constantine being the nastiest dom DOM who likes seeing people cry for him #john constantine #keanu reeves #constantine

[urlocalwormtoday]

qsmp thoughts

ok so

I remember from a stream, I'm not sure which one, I think it might have been Etoiles, where he looked in each of the resistance chests and in Slimes was a book that looked like it was written by Codeflippa/Ju@n4fl1pp4

It was something along the lines of like "where are you? I'm hiding" but all codified and stuff, y'know the way she writes

Does that mean Codeflippa is a part of the resistance?? We all know she's definitely against the federation, very anti-fed

And it's pretty much been confirmed that isn't the real Juana, with the Day of the Dead stuff and the fact she couldn't leave just like the rest of the Dead eggs

Also ALSO, is the code the federation captured Codeflippa? There's so much evidence pointing to it in my eyes but it might also be a coincidence-

Charlie got the code corruption after spending too much time around Codeflippa, which spread to his house in the form of code blocks

And when the code exploded (??????) Into black concrete after Etoiles rescued it, there were bits of code block in there too

But at the same time we've seen code blocks where there have also been other codes that seem unrelated to Slime and Codeflippa

Soooo

Mmmmaaybee

#qsmp slimecicle #qsmp #qsmp etoiles #qsmp code monster #qsmp codeflippa #qsmp codecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp thoughts #Hm #maybe maybe maybe #This is kinda a stretch tbh #Worm Rambles

[ladybender]

latest panel from the L.A comic con, recorded on December 2, 2023

#futurama #video #fun stuff and some new info about the next episodes #maybe even a movie eee👀 #maybe maybe maybe #Youtube

[blonde-fraumell]

Alright. Okay. Alright. Hear me out. I need to get this down before my brain stops working (or goes back to obsessing over yet ANOTHER story...)

This is about my Subnautica AU that may or may not happen. Feel free to ignore. ((This is... turned out much longer than anticipated))

One of my dear commentors on Eclipsed Rhythm (Ch 3) said something about Glitchdrop being the next LO, and I was like: I... have never really separated the OG Eclipse and Glitchdrop.

BUT there are many who see Eclipse and Glitchdrop as separate.

Hell, I answered an ask a long time ago about RU!Sun (purple eye one will now be called Infected!Sun, since I have a Virus AU) and was confused was the asker meant! So I talked about the differences between Eclipse and Glitchdrop! Like shit man.

Why haven't I fully thought about my own Glitchdrop?

SO! Here's my thought. Glitchdrop (will call Glitch from this point on) isn't a Siren Leviathan like Sun, Moon, or Eclipse. At least not really.

To those who have played Subnautica, remember the Warpers? They were created by the Precursors/Architects. Bio-organic creatures. What if THAT'S what Glitch is?

And experiment to see if the Precursors could CREATE a siren leviathan. Another way to spread the cure maybe? I don't really discuss the issue of the Kharaa bacterium in my fics, BUT this could be something.

However! Trying to make a bio-organic leviathan proved to be EXTREMELY dangerous. The one they made was unstable in every sense of the word. Energy levels spiked erratically, to the point the leviathan was electrocuting or burning everything he touched. His mental stability was gone and the Precursors couldn't control him.

He was more dangerous than a Sea Dragon Leviathan, which not even the Singularity Siren (Eclipse) subspecies could handle.

Glitch was contained, deep in a facility in the Void. He was never meant to get out. But when the Precursors left, Glitch escaped. He wandered the world, killing and destroying everything in his path. Until one day, he found something small. Weak. Ferocious.

Another survivor from the Aurora. Different from Riley in the game, different from the reader in Leviathan’s Song, and different from Crumb in Eclipsed Rhythm. (This tale would occur at the same time as Crumb's)

Glitch finds this new Reader and becomes obsessed. The little landwalker is nothing like anything he's seen, he's killed.

He wants to know more. He wants to play with this creature, this human. He wants them to be his and his alone. Nothing would touch them, nothing would harm them. The human was Glitch's.

As for the human? They would be on the more oblivious side (cuz we love dense and yandere dynamics). They see this massive monster and is just "Oh wow. He must just want a friend! Why can't the PDA figure anything out about him? Oh! Maybe the PDA just needs an update!"

#fnaf sb #announcer's corner #subnautica au #ideas #long post #ramble #fnaf glitch sun #tw yandere #i am dabbling with yandere w/ Learning Together and Thief's Chosen End. but this one would be more intense i think #never written something like. would be a challenge but! i aim to invoke emotions and create immersion more than anything. #maybe maybe maybe

[legendoftortor]

me, after finding out I’ve somehow made the tiktok ban list despite not creating any HL content yet:

(In all seriousness though, if any of you need someone to talk to, my DMs are always open & I’m happy to give you my discord info if you prefer to chat there, love you all 💕)

#does this mean I’ll start writing again? #maybe maybe maybe #haters gonna hate #shake it off #personal thoughts #I really don’t feel like I should have to say this but these boys are literal pixels #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt

[radar-chaos]

Sidon with a bunch of poes.

Call that sh!t uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Poseidon.

#legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #zelda spoilers #maybe maybe maybe #i have no idea im just really tired after graduation