#sorry i know his head isnt yellow i just think its cool how fucked up and evil primary screwworms are bc the maggots eat live flesh

[sporesgalaxy]

Fan art of @1percentcharge 's Gnathan except it's based on things I've learned about flies by looking at them under microscopes every week for 2 semesters!!!!!!! I've never seen THE Fly but I've seen a lot of flies so I am a big Gnathan fan :)

#sorry i know his head isnt yellow i just think its cool how fucked up and evil primary screwworms are bc the maggots eat live flesh #and i wanted an excuse to draw one i hope u enjoy it anyways :) #horror high #insects #bugs

[kurosstuff]

A/N: so here's a donna x reader thing I thought of!! Also the reader is a maiden a head maid to be more exact- made the header with the only pic that DIDN'T come out terribly??? Idk how the fuck to make them?? Its- technically first pov but isnt exactly written that way idk man I'm dumb

Warning(s): blood, angie swears because I say so. Goes into slight depth of a small injury. FEMALE READER, panic attack(s) SPOILERS!! AND ANGST- this isnt a nice fic. It's not even close haha(but I changed some stuff around to make more sense so fuck you♡)

Donna Beneviento x F!reader: Right place. Wrong time

Parties sucked. Being a handmaid was fun and all but the biggest downside is you have to attend these.. events? You weren't entirely sure what they were but Lady Dimitrescu was very clear on you attending to assist her and the other lords during this time

"I swear if it weren't for Mother Miranda" Lady Dimitrescu spat out at the drunken fool-no her brother? You weren't actually sure what he was to her but they acted like siblings. Mother Miranda help anyone who asks- last person who did landed in the cellar "I would have kicked you out." Taking a drag from her cigarette. Leaning down and blowing into his face making the man start yelling as Moreau hide behind the table yet again-unless he wished to be dragged into the fight as well as he usually did during this time

If it weren't for two things happening with you. You'd probably laugh. But with how many villagers there are-the ones who hurt you. Your anxiety was racing. Even worse when the lord-no the women you were very interested in was here as well. The mysterious women dressed in all black as usual, Donna Beneviento and her doll companion, Angie by her side looking around frantically at all the new people. Jumping up and down excitedly

Deep breath...

Deep.. breath..

Turning you started out the door. Thankfully being the head maid you wouldn't exactly get in trouble with an extent of course(also helped the fact the lady and her daughters were well aware of your anxiety and were surprisingly kind about it?). As you moved you were unaware of a pair of painted eyes glancing at you before turning to another

-

The cool breeze in the air calmed you as you roamed around the garden. If it weren't for the weather it would have been such a beautiful sight. Well more then it was. Dispite the chilly air as winter was just rolling around the corner. The indication of it creeping up a bit closer with the speaks of ice and snow arounding around and on the flowers. Personally decorating then with their own weather, the crunch under your feet became louder as you got farther away from everyone

"So this is where you went?" A voice called out behind you, stiffening in response you could only hope for the best as you turned-half expecting one of the sisters, but you knew better then to assume that-if it was they'd have bitten you gently-as they could-before dragging you off somewhere

Turning around your assumption was proven correct. Standing infront of you was a small porcelain doll, odd colors painted on but overall handled with such care-you stared in awe before remembering yourself. Kneeling down a bit infront of the doll you smiled

"Why, hello Lady Angie" you started with a smile-watching the mock of a shock on her face, her mouth a gap more then it was before "would you like something?" Speaking softly to ensure not upsetting the doll if you even could? You weren't sure but you've heard that she had a temper of sorts on her

With a mock scuff Angie threw her hands in the air happily "ooo! 'Lady'? Can't remember the last person to call me that seriously" with a scratchy giggle she bounced around you happily. Almost intrigued with you "and what do I want? Hmm" she stopped infront of you again crossing her wooden arms in thought

"Walk with me"

She spoke suddenly after a moment rushing off you in tow- before her foot caught the long dress of hers. Almost sending her falling if you didn't grab her hoisting her up in your arms suddenly. Standing frozen for a second before placing her down gently

"Sorry Lady Angie." Looking her over you nodding in note of no injuries seen on the poor doll "rude to not ask but I'm glad your alright" before looking around her again to ensure you didn't miss anything.

Angie stood head titled to her side interested, holding her arms up to you she made grabby hands like a toddler would when wanting up. "Pick me up" she ordered with a giggle, kneeling down you gently grabbed her. Picking her up you held her against her hip, almost like a mom holding a baby or a toddler it seemed to be the best choice-her reaction was a happy laugh. Pointing off to a room she nodded her head towards there

"Off we go then Lady Angie" you said, walking to the door across the wintered garden. Opening the room to show the indoor version. After all Bela-the eldest likes to do some research on them every now and again-and some of the gardening things held vegetables for the other maidens to keep them "fresh" as they said.

The greenish room should more of the vibrant colors of the objects then the snowy wind from outside. Catching your attention was the chorus of 'down's' repeatedly from the doll-who in turn was put down on the floor gently. Rushing off she called for you to join her. Following close by you couldn't help but smile at her child like nature-dispite her crazy nature, it was very enduring

Turning the corner you didn't expect to see her maker-the lady of the Beneviento house. Donna Beneviento also the same one who caught your attention from seeing her for the first time. Growing a bit flustered you bowed your head towards her-gaining a snicker from Angie who whispered-or at least seemed like it- to the veiled women. Of what? You weren't sure but it must have been something if she suddenly jolted up almost nervous like

"Hello Lady Beneviento" you responded carefully. It was obvious to anyone who sees the Lady- she seems to not be be used to being social with others, "its nice to meet you, My lady" speaking formally as you've been taught-and reprimanded for repeatedly in the past. Thankfully now it stuck

Nothing but silence filled the room. No talking. No movement even from Angie who just stared at the Lord. Your anxiety crept up even faster now, did you say something wrong?

"..WELL!" Angie suddenly jumping up bringing her wooden hand onto your pant leg pulling you forward- with such strength for such a small doll. "Come on" she tugged again annoyed like a child would if their toy was taken from them

"Give me attention!" Smiling you followed her to the smaller table you've seen before- when you first entered you never knew why the Lady would want such a small table. Now with Angie you knew why. Sitting down infront of the doll you leaned forward awkwardly in the seat

"Thank you Lady Angie" smiling at the doll like child who held a cup of 'tea' flavored air towards you with a cackle and nod-unaware of the gaze on you both from the veiled women who underneath smiled slightly at the sight

After a couple moments of playing tea, Angie's attention was stolen from a butterfly getting up and chasing after it with a yell of- profanities which you could have only assumed she learned from the other Lords. Movement was heard behind you-aware of the other women you pretended not to hear as to not scare her off

A flower crowded your vision for a moment before you took it gently. Fingers grazing across the other women's gently-ignoring the way she flinched away almost like you burned her somehow "thank you Lady Beneviento" you replayed glancing over at the veiled women who moved to sit beside you-almost so still you would has mistaken her for a statue-if not for her breathing hitching softly as a smile crossed your face. You didn't want to scare her off as she finally started to relax around you, slightly but enough

Holding the flower you looked down admiring it with a soft smile- which if you remember correctly Bela-during her studies-called it a Calla lilies. Whatever it was, it was a beautiful flower. While looking at the flower you failed to notice the one who gave it to you watched intently. Almost like she was flustered- but it was hard to talk with her veil to anyone. Anyone but Angie-who giggled behind you. Ditching the Butterfly for the scene before her. It was not only surprising that Lady Beneviento gave it to you but it also confused you as to why. Twirling it in your fingers gently you glanced up to the black veiled women "Thank you Lady Beneviento" smiling before remembering you already thanking the women-you grew slightly embarrassed from the lack of response-unsurpising as it was.

Laughing that scratchy tone-almost like a disk being scratched you drew your attention to the doll clinging to your pant leg once more "oohh~" Angie started in a tease "Donna thinks your pretty~ I can see it I guess" Angie giggled pulling at your pants for attention-if it weren't for what she said you'd compare her to Daniela for her need of almost constant attention

"What?" Was all the response you gave as the veiled women yet again stiffened in response-before abruptly standing up. Looking up at her smiling getting up as well. Angie curling herself around your leg like that of a cat against their scratching post, the Lady before you stopped almost as if debating something before turning and leaving hurriedly. A groan was heard as Angie unwrapped herself from you and chased after Lady Beneviento'

"Aww why can't we keep them?" Was all that you heard before they left the room. A smile grazed your face at the comment. It wouldn't be all that bad to be a maid for the two Ladies. You looked at the flower in your hand unaware of the glowing yellow eyes watching with a knowing smile.

-

A loud call of your name rang through the building loudly- the same way it was usually used for a certain sister. Gulping the lump down you straightened your outfit as best you could to be at least somewhat presentable, the flower safely in the pocket of your front shirt poking out.

Rushing down the hallway hastily while making sure not to make it seem like your running. Getting to the lady of the castle while running from one of her daughters? Yeah not that fun. The memory of the incident where you did accidentally set one of then off thinking you were trying to run away. Rubbing the scar on your wrist shivering at the thought.

Yeah. Not again.

Rounding the corner to the front of the manor your Lady and Lady Beneviento stood almost like they were waiting for something, or someone. A loud snicker brought your attention to Angie who stated up at you, bowing your head at them respectfully-thankfully remember the first rule anyone would know

Rule 1- don't look at any of the Lord's until they gave you some sort of signal(you technically broke it? But they either didnt care or mind)

Lady Dimitrescu placed a single hand on your shoulder sending a tingle of fright and anticipation through you "I will be giving you my own head maid, Donna dear" she started nodding in your direction giving you a odd smile-almost knowing? Of something "to help around your home" with that decided-it was clear she would not be changing her mind. Not that you'd want her to either

"Oo! We get the pretty lady?" Angie giggled loudly making her run around you in circles chanting something along the lines of "Pretty!" And "tea partner" smiling softly at her, Beneviento tensed up in embarrassment at the thought of you in her home. But accepted none the less

Calling out your name as you all got ready to finally leave. You turned to your former Lord "Now" she started giving you a stern look "be on your best behavior. Treat her right." Placing a hand on your arm her nails slowly turning to claws before turning back to normal. Like a warning

-

Entering Beneviento's home you noted how.. homie it really was. Like a normal house minus the dolls around. Some on shelves others on random chests or just sprawled on the floor.

Smiling like a little kid on Christmas you let a small "woah" as you glanced around the Lady of the house watching you intently as you neared one of her dolls, a defensive one who attacked if an unknown/violent person enters in her home on instinct without her command. Nibbling her lip nervously under her veil she hoped you would grow uninterested in the doll.

She was wrong

"This is so cool!" You escalated getting way to close for everyone in the room. The other dolls stared worry surrounding them from their Mothers nerves being shot. The doll sprung to life-a sharp intake from Beneviento, Angie moved to get you away, She slammed her eye shut. Awaiting the scream of pain to come out. The blood. But nothing came. Slowly she opened to see what could only be a silent but swift kill.

Her mouth opened in shock. You held the doll gently in your hands-it didn't even try to harm you just stared curiously at you, "I'm assuming you made this as well m'lady?" With a tilt of your head you sent a smile her way. Shock and disbelief was all she felt-even Angie was stumped about this.

"W.." for the first time since she first learned to talk. Angie was at a lose for words. "Well of course you dummy!" She just as quickly regained her ability. With a nod of your head you placed the doll where it leapt from gently smoothing out its outfit and you moved back. Hands on your hips before turning to face the two once again

"Well I think its cute!" The dolls around the surrounding area chattered excitedly, their mother stood yet again stumped. They obviously liked you-and she had no idea what to do about it.

She ignored the giggle of Angie who stared at her knowingly.

-

That started your new routine.

Everyday you woke up, changed. Accompany Angie around to clean as she entertained(teased) you. Everynow and again one of the Dollmakers dolls that are capable of walking yet have no speak or full will of their own like Angie would pop up and just stare at you. Or follow you. But if you looked at then they'd run off

So that made you have another rule.

Rule 2- if one of her dolls pop up don't look at them depending on who they are, and if you see them politely smile and wave. Do not engage unless they do.

It seemed like almost everyone in the house liked you to some extent. Almost everyone. You knew the Lady Beneviento at least somewhat liked you even during the small times of seeing her.

Yet during the last couple of weeks you barely saw the Lady of the house herself. Just at breakfast through Dinner. When you bring the food in she brought the tea. She refused to let you make it- Angie said something about how that's her favorite thing(and only thing) she cooked. All the other times you assumed she had little to no interest in you.

That all changed when one day you drew her attention to you even more then you unknownly had.

While cutting the bread you glanced up watching Angie as she ran around the small room, in awe about how life like she was, even after the amount of times you've seen it and heard it- she acted like a child- it was heartwarming but it was still a surprise. "Fuck" you hissed moving your hand away from the knife, in your obviousness you accidentally cut your thumb. Some specks of blood. Looking up from the deafening silence Angie was frozen in the middle of the room staring at you mouth agape. As usual you imagined if she was truly alive you wondered if she'd outright laugh

Which she did. And to your horror mimicked you

"Fuck" Angie copied gleefully. 'Oh no' was all you could think of as you rushed to her "FUCK!!" She yelled out louder then the last

"No no Lady Angie please" you attempted to calm her. What if Lady Beneviento heard? Would she be mad? Or find this funny? You were almost scared to find out "don't say that word please" at that she froze before slowly turning her attention to you

If this was anyone else. Like for example the daughters you served at your time in the Dimitrescu castle you'd be dead right about now. That's when it finally settled in. You just gave an order. To one of the lords. And if not the most unpredictable one at that considering how out of the ordinary she is. They all were in their own sense but Angie is arguably a very very unpredictable doll. If you weren't already worried out of your mind, you are now

"Um-" you started before she floated close to your face frozen. It was a couple minutes. Long painful silence. If it weren't for this situation that was happening admiring the work done on the doll would have been something you would have been doing

"Fuck" she giggled making a deep sigh of breath you held in this moment. "Hehe~" laughing that weird laugh of hers rushing off leaving you alone in the living room. Around dolls that seemed to pierce daggers into you much harsher then usual. Like Donna knew what you just taught Angie that. Like she saw

But.. she couldn't have. She's in the basement.. right?

-

That night Angie still said the word and laughed like the 9 year old? You guessed? She was, but never said it infront of her mom. Thank god for that. But.. that didn't last long either

"Motherfucker" was the first thing you heard leaving your room. Looking at the small doll in question who just giggled at your shocked expression "you are a motherfucker" before rushing off laughing

"WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?" you yelled after Angie who in turn laughed even harder in horror you tried to wrap your mind around it. Did you say that? No. You're 50% sure you didn't say that word yet. At least not here

Standing in the hallway for a moment. Someone was behind you watching frozen not at you telling but at the young dolls profanity. Turning around you saw the one person you hoped wouldn't see or HEAR anything.

"L-Lady Beneviento!" You exclaimed bowing your head down harshly, "sorry about that I don't know where she heard that from" hoping to Mother Miranda she wasn't mad.

Silence.

A ear piercing silence surrounded you both in the hallway before the sound of a chuckle-then a deep soft laugh escaped the veiled women in front of you. Bringing her hand under her veil to probably whip away tears she probably had escape from how hard she laughed. Standing in shock at the scene infront of you-growing flustered before a smile crept on your face.

You could only hope you'd hear that lovely sound again.

"...thank you" a hoarse voice so soft you had to hold your breath to hear it clearly. It was even more apparent that she hardly spoke to anyone if it was that hoarse. But it was still the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. A smile crept up your face as your heart swelled in happiness. "Donna." She interpreted your thoughts making you blink in confusion

"Call me Donna"

-

After a couple of months you and the two Ladies of the house got closer. Angie followed you around like a duck yelling profanities or teasing you about your crush on her mom- that she somehow figured out. Just like now.

"Donna and Y/N sitting in a tree" Angie sang, dancing around the coffee table. Donna sitting next to you drinking a cup of tea under her veil "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" Angie spoke making the veiled women spit the tea out onto the table and the surrounding area.

"ANGIE" You yelled flustered but chuckling at the exaggerated reaction from Donna who was frantically whipping the spilled tea off of herself. Leaning over with a napkin you helped a bit

Silence filled the room when Angie ran out laughing the only slight of sound was the tick from the clock which sat above the door to the living room. Tapping the table you glanced at the time, realizing what the time was you jumped up catching Donna off guard

"Oh! Donna I have to see the Duke" you spoke looking away unaware of frozen panicked state. You hadn't left the house since the day you moved in, so you weren't aware of the jar, unaware of the village's state. Unaware of everything. With a gulp behind the veil the one thing that mostly plagued her mind.

What if you left?

What if you saw what she helped do and left her? Forever?

She couldn't deal with another lose- especially not you. Looking back you smiled at her gently, grabbing her hands gently rubbing the too with the palm of your thumb "I'll be back. I promise. I won't ever leave you or Angie, Donna I swear it"

Taking a deep shaky breath Donna nodded her head. "Alright. Just... don't be gone too long ok?" Donna begged-Hopeing it wouldn't seem too desperate- if it was you'd never comment on it.

"Of course" you promised.

-

The trip to the Duke wasn't easy nor was it too hard, bumps and bruises here and there. But in the end it will be worth it.

"Ah, the young helper from Lady Beneviento's correct?" The Duke spoke allowed rolling out of no where- you'd never figure out how he could do that. Or how the single horse could pull such a big guy either. A large grin appeared on your face

"Duke! Hey what's up?" Going over towards his shop you looked around a bit "it's been a bit quiet hasn't it?" The Duke froze turning towards you looking as you gushed over some of his items. A smile suddenly came onto his face

"Ah yes" he cleared his throat "I believe their planning on some..celebration of some sort for the Lords. And Mother Miranda of course" he concluded

"Ah, that makes sense!" Before you would say anything else something caught your attention. A single flower. A rose. If you could remember from the many books-and studies with Angie it means "Love" pointing to the rose "I would like to buy that one please" you spoke the Duke following your gaze and smiled softly

"Ah, a beautiful rose for a beautiful lord, my dear. Perfect choice" pulling out a couple more then just the single you assumed he'd pick he held them out to you gently, before you could pull your coin pouch out he held a hand to stop. "It's on the house, dear. You don't owe me anything"

"Oh! Well.. thank you Duke" smiling you took the Rose's gently in your hand turning and rushing off, rubbing the scar on your wrist in nervousness. The Duke watched in silence- he could only hope you'd stay safe looking back in his shop at the three statues he concluded- life isn't that fair nor kind to anyone.

-

Holding the flowers tightly so you wouldn't drop them yet gently so it wouldn't break, you smiled gently, today is the day, you were finally going to tell Donna how you felt. How much she meant to you.

Rushing up the trail to the house you couldn't help but shiver, a slightly unnerving shiver-almost cold. Obviously worried about the whole confessing thing. With a rub of your wrist you gulped deeply, biting your lip slightly-Donna would never cast you away for how you felt-she wasn't like that...

Right?

The closer you got to the door as it came into view, the more worried you became, walking around the sprawled out dolls around you took a deep breath and opened the door

"Donna. Angie I'm back!" You called out

Silence

Nothing came back. No quick pitter patter from the wooded feet of Angie sprinting towards you. Gulping down the lump in your throat you clutched the flowers a bit tighter still being mindful of how much strength you put in it.

The doll room! That must be were they are, walking around the couch you started down the hall before you froze everything happened in slow motion. The flowers falling, the white red speaks appearing in your eyes.

"No..."

The scream that pierced out of your throat in horror. Anguish and grief. The bloodied body of Donna laid on the floor Angie beside her. Blood pooled around them, it was obviously Donna's and by the looks of it- it stopped pouring out. Dropping to your knees with a heavy thonk-you ignored the pain in then. The static in your ears as blood rushed from your face. Bringing Donna's head onto your lap. You shook her gently

"Donna" you started tears rushing down harsh against your cheeks-all you saw was the blurrier vison of the women you loved "wake up" you begged shaking her yet again. Trying desperately to ignore the painfully obvious dull in her eye as her veil moved slightly, before you on instinct moved it to cover her whole face.

"Don't leave me" sobbing harshly you brought her closer as you shook. "I" gulping down the sob from your horse throat "I love you, please don't leave me alone"

"Please. Come back"

All you got was silence

Then another scream

#donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #donna beneviento #resident evil #also the ending Ethan is behind you #ethan aha what are you doing behind me with that knife-reader #HAHAHA #everyone is dead no ones happy minus Ethan and his jar baby limbs #i wrote a fuck ton #i was going to make you Heisenbergs maid but idk how the fuck to write him #so i may do another one but that route?? #i had like plots for that hehe #also. is castle the same as a manor???? #idk #ima say it is lol #also i had to take stuff out because it got to long and tumblr was being pissy about it #so during the timeskip where she tells you to call her by her first name- you and her get closer you introduce her to a thing called TV and #angie won't stop watching pinocchio and has a wooden cigarette thing #donna gets upset about it so Angie fakes puffs smoke into her face #she gets time outs everytime #also you don't actually ever see her face. even at the end of the fic you wanted to give her that much #you know what i mean? #donnas last thoughts were how glad you weren't there that day. she wanted you to live happy #even without her-she would be happy #she only regretted not telling you how she truly felt #hehe.

[xgryffinwhore]

mama i’m in love with a hitman

summary: two years with barry what could go wrong? oh yeah hes a murderer-

warnings: some angst, marriage proprosal oop-

you had originally begun acting because it was the only affordable option to get you some time away from your family. ya, you still lived with your family.

anyways, acting became kind of like a release for you. you had been going for about 4 months now, you loved everyone you worked with, they were such great people.

then one day, barry berkman showed up,

and basically changed your life.

the first day you saw him, your heart basically feel out of your ass. holy shit was this guy hot; tall, mysterious, and awkward as hell. perfect.

you took him under your wing, immediately engaging with him and bugging him about his person endeavors and whatnot. you two became inseparable, youre bascially the only reason he even uses his messaging app.

you showed him the ropes of LA, giving him tours of sketchy venues, shitty Chinese restaurants. you always felt so awful for him, dragging him around to every place.

"I'm sorry, barry, im just trying to give you the full LA experience"

"its ok, being seen with the prettiest girl in LA isnt so bad"

yeah, one thing led to another, and you had moved into barry's apartment a year after. your relationship was strong; you cuddle, argue, fuck, all of that modern day romance contraband.

everything was exceptional, other than the fact that he was dragging his feet on marrying you...

yeah, you had dropped some major hints. wedding magazines everywhere, leaving honeymoon deals up on the desktop, evening face timing your friend and talking obnoxiously loud about the idea of getting hitched.

tomorrow was your two year anniversary, and you two had been buzzing about it all week, all the lovey dovey language and such.

"babe, tomorrows the day" he squeezed your shoulders from behind you. you were sitting at the coffee table, and he had just served you toast. "i know old man, didnt think we'd last did ya?" "first of all, im only like four years older than you, second" he kissed you on your temple "i knew you were the one."

in the midst of sipping your coffee and passing back and forth news papers, barry’s phone begins to vibrate; the name “Fuches” catches your eye. who was fuches and why did barry have to step out of the room to answer it?

when he came back he looked ghostly, his complexion pale and his lips quivering slightly. “all ok?” you ask, trying to sound lowkey; “uh um- yep. just have to head out for a bit, they need me at work.”

he left abruptly after, grabbing a hat and his black coat. weird. it was the middle june.

you hadn’t heard from him all day, except for a text at lunch that said

barry: Won’t be home tonight, dont forget to lock up.

your heart sunk, the day before your two year. i mean really what was his damage? you didn’t realize how hard it was to fall asleep without him, you tossed and turned until you eventually caved in and called.

ring...... ring.....

ring..........ring......

‘hey! it’s barry berk-uh um block! leave a message if you want to i guess um ok bye howthefuck do i turnthisthing off-OHH!’

oh how you missed that dorky man, true, it had only been a few hours but his touch was your saving grace. the line beeped and you decided to leave him something

“aha hey bar, y/n here. beds cold without you. miss you. be safe.”

the night way cold and long, you were drifting to sleep. but you heard the front door jangle. you sleepily run down the hall way and run straight into barry. you hugged him, his bosy was stiff and he was trying to inch away from you. "bar!" you whined looking up at him, his nose was bloody and he had a black eye.

“bar?” you wiped his cupid’s bow, the sleepy haze quickly wearing off. he pushes past you “just fell, please just wait for me in bed.” by the time you caught up with him at the bathroom, the door was already shut.

you heard the shower turn on, and you could hear him faintly hiss in pain. he was in there for a while, by the time he got back you could hear the birds chirp, which means it must have been close to 5 am. the sun was still down, and you watch his dark figure slip into bed next you to.

“i love you.” he whispered

“i love you too.” you turned to face him, you knew something was up, you knew he had been hiding something.

“you always leave in the night, when i’m sleeping you always leave barry. is it another women?” barry’s face contorts into a confused scribble. “y/n what? you’re the only one.”

“then why don’t you tell me what you’re really up to. go’s we’ve been dating for two years and you can’t even tell me why you sneak away in the night?!”

barry grabs your hands and puts them close to his face “god y/n i’m sorry happy two years” he gushed and kisses your fingers. a tear trailed down his stubbly cheek. “there are just things i can’t tell you because i don’t want to lose you.”

this hurt you, barry knew all of your deepest secrets, the things you never told anyone other then him. all of this had you worked up, how could he speak to you this way the day of your two year mark? despite his protests, you packed a tooth brush and drove to your friends to stay the night. this was just too much for 3am, you needed space. to clear your head.

you didnt sleep at all that night, you nodded off from 8am to 10, your friend waking you up. "girl i know you dont want to hear this... but barry is outside, hes been parked here since 9" she threw your jeans at you "now go outside and work this shit out, im not prepared to deal with your heart boken ass."

so you put on jeans, and headed for disaster.

you came outside, 'sleepy always looks so good on her' barry thought to himself. you loved him so much, it was so hard to fight with him.

"listen bar, im sorry im just sensitive you know th-"

"y/n"

barry never interrupted you. for as long as you remember there has never once been a time where barry talked over you, or interrupted what you were saying. its something you loved about him, he always seemed so interested in what you had to say, he thought your words where so important.

"yes?"

he pulled a rolled up magazine out of his pack pocket, it was yours, it had faded circles on what cakes and dresses you wanted. he unrolled it and scurried to the 5th page. he pointed at the big raise ranch that you put exclamation points next to.

"this house, i want this house."

he went to the 8th page.

"and this car, we could have that if i stop going to wendys so much"

he giggled to himself and mumbled something about how he knows a guy that can re pair a cooling system.

'uh-um ok barry, what does this have to do with anything? house, car, is this what you drove over here to tell me? you want a better car? you need a bigger house."

he shook his head and trialed to the second page with that beautiful sheath wedding dress, you remembered that.

"youll wear this yeah? some time in the early fall. wouldnt that be nice, still warm, and the leaves-oh the leaves- orange and yellow bring out your eyes so i just figured."

he pulled out the rock, and shit, it didn’t disappoint. you’re not materialistic but what the FUCK?! how did he even afford that-

he slipped it on your finger and you both embraced. messy kisses all over whatever skin you two could find. it was bliss, it was happiness.

you hugged for a while. just sat there reflecting on how far you two had come, and how happy he was going to make you feel for the res rod your life. it’s crazy, you thought marriage wasn’t in the cards for you. but with barry, you can see 5 kids, a dog, and a stupid picket fence.

you were so captured in this moment, you didn’t notice barry’s demeanor change. you looked up and him, he was pale white, staring behind his shoulder at the street. you leaned over his forearm and saw a beat up mom car.

in it was a shaggy dude, didn’t look too much older then barry. he was plump in the face, and his face was aged.

“fuches!?” barry exclaimed.

“come on. we have a hit, i habe your sniper in the back. now.”

another WHAT?

#bill hader #bill hader imagine #bill hader fluff #barry #barry berkman #barry block #barry bergman imagine #barry berkman fluff #fluff #angst #barry x reader #barry x you #barry fluff #marriage

[sageinacage]

hello have some soft general thoughts on the dsmp, some of which can be used as prompts if u want!! (👀 i was gonna submit the last one as a proper prompt but i dont wanna make another ask lmao)

- edward the enderman (c!technos old roomie who i refuse to believe is dead) and ranboo get along rlly well. one time ranboo went for a galactic lesson and it was snowing and edward was brushing all the snow off him and it was kinda tickly n stuff and he was confused so ranboo had 2 very flusterdly explain what tickling was.

- new comfort duo dropped uh. fundy and sapnap. neway cheer up tickles after the failed wedding pog :)

- george wears rainboots. this isnt a tk hc i just think he deserves big yellow rainboots so he can stomp around in the rain

- idk why giving chars ticklish palms makes me go :] but theres something v soft abt it so anyways tubbo has ticklish palms and tommy only found out bc they were doing a stupid fortune telling bit and he was reading tubbos palms ty gn

- when phil first got his wings he had to get very used to them bc he was rlly feather sensitive for the first like. 5 years of having them. (we're going w immortal phil so thats not too long 4 him) death!kristen thought it was v funny

- when techno was younger and when he went into retirement, he would file down his tusks so they weren't sharp enough to be painful. wilbur feels nothing but Fear whenever technos in a ler mood bc jesus fucking christ the tusks+raspberries absolutely destroy my guy

- niki starts giggling when she hugs puffy bc puffy's at the height where her head fits into the crook of niki's neck and sheep hybrid hair go soft floof

- purpled has markings on his back that connected him to his ufo and soft tracing along them makes him go thru all stages of decomposition until he is simply a pile of bones

- the syndicate's main objective may be anarchy but their secret one is friend family. techno gets them books to read and trains them and niki cooks w them and ranboo teaches them the little ender he knows and how to chart maps and phil shows them how to preen wings and tells them stories and oh my god i cant believe theyr all happy and healthy (real) ((not clickbait))

- the butcher army was just a glorified series of sleepovers. u cant tell me they didnt just talk shit on techno and dream like the plastics from mean girls and do face masks and have tickle fights and watch shitty movies sorry.

- can u tell i really like all the group dynamics. its abt the found family/close friends what can i say.

- the dreamon hunters were just the ultimate crossover between buzzfeed unsolved and scooby doo. also bc i am a part of the 'sapnap is a little shit (affectionate)' agenda he would absolutely poke at the others while they explored dreamon infested sites just to make fun of them when they shrieked.

- tommy likes to do art and he has a shit ton of paintbrushes. coincidentally ranboo has also learnt to Run when hes in a ler mood bc the paint isn't wet enough to burn him its just v tickly and tommy likes to paint little feathers on his sides and tummy and then tubbo, being also of the 'lets torment ranboo bc we love him' ideals, traces over the little paintings when theyr cuddling and ranboo hates them both for it but also no he doesnt. he never really attempts to hide or stop them either.

-ponk anon <3

THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. I HAVE NOTHING TO ADD THESE ARE PERFECT

PONK ANON YOU ARE JUST SO COOL HOLY SHIT also is it okay if i save some of these as like possible prompts to write later. AKJFSJKKS

#long ask #ponk anon #asks

[wreckofawriter]

Not So Perfect Sister Part 2 (Final Part)

Part 1

Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader

Word Count: 3,235

Warnings: Mentions of neglect, Mentions of sexual harassment, Swearing, yelling, Angsty

Summary: Reader returns to house to confront her parents and brother.

A/n: Ngl this part isnt as good as the first in my opinion. But whatever. I hope you guys like it!

You felt the light buzz of alcohol in your chest. You could hear crickets chirping quietly, the dull thud of your head following their rhythm. You took in a deep breath, letting it out, its steamy fog disappearing into the cool night air. You licked your lips, they tasted of vodka and blood. Your heart hammered in you chest uncomfortably. You wanted to turn and run. You would much rather fly than fight. 

You then felt a warm grip fall around your hand. Its heat flowing up your arm and spreading through your body like water slowly trickling through a stream bed. 

You turned and locked your gaze into the stormy skies you considered more of a home than the one you stood in front of. You watched as Sirius' eyes dragged slowly over you. 

You were bathed in the yellow light, making your bloodshot y/e/c eyes shine, their rims red and puffy. Your lip was split open, still raw and brilliantly red. Your hands were bloodied, pebbles still lodged painfully beneath your y/s/c skin. Your left cheek was red turning purple, the palm of a hand struck there in anger. Your y/h/c hair was knotted and windblown, stained wet from tears and sweat. Your clothes wrinkled, the occasional smear of blood or dirt dotting your green t-shirt. A leather jacket that didn't belong to your draped over you. Your feet were bare besides a baby blue ankle sock on your left foot a purple one on your right, both were soaking wet, midnight dew soaking through their thin fabric.  

Yet you stood tall, your eyes turning back to the prison you called home, they narrowed with determination, darkened with rage. Your lips drew into a thin line, jaw tightening. Sirius sympathized for who ever you decided to lock eyes with next, you looked simply dangerous. 

He felt your hand tightened once more around his, the scratches pressing firmly into his palm. When you dropped it, he could still feel the warmth of blood linger there. 

He watched you climb the porch steps. Your actions weren't hesitant or careful. Instead they were firm and confident. You knew what you were doing and you weren't afraid. Not anymore. Each step you took left behind a wet footprint, staining the wood of the porch dark. 

You didn't hesitate at the door, not even for a second. You ignored every single thing in your body telling you to turn around and run back into the musky scent of alcohol and smoke. You needed to do this alone. No one could fix this but you. 

When you opened the door you were washed with a wave of warmth, the scent of a dinner you never ate still lingering in the air. You walked through the mudroom and into the living room. 

You were met with four pairs of eyes, each seeming to show a different emotion. Guilt flashed through all of them as they looked you over but only in one pair did it stay. The other three were replaced by anger, disappointment and fear. 

"Oh Merlin y/n." James gushed rushing towards you, one of his shameful eyes darkened to a bruised purple. 

You involuntarily flinched away from him, giving him a full view of the darkening red mark he left behind from your last meeting. 

He stopped dead in his tracks his eyes brimming with tears, "Oh my god." His voice was choked and broken. "I did that?" Tears slowly dripped from his eyes sliding smoothly down his cheeks. 

Only then did you see your parents eyes falter. They faded into sadness when they looked upon James. 

How could they? How could they feel sorry for him? When you stood broken before them? They grew angry but James gets upset because HE hit YOU and they felt sorry for him? 

"Yeah, yeah you did." You spat at your brother before pushing past him to stand in front of your parents whom to your disgust, almost looked bored. As if they were watching some unentertaining movie. 

You waited for a second, eyes flicking back and forth between the two adults seated on the couch. You wanted them to say something. Anything. Asking if you were okay or what happened to you. Even some half assed apology. But they stayed silent, relaxed. As if they were waiting for you to bore them with some meaningless lecture. 

"Do you even care?" You asked your voice broken and disgusted. 

The room fell deathly silent. Your father opened his mouth but you cut him off. 

"You know what don't answer. I'll do it for you." Your eyes pricked with tears wanting to spring from your eyes. "No. No you don't." 

"Of course we do." Your mother spoke harshly, "Don't you dare disrespect us. We have taken care of you your whole life you have no right." 

"Ok mom." You chucked, "If you care so much and you have done so much for me, can you tell me what position I play in quidditch?" 

Both of your parents went silent. 

"The postion I've been playing since second fuckung year." You glowered at them.

They glance at each other expecting the other to answer.

"What about James." 

Silence.

"You know his right?" 

Nothing. 

"Oh right of course you do. Because his fucking point scored per game is ON THE REFRIGERATOR!" you could feel the hot tears seep down your face. 

"I'm a keeper by the way." You spat. "You've watched me save hundreds of goals. You've watched me block James shots for Godric's sake!" 

Your mother looked down at her hands. You father at the wall. 

"But you don't see your daughter do you? You don't see me saving those goals. You just see another green uniform getting in the way of your precious little boys game." 

"Y/n, we're sorry we don't cheer for you, it's just easier for us to cheer for the house we were apart of." You father explained as if it was obvious. 

"I'm sure it's so much easier for you to boo your daughter right. So easy to brush her off because of the color she's wearing." You wiped furiously at your tears.

"This is a lot of fuss over a few quidditch games " you mother scoffed.

"You think this is just quidditch games?" You seethed. 

You watched as she shrunk away from you, "You don't know a damn thing about me!" 

Once again your father opened his mouth to speak. 

"You don't!" You fired at him before he could even ask the question. "You don't know who my friends are, you don't know the name of my owl, you don't know my ex-boyfriends name. You-" 

"You had a boyfriend?"

You rubbed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. "We dated for a year and a half. "

You watched your parents cringe.

"I bet you can't even tell me my favorite color." You scoffed. 

"That's easy, green" your father stated triumphantly. 

"I wish you were kidding." You muttered.

They cringed again. 

"Its y/f/c. It's been y/f/c since I was seven years old." 

"Y/n I'm sorry we don't pay attention to a few things in your life. We are very busy." Your father argued.

"You know all of that shit about James." You snapped. 

You turned so that you were facing both your parents and James whose eyes were now red rimmed and glassy. 

"I have a question for all of you." 

James snapped his attention to you. Lily who sat next to him, her arm wrapped him looked at you with pity, making you want to slap her so much more. 

"Do you know what happened to me in third year?" 

James shook his head solemnly. Your parents looking anywhere but you. 

"When I was in third year I was felt up by a sixth year." James looked like you just slapped him. "He thought that because I was wearing a crop top he could stick his hand up my shirt and pin me up against a wall." 

The room was dead silent. Sirius who had been standing in the corner of the room went pale. James began to sob again. Lily's mouth dropped. You moms eyes went glassy as your father went beat red. 

"None of you noticed." You cried voice breaking, "I wore nothing but long sleeves and oversized sweatshirts all of my third year because of it and none of you even cared!" Sobs began to wreck your body. You tried to speak but nothing but it was like someone had lodged an egg carton down your throat. 

Sirius still pale as a ghost took you quickly into his arms. 

"I'm so sorry." He whispered into your hair, "I'm so so sorry." 

You looked up at him and everything else fell away. His grey eyes glassy, his dark hair framing his unfairly handsome face, his cheeks were pale and he looked like he wanted to throw up.

 "It's not your fault." You murmured, you wrapped your hand around his neck pulling him into a soft kiss. 

"What the fuck!?" You instantly broke apart to see James, tears still sliding peacefully down his cheeks. His mouth dropped open and his bloodshot eyes wide with surprise. 

"None of your business James." You seethed. 

"I think it is my business! My sister and my best friend just kissed!" He hollered, standing and advancing towards you. "You're going to ruin my friendship!" 

You stepped towards your brother your hands shaking with rage. "This is what I mean!" You shouted, "You are selfish James!" 

"How am I possibly being selfish!" He shot back furiously. 

"You don't care about me! All you care about is your friendship! Your friend! YOURSELF! You don't give two shits about what's happening with me all you care about is your perfect little life being ruined by your not so perfect sister." Your voice was now lowered to a hiss as spoke.

James anger flashed in his eyes again and he took a step toward you, but this time you didn't flinch. 

"What?" You spat, "You gonna hit me again?" You challenged darkly. 

Shame flashed through him and suddenly it hit him. He almost stumbled at the force of the facts that suddenly became so real to him. He was selfish. He was an asshole. He ignored his sister for years simply because of the color of her robes. He had looked at her with disgust and anger simply because she was ambitious and cunning. He only cared for himself and his perfect life. He could suddenly see every time he blew you off, everytime he side stepped you or glowered at you as you did nothing but exist. 

"Oh my god." He whispered, his voice shaky. 

"I'm done with this damn family." You scoffed, "You're all selfish and rude. You all think your so much better than those stick up their ass purebloods but deep down your no better than them, because all you do is ignore and neglect those who are different than you and it's revolting." You turned to look at your parents, "All I ever wanted was a mom and a dad, but since the day that hat was placed on my head you couldn't see anything but a goddamn traitor." Your eyesight blurred and with that you began to walk for the door. 

But you were stopped, not by James or your parents but a pair of soft grey eyes. 

"Y/n/n, you can't." Sirius sighed. "You know you can't, just give them a chance." 

"I gave them thousands of chances." You muttered back attempting to shoulder past him but he held his ground. 

Sirius opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sharp voice of your mother. 

"The fact that you think you have the right to call us as foul as families who would cast out their own son is what is repulsive young lady! If you truly believe that then by all means walk out that door!" 

You turned ready to unleash hell on to the women but were surprised when your brother stepped in front of you. 

"No mom!" He yelled, "Shes right!" 

Your mother stumbled backwards, her eyes going wide, "James?" She questioned softly as if she had just found out that he had done some unspeakable act. 

"Mom. You may not have physically cast her from the family but you just threatened to. And we have all neglected her since she was eleven as well." James paused taking a breath as your mother slumped back onto the couch. 

"We may not have used a torturing curse on her but for Godric's sake I just slapped her and we have mentally tortured her for years! Can you please get off your high horse for just a second and realize that maybe you and dad aren't as perfect as you seem to believe you are?!" 

The silence that followed was suffocating as you watched you mother process the information she had just been given. Slowly but surely reality began to seep through her skull and she looked up from her hands with guilt in her eyes. 

"I'm so sorry." She whispered, her voice breaking. Before she broke down to sobs and it took you a second to realize she was talking to you. 

Your eyes widened in surprise before narrowing once again and you turned on your heel but instead of heading straight for the door you stomped up the steps. Sirius sent a final glance around the room before following your actions. 

He walked into your room to see you lying on your back on the floor. Your eyes were trained on the white ceiling above your hands fiddling with the sleeve of his leather jacket. 

Sirius didn't ask questions, he simply lay next to you and slowly edged his hand over to yours, intertwining your fingers with his. 

You sat in silence for a few minutes hearing faint arguing bellow. 

"It took James." You finally spoke causing Siirus to turn his head towards you in question.

"It took James for her to realize that she might actually be wrong." You explained a tear sliding from your cheek like a raindrop set carefully against your y/s/c skin. 

"I know y/n." Sirius mumbled, "But at least she realized." 

"I know it just made me so mad that after everything she still won't listen to me." You winced feeling a sharp pain on you hand when Sirisu gripped it tightly. 

He immediately apologized having you situp as he fished for his wand. 

"Yeah it does suck." He agreed before muttering a spell over you hands as you felt the pebbles begin to slowly pull from your soft flesh. "But she needed someone like James agreeing with you to make her hear you. " 

You sighed, "Your probably right." You smiled softly up at him. 

"Of course I'm right," he smirked, "I'm Sirius Black." 

"God your an ass." You giggled as he pulled you towards him pressing his lips slowly on yours, his touch made you feel warm and fuzzy, you could feel his heartbeat quicken as you placed your hand lightly on his chest. 

There was a knock at the door, three soft wraps which you were sure had to be your mother's. Much to Sirius' dismay you pulled away standing to open the door. 

When you swung it open you were greeted by emerald green eyes and fiery red hair. Lily looked nervously at you probably expecting you to slam the door in her face, and the truth was you were tempted. 

"Yes Evans?" You asked feeling Sirius walk up next to you. 

"I think they need you down stairs." She said quietly. 

You glanced at Sirius who nodded, "Ok." You spoke hesitantly. 

You were about to leave when you suddenly stopped. 

"Evans." 

She turned to face you expecting you to explode in her face. 

"Sorry about all this. And you can move your stuff into James room, Sirius can sleep in mine." 

She grinned back nodding and beginning to gather her stuff. 

"That is if you want to." You shrugged glancing at Sirius who seemed to be smirking down at you. 

"I thought you'd never ask." He taunted. 

"Neither did I" You huffed as you descended the stairs. 

You were greeted by you parents and James.  He stood carefully next to you facing your parents as well. And you suddenly realized it was no longer four against one. It was three against two. 

You stood in front of your parents waiting for them to speak. They seemed to be communicating back and forth with their eyes, raising and lowering their brows to for different expressions that you honestly couldn't quite read. 

Finally you cleared your throat loudly and you father sighed before turning to you and saying, "Y/n, we want to apologize." He paused looking down before sighing and continuing, "You were right about everything thing you said, and it wasn't fair for us to neglect you simply because you were different." 

The room once again dropped silent, all eyes on you. You could feel them boring into you like a woodpecker into wood. 

Finally your mother spoke, "Y/n, please forgive us, we are so sorry, it is terrible that it took us that long to see it but please give us another chance." She begged. Begging was not a pretty color on her. It seemed strange to see such a strong woman, who you had grown to see as cold-hearted, beg. 

You glanced around this room, eyes sticking on Sirius the longest. Eventually you let your y/e/c orbs travel back to your parents. 

You sighed, "Ok." And with that word everyone in the room let put a relieved sigh.

"So you forgive us then?" You father asked hopefully.

"Merlin's beard no." You scoffed back watching them deflate, "I'll give you a chance but I'm going to forgive you in four seconds for what you did to me for four years." 

They nodded understandingly and you let out a sigh, "I'm going to bed." You mumbled before retreating back up to your room but before you could make it up you were stopped by a hand grabbing your wrist. 

You instinctively spun around to be greeted with a pair of dark eyes.

"Thank you y/n/n." He whispered and for the first time since you were 11 your nickname slipped from his lips. 

You just nodded before turning to leave but his grip stayed firm. 

"What happened between Sirius and you?" He asked nervously, "Because I mean I'm not just asking as a friend, I'm asking as a big brother and I-" 

Your giggle cut him off, "We kissed James, tonight actually so honestly, I don't even know what happened." 

"Oh. Okay well, I just don't want you to get hurt, you know how he is." He mumbled awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as color tinged his cheeks. 

"Thank you James." You smiled giving his hand a squeeze before walking up the stairs Sirius soon following behind. 

When you reached your bedroom you turned pulling Sirius into a searing kiss, your lips colding sloppily as your tongue grazed his bottom lip. After a second you pulled away panting. 

"Thank you." You mumbled before pulling him close to you once again.

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[whence-the-woody]

Finale commentary under the cut

So I wanted to kind of liveblog as I was watching but held back so these are my remembered reactions/second watch reactions

Bummed there was no song recap but quickly figured itd play at the end

PUPPY. Best part of the ep, lbr, Dean was so cute with him

Theyre really doing a cheesey life montage huh - still not clear whether monsters are a thing in this new world?

I was watching the mins tick by during this first montage like OKAY we get it, cheesey happy home life, move along. There was only 40 mins left of the whole show like get on with it, it went way too long 

We definately needed to restablished that Sam is neat while Dean is messy. Totally necessary to spend time on that. Also didnt Dean get houseproud when they moved into the bunker?? What happened to that?

OMG get on with it

Then becomes apparent that hunting is still a thing. Which if so what was the point of showing then doing fucking laundry and dishes while “Ordinary life” plays - if its not just an ordinary life?

At this point i thought it might go the route of them being listless without hunting as a job but then murder scene so I guess not

This whole pie sequence is stupid and a waste of time, we all know it

Dean being a cold, heartless bitch about everyone being dead. Aces. Not unexpected but still just great. How dare you be so happy about pie fuck you dude. 

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER EILEEN

Pie is the face is not funny my dudes come the fuck on

I started skipping through during the murder scene. I was bored. Like, I dont care about tension building to the murder of a family we dont fucking know. Ive always skipped these scenes, what is the damn point. Its not scary or interesting. 

GET ON WITH IT

Same old FBI bullshit. Nice to see the journal again I guess. But like, this is STILL what we’re doing? In the very last ep? Same old, different day, just like 15 years ago. Really?

Singer and Kripke. Subtle. 

I skipped through the interrogation too. I dont find the scary brother act cool or entertaining 

15 mins in and nothing has happened

Theyre trying so hard to give Dean jokes and nothing is landing, its so cringe just stop

The way the little clown faces pop up - if that supposed to be scary? Really? Its all just so silly rn

Watching it again I realise just how easy this hunt is. The answer is in the journal. They find the exact family. They find the exact barn. The kids are just stood in a cupboard. This is what takes Dean out, really? Its not even a normal hunt, its a way too fucking easy one. 

I do not remember this chick or what ep she was in, maybe theres some parallell or foreshadowing by bringing her back but if there is I dont get it

Bottom line if youre gonna bring people back WHY THE FUCK THIS RANDOM GIRL

I knew so fast he was gonna go out like that. Hanging from a fucking nail

I kept saying out loud not like this, no way, this is so stupid, its so stupid omg

I paused and tried to talk myself into putting aside how stupid and awkward it was for him to be doing this scene hanging off a pole and just try to invest in the emotion of the speech. Which I achieved at times

but why was is so awkward tho?? Just the way hes stood pressed against it is fucking weird. Also 1000% Sam couldve gotten help and he wouldve been FINE. It took so long for them to talk, an ambulance couldve been there before they were done, there was no need for this

Okay the speech did make me cry once I pep talked myself into being invested. The reference to being scared Sam would reject him, the I love you so much, Sam saying dont leave me, the stay with me and tell me its okay - all those moments got me and I did cry. I appreciated the family business line. I liked Jensen telling Jared he always keeps fighting, that was a nice reference. 

BUT there were also those moments that made me scoff, roll my eyes or laugh. The whole “always you and me” bullshit especially. The second I knew he was going to say I’ll be in your heart I yelled at them to no do it, I hate that cheesey move, then literally was like “oh my god, he did it”. It WAS NOT always going to end like this - so much of the last 15 years was proving him wrong about that. This is all just so wrong, it is not good. 

Jensen and Jared did a good job with what they were given in this scene but my god

The audacity of the Cas erasure- always you and me. FUCK YOU. 

I laughed out loud when his last shot was a One Perfect Tear. I was literally like “Oh wow they did that”

DEAN DESERVED A BETTER DEATH

It also kinda loses all impact when you see him like 2 mins later

MIRACLE IS THE REAL MVP ILY

Theyre really doing another montage. Really. Like we get it, hes sad, we didnt need the toast to understand that

Omg Miracle by his side. The best of bois. 

Looking around his room like beer and guns was all dean was. Sure. Aces. 

I choose to believe Bon Jovi was a ref to before Dean went to hell

If Donna is back why isnt anyone else?!?

Oh Jared you look so old bby. Go home. He looks older there then later in the ridiculous make up

Why is that shot made to look like hes leaving the bunker forever?? Like that makes no sense

Bobby greeting him is nice and all BUT IT SHOULDVE BEEN CAS

Also they are 1000% doing the show don’t tell by having Bobby just sit and explain everything. SO FUCKING LAZY

Cas has been out of the empty, helping rebuild heaven. Okay, fine. Even Dean’s reaction to hearing that was fine. BUT YOU ASK WHERE YOUR FUCKING BEST FRIEND IS AND GO SEE HIM. WHO IS THIS VERSION OF DEAN WTF

I know people are upset Cas is back working in heaven but I dont think its anything like before. It sounds like he helped fixed things then got his own heaven. Also he’s God’s Dad, hes not serving God, hes teaching him. I know human Cas done right is what we wanted but I dont hate this for him. BUT WE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SEEN IT. 

Why is a memory of being a kid with his Dad what Dean is reminiscing on. They have literally reverted him back to s1. There are so many memories dean should be thinking about in fucking heaven

Hes going for a drive

Hes going for a motherfucking drive

In the car he was just in

WHY THE FUCK IS HE ACTING LIKE HE HASNT SEEN BABY IN YEARS WHAT IS THIS SHIT

Hes going to drive around doing nothing until Sam gets there are you fucking kidding me. Not going to see any of his family from the last 15 years, just driving. Absolute horseshit. 

This is the moment where you realise that this episode has changed NOTHING. This is the same ending as the last ep except theyre in heaven not on earth

ITS THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING

Okay so they skip over how Sam went from going on a hunt to walking with a toddler. OMG how unsubtle that they have literally just labelled the child Dean in big yellow letters. I couldnt help but laugh, how fucking stupid. 

I did get a bit teary when the music started I’ll be honest. But mostly through the whole montage (ANOTHER ONE) I was saying to myself This is so fucking stupid. omg this is dumb, what the fuck is this, so stupid.

They literally did a montage so long they had to play the song twice. Im just done at this point wow. 

The old man make up is so bad I just laughed. The only pictures being of the 4 of them, reinforcing the Winchester only bullshit, great. Not even pics of this new random family Sam’s got. The painfully cliche Dad moments for Sam, again so bad its funny. Omg the hand on the head of this random kid, this is so ridiculous. Old man sam in his bad wig trying so hard to move like hes old and crying in the impala. Wtf is happening, this is SO STUPID 

I thought theyd cast a more attractive son I’ll be honest. So he has the tattoo - are they a hunting family? Because that would go against both s1 Sam they’ve tried to go back to and the s15 Sam they build up to for all those years

I know they were going for an emotional parallel with that “you can go now” but this random man saying it to Sam in that make up, with the music cue lined up right there - its just funny coz its so dumb im sorry

I cant believe they actually played another different version, I’ll never get over that

Theres alot of things I’ll never get over

Is this bridge supposed to mean something? They shouldve picked a setting that meant something

I know theyre trying so hard to make Dean look happy and peaceful to convince us its a good ending but sis no

I laughed out loud when Dean turned around - WHAT IS THAT OUTFIT SAM?

Really, they have nothing to say? No questions, no convo? They just have cheesey smiles and look over the water? This is so wrapped up in a fucking bow trying to force us to feel good my god

The cut almost immediately to them talking to the camera, still in character getup, was so cringe I yelled and turned it off

And they pan out to literally none of the people we want to see . Great, Good. 

LITERALLY WHAT WAS THE POINT 

#supernatural #me #ranty #we achieved nothing with this ep yet I have THOUGHTS #finale

[ironspiidey]

Superheros get Bullied too

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Chapter 1: Peter Parker & the Bully

Read on A03

“Hey Penis!!!”

Peter rolls his eyes and sighs heavily, hearing Flash holler for him from down the hallway. ‘Nope not today Satan’ Peter says to himself as he darts down a side hallway completely not in the direction he needs to go but hoping to escape the other teens taunting for once.

“Penis!!! I’m talking to you! Can’t you hear?”

Peter hears him jogging up to catch up and seeing other students stopping and starring, Peter sighs and turns around thinking its best to just get it over with right?

“What’s up Flash?” Peter stuffs his hands in his pants pockets and looks at Flash cautiously.

The other teen swings his arm around the redhead’s shoulders and turns him around “Oh Penis. Didn’t that aunt of yours teach you any manners …” Flash looks at the direction Peter was originally headed and raises an eyebrow “Or sense of direction? Since I know we both have Chem next and that is not the way to Chem”

Peter stiffens as Flash’s arm goes around him “Maybe I just wanted to go the long way around and avoid the crowd.”

Flash rolls his eyes and pulls Peter with him, walking back in the direction they need to go to their next class “Whatever if you say so Penis. “

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that” Peter mumbles under his breath.

The other teen chuckles “Yea and I bet you wish you actually worked for Stark Industries”

Peter rolled his eyes and shrugs Flash’s arm off him. “Oh not this again. How many times do I have to tell you I’m an intern at SI so I don’t actually get paid?”

“Whatever, intern. Actually employed. It doesn’t matter, because it’s all bullshit. Out of all the kids in NY that apply for that position, there is no way in hell that the tony stark is going to choose you as an intern. “

“ Technically Peppe- I mean Ms. Potts is the one who goes through the list of applications and puts it down to a few entries and then To—Mr. Stark chooses between those. “

Flash stops in his tracks and eyes Peter suspiciously “Ms. Potts? You mean MRS Stark. Are you obsessed with him like a 14 year old girl Penis is that where this comes from?” Flash pokes Peter in the shoulder to which Peter just looks away

“Flash Stop!”

He started laughing as he stops walking “Oh my god!!! You have a crush on Tony Stark. He’s old enough to be your father Penis!”

Peter scoffs “I don’t have a crush on Stark. You’re being ridiculous and stop calling me Penis. Peter! Peter is my name okay. You’ve known me since the beginning of grade school. You’d think with that big head of yours, you would be able to remember my name!” Peter practically yells and notices more people watching them.

Flash grabs his arm “Hey! Penis that’s not okay, “

“Flash let go!!!”

Students around them stop walking and just stare as Peter tries to get his arm out of the bully’s grip.

“Your causing a scene there Parker, you should calm down.” Flash looks at him and Peter can tell he is pissed but he doesn’t even care anymore

And this is where Peter Benjamin Parker finally lost it. “CALM DOWN? YOU’RE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN. ALL I AM IS CALM FLASH. Unlike you who feel some weird urge to pick and prod at me, call me a liar, fag and god knows what else when I’m not listening until I snap well congratulations Flash I have officially snapped. “ Peter then uses his extra Spidey strength that he usually hides to prevent suspicion and pushes Flash off him and back against the wall of lockers. “ you best leave me the fuck alone Thompson because I am done!” and without another word he stomped through the crowd of shocked onlookers and made his way to Chem.

  After Peter finished Chem, There was thankfully only lunch and then AP physics today. During class Flash hadn’t said a word. Peter was fuming and wondering whether or not to call off his lab date with Mr. Stark when his phone started to buzz. Peter pulled it out and seen that it was Ned

“Hey “

“Peter omg did you really yell at flash in the hallway? Are you okay?”

Peter rolled his eyes, walking down the hall and keeping an eye out for the bully in question. Making sure he didn’t sneak up on him. “News travels fast it’s only been an hour.”

“Dude people are saying you lost your mind and was screaming at him and stuff are you okay?”

Ned always the concerned mom friend, Peter couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Ned I’m fine really. I mean I’m probably going to skip out on lab night but I’m fine I swear”

Ned gasps. “Peter you never ever skip out on Lab date night! You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes dude I’m fine!!!” Peter’s voice started to get high pitched.” I’m sorry Ned I’m just tired of the crap from Flash and I lost my cool. Meet you in the lunch quad?”

“It’s okay dude, uh about that. I’m actually going to skip lunch today and try and figure out this dumb English essay in the library”

“Oh well I’ll see you around then?” Peter tried not to sound too disappointed because he knew the reason Ned wanted to work on that essay was to be with his girlfriend Annie

“I’m sorry Peter I know you’ve been having a bad day but...”

“Ned its fine! If I get that lonely I can call Tony or something.”

“I’m sure you’d rather be talking to him anyways “

“Don’t be like that Ned, I’ll talk to you later now goo”

��Alright alright, ill text you later “

“Alright bye!” Peter smiled as he hung up the phone and stuffed his phone in his hoodie pocket. He walked down the stairs and almost made it to his locker without anyone bothering him but not quite. “Hey Parker wait up!”

Peter sighed and turned around, realizing it was just Harley he gave him a small smile “Oh hey Harley.”

“Soo not to be the reason that smile is gone off your beautiful little face…”

Peter blushes lightly, Harley is not unlike his uncle, always flirting and feeding Peter compliments “you’re ridiculous.”

“Seriously, you’re not going to like this.”

Peter looked up from opening his locker to see Harley’s guilty face and the redhead’s eyes narrowed suspiciously “You didn’t beat up flash over earlier did you?”

Harley scoffs “Oh no, the beating that little bitch deserves is not going to be delivered during school hours or on school grounds. Stark said if I got another suspension no more bike for me.”

“Ahh and we can’t mess with your precious bike project right?” Peter laughs as he takes off his big hoodie and stuffs it in his locker, grabbing his lunch.

“And that isn’t going to make it any easier.”

“What isnt?”

Harley pokes Peter’s arm where a big yellow bruise was starting, in the shape of a hand.

“Oh fuck, what am I going to tell Tony…?”

“Oh fuck is right, because the reason I’m here is because I was talking to Stark and he knows.”

Peter slammed his locker open “You fucking told him?”

Harley raises his hands palms up “Whoa there Parker, I’m not an idiot I didn’t tell him about Thompson.”

Peter sighed “Oh thank god.”

“But he does know. You see I heard about the fight and that you lost your cool so I texted him seeing if he heard from you because if Flash did beat you I know you would have called me or Stark.”

Peter nods in understanding

“Well when I texted him that, he called me. Asking why I was asking him because last he heard from you, you were saying how you were looking forward to lab time tonight and you sounded fine. And of course I turn my ass down a hallway and everybody is gossiping about it.” Harley rolls his eyes and stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets.

“And he heard it all didn’t he?” Peter says in a small voice

“Well to be specific, He heard Tommy running up to me yelling hey when we going to beat Thompson for laying a hand on parker? I’ve been waiting to beat his stupid jock ass for days.” The blonde imitates Tommy’s brutish voice.

“Oh no.” Peter sighed knowing Harley’s best friend Tommy was not one to be quiet when talking especially when it came to assholes like Flash.

“Oh yes. So now he wants to see both of us out front for our lunch break. And to bring any books will need in case we don’t come back.” Harley runs a hand through his hair slicking in back over his head. “And by we, I mean you” He adds.

“Shit, we’re so fucked.” Peter bangs his head against his locker.

“I’m real sorry Pete. “

Peter stops banging his head and turns towards Harley and sees he’s truly upset over it. “ Hey its fine, I mean as long as you can convince Tony that you’re not going to get in trouble I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

Harley smirks and grabs Peter’s sweater out of his locker “you’re probably right. Here put this back on. I don’t wanna be there when Tony goes ape over that particular bruise.”

Peter nods “I’m more concerned about what he’s going to do to Flash.”

“Oh don’t worry Mr. Thompson is never going to make that mistake ever again once we’re through with him.”

Peter and Harley whip their head around to see Tony Stark walking towards them. “Sweater. Now” Harley mumbled under his breath and stepped in front of Peter meeting the older man

Peter nodded and slipped the hoodie over his head

“Hey Mr. Stark” both boys said nervously, looking at each other and then at the man in question.

“Hello boys.”

#starker #starker fic #starker fanfiction #my work #a03 #flash is a dick #tony is done taking shit #peter is 18 #really he's like 23 with the blip #end game what end game #bring on the haters i cant wait #Gay ships are yay ships #ironspiidey writes

[inksanskin]

Love-(memory)

"Errroooorrr!" I called as I hopped into the antivoid. "Hey I brought you those cheeseburgers from outertale that you like so much!" No answer. That was odd. He wasn't on his couch...it was when I turned around I saw him. "Aah! Hey no fair h me!" I pouted. These t glitch being rolled his eyes. "Why are you here you stupid blob?" He huffed, plopping on his couch. I tilted my head and waggled the bag. "To visit, silly! And I brought starburgers!" Error eyed the bag then scootched over to let me sit. It was quick, but he snatched the bag from me. "You know if you like these burgers so much why don't you go get em?" Error scoffed as he took one out. "Why should I when its so much more easier for you to get em for me? Stupid squid." I visited error often. Usually it would just be us sitting and him grumbling about things and me excitedly telling him about things I've seen. Now, im soulless and Most people would believe soulless beings can't love. But..I guess I was different. Because, the dark skeleton I was looking at....I loved. I was nervous on this visit, because I was finally going to tell him. "Your quiet today." Error finally remarked, mouth full of burger. I snorted. "Dude chew with your mouth closed." I teased. "Fuck you, your the one who pops in here, I can do what I want." I chuckled, playing it cool as he went through the burgers. Then found the note. "The fuck is this?" He grumbled then pulled it out. I waited quietly as he read it, holding it close to his face since he didn't have his glasses. Everything stopped when he finished. "Ink what is this bullshit?" He asked quietly, sounding angry. I clenched my jaw. "Error--" "THIS ISNT FUNNY INK." I flinched. "Its not supposed to be error! I'm not--" he growled, but I stood my ground. "I'm not joking. Look I know we were both told, soulles beings can't love but...I..." Error snorted the flicked the note aside. "Whatever. Joke or not, Get out of here." He said. But his cheeks looked a little yellow... "No." Error growled, summoning his strings. "SCRAM INK." "JUST LET ME FINISH ASSHOLE!" I cried. I didn't swear often so that caught him off guard. It was quiet. I fiddled with my hands. God this felt more and more like it was going to end terribly.... "I love you. I know we were told that's impossible for beings like me but....every time I'm with you, I feel so happy...even without my vials.. And less lonely. The multiverse isn't as entertaining as one would think especially if your all alone." Tears started flowing from my sockets. "I just...you make me so happy. When I'm with you, something pulls me back to you always I just--" he cut me off. "How can I be so sure this isn't just the stupid vials talking?" I clenched my fist. "Because I haven't used my vials all day." I confessed. Errors sockets widened in surprise. "I don't know what it is..." I said, looking at my hands. "When I'm with you its like I can feel without them...almost like I actually have a soul." I looked back up at error who seemed frozen. And I said it again. "I love you error." I didn't expect what happened next. The couch flew at me. "WAH!?!" I exclaimed. "YOUR AN IDIOT! EVEN IF THATS THE TRUTH WHAT POINT IS THERE LOVING ME HUH?!? IM A GLITCH. A MISTAKE. IM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE INK! IM A DESTROYER OF WORLDS! YOU CREATE THEM! WHAT BULLSHIT IS THIS?!?" He screamed. Everything got quiet again. Error was glitching badly. He was about to say something else until he realized the tears falling down his face. "Error..." I murmured. He finally let down his guard a bit. "What if I'm not good enough for you...?" I walked over and sat by him, laying my hand on his. "It doesn't matter." I said gently. "Good, bad, it doesn't matter error. As long as I have you, you have me." I smiled. The rainbow blush on my cheeks and the yellow on his. Error grumbled and looked away then I heard him mutter "Love you too..." I grinned leaning in. "Whaaaaat? I'm sorry I didn't hear you!" I giggled. "I SAID I LOVE YOU TOO YOU DUMB INK BASTARD!" I laughed as he groaned. Then I kissed him which caused him to majorly glitch. (-original ink-comyet original error-crayon queen. Ik its weird putting that there but I get scared if I don't)

#(Flails) I love errriiiii aaaaa

[dark-and-kawaii]

Kirishima angstfluff? Please it can be anything you want *begs begs begs begs* you can delete this but myself figured to try and ask even though he isnt someone you currently writing for but if your writing wasnt so good i wouldnt have to ask and beg my english isnt vary good sorry :(

(>~

Nooooo he isn’t on the list, buuuuut since you really seem to want this I will, especially since kirishima is a baby boy. 

Guess next time I’ll be adding everyone to the list… You told me to do anything so i did as i please, and i hope you enjoy dis masterpiece *wiggles arms* Kirishima is such a man! 

All the female students loathed you in your class, you were too quiet for them, not only that but you were quite stunning, all the boys had taken note of it, unfortunately for you, so did the girls. Staring out the window as you sat in your seat you watched the rain fall from the sky. Noticing how the birds were taking cover in the trees, hiding from the droplets that could cause harm to them.

Hiding, something you wished you could do at this very moment. A group of girls were sitting not far from you, talking about you. Spitting out hateful remarks like, “god, if she were to be hit by a train none of us would care.” -They giggled.- “Yeah, i know right? Ugh without that pretty hair of hers i bet she would be hideous, not that its helping much now in my opinion.” -They giggled again.- “The guys only want her so they can say they’ve fucked her, i even heard one of them making a bet to see if they could.” They all laughed again once more, not caring that you could hear everything.

 ‘Why me?’ You thought while staring at the beautiful yellow bird.

With the ring of the bell the class had dismissed. You were gathering your things in your arms before one of the girls elbowed you hard in the side making you drop all of your belongings onto the floor. “Watch where you’re standing newbie.” The cruel girl laughed while walking out of the classroom. Kneeling down you began to re-gather her now scattered belongings.

‘I envy you little birdie, you’re able to fly and hide wherever you please. Unlike me, I’m trapped here with no one.’ Once your belongings were back in your arms you began to head towards your next lesson.

You were quietly sitting in your seat, attempting to read until you felt a paper ball smack you on the head, causing it to fall on the desk. Putting your book down you hesitantly picked up the paper ball opening it ‘Get lost’. You crumpled it up tossing it into the trash can. As you threw the paper ball into the trash you had taken note a male with grey hair was now bending down next to you.

“Hey there pretty little lady.” -Girls snickering in back- “You look awfully nice in our uniform ya know.” He said while a hand was combing through his hair. “I see you’ve been getting picked on lately, not cool, am i right?” All you could do was nod in agreement. “Why don’t i walk you to your next class? I could be like a bodyguard for you.” With a smirk on his face he held his hand out to her as the bell rang. Standing from your seat you gathered your things ignoring his hand, getting ready to walk past him you stopped at his side “If you really want to walk with me that’s up to you.” You firmly said beginning to walk out the door. “Well then wait up gorgeous.” The grey haired male finally caught up to you.

Nearing your next lesson you saw the male stick his foot out in front of you, with no time to react you had fallen over his foot. The male had “fallen” with you, only for him to land perfectly on top of you lifting your shirt for everyone to see.

Your face was white like the paper in your notebook, you felt sick and so lost. Questions spinning around in your head, why am i here? Why was i born? When will it end? Your eyes were pinched shut, all you could hear was the laughter of the male who had offer to be your bodyguard, along with a few others.

“That’s not very manly of you, man!” An abrupt shout had caused your eyes to skyrocket open. The male who had betrayed you was being launched off of you thanks to the fist that had made contact with his face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, man!” A boy with spiky red hair had the male by the collar of his uniform. “I think you owe her an apology! And the rest of you just stood there watching and laughing when she needed help! I don’t think any of you really belong here!”

You were on the school’s floor balancing yourself on your elbows, watching as this spiky red haired male stood up for you…

‘Someone… Is… Helping me? … No! He’s probably just another jerk!’ Fearful of your appalling thought you dashed away in a frenzy.

“Hey wait! Come back!” The spiky red haired male called out to you, but to no avail, you ignored it.

You were upstairs on the roof, crouched in a corner holding your eyes. You were doing your best holding it together, but you couldn’t do it anymore, the streams of tears flowed frantically down your face and to the ground. So caught up in your emotions you hadn’t heard the roof door open and drag to a close.

“He-Hey, please don’t cry.”

A hand was placed firmly on your shoulder to comfort you, only you felt it as an attack. Startled you immediately and unpreparedly attacked his hand, cutting him ever so slightly with your quirk.

An iridescent energy spread out like feathers was released from your shoulder area, most the iridescent energy flowed graciously around you as the a small bit became hard like teeth. Resulting in you cutting his hand.

“Please, no more… Why can’t you just leave me be.” Your head was curled up in the stale damp of your skirt as your quirk flowed all around you. When a breeze blew past you it would cause your hair to glide with the wind, along with your quirk. Giving you an almost angelic look.

Kirishima looked in awe, his mouth agape. Never had he need such a beautiful quirk before. It was so strikingly beautiful, so womanly…  “It’s alright, i’m not going to hurt you like everyone else. Please, don’t be afraid of me. It’s a man’s duty to protect a woman, not to cause harm. I’m Kirishima Eijiro.” He had held his hand out for you to take, waiting patiently for you to grasp it back. Yet, all you did was keep your head down, hiding your farouche expression unable to hear his sooth voice, blocking everything out.

Kirishima wanted to be there for you, someone like you shouldn’t feel pain, so when Kirishima gathered you in his arm you couldn’t hold back the sobs that broke free from your dry throat. You cling to his uniform, begging him why. Kirishima cradled you in his arms, unable to answer your pleas. He too didn’t know why you were being harrassed and pick on, the only answer he could come to think of was “I think they’re just jealous of you, i mean… look at you and your quirk. I don’t think i’ve ever seen someone radiate such beauty before, but don’t worry. I Kirishima Eijirou promise to keep you safe and out of harms way!”

It’s been awhile since you’ve felt so at ease, it was almost as if he lifted a heavy load off of your back. You quirk gathered around the both of you, in a shielding manner. Both you and Kirishima were enclosed by your iridescent wing like energy while he rocks you, one hand cradling your head as it laid on his shoulder while his other hand laid hard against the small of your back. “I’m ____-____.”  

Kirishima tugs you closer, clinging to you tightly, as if he’s afraid that you’ll disappear if he lets you go. Cradling you in his arms, his breath warm against the wet stain of your cheek. “Hey, ____. I’m going to get you switched into my class… I don’t know how, but i’m going to do it! I just have this gut feeling that you’re supposed to be with me… I me-mean! I meant you, uh! I meant you belong next to me! Wai-wait! That’s not what i-” The smallest giggle escaped from your swollen lips. Kirishima was a blushing mess until hearing your giggle, looking over he saw your lighthearted eyes glistening at him. “Kirishima, thank you. I haven’t felt this wholesome in a while.” Your quirk was now descending back into your shoulders, “Im so sorry i cut you earlier, when i’m upset it’s hard to control my quirk, you didn’t deserve that.” Kirishima grinned at you, “Look, you only got me a little, see.” Showing you his hand you saw there there was a paper thin cut, but you knew that your quirk was capable of more so how was this cut so small. That’s when it happened, his hand hardened right before you eyes.

 “My quirk is hardening so i was able to protect myself before it became worse. Now, whaddaya say we get you transferred somehow to my class! That way we can always stick together.”

Kirishima held his hand out to you once more as he stood up, only this time you grasped it back tightly this time around. The two of you smiling at one another as if you were both meant to be. Kirishima gave you a large grin, flashing all his sharp teeth at you.

It never occurred to you that years later you would be at Kirishima’s side, both working as pro hero’s, but it especially never occurred to you that all those years ago you were being held by your future husband, that it was your future husband who had come looking for you on the roof. After transferring to class 1-A Kirishima your then, future husband had help you learn to control your quirk and after that the rest was history.

~ admin Kiwi xo

#my hero academia #bnha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro #my hero scenarios #my hero academia scenarios #bnha #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #my hero #my hero academia imagines #kirishima x reader #my hero academia headcanons #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha eijirou #eijirou x reader #kirishima is a good boy #kirishima fluff #kirishima angst

[dysfunctionalnerd]

prof lay zelda au??

i,,,, dont know how to add a cut so like,, sorry if this gets long I'm making this up as I go

I guess hersh is link cuz hes like courageous? and hes got like main character syndrome

or maybe zelda cuz hes wicked smart

fuck it hersh is zelda

uhhhhhhhh luke is link?? whacking all this moblin bastards cuz some power crazed thot decided to kidnap hersh cuz hes smart and got a yellow triangle

London hyrule I guess (lorule lol)

it's like hyrule except big Ben and bricks but like castles too I guess

hersh is like a prince but like only in title bc he actually gives all his money away and just lives in this little flat I guess and tries to live his best life despite having this lil yellow mark on his hand

and one day he comes across this like kinda roudy luke kid who at first hes like g od this kid is rude but like then luke brings him like a cuccoo egg bc somehow he learned that that's his fav produce ???????? point is he sees this kid has a big heart and grows fond of him and like adopts him I guess

but then Ganondorf!!!

but it's not ganondorf its ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, uh,,,, don Paulo

except hes like a fake ganon (think zant) but regardless he thinks he can rule everything and he wants that triforce!!

hersh feels the disturbance when don Paulo is like at it and hes like luke I'm gonna go see what's up cuz like technically I'm still a prince

but luke is like i!! wanna go with you!! and BAM yellow light and holy shit hes got a triforce piece too

and hersh is like wHAT

and like idk hersh is like u cant get involved I dont want u hurt so he like,, leaves without telling luke

turns out his fencing skills fall short of don paulos nast magic given to him and he get Kidnapped like a Loser

and the adventures of luke begins I guess

so like luke is out there solving puzzles and fucking up ancient temples n shit I guess and he meets emmy!! who gives him his horse!!

but it's a donkey

anyways they're best friends now

oh along the way he meets some random ass dude called randall?? luke nonchalantly tells him everything bc hes a roudy kid and suddenly this weirdo is super interested and worried?? weird

luke noticed randall is like Not So Suddenly following him but by the 3rd temple he figures this guy isnt actually getting in the way so it's like whatever I guess

but still creepy so he confronts the guy and hes like Hey!!! What the Fuck!!!

and randall confesses that when hersh and he were kids they lived in a big castle together and were best friends!!!

but then hersh hated the bougie 1% castle life and left without telling randall. bummer!

and Randall's been like searching for him since

now we know why hersh always absolutley refused to give his name to the papers!!

also hes a prince that would totally suck if the media knew it was him

anyway so luke and randall team up now and face don paulo

turns out randall ain't shit at fighting but he does know where some cool ass sword is (think of him as like navi or midna. he provides info)

luke has some generic but kinda powerful sword now yay ! time to fuck up some temple bc randall thinks that's smart

in the temple luke gets some kind of magic violin then??? and he can like,,,,,, aquire the power of the animals r some bs like that

time to head to don paulos

theres this big dialogue where luke is like gIVE ME BACK MY BEST FRIEND and don paulo is like Haha u ain't shit kid

turns out he is and don Paulo gets fucking destroyed

but????? no clue to hershs whereabouts when this fool falls???

and suddenly BAM luke gets taken by the hand by this weird but oddly familiar guy in this funky top hat and top hat man just fucking tears luke away from the now crumbling castle room place

luke is like hey What The Fuck

and top hat man is like you have a terrible fate ahead of you but you must save the prince

did I forget to mention luke doesnt know hersh is a prince

so luke is like prince????????

and top hat man is like yea so now u gotta go to this one shithole village nobody knows of and speak to the one the call buffoon

and the top hat man vanishes in a cryptic wave of leaves I guess

randall was there I guess but he only saw top hat man for like 1 second at the end and just fucking sCREAMS

and luke is like what the fUCK is going on

and randall is like do u not know??? r u serious??? but figures it's best he not know yet if this is what top hat man intended

so they go to shithole village and ???? it is not a buffoon, but flora!!

and this time flora is IMPORTANT and VITAL to the plot

flora is like hello they call me buffoon but I'm actually just a lesbian girl everyone here is just home of phobia

and luke is like wow hey cool literally the rest of London hyrule doesnt care pls leave shithole village

and flora is like I cant!! I'm protecting the master sword!

the master sword

floral like dont fcking touch it

luke touches it like an idiot

so luke pulls that shit out and darkness sweeps over the place

and oh dear heres the root of don paulos power!! turns out is Descoganon behind it all

luke tries to fight descole but like too powerful so he gets a Defeat

descoles like buahahahahaha u fool this isnt even my final form and he fuckin dives to finish off luke

but!

top hat man!

he like appears in front of luke and is devoured but descoganons darkness

but before that his top hat falls off and !!!!!!!! wow what a surprise its hersh

luke is like NO I was a FOOL I was too BRASH!! I am not courageous, but dumb!

and Randall's crying I guess but hes like it's not ur fault

and floras like I'm mad at u for pulling out that sword but I mean hes right in order to defeat descole u need to strike him with that sword

so of to descoganons we go!

oh yeah flora joined the team bc turns out shes a fucking BADASS magician

also she constantly gives randall shit for not being able to fight

you thought you heard the last of Emmy but no!! shes back again bc I said so!!!

she wants to join the team too and luke is like cool more horses

everyone's has a cool ass horse except luke who has his dumb lil DONKEY

hes pissed but also grateful he doesnt have to walk by foot but also a fucking donkey???? seriously???

and emmy's like fucking deal with it you whiny ass man

so yeah master sword and magic violin in hand luke calls upon the animals to aid him in battle and it's off to descoles we go!!!

wow this place is DARK

and also the iconic castle that everyone cherishes is now in ruins

and in the most concentrated area of darkness is hersh trapped, glowing just a little bit but fading fast

and luke is like FACE ME DESCOLE U COWARD

and he does

and hes like boutta lose again and flora is like NO! I awaken ur full power!!

and his triforce glows!!!! he is powerful! full of courage!

but descole starts fucking tearing appart in laughter

hes glowing too! he has a triforce too!! he has them all

if you've ever played any zelda game ever this is when descole turns into some pig

but alas by the power of the magic animal violin and the master sword he is defeated

flora dealt the most damage and at the end she was like luke u gotta stab him now and he was like uh ok I guess

voila!! hersh is no longer trapped in darkness!! nor is the rest of London

oh yeah Randall's gay for hersh duh first thing he does is run to him being like remember me???? doesnt matter I'm nursing you to health now

bc I SAID SO

oh but first luke runs to him crying and hugs him and is like pls dont ever leave like that again dad

and hersh is like did.... did u call me dad??? and he cries too and they hug

(except halfway through hersh collapses and luke is struggling to try and keep him from falling. how did this weak boy defeat such an all powerful being?????)

yeah hersh and randall get married flora gets a gf and happily ever after

oh and claire is like the goddess of London who made the damn triforce bc why the fucking hell not

so anyways yeah uhhhhhh someone tell nintendo to fucking hire me

#long post #professor layton #the legend of zelda #zelda au #hershel layton #luke triton #emmy altava #flora reinhold #randall ascot #ranlay #sorry its 6am i havent slept yet and i got struck with a goddamn stroke of fucking genius #im not making this fanfic tho someone else can do that if they want i guess #claire foley

[zombeamik]

OKAY SO BIG RANDOM GAMEPLAY SPOILERS ABOUT DELTA RUNE

OKAY SO BIG BIG BIG BIG SPOILERS DOWN BELOW IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME AS THIS WAS MY EXPERIENCE SO i did update this as i was playing so please ignore my spelling mistakes and confusion as i am to lazy to go back and fix it lmao enjoy!! :D

man WHAT i has to stare at their names to figur it out but KRIS IS FRISK AND RALSEI IS ASRIEL AND SUSIE IDK WHO SHE IS BUT WHATEVER BUT WHENEVER WE SAVE IT COMES UP AS THE CREATOR AND KRIS IS GONE AND IM LIKE ??????? SO WHEN AM I SHOWINH UP BUT NO OFFENSE I KNOW IM SUPPOSED GO SAVE EVERYONE AND GOAT MOM AND EHATEVER BUT I LIKE GENOCIDE SOZ NOT SOZ i honestly though kris was chara but then i’m like oh shit they have one yellow stripe OH SHIT DOES IT KNOW I PLAYED GENOCIDE LMAO

but man it’s so cool and i’m happy so

EW CROWN MARIO REFRENCE I HATE THIS GAME LMAO

ok was there a way to finish the crown mario button fight without being pacifist ew

i’m sorry i don’t know how to get exp or love or whatever they call it and i am MAD

when you loved clover but you trying to be mean so you had to kill them D: I AM BAD PERSON BC IT WAS THEIR BIRTHDAY UGH

i love magnus and his hammer head ugh he cute

i like lancer BUT DO U REALLY WANT HIM ON MY TEAM HMM

i charged my mind i love lancer he’s just scared and he wants his papa to live and love.

aND HIM AND SUSIES FRIENDSHIO IT IS GREAT I LOVE IT OK

ALSO HUH LOOK AT THAT ATTACK WOW REMINDS ME OF FLOWEY OH WOW IT WORKS LIKE FLOWEYS ATTACK! WAY TO STEAL AN ATTACK FLOWEY (he don’t exist yet i’m guessing as toriel talked about asriel at the start of the game so prequel to when monsters lived above???)

OH NO I AM SAD AGAIN LANCER ISNT HITTING BACK LIKE GOAT MAMA NOOO DO NT HURT HIM SUSIE

susie is like ok we can talk it out with the king and i’m like WHAT NO IM HERE FOR GENOCIDE I AINT DOING NO PACIFIST

even tho i couldn’t kill the button crown dude whatever honestly didn’t know how lmao

excuse me Rouxls Kaard??!?! ur basically a royal mettaton OK BUT WAIT WHAT WAS THAT SPARKLY THI G DOD I MISS IT OR HUH

ugh gross the shop keeper is Rouxls Kaard MAN EW UR PUZZLES SUCK

KING PLS WHAT HAPPENE TO U??? TO THEM HES A HERO TO ME WHAT THE HELL WHY IS IT COMING OUT OF HIS STOMCH IM SO CONFUSED HELP

you’re much stronger than i envisioned PLS don’t use toriels like thanks i am TRYING to do genocide BHT OK

HUH I DID MOT AGREE TO PUT MY WEAPON AWAY

WHERES MY CREATION I WANT TO MURDER STUFF LMAO

wow i suck i just want to kill everybody and not even do a peaceful way whoops lmao

I KNEW IT HOW FUCKING RUDE MR KING I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU BUT NO AND RHEN YOU FO THAT?!

WAIT IM NOT READY TO LEAVE I HAVENT DONE THE THING IN THE FOREST OR GOT THE KEY WAIT

OH MY GOD WHAT ITS FLUFFYBOY IN COLOUR HUHHE CUTE

UH OH DETERMINATION AWLAWYS HAS TO REUIN EVERYHRJ H

okay yes toby i will leave you be but i wanted to look i the computer lab cri

OH ASGORE IS MY DAD YEAH WE BASICALLY CHARA BUT OUT NAME IS KRIS frisk BUT WHAT AWW

EXCUSE ME ASRIEL IS IN COLLEGE?!

omg did asgore die maybe they had a fight again or whatever but excuse me what happened i want to know.

BURGERPANTS WHY ARE TOU WORKING AS A MASCOT A PIZZA PLCE I MISSED TOU BUT UR JOB STILL SUCKS

and undyne and alphys not together???

IT WAS NICE TALKINGBURGER PANTS BUT THERES SO MUCH TO LOOK ATHOPEFULLY YOU CAN GO TO COLLEGE AND BECOME THAT ACTOR ENJOY MAN

UH NTY I LIKE ASGORE AND TORIEL NOT ASGORE AND UNDYNE AND UNDYNE AND BURGER PANTS EW no offense.

IM SO HAPPY TO SEE ALL MY FRIENDS?? I AM CRYING

DAAAAAD WHAT HAPPENED I CAME TO SEE YOU, YOU OWN A FLOWER SHOP?? AW MAN I LOVE YOU

THAT WAS SUCH A CUTE HUG OMG DONT APOLOGIZE DAD I MKSSED U NO WAIT I LOVE HUGS GIVE ME ANOTHER PLS

huh that’s cool instead of souls he has flowers instead pls don’t tell me we gonna run into evil soul flowers in this game thanks.

oh the flowers toriel used for her wedding are probably the ones in the containers i am sad

RED HORNS?! YOU MEAN DEVIL HORNS WHAT WERE TOU THINKING jk lmao

excuse me mum but if you do not put those flowers in the kitchen and you put them in the trash I AM MOVING OUT

oh i just noticed that my side of the room in really empty and now i am sad, asriel what the hell.

UM

UM

UMMMMMM WHAT THE FUCK OH NO I KNEW IT OH MY GOD UM UM THAT IS BAD BUT OK IT IS GOOD CAUSE THAT EHAT I WANTED BUT OH NO

HELLO I KNEW IT WAS YOU

end of first run lol

starts of pacifist run

also so i’ve replayed it as i’m trying to actually do genocide and pacifist instead of neutral, ill figure it out. but the cutscene when they were falling down tbh could have been my eyes but i swear i saw abit of red on uh chara or mikaela or kris or whatever you want to call them. anyways.

UM

so i’m doing pacifist ugh anyways omg?

but i mean WHAT ITS SOCUTE UGH

anyways if ur doing pacifist o honestly think you gotta fight the temptation to kill everything as the evil character man it’s gonna be hard bc goat mama noticed something was wrong and now we ripped our soul out so UH I MEAN YES SOMETHING IS WRONG. CALL 000 PLS

OK SO PACIFIST IS COOL BUT YKNOW

ANYWAYS I AM GETTING MAD ABOUT THIS SECRET BOSS UGH CAN YOU JUST FALL ASLEEP MAN WHAT THE HELL

I WANNA KILL HIM BUT IVE DONE THIS WHOLE THING PACIFIST SO UGHHHH

OK I GIVE UP I CANT FIGURE OUT THE PATTERN CRY I MAY HAVE TO COME BACK TO IT BUT PROBS NOT I MEAN IS THE ARMOUR WORTH IT OR LIKE

anyways time to continue with pacifist story

ah lovely pacifist ending

no my only question is when chapter 2 comes out i’m wondering if that’s gonna be start of the “genocide route” or where you start gaining levels if you want.

OTHERWISE SUPER COOL YA OK

im sorry i thought i was done with this post lol but that ending gets me everytime i’m still wondering where the soul will go or who will take it bc goat mama is probs gonna see it in there. but i honestly wonder why they turned evil like was it because asriel wasn’t there and mum and dad broke up or was it because of susie even tho she was nice like?????? maybe it was because of the king like spooky king not dad king like maybe they noticed that you can’t trust anyone and like i gotta kill them or. UGH I DONT KNOW. TO MANY THINGS.

OH MY GOD WHAT IF WE WKE UP IN CHAPTER 2 AND MIRDER GOAT MAMA LIKE EXCUSE ME NO THANKS WELL I MENA IVE MURDER HER LIKE 7 TIMES BUT THAT WAS WITH MY CONSENT I DONT WANT MY BABY TO MURDER HER

as someone who loves Chara/whatever you name them/frisk/kris but also loves genocide i can’t say anything to justify their actions as i did nothing wrong and they ripped out their soul and got a knife by themselves so uh IT WASNT MY FAULT

ANYWAY THIS WILL BE THE END UNTIL SOMEOME COMES OUT AND TELLS ME THERE IS A WAY TO DO GENOCIDE SO

if ur waiting for a theory it ain’t coming i mean there might be bits in this but like it’s honestly me screaming LMAO

#undertale #deltarune #GOD FINALLY AFTER ONE DAY OF WAITING

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*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ soft bias tag

stolen not tagged bc im a fucking pleb who doesnt get tagged in shit ripppp LONG POST WARNING IM SORRY MOBILE USERS

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ��� 1. WHO IS YOUR BIAS?

i really can’t choose between got7′s bambam and stray kids’ felix bc both are my ults so fuck the system i’m gonna do this as a poly au bc the world needs more poly shit and felix and bambam would be such a good pair

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 2. WHAT MADE YOU NOTICE THEM?

i noticed bambam first, technically i first glanced him in girls girls girls bc i was anime trash before i was kpop trash and he rEALLY looked like nishinoya from haikyuu so i called him nishinoya and thought he’d just be a first glance bias, until i saw a compilation of got7s dumbest moments and most of them were jackbam and i saw two specific clips that i recall, the one where they had to do the ugly dance of gggs outside the jyp building and bambam literally spazzed on the floor?? and the iconic how do you know im not big moment. i looked at him and went “tHAT ONE. THAT ONE, I WANT THE TRASH CHILD.” been in love ever since.

felix singlehandedly got me to stan stray kids, i first glanced changbin in hellevator then highkey forgot abt them as the show aired. then my friend sent me this clip of felix’s verse in grr from the live stage bc at this point the album hadnt even dropped yet. i was shook to the next dimension from his deep ass voice and his growling and i wanted to hear more so i watched the show and only fell in love with him more.

i betcha if this poly were to happen felix would see bambam dabbing and go “OMG IM NOT THE ONLY ONE STILL DABBING IN 2K18″ and bambam would see felix dabbing and be like “OMG HES CONTINUING MY LEGACY” and they’d hit it off from there

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 3. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM?

for both of them, i love how they’re both absolute crackheads. like they’re actually so stupid and what the fuck is going through their heads???? they make me smile like and idiot and laugh like no other so of course i love them. plus they have this adorable sweet side to them apart from them being memes and its so heartwarming to see that soft side come out, it makes them so much more of a three dimensional character cause there’s all these sides to them and they’re like so hardworking too and did i mention handsome? plus their love for their members ugh i could go on!!!

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 4. WHO WOULD INITIATE SKINSHIP MORE?

tough call bc im a HOE for affection and skinship but id honestly be too afraid to make them uncomfortable/be too clingy that they’d get annoyed at me so at first it would probably be felix bc lets be real. he comes from stray kids. have you seen bang chan? they bring skinship to a new level. once we all get settled in tho, i bet the three of us would be physically inseperable.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 5. WHO WOULD HOG BLANKETS MORE?

literally all of us. i always end up biasing ppl similar to me sigh we’d be so fucking wild. i betcha that would be the one thing we have regular fights over. who hogged the blanket this time???

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 6. WHO WOULD BE MORE CLINGY?

felix. as mentioned in the initiate skinship, hes really clingy. then it would be me bc i am too. but thats not to say bambam isnt clingy, he’d be super clingy too but me and felix would bring it up a notch.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 7. WHO WOULD SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ FIRST?

m e. i’d just let it slip out after they do some dumb shit and id just go “wow youre such a fucking dumb dork i actually love you” and then have an o shit moment.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 8. WHO WOULD BE MORE EASILY FLUSTERED?

M E bc bambam is a smOOTH motherfucker and felix is an affectionate motherfucker and i am w e a k although i feel like they’d be easily flustered if they were teased, which i would do, but i think i’d be flustered the most.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 9. WHAT CUDDLING POSITION WOULD YOU TWO HAVE?

i wanna be sandwiched inbetween them bc im shorter than both of them lmaoo. but i bet we’d all bicker of who’s turn it is to be in the middle. another one would be when sitting on the couch, and we’d sit in eachothers laps in height order. itll work somehow.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 10. WHICH COLORS REMIND YOU OF THEM AND WHY?

bambam makes me think of black, white, red, and purple. black and white is bc his fashion sense is like modern and chic and those were also his most iconic hair colours. red because of his signature eyeshadow. purple just seems like a colour that would suit him, it’s royal and elegant but also homey and familiar?? but tbh he can make any colour his bitch.

felix is yellow, gold, orange, and brown, bc theyre warm colours like him!! the brighter colours are bc hes bright like the sun and the browns when its a more chill day, and its all down to earth and just feels like home.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 12. WHICH SEASON WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND WITH THEM?

ooft tough one...spring so i can spend my birthday with them (cause in AUSTRALIA spring is in september to november) and its cold at the start so we can have snuggle dates, and its hot at the end so we can go to beaches and have water fights and stuff!! and in the middle its perfect weather for nice strolls.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 13. WHO WOULD BAKE THE COOKIES AND WHO WOULD STEAL THE BATTER?

bambam can cook apparently and he likes being aesthetic af so he’d be trying his best to make the most bomb ass cookies, and then felix i bet is a disaster in the kitchen so i bet both of us will be stealing the batter while not helping at all and bams will be like “thanks for nothing you guys” and once realising that we weren’t gonna stop he’d turn on us and throw flour at us or something. foodfight!!

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 14. WHICH ONE OF YOU WOULD MAKE BAD PUNS AND HOW WOULD THE OTHER REACT?

i am a hoe for bad puns it would totally be me all the time. bambam would look so disappointed in me and felix would just burst out laughing with me, and bambam would crack bc how can he stay mad?? if it was an inside joke or a reference to smth and not some random pun, bams would be the first to lose it tho.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 15. WHO WOULD WANT TO ADOPT 50 DOGS AND CATS?

me and bambam!!!! bambam already has like 3 cats and id be like ok lets get three MORE and MORE and felix is like “but im a dog person :(((” (at a fansign he said he was rip) so id be like well dogs are great as well lets get fifty of those too!!!

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 16. WHICH ONE OF YOU WOULD NEARLY BURN DOWN THE KITCHEN TRYING TO MICROWAVE A POP TART AND WHO WOULD COME TO THE RESCUE?

i wouldn’t be fucked microwaving poptarts (although id probably burn down the kitchen trying to cook eggs or smth but this is about poptarts so its not be this time.) so it would probably be felix and then i’d come to the rescue bc i have fire safety training from scouts.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 17. WHO LIKES TO LEAN OVER TALL RAILINGS AND WHO PULLS THEM BACK?

bambam and i would lean over the tall railings and felix would pull us back bc as seen in the amusement park episode of the 9th, hes a pussy lmfAO he’d have a mini heart attack

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 18. WHAT WOULD WATCHING A HORROR FILM WITH THEM BE LIKE?

bambam would act all tough and felix would be like “o shit pls no” and both of them would scream at the jumpscares and cling to eachother or me, whoever’s closest. i’d probably sit there and laugh and tease them for being a baby bc horror movies aint shit with me. but the rare occassion i do get scared, i’d lose my shit and they’d never let me hear the end of it. “whos the baby now huh??”

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 19. WHO WOULD BE THE CHEESY FLIRT AND WHO WOULD BE THE SMOOTH FLIRT?

bambam is definitely the smooth flirt but he can be cheesy as well?? like he’d be smooth at times and smooth and cheesy other times. felix would be plain cheesy but sometimes he’d be smooth. same with me, i’d be a bit of both?? maybe slightly more smooth idk

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 20. WHO IS MORE COMPETITIVE? felix i feel like would be competitive in the moment but calms down quickly, bambam would be SUPER competitive and be a little petty afterwards if he lost or smug af if he won but after a while he’ll cool down as well, i’m probably the most competitive and most likely to hold a grudge or to rub it in their faces the longest lol.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 21. WHO WOULD HAVE TO BE GIVEN CONSTANT REMINDERS? (REMEMBER TO EAT, DON’T FORGET YOUR KEYS, ETC) idk...? all of us love to eat so i dont think taking care of ourselves will be forgotten, but i tend to lose things so maybe me being reminded idk???

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 22. WHO SENDS MEMES AND WHO SENDS CUTE ‘I MISS YOU’ TEXTS AT 3AM?

ALL OF US! we’d have a group chat and see who could stay up until 4:20 to send dumb memes but if we get too tired earlier we’d sign out with some sappy message idk it would be a total wildcard whether the late night messages would be cute and sweet or straight up memes. i feel like a lot of the time it would be both, like starting off with some cute thing and ending it anticlimactically with a meme bc we’re dorks like that.

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did i ever tell u poly!bamlix is all i ever needed in life??? thank you for your time i tag @just-oneofthegays and @neo-urban annd @bqngtqn <3

#long post #personal #tag games #kaifen rambles

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Title: The One Who Is Loved. Author: a teenaged Amber Renee POV: second Summary: Brighton is a fuck up. He’s in this college, full scholarship, everything his way, but he is too fucked up to notice. Drugs are his vice, they keep him going. Well, besides the loyal Spencer who plays the bestfriend and secret crush. And if you think Brighton isnt beating himself up about this newfound gay curve, you’d be wrong. Warnings: drug use. brief mention of noncon sex.  Authors note: idunno, okay? I have this fucked up little character in my head, and he wanted his story told. i present him…

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Hi. My name is Unimportant, and i will wreck your life.

Hi. My name is Unimportant, and i’m a fuck up.

I have a lamp above my desk, it’s bright and hot and makes me think of the desert. I go to the desert a lot. It’s big and bright and hot. Except for when i go at night and then it’s not. And nothing can ever be what it says it is for long. Deserts just seem bright and hot, a lamp, but they get cold and dark too.

I flip the lamp off and leave my room.

I have a living room, do you have one? What do you use yours for? I have 5 lines of coke in mine, and I usually just pass out in it. Is that what you do? Its what i do. Anyway, i walk into my living room (and what do i do besides die in it?) I walk in and think ‘how much do i want to take?’

cont.

I want three. Three beautiful, wonderful, burning lines of coke to breathe in, please. Drive to the next window!

I get to my knees, hands on the cool coffee-coke table and inhaleinhaleinhale. i forget about the world for a few minutes, and suddenly the walls of my apartment are colorful! This isnt the mental hospital i thought it to be for those few moments.

I jump up, struck by genius, and back under the desert lamp and computer. I Am An English Student. i read books that use old english, and write things that take days. But right now, i’ve been on writers block, hence the coke, not that i need the excuse. If i dont do well enough i could loose my scholarship. i giggle, man i’m stressed.

Smiling to myself, i type, type, type and wipe blood off my nose.

i wanna dieeeeee. i wanna dieeeeee. please give me an A, mister teacherrr!

I get a big fat F, so i take more coke and i forget all about it.

——-

I know. I know i’m fucking addicted. I’m fucked up, but i’m not an idiot. How do i tell? How do I know?

——–

“Hello Brighton.” Oh yeah, that’s my name. I’m not just Unimportant. No, I’m also Brighton “the one who is loved.”

That’s what i mean. My name. I am supposed to be the one that’s loved. Where does that leave everyone else? What makes me so fucking lucky? Why cant Tom or Drew or Sammy be loved, huh? And anyway, it’s not like its real. Its not like i’m real.

“Hiiiii Youuuuuuu!” I smile, and laugh and it’s dark. The desert is cold, so fucking cold but i dont feel it. Nope, i’m in tight jeans, a T-shirt and fingerless gloves but i dont feel a damn thing.

“…What did you take?”

“ABCD EEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Clever. I have to be clever, i’m so clever, “I’m so clever right?” I laugh and laugh until the stars blur into one big ball of fire, and i wish it were my birthday so i could blow them out.

“Oh, Bright. I wish you wouldnt,” I hear your voice and it’s so sad, why are you so sad? The birthday candles are for you, you, you!

“It’s your birthday! Make a wish!” I laugh and clap and you’re leading me back upstairs, why?

“I wish you’d stop.”

I’ll stop when the world stops.

“I love you” I do, I do, I do, I do.

“Go to sleep, Bright. I’ll see you in the morning,” But we go together like the desert and my lamp. Similar, but completely different.

We dont go together, but you sing me to sleep.

(*)

I wake up to a bright headache and a heavy dose of reality seeping through my window. Not okay.

I groan, not okay, and roll off the bed thumping tp the floor. Not okay. I dont even stand. Just crawl, crawl to the desk with the lamp. The desert lamp. I crawl, not okay, and make grabby hands towards the drawer. I pull out its contents, groaning again and lean against the wall. I curl my legs towards my chest, not okay, I light up.

Wake 'n Bake.

I’m okay.

——–

It’s bright outside. Wow, is it always bright here? It’s so bright. I hate it. I hate Bright.

“I hate you, sun,” I singsong. I lift my hands up, feeling my string bracelets fall lower on tired arms, feeling my fingers spread out, feeling. I hate you son.

I drop my hands, bracelets follow, lining up in order once again, where they belong. Time to Be Responsible. Time to Go To Class.

The path to my class is short, too short and it’s too hot. It’s so hot. Sweltering. Vocabulary word. Definition? My life. Overwhelming.

Out Of Control.

The path is short, the building is tall, I follow the steep line of it with my whole head, black hair shifting from out of my eyes with the effort. Tall, tall, tall. You know what? I bet you, I bet nothing bothers this building. It’s strong and it’s big and it’s fucking tall. Really tall. Think of something tall.

Taller then that.

I’m still looking up, up, up when i get shoved from behind. It’s slow, stumbling forward, and then wrenched back.

“You dick,” The words climb out of Smaller-Then-Building-Boy’s mouth and dance around my head. It’s bright yellow. It hurts my eyes it’s so bright. I dont respond. The yellow distracts me, “Hey, anyone in there? Think you can get my girl wasted and then take advantage of her? And not get punished, huh asshole?” The colors are changing. Their hue is lifting, darkening with intent. Red, Redder, flashing, bleeding.

I open my eyes and the talltall building is looking down on me. I look straight and the sun I hate smiles down at me. Why am I here? I sit up and wipe blood off my face, but it keeps dripping. I feel everything.

My high is wearing off.

I stand up, the building seemingly so much smaller and trudge in. I’m late, I’m bruised, I’m battered but I’m here.

“Mr. Wells, do you have another riveting tale for us today?” Teacher.

“What? No,” I slide into a seat, scratching wearily at my skin.

Fuck, I need a hit.

———

“I heard you got into a fight with Chris.”

“Yup.”

“Over his girl?”

“Yup.”

“You even know her name?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, Brighton,” You sigh wearily. I finally look up to catch your face.

“Sorry,” I whisper, I don’t know if you heard me, and I almost dont want you to. I feel like that’s a part of me, of my heart being cut away. Given to you.

You’re a guy.

Why am i not high?

Oh right. Because I’m with you. Because you “don’t approve”. Because you’re above my shit and I love you. Shit. Shit.

“It’s okay,” So you heard, so you caught my heart. It’s not okay. This isn’t okay but it’s not like I’m primed to stop. I can’t stop.

“Okay,” I say instead and you go back to the video game you’re playing and I’m watching.

That’s fine, and that’s fine. I didnt want your attention anyway. It’s fine, really. I just can’t tear my eyes away from you or the tongue poking out of your lips in concentration. I can’t see what’s happening on screen, but it must be good if your smile is anything to go by. You look so happy, why am i not smiling like that?

So i do, I test it out on my face. It stretches and pulls at my muscles, taunt without their usual stimulant.

“You havent smiled in ages,” You note and I dont stop. Just smile, all teeth, i can feel it. We’re at your place and you have the air on. It’s dark except for the TV, and it’s cold.

I’m okay.

 (*)

 I wake up gasping, nightime. Nightmare. You.

I get up from the bed, your bed. I’m still at your house. Sober. I cant stop shaking and you’re a light sleeper.

“Brigh’?” Mumble, mumble I’m in trouble.

“I have to go,” I feel frantic, my skin feels too hot. Fuck, hot, bright, Brighton, loved. Not okay.

“Wait, wait, Brighton,” You’re sitting up. No, just go back to sleep, please stop. Just stop. Stop. Stop.

“Stop,” My feet are hitting the ground fast before I can think, I’m carried away.  Space growing between us. Outside it’s still dark, but I feel the sun. I can’t always see it, but the bright is always there.

My room in my apartment. Never have peeling walls, dirty floors and a grey existence been such a welcome. I breathe it in, and exhale smoke. Fast forward and I’m hardly here at all. My eyelids are heavy, so heavy, but sleep is a far stretch away. Tingling away from my hands. Sleep is a dream.

Genius.

I sit up and crawl, not okay, to my bedroom, my desk, desertlamp on, my computer. Keyboard waiting for me happily. Type, type, type. I have a paper due in creative lit 3, and my material is dancing before my eyes. Little words like subtitles across the bottom of my lids. There is no sound around me, just the words whispered softly in my ear. Ability at my fingertips.

I feel nothing, I feel everything. I swipe black hair from my eyes, long. A while back I cut my hair after the lead singer of my favorite band. I’m paying for it now, it’s so long.

I feel the words like a gust of air through my transparent body. My overheated skin burned by the desertlamp is cooled and relieved.

I feel.

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A- Beautifully written. Powerfully unique. I would like to see you writing lighter topic next time.

I got an A. I got an A, but I’m confused. Topics are topics. They don’t weigh anything. They’re just thoughts. Topics swarm, topics are spoken and traded, and taboo. Are topics heavy also?

Is the simple notion of sleep as a dream too heavy?

What’s the line?

Coke? Pot? Heroine? Crime? Sex? Violence? What’s heavy? Not those.

No, those aren’t topics at all. Those are just vices. Etched into a skin and marring beauty. No, those decay a person; those take over a persons eyes. Those live inside and breed friends similar. No, those aren’t topics. That’s a life.

A life can’t be heavy. A life can drag, and split but weight had nothing to do about it. Life is imprinted with heavy topics and then let loose on a wandering soul. I imagine that the soul feels naked, empty and cold. I imagine that it is happy with anything that comes along. If you were a lonely soul wouldn’t you be happy a body came to you, asking you to jump in? Asking so much from you –so inexperienced? You’re young, soul that is, and so alone. So alone. You jump in; make room by the heartache and drugs and it feels like home. The life closes up its opening, and you -soul- realize too late. It’s too late.

Not okay.

And now we’re stuck, all of us. In these weightless bodies, next to our vices. Maybe yours isn’t drugs, but you harbor. You live with your vice. You’re body could be a box or a mansion, but inside prowls that vice.

And that’s okay.

A vice isn’t heavy.

A body isn’t heavy.

Souls aren’t heavy.

Innocence. Innocence is heavy.

Innocence follows like a heavy fog, weighing a person down. It’s born in all of us, even you, even me. Innocence weighs more then anyone can hold, we have to let it go. People cling to it, to their “innocence” and you, my heartache, cling to yours so hard it scares me. Let it go. I had to let the weight off of me. I was too weak for the heaviness, for the burden of “innocence”. I let it go. It had dragged me down, and now I’m light. Now, I’m high. See, do you see that play on words? That’s what letting go does. The world gets so many in-betweens. With the darker the world gets it’s no longer black and white. And for all my talk,

I’d give anything for the weight back.

To wake up and not be burdened by colors and between the lines and those and this, but never that and highs and lows, failure, middle ground. To wake up and just be.

I sigh, looking out my window. Void.

It’s nearly Christmas.

 (*)

 “Hey Bright,” You don’t mention my panic attack from the other day, and I’m thankful. I also can hardly understand the English language.

“Spin!” I smile; your face looks lovely today. Yup, it does, does, does.

“You’ve been on something more often then not, as of late.”

“Really? No, no. I’m hardly, I-I’m not really on… anything. I-my. You look pretty today!” I finish grandly, throwing you off guard. Your pretty face looks different.  Wrinkles above your eyebrows, “What’s that?” I point and mimic the expression.

 “My frustrated face,” You answer, and your voice is deeper.

 “Oh. Hey, hey do you think. Do you think a topic can be heavy?”

“Sure. Something no one wants to talk about,” You shrug.

“Oh. Oh, I guess. I didn’t think so. I didn’t. It doesn’t weigh anything-”

“They aren’t talking about weight, Brighton,”

“No, no. No, listen. Listen, it doesn’t weigh anything. And, things that do, they aren’t topics. Those are trivial, y’know?  But, and what people do, what we live for. That thing that we share our lives with, that’s nothing too. That’s just this unforgiving passenger. Or, or maybe even the driver… I don’t know, but point is, it weighs nothing, it takes nothing to carry it. But what I figured out was, was that innocence, how we’re all born with it, that is the heaviest thing a person can carry. It burdens us, it breaks us until we shed it.  It takes nothing to be corrupt, only the strongest can carry innocence like a shield. Do you get what I’m saying?” You’re so strong.

“…And then you say something like that,” You breathe out softly. My fingers itch to touch.

“I’m kinda outta it,” You know, “But I’m sure that wasn’t the answer I was looking for.”

“No. It’s just, when giving up on you seems the only way; you show me why I can’t. How smart you are,” I. Oh.

And you’re looking at me like I’m worth looking at. It feels so good to breathe under your eyesight. This is okay.

Arms. Around me. It takes a minute to click and oh, we’re hugging. Why are we hugging?

“Brighton. Please, just try for me. Please, it’s killing me. Please stop it all.”

My warm fuzzys stop. You’ve never outright asked that of me. It was there, I could feel the plead in every move you made, radiating. But now, it’s vocalized.

Now you’ve done it.

I stop hugging but you cling. Are you crying? Am I crying? I can’t stop, this is bigger then me. I tell you as much.

“Get help, Bright. Get help and get out. Please,” I can’t promise anything, but-

“I-I’ll try?”-maybe.

——–

Sobriety is officially the world’s most overrated thing, ever. It’s two days later, 4 ‘til Christmas. And I’m sorry, but this isn’t working for me.

My face is wet, my body is shaking. I can’t tell what I’m experiencing withdrawals from because I’ve been on them all. You’re gripping me tight, saying words like “love” and “proud” and “Brighton”.  There’s a fog to you. Your sounds penetrate, your words do not. I can’t see you either, but my eyes are probably closed/ I’m really cold.

“Can’t, can’t,” Mumble, mumble.

“Sh, you can, Brighton. You can-”

“Can’t, can’t. I can’t. I-Spencer-can’t,”

“Sleep, relax. So good, Bright,” Fuck, I’m so cold. Fuck, it’s so hot.

This isn’t going to end well, and we both know it.

You have optimism for days.

———

It’s three days later and tomorrow is Christmas.

I can’t get up, I can’t move. This isn’t enough.

My chest hurts, why are you doing this to me?

This is cruel, you are cruel. Staying at my house; by my side, making me food, warming my body. How dare you?

I’m feeling better though, I must admit. I’m not shaking nearly as hard and my eyes can open again. I still want it. Fuck, I want so much it feels like I’m going to explode with pure need of an absolution.

“Bright,” Yes? “Brighton, I have to visit my parents tomorrow morning. Think you can handle yourself for that long?” Is this all you think of me?

Am I just a… child? A child for you to fuss over, to coo over, to hold my hand when I fall and pick back up?  Is that all? You’re an angel in my eyes. You’re the greatest good there is, pure innocence in human form, strong to hold it.  That’s what you are; you are so close to perfection. I am a child.

“Go ahead,” I’ll show you child.

———

“I was starting to worry about you, kid.”

“Just a quick vacation off,” I assure. My eyes are flickering around the dim apartment, home away from home.

“Come in, come in. Merry Christmas,” His laugher feels hollow. It doesn’t just seem. Like, I can feel this. Feel the empty space where the meaning behind it would be.

I wander in, and you cross my mind. I can’t pinpoint why I’m doing this to myself, to you. The moment you bid me goodbye, I was out like a light, shoes on and headed to where my vices materialize. To this hole in the wall, hole in my heart. Fuck, this place is so dirty.

I am so dirty.

“Come in, I said,” Right, right. I take my small steps in, room opening up before me, and “Take a seat kid,” Kid. Kid. Kid.

I’m always a kid to this guy, but I’ve never felt more young. I’m hardly this adult I’m supposed to be. Although, I’m hardly an adult legally, but point in case; I am. I am, but I’m not. I’m so not.

“What’s good?” His opinion was always good. Revert to old habits, I suppose. Fuck, I’m thinking way too much, “Anything to clear my mind?”

“Fer sure, kid,” He smiles slow and snake-like, same as always. I’ll be leaving here doped up, “You know the price,” I do. I know, but it kills a part of me every time. And actually, I’m pretty sure it killed me the first time and now he’s just chipping away at the remains. My throat feels dry, my heart is pounding and for someone so dead, I sure do feel.

Dark rooms, and a shove towards my hell.

Sleep is a dream.

…

As soon as possible I’m out of there too. Kid fresh out of a candy store, pockets bulging with sweets.  I wrap my sweatshirt closer around my frame and think about you again. (Always) You would hate me if you knew. If you knew how I fuel this obsession, and that it is so wrong and I am so wring. I want to stop, I’ve never wanted that so bad.

I feel dizzy as I enter my apartment again, and with no drugs my thoughts come cleaner. Nothing as fragmented or ridiculous. Well, maybe a little, but I think that’s just me.

…Maybe…that’s…just…

me.

The powder I was measuring splatters with realization, but. I don’t. Care. I don’t. I- me. Me. It’s… I can decipher myself within this…. this shell. I have lines around me, a joint ready to be rolled, I have myself. I blink. I blink again. And I can’t breathe, but I’m inhaling steadily. I don’t want this. Well, I do, I still feel the pull, but mentally I don’t want this. This vice.

The door opens. You. You wont understand, you’ll jump to conclusions. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I jump up from kneeling, frantic. Got to hide it, all of it. Flush it, ignore it, pretend. Please don’t see!

“Het Bright, I got you…” You trail off. You’re not looking at me, no. You’re staring angrily at the whit dust on the table. It’s not what it looks like!

“No,” I whisper. It’s not what it looks like! I wanted the escape, the crutch, I needed it then. I gave up myself, my body to someone and to these drugs. I know. I know, okay? But, but, I didn’t! I don’t want to! I was weak, I was… a child. I’m done. Please, please, I want to grow up! I want this to end! Please, “Spencer,”

Your eyes flick to mine, watery. Both. I want you to understand, but I can’t get the words on my side. I can’t. I can’t.  

“Why?” You croak, “Why are you killing me?” No! No, that’s the last thing I wanted. Blame.

“No! Spencer. No, I-I. I didn’t…I couldn’t…I flushed them…weal…didn’t…want…flushed…I can feel me, now. I don’t want that to stop… I don’t want you… to go. Didn’t…swear,” I stumble my words, and to you, arms outstretched. I grab you before you can go, grab you tight and cling.”

I’m so sorry.

I don’t ever want to lose you.

I don’t ever want to lose me, again.

Don’t leave me with my vices.

I’m scared.

“I’m scared.”

Please answer me. Please do something. Please, please?!

“You need real help. I’m only one person. I’m only 20. You need to go, leave and stay there until you’re better,” I nod, understanding. I’m too much.

I’m a child.

You’re far too young to be taking care of someone who can’t take care of themselves. Can’t love someone who can’t possibly love themselves. Can’t touch something so dirty.

“And,” You continue, angling my face to yours, “I know what you’re thinking,” Nod, “I’m not going any-fucking-where. I’m here, I’m with you until you can’t stand me anymore,” You promise. Suddenly, there’s a click form my bedroom, glass shattering as my desertlamp burns itself out.

And in my semi-lit apartment, Christmas day, energy buzzing between our eyes.

We’ve got optimism for years.

 (*)

End.

#poetry

[hyunjinsvision]

chansoo hogwarts au

okay okay listen i was feeling soft for chansoo (when aren’t i) and my brain did this thing so enjoy!!

okay so kyungsoo is a metamorphmagus right

and his hair changes colour depending on his emotion

yellow for happy, green for jealous, blue for sad, red for angry, pink for love etc etc

hes a muggleborn in gryffindor

and yeols a pure blood in slytherin

ohhhhh cliches im sorry what did u expect

yeols rlly popular like hes known by the entire school and all the girls (and boys) LOVE him 

tag urself im the girls and boys

kyungsoo isnt unpopular or anything hes just a regular student hes got his friends and him and his friends are happy

kind of

kyungsoos been struggling with keeping his methamorphus abilities under control

and teachers and students are getting frustrated at it

sometimes he’ll accidentally turn someones hair green in class

because thats a thing he can do??

so hes been walking around with his regular brown hair but with a bluish tint to it for the past few months

yeol and kyungsoo are in the same potions class right

and one day yeol finally decides hes gonna ask kyungsoo something hes been wanting to ask

bcos yeols been wanting blue hair for ages

kind of like kyungsoos but... a lot brighter,, because its yeol what do u expect

so after class one day hes like :)) hey gryff kid

bcos he doesnt know soos name

bcos hes lame 

soo doesnt rlly wanna be spoken to right now

but hes lowkey had a tiny crush on yeol since first year

so he kind of just smiles and is like

.... my names kyungsoo....

yeols like

yeah of course ofc!! i knew that!!

(spoiler)

(he didnt)

so then yeol cracks the question

with his giant smile

“can you use ur cool powers to dye my hair blue”

the smile kind of just drops off of kyungsoos face

and he just kind of ... walks away?

chanyeols just stood there like?? i ?? park chanyeol?? most popular guy in school?? just got rejected??

but he isnt having any of it

because hes park chanyeol

so he runs after soo with his long ass legs

and he gets out into the courtyard

and notices that soos sitting on a bench

looking kind of upset and down

so chanyeols kind of just stood there like?? oh my gosh?? what have i dont? im the worst person on the earth??

so he tentatively (oi big words) sits himself down next to kyungsoo

and asks if hes okay in his softest voice

(which kyungsoo thinks is the softest thing in the world what do u mean hes whipped stfu)

and kyungsoo explains the trouble hes been going thru with his powers recently

and how his whole life ppl have used him for his powers for situations like this

and chanyeol suddenly feels like a giant dick

(which i guess he lowkey is?)

so he sits there

and comforts kyungsoo

and lists off all the great things about kyungsoo that have nothing to do with his metamorphus abilities

and kyungsoo just sits there shocked

he honestly thought chanyeol didnt know he existed

(he did)

(he just didnt know the cute gryffindor boys name)

(and was too scared to ask anyone)

anyway they go back to their dorms

but then

the next day

chanyeol wakes up late

so hes rushing

and isnt able to properly check how he looks before he runs to class

and when he walks in

everyones shook

EVERYONE

even the professor 

chanyeol is also shook

bcos he didnt rlly anticipate the entire classroom to stare in shock as he walked into the room

did he really look that bad??

remind chanyeol to never wake up late again

but then someone shouts

“YOUR HAIR”

so he grabs a mirror off the nearest person

and

his hair??

is blue

bright blue

exactly how he wanted it

so he looks over to kyungsoo

to see him smiling shyly into his book

and BOI

is chanyeol soft

and thats the story of how park chanyeol realised how GAY he was in the middle of potions class

BUT WAIT THERES MORE

chanyeol sneaks into the gryffindor dorms that night

and kyungsoos kind of just chilling in his comfy clothes in the common room

and deadass just walks over to soo and just

hugs him

SO tight

for like five whole minutes

and when he pulls away soo is all blushy and soft and SQUISH

and chanyeol just :’)

he cant help his big gay self

and he just kisses kyungsoo rLLY SOFtly 

and kyungsoos even moRE BLUSHy

and gIGGLY!!!

AND CHANYEOLS SCREAMING IN HIS HEAD SO BAD!!

and he kind of just grabs kyungsoos cute squishy cheeks

and just fully snogs him there and then

theres ppl in the common room like??? chanyeols gay??

the other half of people are like?? i knew it??

ALSO JUST 2 MAKE U EVEN MORE EMO IF UR AS EMO AS ME RN

kyungsoo went to bed the night after talking to yeol with rlly bright yellow hair

he had it that whole day

and then while chanyeol was kissing him

it turnt suPER PINK

and its like

neVER faded

ever

hes like,,, in his grave and his hairs still bright pink

they lov each other

the cutest couple in school man i fucking love gay wizards :’)

#IM FEELIN REALY SOFT OKAY #I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN AGES???? #I HOPE U LIKE THIS BCOS I !!!! DO!!! #CHANSOO #MINE #CHANYEOL #KYUNGSOO #PARK CHANYEOL #DO KYUNGSOO #EXO #KPOP #HARRY POTTER AU #EXO FLUFF #EXO IMAGINE #exo scenario #EXO FIC #EXO FANFIC #HOW MANY MORE PROMO NOTES CAN I FIT IN HERE #GIVE ME ATTENTION #IM LONELY #JDSKJFK

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NEW STEVEN UNIVERSE AND BUNNI RANTS THOUGHTS ABOUT IT

* i love zircon and i feel so sorry for zircon aaa And even for Other Slightly More Smug Rival Zircon! I mean, they’re both just doing their job and it was merely a stroke of fate that the blue one got assigned to steven’s side of the trial. Rival Zircon barely even got two lines of dialogue so we dont even know if she was remotely evil or just like.. well, a smug office rival. It was a really nasty shock that yellow diamond just poofed both of them! I hope they’re okay when they reform, i hope they dont get blamed for what happened and shattered or something!! steven plz come back and rescue the endearing neutral office gems along with the more clear ally ones and stuff * I’m not quite sure if Zircon was right, though... I mean yellow diamond being 100% super bad and having framed rose for killing pink diamond would probably be in-character but it wouldnt be revealed so soon if it was what actually happened, right? What I took from this instead is that maybe Pearl was actually pink diamond’s pearl, and she’s the one who betrayed her instead? OR... possibly whenever we finally get white diamond revealed, she’s the one who’s the big evil boss who did it all? at least we saw some sort of statue of her so we can confirm she has the crazy cool goku hair, lol * I LOVE THE OFF COLOURS AAAA * I kinda love that its now canonical that conjoined twins can happen with gems, I mean its always nice to know that your favourite fictional characters could be like you which is why I think its great the show has all these different disability metaphors. Also I did not know that that kind of strange shape is actually possible with Rutile gems! * also, as predicted, I ADORE CENTIPEDE GRANDMA!!! and apparantly she’s a fusion of like.. the most gems ever. Polyamory grandmas! Combined into the ultimate grandma!!! did anyone else picture that ‘ariel needs legs’ comic tho ‘seven fusions... maybe more. imagine.’ * I think it’s spelled Paradshvana? No, its parashivana, I think. I hope she gets mentioned in a book or a comic or something so I can make sure I have the correct spelling of her name. But I love her! I like that the writers picked a type of sapphire that has such an interesting name, it helps set her apart from the blue one we all know and love. * LARS IS STEPPING UP!! aaaaa I’m actually kinda liking lars A LOT, he’s had so much character development and for once is actually keeping it between episodes and showing self awareness of his problems and providing actual reasons for why he’s doing them, rather than just sitting there refusing everyone else who keeps trying to help and support his salty ass. I wish we’d seen actual signs of this a lot earlier though, tbh it feels more like theyre rewriting his character rather than revealing something that was always there. * I didnt expect that humans would actually have an advantage against gem tech that only recognises gems! that was a cool way to have lars actually be able to make an impact when he gets his character development and decides to fight back. It was pretty badass! * okay, I’d seen so much speculation about the lars death thing and then i got spoiled for him being revived by steven’s magic somehow, so it didnt have as much of an impact. but it still hit my heart a little even as someone who knew it was coming and someone who ABSOLUTELY HATED LARS until like right this exact episode when he finally showed some character depth. But still, even if it succeeded at being sad, it kinda suffered a lot from the show’s usual rushed pacing. Like.. even in a ‘one hour special’ it seemed like every episode was still forced to work as a standalone and squish every plot point into 15 minutes. We BARELY got actually meet the off colours before we moved on to this next lars death plot, and like.. he died SO FAST, and it had barely a moment to breathe before he’s suddenly back. You couldnt even really tell what killed him, he just fell off the exploded robonoid and was dead immediately. And like.. with no clear wounds except one small face scar, so it seems like it did indeed run on harmless cartoon explosion rules. And I guess he just fell too far and hit his head or something.I mean I know they couldnt show a guy realistically covered in burns with limbs missing or whatever, but could they have at least had him covered in shadow or something so the nature of his wounds is left up to out imagination? When it all goes by so fast it seems almost unintentionally comical that he died by just falling over a little too hard.I mean, characters have survived way longer falls in this show even if in real life you obviously wouldnt... And SERIOUSLY give us more than FIVE SECONDS to believe he might be really dead, before reviving him with a never foreshadowed new magical power. Clearly it actually was planned out a long time earlier in the show, but somehow it still feels like a bit of a cop out? I just hope this faux death revival magic has some sort of further plot effects, and could be like a catalyst for Lars’s character development or something. Cos its clear that he didn’t just come back the same as before, it seems this magic comes with some kind of cost to it.. * IMMEDIATELY WE SEE SEVERAL COSTS TO IT * okay lars is LITERALLY A ZOMBIE * a CANDYFLOSS ZOMBIE * what the FUCK * steven how did you somehow never notice lion had a weird zombie heartbeat * wait i guess steven must have assumed lion was a gem creature of some sort * WAIT LARS IS LIKE A GEM HYBRID MUTANT ZOMBIE * he isnt even hungry or tired?? suddenly?? that must be?? REALLY FRIGHTENING?? WHAT THE FUCK?? * why is this episode SO RUSHED, why are you throwing terrifying existential horror and then just immediately lars is left trapped on homeworld and thats the end, and we dunno how long we’re gonna have to wait for the next episode or if it’ll actually address this or anything!!! * GAHHHH * also in retrospect WE DIDNT SEE ANY OF HOMEWORLD DURING THIS ARC. We still know practically nothing about their culture, aside from a mild bit of hope that the gems they persecute are at least able to escape and have a small sort of rebellion here rather than all being destroyed. But seriously there must have been millions who’ve been slated for shattering and only this tiny group managed to keep hidden long enough to meet steven... gahhh how many friends has centipede grandma seen die... * but okay seriously LARS IS A GEM ZOMBIE THING * and this means LION IS ALSO DEAD * LION HOW DID YOU GET HURT AAAAA * oh god so rose must have rescued him and then he had to see his whole lion family die and sit around for ages waiting for rose to come back and now all he can do is try and protect her son. poor loyal pet... poor hachiko: kitty edition... * WTF LARS IS DEAD AND HE’S STUCK ON A PARALLEL WORLD AND HE CAN NEVER EAT AGAIN AND HIS WHOLE FUCKING JOB AND HOBBY WAS COOKING and AAAA he’s the one out of everyone who was most hung up on like.. Normal Human Society Things. of all people, this is the most torture for him! god, the only consolation is that the off colours chose to stay there and protect him, and maybe it’ll help him work out his issues to be away from it all and have some close friends he can relate to. Cos like.. we all know steven and co are always trying to be his friends, but he had that weird inferiority superiority complex that kept him from accepting the friendship. At least we know here that he feels he’s able to be equals with these gems, and they’ll all be able to protect each other and learn from each other in different ways. But still DEAR GOD POOR LARS I thought you were an asshole but I didnt want you to GET TRAPPED IN SPACE AS AN ADORABLE ZOMBIE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA * steven could you like.. throw the ube cake through the portal. i mean he cant even enjoy eating it anymore but it might still help him feel better. * steven can you throw rebecca sugar through the portal so everyone can throw legos at her for writing such torturous fates for all her characters then throw her back cos i mean its not like anyone’s gonna get a happy ending to the show if it ends on this cliffhanger, lol but still LEGOS * steven can you throw the ube through the portal to me and I’ll eat it and write a review for lars and maybe send him a small plush doll of himself * rebecca sugar can you open like a mailbox to all your characters where I send them letters encouraging them to keep going even though the world is cruel as fuck ok thanks bye * I STILL REALLY LOVE CENTIPEDE GRANDMA THOUGH * and zircon had better be okay! please tell me she escapes and ends up joining the off colours or something * also can we have the same for topaz + topaz thanks * this is just the arc of introducing fifty new characters and not being able to save any of them and also one already introduced character is also LITERALLY FUCKING DEAD * aaaaa

#su spoilers

[quasarsturncoat]

DORIAN: -The Red Comet is a pretty comfy place, all things considered. It's not big like the UU, but it comes with the promise of adventure, and that's a lot more exciting, in the end. They should be touching down pretty soon, so he's munching on a banana and poring over a the vague map they've got to work with -- very little is explored, and he's got to mark the relevant destinations and landmarks that they do know of. It's a pretty thrilling prospect to chart out more of this land, especially since it promises a somewhat funky biome. The reason it hadn't been explored much before now was largely due to some of its strange animal residents that made travel a challenge -- particularly a certain large land-dwelling goatlike creature that tended to live in groups and drove most explorers out. Luckily, Dorian is an expert on weird animals, and this is right up his alley. He did plenty of research based on what they knew about the big ol' goats beforehand, and he has at least a few ideas of how to get around that problem.-

DORIAN: hey siri did we bring peanut butter?? -he loves the stuff despite a few of his family member's allergies... he likes to eat it where they can't gaze on jealously.-

SIRIUS: =Red Comet was on autopilot for now. When both terrain and weather were clear, Sirius felt comfortable enough to leave the cabin and settle in the small room off to the right. The hum of Red Comet's engines were not the low rumble of the UU's, but it provided an excellent background noise that brought her comfort. They had plenty of charge left from the solar panels and she ensured that she'd filled the reserve fuel tank before departing Lauctis's docks where the UU had also taken rest. Sirius was across from Dorian, seated at the the small community dining table/desk and idly tapping her chin with a pen. She had a field journal out where previous photographs taken of the area were spread about in a concentrated semicircle around her. She was taking the time to write down some more notes before they touched ground. Her camera gear was all packed up and ready in her sylladex, and if they happened to meet this goatlike creature, there was this "Caprinae Repellent" a shady troll sold them at a kiosk. She had faith in Dorian's abilities and knowhow, though, and if all else failed, they had the legs to run out of there like no tomorrow!=

SIRIUS: =When he spoke, Sirius lifted her head and smiled broadly.=

SIRIUS: (yeah i remember that was on our shopping list before we left)

SIRIUS: (lemme see) =she got up and began rummaging around in the cabinets of her small kitchen= (im pretty sure we got it)

SIRIUS: (i personally checked it off the list so it should be here somewhere)

SIRIUS: (oh)

SIRIUS: (here it is) =!=

SIRIUS: =She grabbed a tablespoon (what else would you grab for peanut butter?) and held it up to him, waiting for him to take it before she uncapped the peanut butter and slid it across the table to him. It had yet to be opened, and the seal was still intact, waiting for someone to rip it open and feast upon the contents.=

SIRIUS: (it was hiding next to the other condiments) = :)

DORIAN: -YES. THE BIG SPOON. She read his mind. He grabs that pretty quick before scooping up the jar, too, grinning as he flips the spoon over to use the handle end to poke a hole into the seal.-

DORIAN: that sassy bastard. it thought it could outsmart me for the first and last time. -peels the seal back, checking the underside of it just in case, but it's pretty clean. Ahh, there's nothing like the sight of the smooth, untouched surface of a fresh jar of peanut butter. TIME TO RUIN IT FOREVER. He scoops a frankly ludicrous amount onto this spoon, just so he doesn't have to double dip and get his slobber all in it. He can be courteous sometimes!-

DORIAN: -Tiny, delicate nom.- sho i wash wondering.

DORIAN: have you ever gone shpelunking on any of your-- -swallows- --adventures?

DORIAN: not gonna lie. part of me just wanted to say spelunking just now.

SIRIUS: =Takes her own spoon, but only scrapes about half her spoons worth=

SIRIUS: (actually yes)

SIRIUS: (well sort of)

SIRIUS: (i was telling durgah just the other day about it)

SIRIUS: (it was an underground cave system that had a whole forest down there with even a river running through it)

SIRIUS: (the flora was so different than the ones above ground cause i mean)

SIRIUS: (who knew when the last time any of that even saw the sun)

SIRIUS: (i didnt get that far though cause no climbing rope)

SIRIUS: (that and i had to leave the planet like the next day because the weather on ochandrues is crazy)

SIRIUS: (the lightning storms are pretty though)

SIRIUS: (you can see them from space)

SIRIUS: (look) =she cleared some of her pictures and brought out a sphere containing her digital star charts whereby turning it on, it lit up the room with its scattering of the universe. She pointed to a tiny yellow sparkle, where it zoomed in and showed a slow revolution of five planets around their star.= (here we are in the síocháin system)

SIRIUS: =and then she spread her fingers and it zoomed back out. She moved her hand across the lightyears until she selected a reddish sun. Seven planets were in this one, two of which were revolving around their star at what appeared to be breakneck speed.= (that particular planet is here in the pikkupaholainen system)

SIRIUS: =wiggles her finger at an orangish colored planet.= (ochandrues)

DORIAN: -He's already completely enraptured once she starts telling him the story, but somehow even more so once she brings up her star charts, his own eyes practically sparkling. Maybe from the reflected light, but also because he's a LITTLE BIT EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT. Space is just... so beautiful???-

DORIAN: wow........

DORIAN: man.

DORIAN: thats just so amazing. -He really sounds awed by it, and he is. It's a little more real, hearing a personal account about it, imagining that cavernous forest and any number of things that could have been blooming and thriving down there without the sun. Just incredible. He sniffs once.-

DORIAN: im sure as heck not letting us run out of climbing rope. i only brought a metric assload just so you know.

SIRIUS: (it is isnt it) =She settled her chin in her hands and watched the planets spin, sighing happily. Then Dorian's last statement caused a laugh to bubble up and she grinned= (good to be prepared for anything)

SIRIUS: (maybe one day you can see it too)

SIRIUS: (the best part was i didnt know that cave was there)

SIRIUS: (part of the ground gave out and i fell in)

SIRIUS: (i think sometimes)

SIRIUS: (forgotten places want to be found)

DORIAN: -That makes him grin, too. It's a nice thought, and an inspiring one, if nothing else.- or discovered. -Like they're going to do today. The mere thought of it again is enough to make him sit up a little more in his seat, a little too much energy in his bones.-

DORIAN: well i sure hope like they feel like it today anyway. or tomorrow. sometime at least within the month would be good.

DORIAN: just the thought of getting to fill out this map more is making me antsy!!! hahaha. its just so COOL. getting to do this.

DORIAN: -His gaze softens a little when he looks at her again, sincere.- im really glad im doing this with you. most of my stuff i always do by myself and i like... yeah it inspires me to try my hardest so i can figure things out without having to depend on someone and yada yada but its nice to have someone else around to like. experience something amazing with you and i really feel like thats what were gonna do.

DORIAN: so thank you for like. having me along for this ride. and sorry for getting all sappy on you out of nowhere hahaha!

SIRIUS: (it will give us more time to explore which would be really nice especially since the weather here wont kill us so easily) =The fauna might, though! She zoomed back out on the star maps, and there are blank areas which become more frequent the further out the soft light reaches in the room.=

SIRIUS: (hehehehe no its not sappy) =shakes her head= (i feel the same) =her smile reaches her eyes and her cheeks give off the teeniest of glows= (its not so common to find someone wholl give up a lot to see places far from home so thank you)

SIRIUS: (i really do appreciate you coming out here and seeing all this with me) =AND LEAVING YOUR LOVED ONES BEHIND. She "are you sure?"ed so many times. What she won't admit to him is that for all her adventures and travels, for how nice it was seeing things few had seen, it did get lonely from time to time.=

SIRIUS: (im glad youre here too you know) =she laughed a little and there was a slightly awkward pause before she just shoved her spoon of peanut butter in her mouth. Time to stop talking.=

DORIAN: well hey. its what i love too you know? you get that. -His soft smile shifts into a grin after a few moments of watching her with that spoon, and he stands up out of his seat.- DORIAN: well im done with this for now and we probably dont have much longer in here so why dont we spend our last free time fucking around??

DORIAN: -he stands up out of his seat, sticking his own spoon between his teeth like a makeshift rose and spin-shimmying a few times before offering her a hand... And also pulling the spoon back out and setting it on the table with the other.-

DORIAN: -Activate terrible French accent.- hon hon titty baguette... care to dance mademoiselle?

SIRIUS: =She watched him do this, staring for a bit before she was yanked out of this trance by her now peanut butter-less spoon falling out of her mouth and clattering to the table. She fumbled with it for a moment - fukcgin - and gently set it on a napkin before quickly capping the jar. Not wanting to leave him hanging for long, Sirius made a semi flustered noise, followed by a squeaky- =

SIRIUS: (sure er wait how do you say it)

SIRIUS: (oui oui monsieur mon ami) =Yes, that is exactly how to French, mister my friend. She pushed back in her chair and it slid easily across the Arabian rug. Fkjfalkfjkalf she'll just accept that hand now.=

DORIAN: -he just chuckles, pulling her closer once he's got her hand and taking her other while he's at it to guide her into a sway, stepping them around in circles.-

DORIAN: -he starts singing, but no linkin park or show tunes this time. It's something different.- oh we dont have much.

DORIAN: pocket full of holes aint got no luck.

DORIAN: one in every town weve been before.

DORIAN: stealing from the rich but giving more.

DORIAN: oh this is where the legend begins... whoaaa.

DORIAN: i think i know the ending for this,

DORIAN: and i know it cause...

DORIAN: we ride into the sunset like its the young west!

DORIAN: dont mind lover reach for the stars.

DORIAN: we make out like bandits dreaming of mansions!

DORIAN: every night youll sleep in my arms.

DORIAN: so darling ride ride ride like the wind.

DORIAN: and drive drive drive to forget.

DORIAN: our lives might depend on it... ride into the sunset.

SIRIUS: =Oh wow.. .this was different! She listens to the words as she sways with him, only faltering in the steps a little at first before figuring out the pattern. Following his steps, she relied on him to lead. Her smile is growing, and the glow returns again towards the tops of her cheeks under her eyes=

DORIAN: -Seeing her smile just makes him grin more, pulling her along in a more enthusiastic little sway as he hums. He's not used to literal glowing from most people, but she's special in that way, and it's nice that somehow he might have caused it.-

DORIAN: oh its all or not.

DORIAN: lovers on the run til we get caught.

DORIAN: making a getaway with everything we stole.

DORIAN: pistol on the draw lets start the show ohh oh oh oh.

DORIAN: cause this is where the legend begins... ohhhh.

DORIAN: i think i know the ending to this and i know it cau—

DORIAN: -There's a sudden shudder and groan in the ship that throws him a little off balance, and his first instinct is to pull Sirius closer, despite the fact that she is definitely not small enough for him to shelter. He'll be damned if he won't try anyway.-

DORIAN: ... so that was solar wind right.

SIRIUS: =Nice sea space legs, Dorian! The shudder makes her turn her head and her glow fizzled for the time being. She also hugged him back (cuz that was no mistaking it was a hug!), and pat him on the back.=

SIRIUS: (um)

SIRIUS: (maybe) =?? There was something about that noise, though...=

SIRIUS: (lets check it out)

SIRIUS: (to the cockpit) =?=

DORIAN: -TOTALLY JUST A NORMAL HUG. But he is definitely just a little suspicious, and normally he might not be so worried, but Sirius is here with him.- yeah.

DORIAN: -He shifts his hold so he's got one of her hands in his (just in case), and starts moving that way.- now would be a really shitty time for mothra not gonna lie.

SIRIUS: =she's worried because DORIAN is with her. What if he gets hurt?? That would be a NIGHTMARE=

SIRIUS: (well its)

SIRIUS: (plausible)

SIRIUS: (theres space mantas so i wouldnt count against it) =comforting smile! Though what she just said may be less than comforting=

SIRIUS: (but you dont need to worry about those)

SIRIUS: (theyre super gentle creatures who wouldnt hurt anything)

SIRIUS: (they even let me fly with them for a bit)

SIRIUS: (i think their pod was migrating)

SIRIUS: =there is aanother rumble followed by a sound that is clearly not mechanical. Also, it sounds quite large.=

SIRIUS: (though its)

SIRIUS: (not the season for them to go yet)

DORIAN: uhh... -He's holding her hand just a fraction tighter at the noise, brows creased. What gives? They're almost there...-

DORIAN: yeah that doesnt sound like any kind of manta. -With renewed determination, he practically pulls her over to the cockpit, not touching anything just yet. It's her ship, after all.-

SIRIUS: =slips into the pilot's seat as comfortably as though she was putting on a jacket.=

SIRIUS: (as much as it sounds like it wants to say hi im going to go ahead and not give it an answer if thats okay with you)

SIRIUS: =buckles in. Dorian should probs do the same thing=

DORIAN: im okay with that. -He pulls the safety harness and clicks it in place, glancing at her to grin again.- unless the answer is BYE FELICIA.

DORIAN: -Whatever this is, he's sure they can deal with it. Moreover, he feels sure Sirius can outfly it.-

SIRIUS: =Shit that makes her giggle, but she's also quickly turning off auto pilot and eases it into manual drive. There is another particularly loud clunk and ok no, Rammie just patched up the paint job, and no one insults Rammie's work like that!=

SIRIUS: =growling (it's probs the most UNaggressive growl lbr), Sirius increased the thrust and they zoomed forward, but not before another clunk. Gripping the wheel, she pulled down a video feed from above them which were of the rear cameras that acted pretty much like a land vehicle's rear and side mirrors. From it, they can both catch sight of some dark shadowy something move from the left side of the ship before disappearing below them.=

SIRIUS: =She stared open mouthed and squinting for a full three seconds, her brows furrowing. They were going pretty fast as they were, and it was keeping up with the ship. She'd never seen something like this before, and it was definitely bigger than any space manta.=

SIRIUS: (excuse my language)

SIRIUS: (but what the hell is that)

DORIAN: ... uhhhh...

DORIAN: -He doesn't know, but he's definitely borrowing this camera footage later. He's trying to think, flipping through a mental catalogue of possible things it could be. It was probably unlikely to be some kind of ghost, with as solid as it seemed, and without much out here to anchor it to something. It seemed a little too small -- and maybe a little too "normal" -- to be one of those... outer gods, or whatever. The thing was, there was a lot about space they didn't know about. But... he had heard rumors of some kind of force or entity that bore similarities to dark matter, or maybe that was dark matter. All the incidents had been hard to document, though, as they were just as mysteriously ending as they began. Well, this thing was definitely dark. Beyond that, though... He wasn't sure.-

DORIAN: not to be the unhelpful guy but your guess is about as good as mine... ive only got one idea and it doesnt do jack for us really!!

DORIAN: this better not be one of those bermuda triangle surprise black hole kind of things. that would REALLY ruin my—

DORIAN: -Another clunk against the ship, and suddenly the camera feed catches the thing ascending again, but higher, faster, moving ahead of them and its dark shape shifting a little too rapidly for him to be able to tell exactly what it was. What he could tell, though, was that there seemed to be some light radiating from its core, that was more difficult to make out the further it flew away. It looked like it was heading... toward this solar system's star.-

DORIAN: whats it doing...?

SIRIUS: =She watched at it flew over them, the angling of the glass panes giving them more than a great view of said shadowy something. She noticed the light, too, but would have thought it almost a trick of the light if her eyes hadn't been locked on it as they were.=

SIRIUS: (.....besides heading on a collision course with that star i have no clue)

SIRIUS: (at least its no longer rubbing up against us like godzillafied lei lei on steroids)

DORIAN: -He can't not snort at that imagery, but he's still a little absorbed in watching the thing head further away, closer and closer to the sun until he can barely see it anymore. They're almost to their destination, now... He shouldn't feel concern, but something about it is still intriguing. He wants to know more.-

DORIAN: wonder if well see it again...

SIRIUS: =she's squinting again, trying to peer past the sun's light, but there's no use. The creature is evidently gone.=

SIRIUS: (maybe) =she laughed a little nervously= (maybe not)

SIRIUS: (maybe it spared us because we didnt look tasty)

SIRIUS: (maybe its allergic to peanut butter and having our spoonful just now saved our lives) =she laughed again, brushing off that funny feeling that she might be forgetting something.=

SIRIUS: =thats okay through, because a chiming ding does it for her and she glanced back down at the dash. The noise had been to indicate the automatic switch to using actual fuel from the actual tanks which was so rarely done Sirius only used them for emergencies. Her eyes scanned the panels and she finally discovered that the solar energy reserves had been completely drained and the needle rested upon fucking EMPTY. They'd stopped at the last sun to charge the panels, and the trip only took up 40% of the recently obtained energy to get this far! She'd checked it herself! Her initial confusion is now transforming into shock as she stared agape at the dials.=

DORIAN: well thats just another thing in the universe allergic in that case... poor bastard. -shakes head.-

DORIAN: -The ding, though, that gets his attention too, and so does the look on Sirius' face.- what?? whats up?

DORIAN: is that...

DORIAN: the ding of the fuel? the fuel ding??

DORIAN: the dang fuel ding???

SIRIUS: (th-the ding was the ding of the-) =She's flapping her hand at the thing= (the sun thing) =SHE CANT EVEN WORDS RIGHT NOW=

SIRIUS: (it means the sun thing isnt making us go and the ding is for the fuel thing)

SIRIUS: =SHAKES HER HEAD. wow this is a mess= (were going on fuel and the thing dinged to let us know)

DORIAN: oh.

DORIAN: yeah ok i had a feeling that was the ding thing.

DORIAN: ....

DORIAN: what????

SIRIUS: (hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) =She lifts her hands and drags them down her face before holding them straight in front of her. Initiate Calm Sequence.=

SIRIUS: (we had more than sufficient solar energy to make it planetside but for some reason we dont have any anymore) =taps the dial. Maybe there's just been a mechanical malfunction. Spoilers: it isn't.=

SIRIUS: (were running on backup fuel)

SIRIUS: (which we barely have enough of to land)

SIRIUS: (so im wondering right now where the hell the rest of our crap went) =!=

SIRIUS: =says this all very calmly=

DORIAN: that is...

DORIAN: a really good thing to wonder!!!!!

DORIAN: and also.

DORIAN: uh.

DORIAN: ...

DORIAN: so.

DORIAN: uh this is just a theory.

DORIAN: but you remember that shadowy thing.

SIRIUS: (the same shadowy thing that was grinding up against us like a cheese grater to a mozzarella block)

DORIAN: yeah that thing exactly...

DORIAN: -SIGHS.-

DORIAN: if it messed something up permanently i am gonna be SO. PEEVED.

SIRIUS: (waitaminute)

SIRIUS: (are you saying that thing had something to do with the ding)

DORIAN: YEAH. THE DING THING!!!!

DORIAN: THE DING DANG FUCKING THING.

SIRIUS: (so what youre telling me is that ding-) =shakes her head= (i mean thing that blasted off to the sun ate our stored solar energy)

DORIAN: i guess????

DORIAN: i mean thats the only thing that makes sense right?

DORIAN: it had to have done SOMETHING.

DORIAN: -goddamn team rocket...-

SIRIUS: (...)

SIRIUS: =stares at the sun, then looks at her dashboard=

SIRIUS: (im gonna land us safe dont worry okay)

SIRIUS: =she's gone so long on solar power that she hadn't even bothered filling the fuel tanks. Theres a bit left, and it SHOULD be enough for them to land, but=

SIRIUS: =smiles at dorian!=

SIRIUS: (its gonna be okay)

DORIAN: ...

DORIAN: hehe.

DORIAN: yeah i know you will. -He just grins back at her, confident in that. If he could trust in anyone, it'd be a fellow traveler, and he believes in her.-

DORIAN: this is already some ride. all because we had to go and eat that damn peanut butter.

SIRIUS: =His lightheartedness makes her relax and she laughed at his final statement. Cracking her knuckles she guided her ship down through the atmosphere. Breaking through atmo was always a little bumpy - they felt it whenever the UU landed, but with a smaller ship it was far more evident.=

SIRIUS: =She landed on a deep green hill with barely any fuel to spare. The alert light that indicated depletion flickered on and Sirius placed a hand over it.=

SIRIUS: (shhhhhh)

SIRIUS: =After pressing the required buttons to spread the solar panel wings for a recharge, Sirius cut the engines and slumped in her chair, spluttering a long exhale.=

SIRIUS: (so)

SIRIUS: (that happened)

DORIAN: -He's only just a little bit tense as Sirius brings in the ship for a landing, but he won't let her see that. He's still pretty sure it'll be fine, but there's still the matter of what could possibly be on the surface of the planet, too, and everything that's destined to be ahead of them. He just laughs once they're finally settled, unbuckling and hopping out of his seat.-

DORIAN: WHEW.

DORIAN: it sure did. and you nailed it as expected.

DORIAN: didnt think things would get exciting THAT early. makes me wonder where the rest of this adventure is heading... DORIAN: AND THEN SUDDENLY THE PLANET EXPLODED.

DORIAN: -yeah like that would ever happen hahahaha-

DORIAN: -snrks- want me to grab up the... maps? -glances back at the scattered papers-

SIRIUS: =She's super glad Dorian seems okay, especially mentally. She liked to plan things out as much as possible, but with trips to various other planets she ended up throwing out the itinerary for the use it gave her. Even so, she didn't expect this from a star system that was supposed to be relatively GENTLE. HHHHHHHHH.=

SIRIUS: =She blushed at the compliment and spluttered a little, looking away slightly embarrassed.= (hhhhh.... thank you) =but she smiles=

SIRIUS: =The only thing Terezi went fuzzy on war details was how the couple empty spaces in her starcharts happened to get there.= (hehehehe if it does explode hopefully were long gone by that time)

SIRIUS: (yeah grab em please) =she untangled herself from the seatbelt and began gathering up some essentials before their departure= (i had to land us couple hundred clicks east of our predetermined landing zone because of the) =grumbles= (shortage of fuel but it looks safe and is out in the open and away from large bodies of water)

SIRIUS: (so hopefully our chances of running into larger predators is slim)

SIRIUS: (well)

SIRIUS: (slimmer)

DORIAN: -he's stepping over to the scattered sheets, grabbing them all up. He'll sort them out in a minute.- well i hate to break it to you siri but...

DORIAN: -stands up straight again after scooping papers off the floor- you already ran into the biggest predator around. -proceeds to casually perform The Eyebrow Dance.-

SIRIUS: =She had been glancing over at him expectantly, but after he finishes his statement, all she can do is stare, legitimately stunned.=

SIRIUS: (...)

SIRIUS: =Then her face breaks and she hid it behind her hand= (pffffffff hehehehehehehe)

DORIAN: -well now he's grinning, laughing too, and he quickly makes an effort to sort through the mess of papers before captchaloguing them.- im pretty sure most everythings in my sylladex... except the peanut butter naturally. thats pretty important.

DORIAN: anything you need to grab before we head into fresh air? or did you want to rest first.

SIRIUS: =She grinned.= (i dunno about you but with all the excitement i can hardly rest)

SIRIUS: =She is opening some cabinets though, grabbing things she hadn't yet stored in her sylladex: a couple binoculars, and several packs of piton. You never knew. She also went to the ship's small kitchen to grab the peanut butter, which had fallen to the floor after being knocked off the table from the jostling.=

SIRIUS: (cant forget our spooky cloud repellent hehe)

DORIAN: oh of course. we would be fuck knuckled FOOLS to forget that. -He's grinning; he's glad she agreed to run out of the ship, because he feels much the same. There's no way to chill now that they're finally here, especially after all of that.-

DORIAN: lets blow this glorious popsicle stand shall we? -offers a hand and nods toward the exit door-

SIRIUS: =she shoved the rest of their needed materials into her sylldex and smiled as she took Dorian's hand=

SIRIUS: (yeah lets blow it)

SIRIUS: =she turned and blew a kiss shipward=

SIRIUS: =and then laughed at her own joke. She's hilarious.=

#ominousGadarene #in which adventure pals episode 1 starving sprite