#Speedrun at Your Own Risk

[anicyz]

Soooooo not dead, finally finished the next chapter, I’m so sorry I’ve got like 27 hobbies and the more intense ones took over for like a year straight 😅

Here’s a little blurb if you’re interested:

King Dorephan did not seem concerned about being forgotten, “After all this time it is good to see you, we met many times!” His head tilted back, eyes closed in thought, “Such good memories, you and my daughter got into all kinds of trouble and younglings do.”

“Er… yeah.”

A stunning and articulate reply. Really selling the champion spirit.

“I had heard rumors that you had fallen in battle! I am glad that those proved to be untrue.”

Wild raised a hand to wobble it back and forth, Warriors couldn’t contain himself this time, quickly pushing the offending limb back to the other’s side. He gave a quick shake to the negative when the owner of the limb side eyed him.

“Were you able to visit Mipha’s statue? I assume even if you have forgotten me, you remember your dear companion.”

Warriors met Wild’s frantic look head on this time, tilting his head towards the king. Tell him, don’t look at me!

#linked universe #speedrun at your own risk #lu wild #SRAYOR #linked universe fanfic #fanfiction

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

Do you do “cuteness”/safety ratings?

I do not. I am not a fan of the concept of “ratings” blogs in general, honestly. There’s a couple of reasons for that.

Firstly, I am a Tumblr Old, and every ratings-type blog I’ve ever seen that existed to tell people if animal content was okay or not has imploded over time. Sometimes that has been related to their content/topic of choice, sometimes not. It happened when the first blogs like that showed up, and it’s still happening now. Either way, they seem to be a direct path to endless drama, and I want none of that, thanks.

Second, ratings blogs have to be really, really tightly curated to the expertise of the blogger in order to be trustworthy, accurate sources. And when you’re in a position of being seen as an expert on animal stuff by the internet, it’s incredibly tempting to step outside your area of expertise to pass judgement on things. People like your opinions and want to hear them! You’re respected for your knowledge! It is a seductive, seductive path to being far too comfortable speaking outside your wheelhouse.

This is actually part of why the blog slowed down a few years ago and eventually went on hiatus for a while: as it got more and more popular, people wanted me to cover more and more things, and I ended up kinda paralyzed by the need to do so much research in order to respond to those requests. I didn’t want to spread misinformation, but it was so hard to just say no and not try to answer questions. I’m much more comfortable now setting boundaries for myself about what I know enough to address and what I don’t have the appropriate credentials for.

Third, to do any successful science communication - which is what running a rating blog effectively is - you have to know what you don’t know! This is something that comes with time and professional experience in a field. You can’t speedrun it or skip it. And if you don’t know what you don’t know on a topic you want to write about, you’re at high risk of spreading misinformation. Guess what? I know this one from experience! There were times I overreached in the early days of WADTT, either because I didn’t know I was unaware of something, or because it just felt so good to have people want to know what I thought! (My goal is to find the time to go back and share those posts with updated, corrected content and commentary).

As mentioned above, I do a lot of work to be comfortable with not knowing things. I either do the research needed to find an answer when I run into an unknown, admit I don’t know and can’t answer, or simply don’t engage with the topic if I can’t contribute productively. This is where a lot of ratings blogs run into issues, as they generally reflect just the individual knowledge of the blogger(s) writing them. There’s a big difference between having an opinion that you discuss with your friends, and having an opinion that you share with thousands or tens of thousands of people. If you’ve shared an incorrect opinion about something in a way that’s amplified across tumblr, even if you fix your mistake publicly, there’s no way to stop the earlier misinformation from continuing to spread.

And fourth, there’s that word I keep using: authoritative. Content that provides a rating is very black-and-white. This is bad. This is good. Do support this, don’t support that. Unfortunately, there are so, so few situations involving animals are actually that clear cut. This is especially true when we’re talking about recorded animal media, like photos, videos, and even documentaries, because a lot of the context has been removed. So that authoritative perspective? It’s really just someone on the internet telling you what you should believe.

I’d rather teach people how to think about animal content and draw their own conclusion. People gain so much more knowledge from engaging with the concepts themselves. If you just give someone an answer about a video being ok or not, for instance, they don’t learn how to assess the next one themselves. But if you teach them what questions to ask, how to work through what they want to learn, how to assess context, and where to find the information they need, they’re able to do it themselves with content in the future. Teaching and encouraging independent analysis of animal media is a much better way to stop misinformation or unethical content from spreading compared to just telling people some stuff is bad and they should stop sharing it.

So nope, no ratings here. Sometimes I’ll comment on things that my professional background allows me to be comfortable having an authoritative opinion on (e.g. the danger of unmonitored interactions between dogs and babies) but most of the time, I’m going to tell you what I see, what I know, what I don’t know, and what my thoughts are and why. My goal in running this blog and teaching people is about the journey, not the destination.

#blog ethos #teach a man to fish etc

[blue--ingenue]

"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 6

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Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: *shakes this chapter like a jar of dog biscuits* besties, i'm so sorry for the little hiatus, but as usually summer college classes were kicking my ass 🫠 my last finals are tomorrow, and then i need to speedrun packing for my dorm etc.... i also really wanted to do this chapter justice, so it was written and rewritten at least five times before i decided on the final draft. anyway, back to our (ir)regularly scheduled Slytherin himbo

The second he loses sight of her in the swarm of students he really starts to panic. He starts pushing his way through the crowd toward the last spot he saw her, but it’s by far easier said than done. Imelda calls out for him to come back for the usual post-game debrief, but he shouts an excuse over his shoulder about going to the hospital wing. She could be anywhere, and he’s wasting precious time. Sebastian doesn’t think he was nearly this panicked when he plummeted toward the ground mere minutes ago. He stops, exasperated, and surveys the crowd. 

Fuck it. 

He hastily mounts his broom and yanks the handle upward. Hard. It’s possibly the fastest he’s ever taken off and the crowd beneath him cheers as he shoots upward and forward. As soon as he clears the quidditch pitch he’s scanning the grounds for a trace of her homemade quidditch jersey. The thought of her putting so much time and effort into the garment, all in support of him, forces a fresh stab of guilt between his ribs. His broom seems to sense his urgency and accelerates on its own. God, he’s such an ass. She’s never been anything short of kind to him, far kinder than he probably deserves, and he’s spent the last few days thinking nothing but the worst of her. No, he realizes with a jolt, not even the worst. 

He’s been seething over the thought of her enjoying Weasley’s company. Merely being happy in his presence. Nothing malicious or untoward or even anything to do with him. Every new realization pricks him with equal measures of mortification and hope. How was he going to explain his recent actions without revealing his true feelings to her? He had no idea. At this point his one-track mind was focussed purely on finding her. He’d figure out the rest once he was sure no more tears adorned her face. Is this the type of bloke he was? So jealous that he’d rather cause pain than face it? He considers asking Anne for advice on the whole situation, but he already knows what his better half would say: “Just tell her how you feel.”

He shakes the thought from his head. Impossible. He couldn’t face the possibility of losing her if she felt the same way. And if she did? What if he wasn’t good enough for her? After all the pain he’d caused her in fifth year, and now this, what if she was better off with someone like Weasley? She deserves someone who will treat her heart with care. Someone who won’t coerce her into risking her life for dark magic. Although Sebastian had been true to his word about relinquishing dark magic, the guilt of his actions remained. Sometimes, on particularly dark nights, he’d wake to the sound of her wails and pleas as her body convulsed next to the remains of Noctua Gaunt, his hand would shake as he channeled the pain directly into her veins. Other nights he’d grip the sheets in a cold sweat, his body safe in bed, but his mind bound to the darkest parts of him he’d worked to repress. He could still feel the phantom rush of power as he held the relic. His blood sang with power as the resurrected dead moved to his every whim. And there, at the center of it all, her. 

Terrified, resolute, courageous. Even as inferi clawed at her arms and Solomon appeared at the mouth of the cave, red with rage, she was still trying to save him. In his darkest of moments he wonders if he’d ever deserved saving at all. If she hadn’t knocked him unconscious, and if Anne’s curse hadn’t lifted as soon as Rookwood was destroyed, Sebastian knew he could’ve done a lot more damage. He knew he didn’t deserve her, but that didn’t stop him from wanting her. And oh, did he want her. She was radiant, inside and out. Even if she wasn’t the most beautiful witch he’d ever beheld, her heart and mind would enchant him all the same. She was always so quick to help others, so fearless in her every endeavor, it was a wonder she had any love left to give. She never failed to surprise him. She made him want to be a better man. She saw every flaw in his character, ran a gentle hand along every faultline in his heart and mended it with a selflessness rarer than the ancient magic gracing her person. 

Sometimes he wanted to grab hold of her, tender yet so very sincere, and remind her that she needed to save herself, too. He wouldn’t insult her intelligence by suggesting that she was ignorant of her own needs. But one time, just one time, he wished she would put her well being above others’. 

There was one question still nagging at the bag of his mind, a thread he had neither the time nor heart to unravel at the time. Why had she been so upset by his kissing Amelia? Was she perhaps still angry at him for ignoring her this morning? Why else would she - 

Oh, hell. 

It was impossible, no more than a pipe dream, but did she share his feelings? Why else would she have run away? He wanted more than anything to believe it, but what if he was wrong? He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If he confessed his feelings and she didn’t feel the same, he could lose her. But if she did, she could lose herself. He knew from experience that she’d go to hell and back just to fetch him, but she shouldn’t have to. Despite his best efforts he’d found numerous ways to hurt her in the past year. She didn’t deserve him. She deserved better. And if she wouldn’t make that choice herself, well, he’d just have to make it for her. 

Sebastian was so lost in his thoughts he nearly missed the flash of green beneath him. Cursing himself, he circled back to her and flew lower. It was unmistakably her. His last name billowed as she walked quickly toward the castle. He descended rapidly, calling out her name and begging her to wait. She turned and their gazes connected. Even if she was angry with him he felt a glimmer of hope that at least he had a chance to fix things. He was so focussed on her, he didn’t realize he was about to fly right into a tree until she shouted a warning, but it was too late to stop. Branches whipped at his face, stinging as he plowed through the tree before his broom lodged between two trunks and he was thrown forward. He managed to latch onto the branch, narrowly avoiding a swift trip to the ground twenty feet below. For the second time that day the air was forced from his bruised lungs and he fought the urge to vomit. Despite the pain and mortification, Sebastian couldn’t help but feel that this was at least partially deserved. He heard creaking as the branches to his left shifted and he watched his broom plummet to the ground. Well, the handle landed first, and the brush followed a moment later. Great, he thought. Imelda was sure to give him an earful about this. 

A brighter spot of green obscured the remains of his broom, and she looked up at him. He could almost hear a crack shooting through his heart as he took in her appearance. Her tears had smeared the green and silver paint almost completely off her cheeks. Her eyes were red-rimmed and every sniffle sent her shoulders trembling. At this moment he would have let go and fallen to the ground immediately if it meant he could wipe the tears from her face. Did he even deserve to? What right did he have to cause her grief and then swoop in like some undeserving savior?

She wordlessly raised her hands and reached out as though to pluck him from the branches. Blue light arced from her hands as she channeled her ancient magic. Sebastian felt himself being gently extricated from the twigs and leaves before those same gentle blue tendrils lowered him to the grass before her. 

The pair stood still. The intensity of her gaze rivaled his, but neither took a step forward. The air felt heavy with implications, things still left unsaid. Say something! A voice screamed in his head. You made this whole bloody mess, so say something!

He took two steps toward her, and said, “I’m sorry.”

She made no move toward him, and if not for the near-imperceptible softening of her brow he might’ve thought she hadn’t heard him. “For what?”

The determined search of her gaze told him everything. They both knew what she was really asking. She was waiting for him to voice his feelings. To lay claim to every bit of stolen affection threaded through the moments they shared. He had to tell her. He needed to tell her, she deserved that much. He opened his mouth to speak and - 

“I like you!” he shouted. She startled at his panicked outburst and he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. She looked at him, calculating and wary, before taking a step back. “Sebastian, you don’t have to say that simply because you feel guilty about-” he gave a frustrated groan and closed the distance between them in two determined strides. He frantically took her hands in his, held them gently, and whispered the truth he’d been so desperate to hide from. 

“That isn’t why. Please, you must know that isn’t why,” he pleaded. A stray tear remained on the apple of her cheek and he brushed it away with a tender swipe of his hand. He let his touch linger for a moment before drifting back to clasp her hands. “You occupy my every waking moment. Even in sleep I cannot escape the thought of you. Nor would I ever want to,” he declared. Her eyes searched for any hint of insincerity, but she didn’t pull away from him. Sebastian took that as a sign of encouragement and continued.  

“You are unlike any witch or wizard I have ever met. Kinder and braver than any soul I’ll ever meet, and my heart is irrevocably yours. You needn’t say anything, but know that it belongs to you. I’ve been a prick to you. I was selfish and scared and jealous, and I’m sorry for kissing Amelia. I won’t insult you by asking for forgiveness I know I don’t deserve, but you must know that I am yours, even if you want nothing to do with me.“

He finishes, breathless, and watches her. His brain is on fire and he’s pretty sure he’s run through the entire spectrum of human emotion in the last thirty seconds, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give her time to process everything he’s just thrown at her. He waits, and waits, and his palms begin to sweat. Shit. Was this the wrong time? Had he just royally fucked up whatever remained of their friendship? His gaze flicked up to her face, which had remained stoic beneath her runny makeup and the volley of emotion he had just flung at her. An agonizingly slow moment later she looked at him, really looked, as though for the first time, and she was livid.

There was fire in her eyes and blue magic arced from her fingertips. He took an instinctive step back as she leveled him with a stare rivaling the intensity of his own jackrabbiting heart. She swallowed thickly, and spoke.

“And how long,” she started, cocking her head. “How long have you felt this way?” He gulped. Was she going to hex him? Sebastian was sure he deserved it six ways to Sunday, but he would’ve at least liked more of a reaction to his confession before she blasted him to hell. 

“Since fifth year?” he squeaked. He actually squeaked. Good gods, this was mortifying. He thanked whoever was listening that at the very least Ominis wasn’t here to witness the whole ordeal. He answered like it was a question, when really this one of the only truths he knew in the core of his being to be true.

She took a step toward him, her mouth agape and eyes narrowed in confusion. Hysterically, he thought it was the same look she adopted when Professor Binns roused her from her nap to answer a question during lecture. He gulped. 

“Why on earth haven’t you said anything?!” she shrieked. He furrowed his brows and took a step closer to her. If she was going to immolate him, fine. For her he’d burn a thousand times. 

“Because I know you don’t feel the same!” He shouted frantically. “You don’t! You can’t, and you shouldn’t! I’ve been awful to you, and you deserve better!”

She held her face in her hands, exasperated and inhaling deeply, before throwing her hands up and shouting to the heavens, “Of course I feel the same!” She cried. “Merlin’s bloody balls, how thick can you get?!”

He stilled. He’s pretty sure his heart had stopped beating around the same time the air in his lungs froze over. “What?”

At his single syllable all the anger seemed to seep from her figure. She crossed her arms, the blue lightning dissipating as her chest heaved. When she spoke she was gentle, careful.

“Sebastian, did you truly not know?” Her eyes were pleading, searching his for answers he wasn’t sure he could provide.

He spluttered. She couldn’t feel the same. She didn’t…”You’ve never given any inclination. And I didn’t want to do anything untoward or unwanted…” he trailed off.

She laughed. Not a cruel, mocking sound like he probably deserved, but chiding. It wasn’t unlike the chuckles he heard from her when one of her puffskeins tried licking her when she wasn’t looking. 

“Sebastian bloody Sallow, I’ve been in love with you from the start. I don’t know how you could possibly think I don’t care for you, but please, banish the thought.” She declared softly. He suddenly realized how close they’d drifted. The red thread connecting his heart to hers always had a way of drawing them together. He looked down and she was nearly flush against his chest. Instinctively he drew his arms around her. Something sharp poked his chest and he brushed it aside. It was the necklace he’d given her. Within the gilded confines the stone glowed a deep, confident blue. A memory sparked somewhere in the back of his mind as he recalled the parchment the vendor had given him. Blue - truth.

He dropped the pendant as though it had burned him. She was telling the truth. She loved him, truly and completely, and he loved her the same. Everything he wanted was within his grasp, if only…If only he were someone more deserving. If only he were someone who could keep her safe and care for her in the ways she deserved. He looked down and her eyes were drifting closed. Just before they fluttered shut her gaze flickered to his lips. That’s funny, when had he started dipping his head toward her? His composure faltered - and good gods, no man could be strong enough for such temptation-

But he needed to be. Sebastian Sallow might not be the man she deserves, but he would be a man strong enough to keep her from making the mistake of choosing him. His eyes shot open and he pressed a gently finger to her lips. “Wait,” he whispered. She stilled and stopped. Gods, her lips were soft beneath his touch. And the way she was looking at him, with such open vulnerability, twisted the dagger he held to his own heart. She was confused, waiting for him to say something.

He released her and took a step back. And then another, and another. “We can’t. You can’t feel this way for me. I’ll only hurt you again, and you deserve better.” He broke her gaze hung his head. “So much better…”

When he looked up at her again, he almost wished he hadn’t. The tears were back, and this time her lip was trembling. He strode toward her, holding out his arms in comfort, but she held up a hand. It was trembling, and blue lightning crackled across her palm, but her voice was steady as she spoke. 

“Nobody makes my decisions for me. Nobody. You can tell me that you love me, or hate me, or anything in between. But you don’t get to stand there and tell me how I am meant to feel. If you don’t want me, then just say so. I deserve that much.”

Sebastian was truly and utterly speechless. He did want her, more than anything, but he couldn’t trust himself to keep her from harm on his behalf. He couldn’t draw her back into his arms knowing that he didn’t deserve her, but telling her that he didn’t want her? That would surely kill him. So he stood, silent, and said nothing at all.

As the seconds drew on, she seemed to take his lack of response as an answer all the same. She nodded her head once before stalking past him back to the castle, and he got one good look at the pendant as her shoulders shook with sobs. Black - anguish.

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Bonus Author's Note: besties, no matter how much you love someone, never let anyone make your decisions for you or tell you how you feel. you are irreplacable and nobody has the right to save you for later <3

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#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x y/n #sebastian sallow #angst #fluff #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x y/n

[sapybara]

Dream Team VODs & Videos Masterlist

Hi hello! I noticed there's a lot, and I mean a lot, of new people wanting to know the Dream Team better and join the fandom, so i thought I'd give you a quick tour through some vods and videos that are personally the ones that I enjoyed the most. Of course, this is not everything, but just a little starter, to get to know them better. So, for your enjoyment, here's my masterlist of Dream Team content.

Note: this list will NOT include dsmp lore

DREAM

▪︎ Main YouTube Channel

▪︎ Alt YouTube Channel

▪︎ Music YouTube Channel

▪︎ Main Twitch Channel

▪︎ Alt Twitch channel

Of course, the most iconic Dream Content™ is his Minecraft Manhunt Series, where he tries to speedrun minecraft while his friends try to kill him before he kills the ender dragon. Theres 26 different Manhunts (including the "non canon" ones) that go progressively from 1 Hunter to 5 Hunters, and while watching them in order is fun, these videos can be watched as stand alone in any order! My personal favourites are Speedrunner vs 2 Hunters and Speedrunner vs 3 Hunters Grand Finale, but I highly recommend watching all of them.

Outside of the Manhunts, I really like Death Shuffle and Minecraft But We Can Only See One Chunk but there's lots of other that you can check out.

If you don't feel like watching minecraft and want something more chill, Geoguessr VODS are a good choice. They last 2 hours and he just chill with chat and answers some questions: Here and Here are two of the most recent ones!

And, you might have heard of the Dream Discord Podcast (Drodcasts for short), which are also very chill, sound only that you can have as background noise. This playlist has most of them without silences and here's another playlist with the most recent ones. The must of this are the infamous Are You In Love With Your Best Friend Quiz (The Quiz per se it's in 1:39:13) and when he Took It Again A Year Later (timestamp for this is 1:40:32)

Also here's Dream playing FNAF Security Breach that I'm adding just bc is hilarious and he's a little scared cat

If you want a full list of Dreams VODs here's a playlist

SAPNAP

▪︎ Main YouTube Channel

▪︎ Alt YouTube Channel

▪︎ VODs YouTube Channel

▪︎ Main Twitch Channel

▪︎ Alt Twitch Channel

Sapnap my beloved, his main YouTube Channel is minecraft only, but he likes to stream other games Valorant and Fornite (+ others) on twitch.

As for minecraft, he has his "Minecraft But" series, my personal favourites are Minecraft But We're All Colorblind (a classic) and Mincraft But It's 2D from his main and The Most Chaotic Minecraft Video from his alt. The Shock Stream (where he gets electrocuted if he takes damage) also absolutely hilarious.

For some background noise, the speedrunning minecraft stream is a good choice.

For other than minecraft, the Risk Stream and Pokémon stream

For IRL content, Cooking Stream with Karl and Eating Minecraft Food are good starters.

His vod channel isn't really complete but here's a channel and here's another that have some more of his VODS that include Valorant, Fornite, IRL meet ups, Pokémon, Detroit Becomes Human, and MCC Practices content.

Also he is the co-host of Banter, a podcast with Karl and (recently) George, where they invite different people and ask them questions.

GEORGE

▪︎ Main YouTube Channel

▪︎ Alt YouTube Channel

▪︎ Highlights YouTube Channel

▪︎ Vlog YouTube Channel (Coming Soon™)

▪︎ VODs YouTube Channel

▪︎ Main Twitch Channel

▪︎ Alt Twitch Channel

Just like Sap, George's main is minecraft based. He has a series called Minecraft But My Friend is my Pet where he tries to beat minecraft with Dream (who's a mob) helping him and also a "Minecraft but" series, where Sapnap, Dream and him play minecraft with a twist. Minecraft But You Can't Touch The Floor is hilarious and one of my favourites along with Minecraft But If You Laugh You Lose Finale and his own Shock video. I can't not mention the Minecraft But I'm Not Colorblind Anymore, which is a classic and really cute. The Mincraft Basketball VOD is really entertaining and features Dream, Sapnap, Quackity and Callahan.

I highly recommend his POV for MCC All Stars, where the three of them are teamed together and they crush it.

For some George IRL content, the musts are his First Cooking Stream and his Birthday Cooking Stream. I personally LOVE Tommy's Waterpark vlog ft George too. The Highlights of the Hot Tub stream are super entertaining too.

For some Non-Minecraft content, I recommend his Stray VOD which is kinda long but really relaxing and nice George Solo content. The FNAF Security Breach VOD is also a good option

Here's a playlist of all his streams if you want to check them out

And that would be it! It's not all and I'm leaving a lot of content out but I think this is a good starter if you want to get to know them better. There's a lot of content of them on their friend's channels (Like Karl Jacobs and TommyInnit) that is worth checking out too. Hope this is useful, and welcome to the fandom!

#thanks dtblrcon for the help with this you guys are awesome <3 #PLEASE if you have another suggestions add them! everything is welcome #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #dream team #masterlist

[hypaalicious]

Why I think Nocturne is way better than the OG Castlevania series

Sorry, when I try to shut up about this show I be like

so here’s my unsolicited, highly biased word vomit that will contain spoilers at the end (but those will be under a cut) so read at your own risk! Okay, leggo

It’s actually diverse.

One thing about high fantasy is that it’s almost always Eurocentric. Even if it’s not set in Europe, the characters are gonna inexplicably have British accents because we associate that with high fantasy. We’re gonna have European style “old” clothing choices. And if everyone isn’t white, they might as well be because they’ll only throw in a couple ambiguously brown side characters and call it a day. Or if they make a main character a POC then best believe everyone around them will be white.

Nocturne, tho? Oh, you can tell it’s made with more than just a sprinkle of representation. They didn’t just make Olrox indigenous, they tied his Aztec lineage in beautifully. Annette was a slave but it’s not flattening her character because of it. Drolta came to slay but even she has her authentic background. Which leads me to my next point!

The Black characters especially are done tastefully.

Like… don’t get me wrong. I love Isaac. He was the only reason I stayed tuned into Castlevania past season 1, LMAO! But his backstory felt like straight trauma porn cooked up by a non-Black person who wanted an excuse to see a Black man whipped for character development.

Zodwa Nyoni wrote some episodes for Nocturne and she put her FOOT in it. When it came to addressing Annette’s time as a slave, her connection to the Orisha through her bloodline… I was gobsmacked at how accurate everything was and now I know why LOL! Like, for me, it’s always gonna be hard to see slavery in fiction but I can’t say shit bad about how it was tied into everything in this show. Annette’s ancestors play such a huge part in her growth and it just warmed my heart to see a Black girl whoop some colonizer ass without it feeling hamfisted. 🥹

The token relationship is the cishet one, everyone else is gay asf

I love that trope flipped on it’s head, ngl LMAO! I, by default, HC everyone as bi anyway but MAN was it nice to see Olrox and Mizrak speedrun enemies to lovers and a hint of Drolta’s devotion/gayness to Erzsebet.

I know the majority of my fictional character thirsting leans male but don’t get it twisted; I jump for JOY for gay shit in media 😂 The only reason I don’t thirst as hard for female characters is because I prefer my men fictional but my women real.

That being said, this series sent me into bi panic and I’d like to be manhandled in a room by Drolta and Olrox.

Nocturne’s first season plays out neater than the OG’s first season.

Like… okay. My main beef with the OG series was that after they defeated Dracula, the rest of the show felt like a meandering fanfic. Sure, there were a few badass moments, but the energy kinda faltered for me and I was bored with a lot of it. I hope they don’t do the same with Nocturne; they left off at a nice cliffhanger which builds anticipation for the next season and… idk it feels more cohesive already? They coulda speedran kicking Erzsebet’s face in like the OG trio did to Dracula but I’m so glad they left us a lil something to look forward to.

Alucard’s glow up >>>>>

I’m chronically online but I’m so glad I went into this series blind because the way I GASPEDT when he showed up at the end

Like damn for the past fifty-leven years he was in that castle by himself going “do I wanna talk to Sypha and Trevor plushies again or do I wanna make myself even more of a bad bitch?” Then he chose the latter, went to the salon, got his hair bleached platinum along with some sew in extensions for volume, beat his face with Fenty, and said “sorry Drolta but there can be only one vampire baddie on this earth and hunny I’m TAKIN IT”

He looks more like his video game design this way too, which I love! I hate that he took out Cuntress McSlay tho 😔 Drolta I will always love you!!

Mmkay. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to start a cult to Olrox real quick. Erzsebet ain’t the only god walking the earth and I feel he just needs good marketing!

#I don’t know what to do until season 2 😩 #there’s just so much I want to see but I have to WAIT #Annette is badass now but I know her character development bout to go CRAZY #her and Richter gone have biracial babies just watch!! #wonder what her ancestors gone think about her being with a colonizer tho 👀 #ah well Richter will treat her right I know it #oohhh I bet her locs will be down her back by the end of this series #Richter better get his long hair too!! #castlevania nocturne

[greetings-inferiors]

Okay so I know that Kur-skan isn’t in the risk of rain returns trailer so probably won’t be in the game

But, like, what if she was?

What if you could play as the heretic through the stages, with (an unkillable and massively souped up) providence not too far behind, no items, so it’s just a mad dash to the teleporter, beat the boss, then go to the next stage, with like a minute to find the next teleporter before providence arrives, rinse and repeat. Once you get to the final stage, instead of the crashed contact light you’re actually on the contact light, and you make your way to the bridge and have time ends when you get to the console (and then the cutscene where Kur-skan is killed plays out). Kur-skan is a very agile and mobile character, and if positioned correctly could get massive bursts of damage off with ruin. I think a mainly speedrun focused mode like this would be so damn cool.

Once you beat that mode you could unlock (non canon) the heretic as a survivor, other survivors could try out the speedrun mode, etc.

I really like my own idea lmao

If you have any thoughts let me know

#risk of rain #risk of rain returns #rorr #ror2 #risk of rain 2 #the heretic #kur-skan #providence #I’m excited for providence trials #risk of rain providence

[shinelikethunder]

SPN Brain Rot Tasting Menu

this is not a viewing guide. (the only SPN viewing guide i'll sign off on is "bomb your way through the first 3 to 5 seasons in order, then decide whether you want to watch the direct-to-VHS sequel eras.") this is a "someone near you caught SPN brain rot and you're trying to decide whether to join them in hell" tasting menu, based on what piqued my personal interest when i was still on the fence about continuing with the show.

criteria: basically, "ideal episodes to catch by wandering through the room with no context while a roommate is watching SPN." so, skewed towards self-contained, less-spoilery, solid episodes that don't make me want to fistfight them in the denny's parking lot, but did made something in my subconscious sit up like it had been slapped.

okay, shine, what the fuck is this show's deal: 2x16 Roadkill. god's perfect little self-contained one-off ep. nothing spectacular, just a solidly-executed ghost story set on a lonely mountain highway. fairly representative of how SPN monster-of-the-week episodes roll, requires zero prior investment in the characters to be good, and i'm fond of it because this is basically the point where i buckled in and committed to watching the rest of the show. but also, quietly, almost covertly, a thesis statement for some of the core underpinnings of the whole thing.

shut up and give me the sickos-haha-yes.jpg: 1x06 Skin. what if you thought you were in an X-File but ended up getting erotically tortured by a shapeshifter in the guise of your codependent brother? what if you fuckers were so repressed that this was the only way the show could bring itself to air the dirty laundry of your sibling dynamics. what if the monster was all the parts of yourself you could never quite bury deep enough. what then, huh.

tell me more about the childhood trauma AND/OR c'mon gimme more sick shit: 1x18 Something Wicked. still obsessed with how fractally disturbing this episode is. there's a monster that preys on children at night in their beds and the only way to stop it is to catch it in the act. if SPN were a show with anything to say about morality it could eat itself alive chewing on the question of using children as predator bait, but it's not. it's a show about The Horrors + the shit that couldn't be buried deep enough + family as the first and most inescapable hell + the ways it intertwines damage with salvation. also there's lots of Winchester family flashback content in this one if you want to get invested in these assholes and their daddy issues.

under the cut: duos and trios of episodes on specific themes, including some spoilery ones

fine, get me invested in these assholes and their daddy issues (low-spoiler Lite Edition) AND/OR gimme those Americana aesthetics: 1x11 Scarecrow + 1x12 Faith + 1x16 Shadow. 1x11: SPN does "small town that sacrifices people to the harvest gods" and the brothers have their first big fight (guess who precipitates it). 1x12: SPN does "faith healer with some shit going on" and we get our first go-round with both Sam's belief in a higher power and Dean cheating Totally Certain Death No For Serious You Guys. 1x16: SPN starts in on the relentless pilfering of world mythology and the construction of its own demon lore, and we finally get to meet dad in person, which will exacerbate the mental illness of zero overly-enmeshed twenty-somethings.

(early SPN demon lore fucks incredibly hard, btw, and goes some creepy-ass Twin Peaks places towards the end of the season, which the show later doubles down on just when demonic possession is at risk of devolving into a plot device. this doesn't prevent it from devolving into a plot device, but it does retroactively justify some wild gothic-horror readings of s1.)

the I DON'T CARE ABOUT SPOILERS AND I'M FINE GOING IN WITHOUT CONTEXT menu

get me invested in these assholes and their daddy issues (spoiler-tastic speedrun): 2x08 Crossroad Blues (+ 2x11 Playthings) + 2x14 Born Under a Bad Sign. 2x08: a banger of an episode based on some classic "earthly success by selling your soul at a crossroads" folklore; gains twelve extra layers of crazymaking if you end up finishing the season. 2x11 (optional): a "haunted gothic mansion" monster of the week with some fun stuff between Extremely Normal Siblings. 2x14: more quality sickos-yes content a la 1x06 Skin, with a "woke up covered in someone else's blood with no memory of the past week" setup that goes even further off the rails from there.

i want to study Dean Winchester like a bug: 2x18 Hollywood Babylon + 2x19 Folsom Prison Blues + 3x10 Dream a Little Dream of Me. no comment. no fucking comment. don't look at me. we're not going to talk about it.

ok but tell me about the angel content: 2x13 Houses of the Holy + 4x01 Lazarus Rising. you HAVE to get down in the crunchy details of how SPN has been treating the entire concept of god and angels to get the full effect of 4x01, which is one of the show's banger episodes of all time. 2x13 is great, self-contained, and surprisingly low on spoilers, but 4x01 of course contains massive ones for season 3, my stealth favorite of all SPN seasons.

people keep talking about SPN's goofy and/or meta episodes, what's that about?: 3x11 Mystery Spot + 4x18 The Monster at the End of This Book. both casually spoilery. 3x11 is the beloved "yesterday was Tuesday, but today is Tuesday too" time loop episode where Sam watches Dean die approximately 8908234 times (and then shit gets dark). the arc-plotty parts of 4x18 require head-spinning amounts of context, but this is the one where the show exists in-universe as a series of trashy pulp novels by a guy named Chuck, and it flies impressively close to the sun of some kind of meta-storytelling singularity.

i am a masochist who loves fun side characters whom the show will end up mistreating horribly: 3x12 Jus in Bello. contains all three of my problematic(ally treated) faves: Bela Talbot, a shameless con artist and dealer in supernatural artifacts who's just enough of a Dean parallel to drive him batshit cuckoo-bananas insane with hatred for her; Victor Henriksen, the cocky ambitious FBI agent assigned to investigate the Winchesters' multi-state crime spree; and Ruby, a demon who shows up claiming to be a defector from hell and tries to befriend Sam. this is SUCH a well-constructed base-under-siege ep with SO many moving parts, forcing Henriksen and the Winchesters and eventually Ruby into a great reluctant team-up. it's also my big exception to "no recommending episodes that blow my socks off AND make me want to hunt the writers for sport." mostly because its Big Bullshit is an unnecessary sucker-punch inserted after the main plot wraps up, so i can just cross it out with my mental red pen and go "it's fine, they're lying, all my faves are alive and well and in witness protection." if you've made it this far, you need a warning shot anyway about what this show is going to do to you.

notable omissions that also rot my brain like a compost heap: the last 3 eps of s1 for being best viewed with a whole season's worth of intricate rituals as context; fully half of s4 for being incomprehensible without a ten-minute spoiler reel; 2x17, 3x06, and all the Gordon eps, among others, for being simultaneously incredible and enraging. (notable omissions that are important and have their moments but put me off watching the show for over a decade: the pilot and its 2-for-1 special on women in refrigerators.) do NOT @ me for leaving out other Core Brainrot Episodes. i laid out my criteria already.

#supernatural #meta #shine watches spn #shine leads innocent bystanders down the primrose path into terminal spn derangement

[amalgamateofficial]

Hi!

I’ve been following the story for a while but more as a lurker (sorry) and just started checking out your tumblr and other projects (very cool art btw!!)

But I was just kind of curious—if you don’t mind me asking, how do you figure out how long a chapter should be? Do you sort of feel it out or is it about getting a certain part of the story in one section? I dabble in writing but can never figure out chapter lengths, and thought you might have a method when I saw you mention how long 20 was specifically.

Take your time with the chapter, I’ll be waiting patiently! Happy new year and hope life starts going more smoothly haha

Hiya! So nice to hear from you -- and thank you for checking out my art! I'm so glad you like it! :D

So, when it comes to deciding the length of a chapter, I like each one to have its own mini-narrative because that ensures that each chapter is satisfying on its own. I'm gonna use a few examples from Amalgamate, so I'll put them under the cut to avoid spoiling anything for anyone who isn't caught up :)

So, chapter 6 is probably a good example of what I'm talking about. The crux of chapter 6 is: "oh no, there's no antidote, what do we do?" That means the chapter can't reach a satisfying conclusion until we do find the antidote and Maki commits multiple crimes against the Geneva Conventions to make Kokichi drink it. After she does that, however, there's still a major story beat that's not resolved, which is "Kokichi drank the antidote, but is he actually gonna wake up?" The unresolved conclusion to the chapter 6 narrative is what'll make readers want to read chapter 7.

And then chapter 7 follows a similar pattern. The goal is: Kaito needs to tell everyone the entire hangar/Exisal story before Kokichi wakes up. So, Kaito tells the entire story, but the chapter still ends with the question of whether or not Kokichi's actually waking up. The main goal was accomplished in chapter 7, but it still opened up a new path for the narrative of chapter 8.

The mini narratives don't have to be blatantly obvious either, since that runs the risk of making all the chapters seem formulaic. I think chapter 13's a good example. My goal for the chapter was the same as Kokichi's: make a Searchlight speedrun happen. But new readers (and poor Kaito, bless his heart) don't know Kokichi's goal until he finally forces it to happen in the final third of the chapter. Regardless, the chapter's battle plan for me was: set up that Kokichi has a plan (which is secretly the speedrun), trigger the plan (which is to do the speedrun), and set up the next narrative (which is, "what in the world did the speedrun actually do to Kokichi and why is he suddenly acting like a wannabe discount Mikan post-DR2 trial 3?").

But when it comes to the length of chapter 20, I'll admit I didn't actually reach my goal XD Thankfully, that ended up not being a bad thing, though. I went into the chapter with a certain stopping point in mind, but every scene in the chapter ended up requiring so much more time than I expected, and about halfway through, I realized reaching my original goal would make chapter 20 the length of "War and Peace." But there was still a mini goal I could reach on the way, and when I got there, it ended up feeling just as satisfying as the original ending because it still sets up an "okay, and" for the next chapter. Or, at least, I hope it'll feel that way! I guess we'll find out soon ;;;;;

Sorry, I'm rambling way too much here! I get a bit too excited when it comes to writing, so I hope that accidental essay was actually helpful XD Feel free to ask me questions anytime, though! I really do love talking about writing :)

[bwobgames]

Previous First

Two teens are sitting in the carpet, watching YouTube videos on a phone, they pause it and look up judgementally.

"As a former teen, I understand the appeal of sitting on the floor instead of couches, but as a back-pain-prone creaky-knees adult, I no longer share these views"

"Are you two the couple having gay sex on the second floor?"

"When will I ever be free from the consequences of my actions"

"Nope, wrong person, we are the gay detective couple that were investigating the second floor"

"Oh, cops"

"Private detectives"

"Yeah, man, there's no gay cops"

"That makes more sense"

"Anyways! We need you guys to go to -"

"Actually, there is something else."

"There is?"

"Are you two Simon Coli and Owen by any chance"

"Uh, yeah? I'm Owen"

"I'm Simon"

"Do you happen to know anything about Mr. Coli's speedrunning incident ?"

They look at each other

"... Not really"

"Yeah! It was something about an anonymous link to a video of him doing a weird tour, right? We just read the news about it"

"I see"

"Another quick question"

"Are you lying to me?"

They freeze up

"Ah, I mightve been a little too intense there. Whoops"

"... Care to share your thought process, partner?"

"Oh! This is the part where the main detective says their hypothesis! What would Benoit Blanc do? Ah, yes! Slight undressing!"

"You're right Owen, it was an anonymous link sent to a reporter. It is interesting that you remember that specific detail.

You see, Mr Coli is known for being a man who cares a lot about his public image, it is weird that he would willingly put a video proving him guilty of multiple crimes and being put as a speedrun for a game, it's a bit silly isn't it?"

"And sure, maybe he just did it on a whim, maybe to just be funny or something"

"But wouldn't it make more sense

That it wasn't him who made and uploaded the video?"

"Ah, signs of anxiety, how familiar I am with them.

Still, as much as I think I'm right, this hypothesis doesn't have much to stand on, This just feels like something someone younger would do. Maybe if I apply a bit of pressure to them, they'll say something? I don't want to be mean to kids, though..."

"Partner. Partner help. Understand my telepathic message Ángel!"

"Owen, by any chance, you don't happen to know the speedrunning account Eugene happened to use when he was younger, right? Is not like he showed you it or anything.

And Mr. Little Coli, I suppose Eugene was never interested in telling you about his company or factories or anything. That would be crazy!"

"What. Where did he get that from. Did he talk to them before?

And he's not even undressing!"

"Ah, it would also be very convenient if they knew someone who owned a lot of cameras"

An anxious atmosphere hangs over the room

"Um, we are not trying to arrest you or anything!! I think it was very , uh, poggers? If you exposed him like that?"

"... Never say poggers again."

"Duly noted"

"Let me be honest, we think your dad invited us here to kill us all. And we need to know the truth of the speedrunning incident to finally figure out what he is planning exactly"

"Wha... We're going to die?!"

"Ah, don't worry! We are taking care of it! Look! I haven't died yet!"

Ángel makes a weird expression

"Let me get to the point. I think you guys made the video without him knowing.

The fact that it was recorded as some kind of tour, replacing the sound of voices, and that it would be unlike Mr. Coli to set himself up like that makes me think it was some type of secret recording

And what Ángel said would fit really well to this theory, too.

There is no motive to the speedrun because it was never supposed to be a speedrun.

So please tell us, we need to know what it is that actually happened"

"Our lives could be at risk"

"... You won't snitch to the police or anything?"

"The only thing I've ever told the police is 'I request a lawyer' "

The teens look at eachother

" ...Um, it was the three of us actually"

#this is true whenever benoit blanc presents his theory he starts undressing for no reason #also they were watching a minecraft lets play #detective beebo

[yeastinfectionvale]

A Heart is a Heavy Burden

Chapter Three - Investigator says no chasing your tail inside the house.

Sorry about the short chapter, I forgot I was a Uni student and had to speedrun three essays in two days. I got a 60 tho.

Anyways, I got a tiktok where I post my faceclaims @/milo.greer.

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Milo and Sweetheart stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Both their hands (and paws) began to get clammy. Sweetheart glanced at Babe and then at Angel before stumbling backwards. “I- I can’t.” 

Milo bowed his head down in acceptance as Sweetheart  phased through the wall of their room in a panic, Angel slipping through the door. Babe looked at Milo, waiting for an answer before rolling their eyes and returning to cooking breakfast.

“Sweetie?” Angel asked, locking the door and settling down on the bed. “You don’t have to materialise. Just listen to me. I don’t know what is going on in that brain of yours but I know you. Don’t try and force yourself into something that you don’t want to do.” Sweetheart materialised on their bed, lying their head down in Angel’s lap. 

“Bridging isn’t like having a conversation. It’s intimate. The person you bridge with can feel everything you feel. Nothing can be hidden. Feelings? thoughts? nothing. You share yourself so much for a split moment you don’t exist as a singular idea.” Sweetheart sighed. “I don’t think I can share that much of myself with anyone. But I'll do it for Tank. Tank and Tank only.” 

Angel stared at Sweetheart, barely resisting the urge to smack them silly. “Maybe don’t share all your thoughts and knowledge with the random wolf-guy that showed up at our doorstep and might be a killer? I love Tank as much as you do, but it’s not worth risking your life on a hope. You’re no use if you're dead.” 

Sweetheart grabbed a picture from the floor and stared at it. “You’re right Ange. I shouldn’t share my thoughts with a potential killer. But-” Sweetheart showed the picture to Angel; Milo in human form faced the camera smiling, arms and tattoos being shown off in his Shaw Security muscle tee as he carried Tank on his back. Their smile as wide as his. “-I’ll share his thoughts as well. It’s nothing much, but it’s a start.” Sweetheart stretched their back like a cat before standing up. “He is pretty cute though, for a possible murderer.” Angel said, wiggling their eyebrows. “Not that murder brings down the cute-hot scale. Bad breath? Yes. Murder? Maybe, depends on the context.” Sweetheart scoffed, not disagreeing as they left their bedroom.

Milo was in the middle of the living room, pillows scattered around him on the floor. He spun around, mouth wide open as he tried to bite his own tail. Babe stood in a corner, recording the scene in front of them. Sweetheart exclaimed in annoyance causing Milo to stop spinning, his tail toppling a vase. “That was my mothers.” Sweetheart said, as Milo sheepishly sat down on his tail. “Don’t worry, I didn’t like her or that vase. Break at will.” They sat down, leaning forward until they were at eye-level with him. “We are going to do this okay. We won’t hold the bridge for long and I will do the questioning. Put your paw on my hand if you agree and are ready.”

Milo put his paw on Sweetheart’s hand. “Okay then. Let’s get this party started.” Sweetheart said, rolling their neck. 

They both closed their eyes, letting their guards down and inviting each other in. The air began to smell of Frankincense, Lavender, Smoke and Pine. The heat of the room rose as a gust of wind covered the two of them.  Whispers danced in Sweetheart’s ears as their palms began to itch, Milo’s ears twitched as they fluttered in and out of sight. Everything rose to a crescendo before silence came crashing down in waves.

“Milo?” Sweetheart called out in their mind. “Can you hear me?”  Sweetheart opened their eyes to see Milo biting his paw. 

“Loud and clear Sweetheart.” he said, rubbing his paw on the carpet. His voice was low and flirty, a Jersey accent coating his words like honey. A chill ran through Sweetheart’s spine, something unlocking in their mind and core. They shook the feeling off and took a deep breath.

“Okay-” they said, “-Milo Greer, do you consent to this informal interview?”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted angel #redacted babe #redacted sweetheart #a heart is a heavy burden #milo greer #milo x sweetheart

[anicyz]

Headcannon for my speed run Wild au. One of his favorite foods is mushrooms with fish. Not fish with mushrooms, there wasn’t time for that. But you get enough mushrooms in one go that managing one fish to add to it and it becomes enough food to tide you over.

It’s also the only dish he knows how to make when he first meets everyone but no one asks if he can cook because he can’t even say for sure if his name is Link(was to busy sprinting to the castle to catch that bit of conversation the first go round). When he finally gets the chance to prove he’s not just the amnesiac guy who knows nothing about anything it’s the first thing he makes for them. Seeing as none of the others can cook trail food at all they are all a little in awe.

Thus begins the cooking adventures.

#no joke just wrote a whole scene where Wild breaks down over mushrooms that I had to cut for later #cause we can’t be sad on main in the second chapter of what is essentially a crack fic I’m taking way to seriously #linked universe #linkeduniverse #ani has thoughts #about speed run wild and the ramifications of being good enough to beat Gannon #but head empty no thoughts while being surrounded by the heros of yore #who in Wild’s eyes are clearly more qualified to be called heros #linked universe wild #lu wild #speedrun at your own risk #also mushrooms as your first memory and needing to share that #but nobody is clueing in #speed run wild au

[sunshine-likes-drstone]

Lit by Moon and Stars

AO3 link • FF.net link

“What’s the first thing you’ll do when we get back?” Kohaku asked. 

Senku leaned back on his hands, staring up at the moon. “First thing, huh?” He was quiet for a while. “Probably sleep for like a week.”

She snorted. “Yeah?”

“We’ve been speedrunning this rocket, even if it did take literal years. It’s been kind of stressful. So, yeah, sleep.”

“I’ll make sure no one wakes you up, sleeping beauty.”

“My own personal sleep bodyguard? Nice.” They’re quiet for a while, and Kohaku wondered if anyone had ever counted all the stars. Senku would have, if it was possible. “How about you? What will Kohaku’s first actions be after returning to Earth?”

She hummed and pulled her legs up to rest her chin on her knees. “Let’s see. Unlike you, I actually do sleep.” She laughed when Senku lightly shoved her shoulder. “So no extra-long nap needed.” She tried to think of something, anything. “Huh. I don’t know. I guess…”

And then Senku’s hand was brushing her cheek—wiping something away. Then she registered the tears, hot trails running down her face. 

“Come on, lioness, don’t get all weepy on me,” Senku said, not as mocking as she might have expected. 

“I’m not crying,” she said, rubbing the tears away. “I’m not.” And then a sob broke free of her chest and she tried to curl into the tiniest ball she could, mortified that Senku was seeing this moment of weakness.

Senku, meanwhile, was wondering what on earth to do. Kohaku was strong and fierce—she didn’t need coddling. 

But she was human, just as he was, and all humans needed comfort sometimes. Especially if they were about to go on perilous missions that they might never return from, possibly never seeing friends or family again, with the added risk that they might somehow doom the rest of the earth in the process. 

It was…a lot. 

So he scooted closer to Kohaku and wrapped one arm around her, pulling her to his side. 

She was confused for maybe half a second before shoving her face against his shoulder and proceeding to get his lab coat all gross with tears. And, just because her head was at the perfect height, he hid his face against her hair (soft, probably from conditioner, smelling like flowers from Treasure Island).

He counted the seconds until Kohaku stopped crying (257). He waited for her to pull away, but she didn’t, instead reaching up to smooth her thumb over one of the lapels of his lab coat. 

“I think,” she said eventually, “when I get back, I’ll ask someone on a date.”

“Oh?” Senku hadn’t known she was romantically interested in anyone. “Someone in particular?”

She chuckled. “Yeah. They’ll probably say no, but I’ll ask anyways.”

Senku honestly couldn’t imagine who would say “no” to a date with Kohaku—she was awesome, and a little bit scary. “Well, good luck. Let me know if I can help.”

“After you sleep for a week, of course.”

“Naturally.”

She laughed and straightened up, smiling at him with moonlight shining in her eyes. “Thanks, Senku. I can always count on you.”

—

And then they were in space. And then on the moon. And then coming back from the moon.

Stanley had asked to be petrified for the return trip—he said it was more relaxing than sleeping. Ryusui was still petrified from earlier, and Senku didn’t see a need to wake him up just yet. Once they got closer to Earth he would, just in case there were any weird piloting problems.

So it was just him and Kohaku, floating around in the tiny living space.

Kohaku was playing with some water, giggling like a kid as she poked and pushed the little globules around.

He grinned and pushed himself over to eat (drink? consume? inhale? He was unsure of the verbiage of zero-gravity beverages) one of them, and Kohaku pouted at him.

“Hey, get your own bubbles. These ones are mine.”

“I don’t see your name on them,” he taunted, and then tried to eat another one. 

Kohaku laughed and shoved him away, sending him spiraling. “What are you, ten? Leave my poor bubbles alone!”

The sheer sense of relief was obvious to both of them. The threat of Why-man was gone—no more random globe-wide petrification events. They could—maybe, just for a bit—relax. 

And Senku could maybe stop ignoring the fact that he wanted to ask Kohaku out. He’d have to wait until they landed, though. He remembered overhearing Taiju and Yuzuriha so long ago—Taiju wanted to make sure Yuzuriha didn’t feel pressured to accept him in any way, and Kohaku might feel trapped with him on the ship if he started bringing up romance, which could get weird. And he remembered how Luna had sort of declared herself his girlfriend as he was literally dying, where his answer was kind of implied to be payment for her help or something. Situations were important for these things. 

“Hey, Senku,” said Kohaku from where she was looking out at the planet. “You know how I said I wanted to ask someone out on a date when we got back to Earth?”

Ah shit. That’s right. Maybe I shouldn’t ask her out. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, I was thinking…wait, come over here.” She grabbed his hands and dragged him to the wide viewport, and he didn’t think he’d ever see something more beautiful than his best friend backlit by billions of stars. 

Kohaku was thinking much along the same lines. She was a bit nervous, but…well, she’d never been one to hold back! And to her, this was a risk worth taking. 

“Senku,” she said, hoping he would be kind in his rejection, “I was thinking that it might be better to ask that person out while we were alone like this.” He was smart—his eyes widened as he connected the dots. Before he could say no, though, she wanted him to understand: “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to ruin that for anything. I just…can’t see myself spending my life with anyone but you, as your friend or something else, and even though I’ve probably freaked you out, I…I wanted to see if you’d like to go on a date with me.”

Senku squeezed her hands—she hadn’t realized she was still holding them from pulling him to the viewport. “Just a date?” he said, eyebrow raised and a smile she’d rarely seen before on his face. “I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend, but if you’d rather just go on a date, we can do that instead.”

She couldn’t help her happy laugh, pulling Senku’s hands up to her lips to plant a small kiss on each of them. “No, be my boyfriend instead. I like that much better.”

He looked…happy. Usually he only looked this happy when some awesome breakthrough happened with a really hard project, but now he was looking at her like that, and if she hadn’t already been floating, she would have said she felt like she was flying. She tugged him a bit closer, reaching up to touch his cheek, wishing she could stay like this forever. 

“Can…can I kiss you?” she asked, honestly unsure of the answer. 

And then Senku laughed and pressed his forehead against hers, their noses brushing. “Sounds good to me,” he said. “After all, how many people can say they’ve had their first kiss in space?”

“After this? Two,” she replied, before pressing her lips to his (she just knew he would keep finding things to talk about if she didn’t, and she really did want to get around to kissing him). 

And so, lit by moonlight, starlight, and even reflected Earthlight, the only living beings for miles and miles, Kohaku and Senku started their next great adventure.

@senhaku-week

#dr stone manga spoilers #senhaku #senkoha #senhaku week #senkhaku week 2022

[galacticwildfire]

I think one of my favourite little arcs for Fire Meet Gasoline is going to be when Hope and Poe finally get together and everyone expects them to kind of calm down now they aren’t having dramatic fights in the hangar over their relationship status, but they just become even more insane and in sync with each other.

By the time they get together they’re both borderline insane, one thing after another until Hope’s nearly killed when she goes rogue, while she’s comatose Poe’s captured by Kylo. Hope goes a little Vader to get him back and beats the living shit out of her brother right in front of Leia after stealing his ship and taking him prisoner. Leia intervened before she could start dismembering him. At this point Kylo hasn’t tortured Poe, but he did nearly break his nose after Poe quipped “you know she’s your sister not your wife right?” when Kylo kept comparing himself and Hope to Anakin and Padmé. There’s going to be a fight down the road between Hope and Poe about her and kylo’s co-dependency issues, and Kylo’s not gonna be happy when he realises that she’ll choose Poe and the Resistance over any of his dark side bs in a heartbeat.

The first order gets Kylo back when they show up to the Raddus with some star destroyers and Hope’s court martialled for essentially starting a war (in Hope’s defence her brother started it first) and for stunning Holdo during that ordeal. Poe is 100% by her side, he’ll admit that stunning Holdo might have been too far but he’s taking equal responsibility for imprisoning Kylo and bringing him onboard the Raddus. Leia however knows he very much just did what he was told to do and lets him off while arresting Hope but not without them kissing each other in front of an exhausted Leia and a very pissed Holdo. He’ll show up at her room and sneak in, declaring that he’s in love with her and if command is going to remove her from the resistance than he’s going too, that it’s a package deal or nothing. Hope tells him he is not doing that, and that she loves him because of his loyalty to the cause and that he is not giving that up to be with her. Leia will come to see her and Poe gets shoved in the bathroom (not for the first time either) only to come out to back Leia up when she’s giving her the “the resistance needs you” speech.

Honestly Leia is just purely exhausted at this point, her kids nearly started a war to take swipes at each other, her daughter just committed multiple war crimes to get her boyfriend back, and command is about to mutiny. Before this she’d listened to Poe pouring his heart out and confessing that he’s in love with her daughter while Hope was comatose, and then listened to Hope screaming and crying that she loves him when she thought Poe had been killed while she was out. So hearing Poe telling Hope how much he needs her and how much the resistance needs her does soften Leia up. They’ll sleep together sexually the first time that night (i have to clarify sexually because up until then they’ve been cuddling every night like their lives depend on it) and she survives being court martialled the next day.

So they’re finally together, they’re still a little insane after nearly dying and then getting captured and all the rest, but happy. I think back to Poe being “space crazy” in the comics and think that’s a pretty good reference for his state for probably the last few chapters leading up to them getting together. Her and Poe despite everything go “we’ll take this steady” and then it’s just an entirely incidental speedrun because they do not know how to do steady. They move in together, she meets Poe’s dad, they have the baby talk and she gets on the birth control real fast because she is not bringing another skywalker into the galaxy (Poe would already have an implant so there’s no risk of that but she’s still paranoid), then it’s Snap and Karé’s wedding. At this point Hope and Poe can’t get over the excitement of having their own room, and Leia’s joking for the two of them to keep the pda down since it’s not their wedding and it’s just a lightbulb moment for Poe. I mean he’s already poured his heart out to his dad and basically said “that’s your future daughter in law” but that night he manages to drop a casual “so what are your opinions on marriage” “like as an institution?” because she never liked the idea of marriage. She saw her parents have a bit of a struggling marriage to her eyes at least growing up and then the separation, but then she looks at Poe and just wants to complete devote herself to him in every possible way she can. so when Leia sends them to a event on Naboo you can bet Poe gets down on one knee and they're rushing to elope before realising leia would kill them if they robbed her of a wedding after the headaches they've put her through.

Then everything goes to hell again when she’s arrested by the new republic.

#Hope and Poe #oc: Hope solo

[okiria]

psssst okiria and 6, 7 and 15 for the before dating ask meme? (I feel like a girl gossiping at a sleepover cause im so curious omg)

(twirls my hair with my finger and kicks my feet as i lay on the end of the bed) omg so it went like this–

(first i have an obligation to post this clip)

(and NOW under cut bc this will be a lot)

6. How did you react once you realized you had feelings for them? Were you calm, stressed, in denial, etc.? Vice versa?

Ria: Ria is in touch/honest with her emotions, so she realizes it fairly soon and isn't in denial. She speedruns the 5 stages of grief about it because she's convinced that "Sougo needs a friend and I can't risk ruining that" (and ofc she doesn't want to risk losing the friendship either). Cue the typical pain of "I'm in love with my best friend" where every touch that was once casual and friendly is making your heart leap out of your chest.

Sougo: Even though Sougo is someone who wouldn't really deny himself any indulgence, I think he is so out of touch with any emotion that causes vulnerability that he just subconsciously doesn't even allow himself to consider a serious romance. Sure everyone asks him if he and Ria are dating, and maybe he'll joke about it, but he doesn't let himself seriously consider the idea of being in love. So when he DOES realize it (short retelling of this post but:) I think he's blindsided by it. That he thought he was in control this whole time, but day by day this wall he put up where he would never let his guard down again was being chipped away at. And he has very split feelings about this.

7. You’ve just come to realize you have a crush on your f/o. How was it like when you encountered them again after that? Were you able to keep your cool around them, or was it awkward? How about vice versa?

Ria: Bites her tongue a bit more, is LESS casually touchy bc she's overthinking it and now it makes her nervous!! Initially she gets over the change, realizes Sougo doesn't know she has feelings, and just goes back to business as usual (aside from the internal torment).

Sougo: (LMAO okay I need to finish the fic I was writing about this but) I think that, again he would be so overwhelmed and blindsided that he would need her to get away from him to process it. Maybe thinks "okay I need to get over this crush like Right Now Immediately" because his fear of being vulnerable outweighs the selfishness of just wanting Ria. In the end if he can't get rid of the feeling, the only way he can regain control of himself is if he just confesses.

15. Does anyone else know about your feelings for your f/o? Did they find out on their own, or did you go to them? How about vice versa? Does anyone else know about your f/o’s feelings for you?

Ria: To preface I think Ria and Kagura would have an older/younger sister relationship, especially with the shared experience of being an amanto. If Sougo and Kagura are parallels the same way Gin and Hiji are, then Ria is sort of an extension of that. Anyway Kagura knows because she just accuses them of dating, and Ria explains they're not but admits she does love him. Kagura gags and tries to convince her she can do better.

Sougo: Every damn person in Edo knows except him

#THANK U PUDDING LOVE U #⚔️ show your fangs

[konamines]

I guess it just hit me now…

I was stupid

I guess knowing you want to leave me just set in. It’s been 8 years of calling you my best friend. I feel really empty. The best part is I thought it was forever, I thought we’d be neighbors or roommates one day. Is the trip to come see you the only thing that stopped you from saying goodbye? When I brought that up before you could say it… I guess I just post poned it. You seemed to have had the goodbye rehearsed because I saw how no matter what I said your messages just kept coming not acknowledging it. I’m sorry I just forced you to stay in something you don’t want to be in. I’ll cancel the trip so you can be free. I see now how you only stayed because who else was there? There were no better options with a foundation. Its okay, you’re free now. I love you, you are a good person and you should listen to your head. It was the right choice to try to leave.

Im tired of driving everyone away. I know I speedrun into drugs and hookups… I know I’m not okay right now. My father is now seriously discussing kicking me out with his gf. I really never expected that at 21.5 years old I’m at risk of Homelessness and becoming a druggie whore. Heh… if you could see me now Amelie, I promised you I wouldn’t become this at 16 and now I am nearing 22. I don’t know how to climb out of this canyon I dug myself. I have really no support system and I don’t blame the friends I had left for leaving. I don’t. I wish I had a family and people who loved me when I was little so maybe I don’t turn out this way. I should’ve taken advantage of the therapy and shit. I was stupid.

I get it though, Nigal & Amelie, why you decided to leave this world. I’m grateful to have met you guys and I don’t think we will be apart much longer with the road I’ve been taking. I love you guys.

I wish my fam didn’t turn their heads the other way when I got sexually assaulted and didn’t understand. They all discussed it in front of me. They yelled at him and then left it. We moved on like nothing happened. I honestly wish it didn’t happen. I wish my friends never killed themselves. I wish my parents loved me and never divorced. I wish their next line of lovers loved me like their own. I wish the one good family my dad was with didn’t leave. I wish my dad didn’t fuck up the only people he was with who were healthy. I get why they left, but couldn’t they take me with? I wish my first real step mom loved me, not the heroine, not the sex, stopped beating us. I wish my dad protected us. I wish he cared. I wish I had stable friendship circles throughout school and I wish I didn’t fuck up the one good friendship I had. I wish my foster family didn’t leave me, I wish they didn’t turn away when they saw me in the neighborhood. I wish I didn’t fuck up all my future friendships and relationships I had after everything. I wish I didn’t keep spiraling. I wish my cousins and fam didn’t shit talk me behind my back to my mother. I wish my mother didn’t shit talk me to them. I wish I stayed in the hospital back in august, I could’ve been better for you. I don’t wanna do drugs, I dont wanna hook up, I don’t wanna do this shit I don’t want to do. I hate myself. I miss everyone. I miss them all.

I’m sorry I’m not someone any of you could be proud of. I hate it too. I’m sorry if this is a sad stupid pity party.

Anyways, this will probably be my last post on Tumblr for a while. I think I should cut myself off from everyone for a while. I hope I have the self control to do this. I seem to only make things worse for everyone. This is my last push to get better. I’m sorry everyone I wish I was better and could make it better. Take care everyone. I love you all. You all deserve the world.

[tresradiossolis]

"?" (i wanna hear all about potential muses from you! i already love your suns so skfjskfjjd)

Potential Muses?

This was at your own risk....

tl;dr Funtime Freddy, Eclipse, Phone Dude, Withered Bonnie and Michael Afton

Funtime Freddy ××× Frederico Fabel

Frederico is from my College AU verse, a 6'8" 20 year old student at his family's college (pretty much all the Freddys are related one way or another) that focuses on Engineering and Robotics, although he's taken up studying Art and Prop Making instead, as well as Theater. There's a whole Mess of a history when it comes to who should inherit the college, but his parents gave up on Frederico pretty early on because of his Conduct Disorder, which was not properly diagnosed. This also lead to his relationship with his parents being really messy too.

He loves to make dolls and puppets, as well as more intricate work (think Audrey 2 from Little Shop of Horrors), and in every manner that he presents himself, he's a jolly jokester who loves a good pun, always dressing up in pink and generally most know him as a big softie.

He did stab his childhood friend's bully to death and then hid the body that one time though... and in his friend group, the Fun Gang, he tends to be very aggressive about getting his way. He'll do it with a smile of course, but he Loathes not being in charge.

Why I don't write him: At this point he's so much his own character that I worry I'd alienate people with him. He's also a Very dominating presence, and it's easy to do that in a small private server, I think about him daily though...

Eclipse ××× Umbra

Umbra is an orphan that's been struggling through the foster care system their whole life, and because of various trauma and just... awful awful experiences, it's left them with crippling social anxiety and phobia.

They're a hikkikomori, they do Not leave their room under any circumstances, this will give them severe panic attacks. They're very slow to open up to people and even slower to actually meet them in person, and once they do, it's a long process to even be able to get past their door.

Other than that, Umbra is a twitch streamer and is known for their game breaking speedruns, glitching through stages with ease while cursing like a sailor. People love seeing them do their work, but also love it when they get absolutely Furious on their twitch streams and chews out their entire team in whatever game they're playing. Umbra is an asshole, and we love that for them.

Why I don't write them: I've actually considered it... again they're such an OC at this point, I could maybe see them being a part of a multimuse, but then who'd read everything about the verse idk... I'd love to write Umbra though, I love this little shit

Phone Dude ××× Dylan

It's Phone Dude man. Outside the college verse, Dylan is just a dude who really wanted to create his own horror attraction, he loooooves horror movies and has quite the artistic eye for making props and even engineering, and Freddy's checks all those boxes. He's made some sick shit bro, and have recorded some movies for his YouTube that really kicked off.

Idk what to add... in college verse he studies Film and Art, he is known to make some gnarly stuff for the theater crew. He's as dumb as a rock and loves the devil's lettuce.

Why I don't write him: I can't answer that. I should probably write h

Withered Bonnie ××× Wilt Grimm

The lad to the right

A blind mortician that focuses more on grief counseling and funeral planning than the practise for quite obvious reasons. That's not to say that he isn't incredibly skilled at what he does, but the limitations can't really be ignored.

Wilt lost his eyesight and left arm in a fire when he was just a teenager, and gained severe burns all across his body with it. The incident was life changing to him, since he had been at a house party when it happened. He lost all his classmates that day, and he couldn't understand why he was special in any way for surviving. This lead him to study to become a mortician, because he wanted to help all those who grieve the loss of their loved ones in whatever way he can.

Why I don't write him: Again, he's such an OC.... also this is some heavy stuff I gotta carefully think about making public

Michael Afton

My Michael is. Basically a zombie LMFAO

He's so tired and goal driven, he has his Tasks and he's gonna Do Them, no matter what is in his way. He's not sure how to express emotions anymore, be it because he got dun scooped, or just really fucking traumatised from seeing his brother's skull cave in because of him.

He doesn't feel like he deserves to be happy, or mad, or even sad anymore. He just needs to do what his dad told him to do, but also.. he needs to make things right.

He's an excellent mechanic and can put together, or take apart, whatever you throw at him. He's a little stinky but it's nothing some wunderbaums can't fix, and he's been known to sass every now and then.

Why I'm not writing him: Intimidation. The fear of having to read up on all the lore 10 times over and having somebody tell me I got something wrong xbfbdb, I do love him tho...

#long post #asks tag pending #arts & crafts [ art ]