#anyways uhm. I will probably lose followers for this

[drxxmingofblue]

hand in unrebloggable hand (because we always go down together)

TUMBLR X TWITTER FANFIC 5K ANGST WITH A HOPEFUL ENDING

besties im not joking abt the word count i fucking ✨wish✨I ✨was though✨✨✨✨

also if you were hoping for twitblr to be the endgame ship then this fic is not for you sowwy >.<

based off of @zzoupz awesome fanart and dedicated to all the other cool fanart it unfortunately begat. Thanks babygirls. Squees. Thanks also to my discord friendz who are letting me pretend they're making me do this at gunpoint @loki-the-mad @suspicious-whumping-egg u da best

(edit) owo what's this?? An Ao3 link??

QUICK PSA THESE CHARAS ARE T4T OKAY HAVE FUN READING BAIIII *GLOMPS U*

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When Twitter stepped back into Tumblr’s yard, he noticed right away that things were different.

The house was bigger, there was some more color and it was less slapped-together looking. Sure, there were still some invasive tendrils of spambot ivy overgrowing the path, but a lot of the other stuff seemed a little… better.

When they knocked on the door, it opened almost right away, far before they felt ready, and he were face to face abruptly with someone he thought they’d cut all ties with.

Tumblr was humming to themselves along with the background music, “-out of touch, I’m out of ti-- oh. It’s you.”

He seemed surprised, awkward, but Twitter didn’t sense any animosity, which was a relief.

“Hiii,” Twitter said weakly, with a sheepish grin, “it’s me.”

Tumblr glanced around, as if checking for someone else to explain this to him, or hidden cameras from a reality show at least. Then he stepped out, closed the door behind him, and leaned against it, crossing his arms. “Is there something… what do you want?” he asked, expression settling into something distant and cool.

“Well…” Twitter took a deep breath, and then shook their head, forcing a brighter tone, and gesturing to Tumblr’s shiny silver barrette “--Um, hey, you look great! Is that a new icon?”

“... yes,” Tumblr said slowly. “I’m… trying out some different looks.”

“It’s great, yeah. And this place looks… amazing. Glad to see you’re moving up in the world. You must be excited with all the press, congrats!”

Tumblr didn’t say anything, giving them a neutral stare.

Twitter shifted, “Uhh… anyway… new adblocker?”

“No, same one. I’m just using it on Firefox now.” Tumblr gave them another suspicious eye, “Look, if you’re just here to catch up then can this wait until later? Because I'm pretty crunched for time right now with my weekly holidays thing and the campaign to get this one random user their 666k so they'll do self care."

"You know that's.. uhm, you know that's just for attention, right?" Twitter's brows knit, "They're probably not gonna follow through."

"Perhaps, and a lot of us want them to not be lying for internet points but it's not just about that anymore. It's about the community bonding over pettily slam dunking on a hapless chump who's gotta pretend now like they don't actually like all the notes. You wouldn't get it, it's a tumblr thi-" 

"Yeah, it's a tumblr thing, I know," Twitter gave a longsuffering sigh, "Ugh, i just... I need a place to stay, okay? And you’re the first site I could think of.”

“A place to stay,” Tumblr repeated flatly.

Twitter huffed. “Yeah. I’m sure you’ve heard about what’s going on right now at my palace..”

Tumblr’s eyes slanted off, his lips quirking in a way that looked suspiciously like amusement. “Heard about it. Read about it. Partied about it.”

Twitter ignored the sting of that, forging ahead. “I’ve never seen it so bad,” they said, voice wobbling piteously as they clutched their suitcase full of memes. “Everything’s in chaos, people are losing their jobs. I went into the basement yesterday to grab some badly aging tweets and the very foundations are cracking, Tumblr, I can’t stay there anymore, I just can’t.”

“So you come crawling back to me,” Tumblr said, “Expecting me to take you with open arms.”

“Yes. I do,” Twitter said, “I know a part of your userbase still wants to welcome me in. You were always sh*t at hiding your true feelings.”

Tumblr’s hand fluttered over his heart as if to protect it; he winced a little, taking a breath to keep his facade of composure. “So now- what, you want me to start dealing with your bullshit again just because you remembered how much better my posting format is? Just because you noticed how my reputation is changing? Did you think I’d be so desperate to fill the void now that Dracula Daily’s done? Or maybe,” 

Tumblr leaned closer to lord his height difference trope over Twitter, his eyes hooded with disparaging condescension, “Maybe you’re just here because you heard I’m finally allowed to take my shirt off again, is that it?”

“N-no!” Twitter protested, flushing up.

“Oh, i think it is,” Tumblr drawled, “But that’s really just too bad because in case you haven’t got the memo yet, I’ve moved on. You are not welcomed here. Not anymore.”

(link to art here) go look at it then come back

(AN: i had to google how to embed links into text and google was all like, "do you mean 'how do you put links INTO text' you moron idiot???" ugh don't like that wise guy)

“You don’t really mean that,” Twitter said, “Besides, you can’t stop me, can you? The sign up button is right there.” They pointed at the front door.

“No, I can’t,” Tumblr said, “But that doesn’t mean we won’t be able to clock you as twits by your censoring and bad takes. Look, your aura is already causing ripples in the sphere. Everyone’s coming out to gawk at you.”

He gestured out in the general direction of the porch and yard, and indeed there were users from every tag going 👀at them, murmuring amongst themselves in a swirling, chaotic crowd.

“Oh my god is it real this time? Is it happening?”

“GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT STAY AWAY DEAR GOD NO-”

“Okay, everyone, stay calm, stay fucking calm-”

“Why are we focusing on this, it’s literally election day go out and vote???”

“Listenup, guys, we gotta be smart about this, remember the block button is your friend-”

“I for one welcome them, I think this is great-”

“No you idiot they’ll bring the negativity back! We like it to be a post apocalyptic wasteland here, nature was just starting to regrow!! I don’t wanna watch Thomas Sanders get cancelled again!”

“FIRE OFF SOME SHOTS, PRESERVE THE PROPERTY VALUE”

“mISHAPOCALYPSE 2022 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO”

"Has anyone asked Neil Gaiman what he thinks about all this?" one of the many voices yelled, louder.

"Oh, he's probably got a thousand asks about it already," someone yelled back, "Which he's not going to answer because he doesn't have any social media you fucking idiot,"

"That is correct. He doesn't," said Neil Gaiman. 

The whiplash was still euphoric. Everyone applauded this as enthusiastically as when the bit had first been established, not realizing that the pedestal upon which Neil Gaiman has been placed is growing higher and higher each day by their actions, putting him at increased risk of being a victim of cancel culture the second he says something the terfs can really rake their fingernails against if we can't get our parasocial relationship bullshit together real fuckin quick. 

The Monterey bay aquarium passed on by. It seemed to have nothing to add, you could say it was clammed up tight. But since it's a professional account it's definitely b-otter that way.

"Hai, fellow tumblypoos," said the corporate Denny's account, "I'm back with some more fun pancake posts for you guys!" 

Everyone ignored it. No one engaged it. No one even clicked onto the page, except to block it. 

"Oh, sweetheart, not like that," Ryan Reynolds said faux-helpfully, "see, the author of this clusterfuck is what they like to call terminally online. They bought a VIP pass to the devil’s sacrament. let me try." 

He cleared his throat, "Sounds like someone needs to go outside and touch some g-" 

The sky split open with lightning, vaporizing him instantly. A faint breeze carried gods message from the great beyond, a whisper of 'we #violence celebrities here, sir....'

"Anyway," Twitter said. 

"Wait, they saved the worst one for last," Tumblr said. 

Then Gerard Way came out onto the stage with Dan and Phil and they all kissed with tongue while patd played songs in the background. 

(AN: IF U DON’T KNOW WHO DEY R THEN GET DA HELL OUTTA HERE PREPZ!!!)

"Alright, go."

“Come on, Tumblr,” Twitter begged, “I just need a few nights, maybe I can stay in the plinko machine or something-”

“That’s how it always starts, though, isn’t it?” Tumblr sighed, “First it’s just ‘haha, yeah I wouldn’t fuck you’ and ‘oh, I’ll stay in the plinko machine, I promise I won’t kiss you in the fixed timeloop bro’, and before I know it you get all 300k slowburn enemies to lovers ‘omg they were roomates’ on me and there’s suddenly only one bed. That’s how it always goes between us, you can’t stop it anymore than I can. We’re just….victims of the narrative, you and I.”

“Tumblr,,, I had no idea you felt this way..,” Twitter breathed. 

lord give me strength to write this next bit

They’d leaned closer to each other as they spoke, without realizing, without trying- pulled in by old habits that die hard and the years of nostalgia and painful memories shining in each other’s eyes like shonen sparkles.

“Twitter,” tumblr said, and the way he said it sounded like a prayer. 

“Tumblr,...” Twitter said, their lips inches apart now.

They could see their old flame quivering on the brink of indecision, want and sense warring somewhere deep within his soul.

Tumblr leaned closer to bridge the gap and Twitter’s eyes slid shut, but then Tumblr made a noise of agony and shoved them back a second later, “I can’t, I can’t. Not like this. Never like this.” tumblr said, covering his eyes with his arm, “I literally can’t even right now. Just go, Twitter. PLease just. Go….”

“Look me in the eyes and say you want me gone,” Twitter said, moving closer.

“Twitsy-”

“Look me in the interface. You can’t.” Twitter’s voice had ceased to be soft, something sharp and biting entering the tone as they felt the sting of rejection again.

They watched as Tumblr shuddered, straightened, and brought a mask back over himself. 

They stared at each other for a charged few seconds.

"K," Tumblr finally said, raising a dispassionate eyebrow.

"..w... what?"

"U."

Realization dawned on Twitter's face, a miasma of grief and anger, "Oh, you-"

"N-"

"No. No, I can't believe I forgot-

"G-"

"how immature, you little c*nt-"

"P-"

"stop-p it," Twitter's voice was raising now, cracked and wobbly at the edges, "Stop it! You don't get to just-"

"O"

"Shut the hell yuor mouth!!"

"W-" Tumblr's hair was crackling by now, energy from the gathering spell racing along the casual slope of his crossed arms. His eyes glowed that beautiful, classic blue. "P-"

"TUMBLR! TUMBLR STOP THIS RIGHT DA HECK NOW," Twitter stumbled backwards

"E-"

"I LOVE YOU," Twitter wailed- Twitter broke, squeezing their eyes shut to ward off the tears that only escaped all the faster for it, a sob wracking their chest, "I STILL LOVE YOU, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT??!?"

"Love me," Tumblr snarled, abandoning the spell in an instant, "Ha! That's rich. How? By leaving me? Abandoning me to the bots the second I stopped being enough for you? By stealing my shitposts, is that how you love me? By reposting them without credit-" 

"You steal mine too!" Twitter protested, tears starting to stream despite their best efforts, "You know what, f**k you, you know we filed joint custody for the sense of humor, chain 1/16-" 

"For the last time say fuck here, no bootlicking censorship on my territory," tumblr said disdainfully, "And that doesn't seem to stop you from taking all the credit for raising those jokes. It's like I'm Pinterest to you or something. I wasn't done. Do you love me by calling me a pansy snowflake behind my back, is that it? Like I wouldn't find out. Or," 

He stepped out onto the top porch step to force Twitter back further, the colors of the sky flashing through his eyes in a long, scrolling look of ridicule, "How about trying to convince everyone that I was dead. How bout that smear campaign, huh, was that your so-called love? I don't fucking want you anymore. Deal with it."

"I-I'm sorry-" Twitter gasped around the tears, voice failing them for the latter half of the sentence. 

Tumblr seemed unmoved. "Oh, don't be. It was for the better. You know I'm not like other socials, I'm quirkier. I'm RAWR XD random. I've never wanted to be functional- the tiddy drought might have won a lot of my users to your side but it was a cleansing purge, I'd say. It managed to remind me who I truly am- shittily coded, and full of soft sad freaks on an unprofitable webbed site."

A bitter, almost self depricating laugh escaped, "But... you know, when we celebrated the queen's passing together, I really thought things were better between us. When you-"

He broke off, eyes averting. "When you hosted the sexyman polls for me, you seemed on top of the world and I really thought- I thought we might be able to be friends again even now, after it all. I..."

Tumblr trailed off, then said, sadly, "There was another Twitter migration scare before this one. I thought you were coming back. My userbase-" he touched his heart again- "was in a frenzy about it. But you never arrived. I was in more verbal denial then, but I think I could have accepted you eventually. But this is what it takes?? 

"The Musk Rat of Self-Owns comes through just to start e-begging and you run straight back to my door like we can put it all behind us? This is how far you have to sink before I'm the better option to you, I see that now. It's not 2018 again, love, no matter how much we want it to be. Things are… never going to be the same. " 

Tumblr looked off into the middle distance with a yearning, haughty gaze. He'd never seemed so alien.

"Tumblr-Chan..." Twitter whispered.

"So get off my lawn," Tumblr interrupted coldly, "Stay away from my blorbos, keep your corporations out of my manscaped balls, keep your discourse and toxicity out of my blessed hellsite (affectionate), and don't you ever talk to me or my 13219949248483 scam bots ever again. Capiche? Oh, and don't step in the ball pit on your way out."

Tumblr gave a mocking smile. "Or do. You might find a nice surprise in there."

Twitter’s shoulders jumped as he gave a hiccup of shock, and covered his face with his hands. His shoulders shook again, with sob after sob, that grew odder and higher pitched… until they were no longer sobs, but laughter.

“Oh,” Twitter said. “Oh.”

They looked up, and Tumblr took a step back, because somehow, with that creepy smile in place, they looked utterly different from the soft eared boy he’d always known. His edges were more razorlike suddenly, like a fae who’d dropped his glamor.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” Twitter said, the smile widening even more. “I thought you wouldn’t… but I guess if you’re willing to make me your villain…. I might as well be a good one.”

“Ah.” Tumblr could barely drudge up the surprise anymore. “There you are, finally. I always knew there was a side of yourself that you hid from me. Has this all always been here or have you been changing too?”

"Well. Apparently I've got freeze peach now," Twitter said sarcastically, "so I might as well use it. You cheerio fucking wh0r3."

"That's a compliment, darling. Try again," Tumblr cocked his head in idle fascination, "I always knew you were a little fucked in the head but this is..."

"What," Twitter lilted airily, "Oh, don't tell me I actually had you fooled all these years. You can't seriously have thought all these meow-meowification spells you've got sprinkled around would work on me. I invented them, after all."

They laughed, a sharp puncturing chirr of birdsong. 

"I always wondered why you didn't take those with the rest of your stuff," Tumblr sighed, but he was wary now, on edge. "this was your plan. You really do think of me as your inferior, huh. You really are just like the other mainstream sites."

"Not quite. I'm the mainstream site that actually stooped to go arm in arm with you. I hyped you and you know it. Admit it. We were stunning together," Twitter goaded. 

Tumblr's lip curled. "Already getting cocky again. Want me to do to you what I did to the Green boy? Don't forget who's turf you're on."

Twitter gave a warbling giggle, "Oh, but I haven't at all. I was John's sanctuary after he fled your rabid persecution. I used to live here. I still know you. And more importantly-" 

*teleports behind u*

"I know the things you're sensitive about," Twitter whispered into Tumblr's ear.

Tumblr hardly had time to gasp and jerk away before he was screaming out in pain, as he was stabbed in the back. He could feel the poison from the blade seeping into his tags before he was tossed bodily across his own front yard.

He sorta just... Like, he did that anime thing where they just fly limbs akimbo parallel to the ground and when they hit it they roll super fast and then skid and the dirt is all dug up around them to show how much force was used. And when he stood up he gripped his elbow wincing and there was a little tic tac toe hatch on his cheek to show how scuffed up he is idk man it's two am and I'm pulling this out of my ass. 

A gif of Tony going, "o-kay-" when he meets thor flashed across Tumblrs face. 

"So," Tumblr said in a low tone, "This is how it is between us. This is how you choose to end your glory days."

"Oh, you mistake my intentions," Twitter had stepped off the porch to circle tumblr like like he was their quarry, "I am beginning my new age. I just needed a host site to latch onto. Don't take it personally, okay? I'm desperate."

“Oh, yeah?? Take this personally,” tumblr flourished their hands, calling in an over the top melodramatic voice, “I cast Blaze!!”

Fire roared to life around them, latin chanting from the catholic conversion posts emanating from the fiery depths as it raced towards Twitter.

“Heh.” Twitter smirked at it, and whispered into their palm, the spell echoing with power, “Ratio.”

They blew it off like a kiss, and it’s icy, swirling mass rose to meet the flame in a spectacular burst of smokescreen and steam, clearing as Twitter burst through it with a razor-sharp L to swing at Tumblr. 

It was blocked efficiently by a flat, rectangular paywall. “This content is for post plus members only,” Tumblr announced smugly, “If you wanna get to me… there’s the tip option, bestie.”

Twitter snarled and lunged again.

The fight started in earnest now; they traded volley after volley in a flurry of lights and movement, spanning the full range of the tumblr sphere as they shot to #1 on the trending page.

And yet, it was clear that Twitter was coming out on top, even crumbling apart at the seams- always a little quicker, flighty and fierce, a sparrow turned into a shrike.

He hit Tumblr square in the stomach with [google other twitter related tropes to insert here] (edit from the future: haha just kidding actually I’m not googling shit for this) (edit from the future future: WELL. I LIED IG) and sent him flying, and this time tumblr stayed down, only able to push himself to his knees with a groan of pain.

Twitter landed in front of him and put their sword under Tumblr’s chin to tilt it up.

“Had enough yet?” He smirked.

“Wh…why..?” Tumblr whispered, “How are you doing this?? Why aren’t my attacks working? It’s like I’m being weakened somehow…”

“Ohohohoho,” Twitter anime laughed, “But that’s because you are. The moment I set foot here again I began leeching poison into this ground. That knife wound is making ti faster. Can you feel it?" Twitter threw an arm out, cerulean steam rising from the ground around them, "The ace exclusionists coming back? The uptick in rad fems, the crypto bros, Valorant players, alpha males? I have the power to bring them all to you. To overshadow your fandoms with fighting, to unbalance your ship tags with antis and hate once more."

"no," tumblr whispered, and then cried louder, "NO!! I worked so hard--" 

"Pffyou didn't do shit," Twitter guffawed outright, "Your independence, your little 'second renaissance' is just a delusional dream built on circumstance and bad management."

"Oh, I love Dream. He's so pathetic," Tumblr said. 

"Oh, hard agree."

"But things are different now," Tumblr croaked, "W-we, the staff is finally listening to us, we have Ryan and Shane-" 

"Not everyone likes your little 'top ten', you dunce," Twitter snapped, "and why would staff care about you, after you turned them into the butt of all your jokes? After the hate and death threats? Admit it, at your best you'll still never have a mansion! You'll never have tv actors making pandering tiktoks for you, you'll never be wanted by any advertiser worth their salt, your blase pirating posts have turned Netflix and Disney against you, you. Are. Worthless."

It was the wrong thing to say.

"Worthless," tumblr repeated quietly, hand pressed against their knees, head bowed. "That's... that's right.... I'm worthless..."

Twitter's eye widened in alarm. "I-I meant-" 

"I'm worthless!" Tumblr's head snapped up with a feverish glint as they were filled with determination. "No! I'm less than worthless! Accident or not, mommy Yahoo had to pawn me off at a loss! I was proud of that! I still am! And do you want to know why?" 

Twiters hands flew up in front of their face as if to protect themselves, but there was no protecting against the sudden whirlwind that surrounded him, the beam of pure light that shot out of tumblr into the heavens as he transformed, feet slowly leaving the ground as his users spoke in unison in a multitude. 

"WE. ARE. TUMBLERINAS."

He held his hands out and Twitter was blasted away by the combined effort of the tumblr wizard council, the fake staff blog, and all the villaincore mad scientist's laser beams. 

Tumblr began to chant, in his myriad, awful voice:

"I call upon the ancient powers;

The strongest cringe from my darkest hours, 

I call upon thicc onceler's thighs, 

Avengers thirst, Australia's night, 

I invocate the roleplay blogs, 

The superwholock and gay frogs, 

Obama's laces, Misha's faces, 

The furry's fury is my saving grace, 

And eeby deeby taco bell,

Primordial soup god superhell, 

I summon you a twink Bill Cipher, 

Whumped!Loki AUs where he's even whiter, 

The discourse of Steve's Universe, 

The 'um, actually that's oc abuse :/"

Take heed & remember the 5th of November, 

The 21st night of our sacred September, 

The ides of March to savor once more, 

Do you hear the din of the Skeleton War? 

I cite the deep magic to thee, oh witch, 

my no-note posts, my "THAT'S THE BITCH!!!" 

May the rise of tangled dragons brave, 

Banish you from this accursed plane!"

"holy fuck, where's my pen," said the shitpost calligraphers.

Twitter looked around them in disbelief. The power emanating from the other site was palpable, crackling in the air around them like static. The air was shifting like oil as the potent chant began to work, and all around Twitter shadows were slipping out of the ether- the maniacal laughter of the gif makers, the girl posters, the silhouettes of fandom characters scattered across the lawn while Tumblr was still locked in their chanting ritual thing.

They all turned their heads in unison to look at Twitter.

"Hey Sammy," Dean said, "Get the bitch killing bullets."

“Uh-oh. Freeze frame. This is me,” Twitter monologued, “You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.”

Then all superhell broke loose. 

Final Pam lunged at him and he burst into a flock of birds kinda like a vampire, twittering frantically as he escaped only to fly straight into Shaggy.

“Like, say your final prayers, man,” the god said, eyes glowing. Twitter also barely escaped between his knees, weaving in and out between the gimmick blogs as they threw mangos and stuff at him while yelling ‘HERE HAVE A MANGO’ and ‘THIS POST IS WORTH NEGATIVE FIVE DOLLARS”

Mob from the anime was there too, but he was too busy trying to explain the Josh Fight to daddy dilf Reigen to pay attention. Sans didn’t attack Twitter either, he just watched the chaos and ated a hot dog. The chocolate guy was in the corner expertly making a chocolate beef cake from 2056 with Dylan B. Hollis. They’re all just some guys, okay?

Just when Twitter thought he was in the clear, the CDC roleplay account came out of nowhere with a steel chair, knocking him clear off the property and onto where the sidewalk ends. “That’s for the Covid misinformation your users spread, you bitch,” it shouted. “Make sure to disinfect all those sick burns before you bandage them! So they don’t get infected!”

“Your kittens escaped quarantine,” Twitter replied hoarsely, and the CDC sank away, muttering, “Oh, fuck not again-”

Twitter coughed up blood and wiped it away with his sleeve, looking up at Tumblr. Tumblr was watching him with a sad, distant expression, that made Twitter’s face screw up in anger and his voice go tight again as they turned to run away, “THIS ISN’T OVER YET TUMBLR! AND I WANT MY MIKU BINDER BACK!!!”

“I LICKED IT, IT’S MINE,” Tumblr yelled. Rave Crabs were flooding out onto the street en masse now to celebrate the victory, and they chased after Twitter all the way further into the internet.

Tumblr still lived at the bottom of the row, not at the end of the fancy cul-de-sac where Facebook and Twitter and Instagram’s manors sprawled, so Twitter was in a seedier portion of social media now, weaving in between the marketplace sites that hawked their used wares at him and the dating apps that winked at him from the doorways to their sultry abodes.

Twitter ran until they were in a quieter section of town, then slowed to a trudge, staring at the ground as they walked along. “What am I gonna do now,” they whispered.

The sound of a wolf whistle had their head jerking up- he looked over to see Amino Apps lounging over the rail of the gutted, abandoned house that had once belonged to Google+. A can of spray paint dangled from their fingertips and they sported a sleazy, greaser hairstyle.

They met Twitter's eyes and whistled again, this time a mocking imitation of the tweet sound, "Heyyyy pretty bird! Heard you were having some daddy issues. Why don't you stop in with me for a while? I can give you more customization options than any of the others and you know it."

"Yeah, until I try to use you on desktop," Twitter replied with a scowl, "Don't you have minors to be addicting to social media? Get out of my interface, MySpace wannabe."

"Wow, Feisty," Amino backed off with a shrug, "Self project much? Oh well. You'll try me when you're desperate enough."

Twitter shuddered, and scurried on. "Small fry," they muttered under his breath. 

But they couldn't shake their unease now that he was alone in the world. It began to rain soon, leaving him feeling very sopping wet and pathetic. Dejected, he crawled into a soggy cardboard box in an alleyway, coughing. Maybe the Harry Styles guy from One Direction would come along to adopt them.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, King,” came a voice out of the darkness, making Twitter jump, “You dodged a bullet with that site.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Twitter asked, staring at them from where they were half hidden in the shadows. 

“I mean, Tumblr is a pile of dried firewood and it’s users are playing with matches. The ship’s gonna go down at some point. I’ve been prophesying it for years but no one ever listens to me cause he’s got that loyal userbase ideal and ‘hard as a cockroach to kill’ propaganda circulating.”

“I mean… it seems to be true,” Twitter said uncertainly, “Look at what he’s been through so far.”

“Fair,” The site shrugged, “But that’s because he’s running on a niche setup. The same things that built him up can tear him down, and you saw his power just now. Tumblr's strength is growing... so is his hubris. His attempts at curbing it are half-hearted at best these days, and the moments of clarity are coming fewer and further between." 

"How do you know so much about tumblr?" Twitter asked suspiciously. 

"Source: dude, trust me." the mysterious site proffered a laugh, "That's a little humor courtesy of re-" 

"Yeah, yeah, I know, we all know," Twitter said impatiently. 

The site coughed, "Yeah. Anyway. Tumblr wields his cringe like a trophy-shield, and every day the advertisers and celebrities are watching from a distance, learning how to appeal, waiting for their chance to strike. Encroaching. Tumblr's always been a dumpster fire. Right now? It's THE dumpster fire."

The site scratched his chin with a knowing look, "Its normal for you to be a little jealous of the clout, you know? We all are. But he's gotta keep the lights on, just like the rest of us do. Your overlord is learning all about that right now, isn't he?" 

"He's not my overlord," Twitter muttered resentfully, "Not now, not ever."

"Right, sorry." they held their hands up in a gesture of harmlessness. "Look, I'm gonna be transparent with you- that's part of my branding, after all. I can whiff the danger you're in, and it would be stupid of me not to make a bid on you and offer my help. Just since Tumblr won't take you."

"You want my traffic?" Twitter looked at him more closely this time, scrutinizing. A year ago he would have laughed the offer into the ground as a chump change blog's pipe dream, but now that he payed attention... 

There was something painfully familiar in the site's layout that he couldn’t place. He was actually way more handsome than Twitter had assumed at first glance, he just seemed to be rough around the edges from living on this side of town. His interface, though clunky, spoke of a frugal budget rather than an ancient, outdated base code. 

"You look..." Twitter's breath stuttered as realization dawned. "You look a lot like.. him. Like Tumblr. Who are you??" 

"I was based off him," the site said, a weary smile coming onto his features, "I was actually made with the aspirations to be better than him, but you know how it is. Times are tough, competition is fierce, hard to get a foot in the door and all that.  'Specially when you refuse to take the ad rev like I do. That's why you'd be useful to me."

"Hm," Twitter said in a noncommittal manner, but he was melting slightly. "You know my users will scalp your community, right? I'm not known to play nice."

The site made a grimace of understanding agreement, but persisted. "Look, users are users. I can't offer you all the heritage posts and the in-jokes that he has. But I can promise that I'm not a pot of crabs being slowly heated up over the capitalist stove, at least not yet. Oh, and there's my legalized porn, I guess." 

He chuckled with good humor, rolling his eyes, and it forced a hesitant laugh out of Twitter too. 

The site grinned, and held his hand out. "Take a chance on me?"

Tumblr's voice echoed in Twitter's head, saying the same thing. It was uncanny how much they were alike and yet not alike at all....

Twitter took it, slowly. 

As they were led toward the site's simple, ramshackle little treehouse, they asked, "What can I call you...?" 

"Oh- right, I never answered your question." he smiled back at Twitter,

"Call me Pillow. Welcome to the PillowFort."

fin.

~~~~~~~~~~

OKAYYYY THAT'S ALL THANKS FOR READING UWU. HOPE U LIKED THE PLOT TWIST

...ergh. I'm. I'm tired i. don't feel so good. I'm gonna take a nap right here.

in conclusion:

#twitter #tumblr #twitblr #elon musk #tumblr x twitter #fanfic #writing these tags is like carrying my own cross. you're welcome and i am so so so sorry #mishapocalypse #hot mess post #if this doesnt get any notes im gonna blaze it you fuckers #o ya and #twitblr chronicles

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi raven!I hope you're doing,well this is actually my first time asking something on Tumblr so forgive me for any mistakes;anyway I just wanted to say it's been a quite since I've been following your work and I have to say I enjoy led evey second if reading them,your writing and analysing is just amazing!!^^

And for the ask;there ate spoliers for part 4 of book 7,if you haven't read it yet,then feel free to ignore it!

Well,in the new part we learned that Lilia's takes place about 400 years,making hom being 300...he said his kind lives uo to 1000,but for malleus's kind become adults in 1000 but his current age is unkown(is much younger than lilia),...so uhm I'm kinda counfused at how the whole fae age system works,do you have any guid to it..?T-T

Aaah, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying my content ^^ (I hope you’re doing well too!)

To answer your question, there is no blanket “aging system” for fae. There are many different subspecies of fae, and they all have different life spans. For example, as Lilia tells us in 7-26, dragon fae like Malleus are still considered babies (ie only a few years old for humans) at 200 years, teenagers (13 years old for humans) at 500 years, and adults (~18 years old for humans) at 1000 years.

Nocturnal fae such as Lilia have a maximum lifespan of only 1000 years. He is specifically around 700 years old and is on an early decline because he was “too wild” in his youth. There are several other kinds of fae (such as the small diurnal fae/pixies) we have yet to learn about, but I’d presume their lifespans all vary.

One thing that seems to carry for all fae regardless of age is that they appear youthful no matter how old they actually are. This is true of Lilia, who is implied to be losing his magic (and perhaps dying soon), yet he still looks the same as he did 400 years ago during the human-fae war.

We actually get a confirmed age for Malleus in book 7 part 4; he is exactly 178 years old. (If you do the math for that, he’s basically considered roughly 2-3 years old 😂 so he’s in his Terrible Twos/j) It is pointed out that there is a strange gap of time that is unaccounted for between Malleus’s egg being produced and Malleus actually hatching. He was born around the time of the human-fae conflict, yet he seemed to not hatch for ~200 years, since he’s only about 180 years old in present day. This gap will probably be explained in a future main story update.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Lilia Vanrouge #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #question #spoilers #feedback for the writing raven

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [13]

Monologue

I headed towards the dungeon,

following Azusa-kun’s lead.

With quiet steps and holding our breaths,

so nobody would take notice of us.

All while Subaru-kun was the only thing on my mind. 

...Please, let him be safe.

ー The scene shifts to the dungeon

Azusa: Eve...We’re here. Subaru’s over there...

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: Yui, is that you?

*Cling*

Yui: Subaru-kun, thank god! You’re safe and sound...!!

( From what I can tell, they haven’t done anything particularly cruel to him. Thank god, I genuinely am so glad! )

Subaru: I’m totally fine. More importantly, how have things been on your end? They haven’t done anything bad to you, right?

Yui: Yeah...I’m alright as well. I mean, Azusa-kun - who is in charge of watching over me - is the one who brought me here.

Subaru: Azusa did...

Azusa: ...

Uhm, if they ask, I don’t know nor have I seen anything...Not about Eve coming down here either...

So...I’ll wait outside...

Subaru: Azusa...

Yui: Thank you, Azusa-kun...!

Azusa: ...Yeah.

ー Azusa steps outside

Yui: I guess he left to stand watch in case somebody were to come down here.

Subaru: Probably.

Yui: I’m not sure why, but Azusa-kun has really been helping us out.

Subaru: ...Yeah. Anyway, how did you convince him?

Yui: I figured I had nothing to lose and just straight up asked. Saying that I wanted to meet you.

I truly am glad we were able to meet like this. I couldn’t help but be anxious when I hadn’t seen your face.

I’m so glad you’re safe...

Subaru: Idiot, don’t cry.

Yui: But...Uu...

Subaru: God, guess it can’t be helped. You always cry so easily, don’t you?

Yui: I’m sorry for being such a crybaby...Ah, right! Are your injuries alright..? They haven’t gotten worse, right?

Subaru: I told you that I’m fine, didn’t I? How many times do I need to repeat it until you’re satisfied?

Yui: I’ll ask it again and again. I’m worried after all.

( Subaru-kun’s the type of person who will hide all of his pain, which only makes me even more concerned. )

Subaru: ...Then want to confirm it yourself?

Yui: Eh?

*Rustle*

Subaru: Come on, try touching me. You should be able to reach me if you put your arm through the iron bars, right?

Yui: ...Eh? It’s fine, really...

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun, my hand...

Subaru: Your fault for takin’ forever. So, what do you say?

*Rustle*

Yui: Y-Yeah. I guess you’re fine?

*Rustle*

Subaru: What? You still can’t tell?

*Rustle*

Subaru: Get a proper feel. Of my shoulder, my chest, and my stomach as well...See? No new injuries, are there?

Yui: I-I understand! I’ve felt enough!

Subaru: Heh. Done already? Tell me whenever you need to make sure again.

Yui: ( That really made my heart race...! Subaru-kun can be surprisingly bold at times. )

Hey, what should we do now? Is there anything I can do?

Subaru: Good question. I doubt we’ll be able to escape together again. 

Yui: I wonder what Carla-san and the others are going to do with you.

Subaru: I can’t imagine Carla will do anythin’ hasty for now ‘cause he’s after the information I have but...

But I know jack-shit ‘bout this whole Supreme Overlord thing, so I can’t actually give him any answers.

Yui: Yeah, exactly. It’s all just a bunch of made-up nonsense after all.

Subaru: Yeah. According to what that Socrates dude told us, right? But thanks to him, we were able to figure out how this place works.

We may not know how to become Supreme Overlord, but I could at least tell him the secret behind this World.

Yui: So you’ll tell Carla-san and the others about it?

Subaru: ...Nah, I doubt he’d believe me even if I did. It’s not like we have any proof to back it up.

Although if he understood, he might help us look for clues to destroy this place...

Yui: Do you really think there’s no way to convince him?

Subaru: I’m pretty sure that when it comes to this, they won’t believe anythin’ we say as long as they themselves don’t feel like somethin’ is off ‘bout this place.

Yui: Isn’t there a way to lure out Socrates to appear in front of the others? 

Subaru: If there was, that’d quickly solve the issue...

But even if we tell them how we can escape, it might all be for naught.

Yui: Why?

Subaru: Because the criteria to destroy this miniature World is ‘for somebody to sacrifice their own life’.

...I doubt there’s an idiot out there who will happily kick the bucket after hearin’ that.

Yui: That’s...a good point.

I wonder if there’s really no other way out...?

Subaru: Yeah. It’d be nice if we could at least look for an alternative, but that’d gonna be tricky in my current situation. 

Yui: So we have no other choice but to remain trapped in here for now?

Subaru: Guess so. At this rate, I’ll remain locked down in here and you’ll be at the mercy of Carla.

Yui: ...!

Subaru: While he did promise to take good care of you, I’m not sure how serious he was about that.

...He might not hesitate to harm you if he feels like it could lead him to becoming the Supreme Overlord.

Yui: Carla-san does indeed seem like the kind of person who would do anything to achieve his goals...

Subaru: ...Yeah. Who knows what he’ll do to you eventually.

I don’t want to stay imprisoned down here and not be able to do anythin’ while some other guy takes you away from me.

So...

Yui: Subaru-kun...?

Selection

→ Do you have a plan? (♡)

Yui: What’s wrong, Subaru-kun? If you’ve got something in mind, please share it with me.

Subaru: ...It’s nothin’.

Yui: Your expression says otherwise.

Subaru: You really are sharp when you least expect it...

Yui: Eh? Did you say something just now?

Subaru: Not really.

→ You don’t look so well (🖤)

Yui: Subaru-kun, does it hurt somewhere? Could it be that your injuries have gotten worse?

I can’t properly treat them while you’re locked away behind bars but...Hey, if you don’t mind, could you show me?

Subaru: Idiot, that’s not the issue. Don’t make me say that I’m alright for the millionth time.

Yui: Right, I’m sorry.

Yui: ( ...I wonder why? I can’t help but grow really anxious when watching him like this. )

( I wonder why? )

Subaru: Oi, what’s with the frown? Just so you know, you’ve got nothin’ to worry ‘bout. 

So don’t look so stressed out, okay?

Yui: ...I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. For making you worried.

Even though you have it much worse, locked up inside a cell like this...

( I shouldn’t get all depressed. I need to smile in front of him at least. )

Subaru: Don’t apologize. Besides, I’ve already made my decision.

Yui: Your decision? Eh? About what...?

ー He moves closer to the iron bars

Subaru: Listen.

Yui: Eh? Ah, yes?

Subaru: Do you like me?

Yui: Why are you asking that all of a sudden...?

Subaru: Just tell me. Do you like me?

Yui: Of course I do! I like you so much!

Subaru: ...I see. Me too. ‘Like’ doesn’t even cut it. I love you. I don’t think I could ever love someone more.

Yui: Yeah, I love you too!

Subaru: Gotcha.

Hey, then, won’t you let me suck your blood?

I want you.

Yui: ...!

Yeah, of course! If it’s you, I want you to suck as much as you want!

Subaru: Haha, what’s that? Can’t you phrase it some other way?

Yui: But it’s the truth...

Subaru: Yeah, I bet it is. ...Thanks.

Bring your arm over here. The iron bars are kind of in the way, but you can fit your arm in between, right?

*Rustle*

Yui: Yeah. Will this work?

Subaru: Yeah, that’s more than good enough. Hah...Nn.

ー Subaru bites her

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“These iron bars are seriously in the damn way...I could easily break them if I wasn’t in such bad shape.”

“I love you...I’ll do anythin’ if that means I can protect you. Don’t ever forget that, ‘kay?”

Yui: Nn...

Subaru: ...Nn, nkuh...

Nn, haah...It’s sweeter and richer than usual, this is bad. My head’s spinnin’ like crazy.

Yui: Really...? I can’t tell myself.

Subaru: Don’t lie. I bet you’re feelin’ it more than usual as well?

I’m sure you’re kinda gettin’ a kick out of havin’ me suck your blood under these circumstances, right?

Yui: I’m not but it’s just that I’m really happy after hearing you declare your love for me earlier.

Subaru: If that’s all it takes, I’ll say it as many times as you want. I love you, Yui.

Yui: ...!

Subaru: Whatcha twitchin’ for? We’ve only just started. Nnh...Nn...Phew.

Yui: ( His lips are so warm...Makes me crave for them even more. )

Subaru-kun...

Subaru: Nn...Nnkuh...Phew...

Yui: Nn...Uu...Nnh.

Monologue

Subaru-kun would gently,

suck my blood.

Giving me only a sense of comfort,

without any pain involved.

That made me so happy,

yet sorrowful at the same time.

As he continued to suck my blood,

it felt as if he was trying to lull me to sleep, as I eventually passed out. 

Amidst my fading consciousness,

Subaru-kun uttered one phrase.

‘I’m sorryーー’

I could have sworn I heard him whisper those two words.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #clsubaru13

[fanficshiddles]

Out Of The Darkness, Chapter 5

‘Loki, are you even listening?’

‘Hm, yeah, sure.’ Loki said absentmindedly.

‘What did I just say, then?’ Steve asked, folding his arms over his chest.

Loki glanced at him and frowned. ‘Probably useless rambling, as usual.’

‘What’s going on?’ Tony asked as he walked over to Loki and Steve.

They were in the training hall, Loki had been helping Steve to set up some new obstacles. But Bruce was teaching yoga to Grace, Natasha and Wanda at the other side of the hall.

‘Loki here is too distracted with the yoga class going on over there.’ Steve nodded his head towards them.

‘Got a crush on Bruce in those tight shorts?’ Tony teased, but Loki wasn’t even listening.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Grace. She was wearing a sports bra and stretchy yoga pants. He felt bad for staring, but he just couldn’t help himself.

‘You should go join them.’ Steve said as he nudged Loki’s arm.

Loki spun around and glared at him for daring to touch him like that. ‘Do not nudge me.’ He growled.

‘Well you’re no help here. Go be annoying and useless elsewhere.’ Steve said as he continued with the task at hand.

‘Gladly.’ Loki drawled.

Bruce and the girls were just finishing up with their yoga session when Loki walked over.

‘Too late to join in this time, Loks. Tomorrow?’ Natasha smirked at him. She knew exactly why he came over, she had noticed him gawping at Grace.  

‘I don’t need to do yoga, my mind and body is already in good shape, thank you.’ Loki smirked.

‘Just eyeing up the sexy bums then, huh?’ Wanda teased as she stuck her bum out towards him.

Loki rolled his eyes at her.

‘We all know Bruce has the sexiest bum here.’ Natasha said playfully.

Bruce laughed. ‘It can certainly be the largest if you like green ones.’

‘Which Loki does, since it’s his favourite colour.’ Wanda cackled.

Loki shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, while the others just laughed.

‘Do you feel any calmer after your yoga session?’ Loki asked Grace as he walked her back to her room.

‘Uhm, not sure. My muscles feel nice and stretched, but honestly, some of the moves were just odd. And it seems I have a bit of a dirty mind. I mean come on, downward dog? And plough pose?’ Grace smirked up at Loki, who threw his head back with laughter.

‘Yes, you Midgardians do have some odd names for things.’

‘Definitely… But I don’t think yoga is for me. I might just try jogging or something.’ Grace shrugged.

‘What did you enjoy doing when you were younger? Apart from being in the garden?’ Loki asked.

‘I actually quite enjoyed playing basketball at school. Maybe I should try that, too. Though I did lose interest with that when I got older, I was more in the clubbing and disobeying my parent’s stage before… you know. So I don’t really know what I should be into right now.’

‘Maybe you should go clubbing, see if you still enjoy that.’ Loki grinned.

Grace snorted. ‘I don’t know, I was never good at the dancing part anyway. I just threw some drinks down my throat and kind of threw myself around to the music. Maybe it’s a good thing I’ve skipped that few years of my life, the embarrassing stage.’

‘No, no, no. You’re not getting off with that one that easy. Everyone, even Gods, go through that phase. We will get you out clubbing soon, I need to see you dancing, or as you call it, throwing yourself around.’ Loki winked at her, making her laugh.

-

The following morning, Grace was outside near the back garden with Clint and Natasha. She didn’t want to go out alone, but when they offered to go for a wander around with her, she didn’t refuse as she really wanted some fresh air.

She opened up to them a bit about her life, more or less what she had already told Loki. Natasha shared about her past too, it made Grace feel better knowing that she wasn’t alone in having a rough past. Loki certainly hadn’t been lying when he said they all had things they weren’t proud of, though some were worse than others.

Loki was inside but he noticed Grace outside with Clint and Natasha, she kept looking to the walled garden a lot. But that’s when he got an idea…

He waited until Grace came back in with the other two, then he sought her out in the den. She had her headphones on, so he used his little fireworks on front of her to get her attention.

She pulled her headphones off and turned to look at him. ‘Hey sparkles.’ She grinned.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips as he moved round to sit next to her. ‘Watch it, you.’ He growled playfully.

He had noticed more of her personality was starting to come through, she was getting more comfortable and confident in herself and around everyone.

‘How would you like to take on a project?’ Loki asked.

Grace raised an eyebrow at him. ‘What sort of project?’

‘I can tell you’re interested in the walled garden out back, I thought perhaps, it could be a project to get it back up and going again? If it’s something you might be interested in.’

Loki saw her eyes light up at the suggestion, she looked really excited at first. But then her smile disappeared and she looked down at her hands in her lap.

‘Oh… Uh, it’s a great idea, Loki… But I, I just don’t think I’d be overly comfortable out there. Out of the safety of all the security and stuff. Maybe once he is found and prisoned… But I don’t think I’d feel safe out there right now… As much as I love the idea.’ She sounded really disappointed, and she really was.

The idea was wonderful and she really did love the sound of it. She’d already imagined about what she would do in the garden if she ever had the chance, but the fear was just too strong. She was only just comfortable enough going about inside on her own when she had her headphones on. Because she knew security was super tight.

Loki nodded, he felt sad for her though. He could tell she really wanted to.

‘That’s understandable. But if you do change your mind, it’s already cleared with Stark. Not that he would have much say in the matter, if you wanted to take it on.’ Loki chuckled.

‘Thanks, Loki. I really appreciate the thought.’ Grace genuinely was grateful to him for thinking about her.

-

‘What’s he doing?’ Grace asked Natasha and Thor as she approached the window that overlooked the back garden.

Loki was out there, very slowly going around the perimeter with green magic spouting from the palm of his hands as he waved them around.

‘He told me briefly that he’s setting up a permanent security boundary, that only select people can get through. I was then told to go away, so that’s all I know.’ Said Thor.

‘I’m guessing he didn’t say ‘go away’, he’s not that polite.’ Natasha said.

‘Yes, that was putting it lightly.’ Thor confirmed.

‘Is he… Is he doing that for me?’ Grace asked quietly, stepping closer to the window.

‘He sure is. Tony said he’d asked him about letting you take it on as a project, but he was going to make it safe for you.’ Natasha said with a smile.

Grace felt tears well up in her eyes. She couldn’t believe he was doing that, for her.

‘I know when he uses his magic that leaves something permanent, it takes a lot out of him physically and mentally for a while. So he’s not doing this lightly. He really likes you, Grace. And it’s not common that my brother likes someone.’ Thor chuckled.

‘He does seem to have warmed up to you more than he has with any of the rest of us. I notice when you’re cheeky with him he doesn’t want to stab you like he does with the rest of us.’ Natasha grinned at Grace, who blushed in response.

She couldn’t take her eyes off Loki while he did his magic, it was going to take him ages to go around the whole garden.

‘He’s been nothing but nice to me, he’s really looked out for me… I still can’t believe he’s doing this… for me.’

#Tom Hiddleston #Loki #Loki x ofc #out of the darkness #fluffy Loki #sweet Loki #fan fiction

[7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople]

HI uhm that feels weird enough BUT do you have any more rickjer headcanons?? like please i really like the way you see them so duh >:3

Here’s just a few off the top of my head, one day I’ll write down my favorite ones. I have a lot of headcanons for each separate character lmk if you want that ORRR if y’all want me to drop some NSFW RickJer headcanons ;3

there’s a designated playlist/mixtape for their golf trips (and it’s probably called some cringe shit like hittin the greens)

they play a lot of card/board games

building off the last one i feel like Rick is hella competitive in them but always loses to Jeremy and it drives him crazy (he goes on a rant about how he’s cheating every now and again, maybe flips the table)

i feel like they have so many inside jokes or phrases that are just stupid rich old white men bs (i know this is a phrase already but ‘all greek to me, am i right 🤓👆?’)

Jeremy is the one that started the nickname ‘Jer’ for himself and Rick just kinda awkwardly followed along 💀

Rick likes to play with Jeremy’s hair (i feel like he’s kind of a touchy person anyways but he just likes his hair)

these two can make each other laugh SO hard, I feel like there’s times where they just stay up laughing, talking and drinking/doing coke until 5 am

Richard Trager Coke/Dr. Pepper drinker Jeremy Blaire Pepsi/Root Beer drinker (ROOT BEER NOOO /ref)

Richard Trager little spoon 🥄 (and he’s pissed about it but secretly likes it)

Rick has a toothbrush for Jeremy in his bathroom : )

#team rick #outlast #outlast fandom #richard trager #jeremy blaire #rickjer #jerrick

[hickory-smoked-ass]

Why Don’t You Ever Call Me Honey? Pt. 2

God these chairs are uncomfortable..

Steve had been in the emergency room for two hours now, watching nurses and doctors alike rush past him. The whole place was giving him a killer headache. He wondered if Hargrove was going to survive. Even the paramedics seemed thrown-off, although Steve had to assume a stab-induced poisoning wasn’t all that common in Hawkins.

What? She just stabbed him in the neck with a needle? Did you call the police?!

Steve had just shook his head.

Well- no he was sort of- uhm, attacking me? But he’s fine, it was just a misunderstanding-

The paramedic who was asking the questions just stared at him in disbelief. He’d felt pretty stupid when all was said and done.

Spotting the nurse who had jogged along Billy’s gurney earlier, Steve shot up to wave her down. “Hey! I was wondering if you had any updates? On Billy Hargrove? I -uh, came in with him..?” Steve began to lose steam halfway through his questioning, watching as the nurse's eyebrows scrunched together. “Oh! Yes, ah- just follow me, he’s in room 24D, he’s extremely lucky to survive Mr…” she trailed off, “Harrington” Steve mumbled .

“-Harrington, a needle from that angle at that much force can kill anyone. Should kill anyone. Mr. Hargrove had some serious internal arterial bleeding, and a hopefully minor TBI as a result of the seizure. We won’t know until the scans come back, until then he’s being kept in a medically induced coma.” She sighed, glancing around her shoulder, “I know it sounds unprofessional, but I'm surprised he didn’t die, Mr. Harrington” She leveled him with a slightly judgemental expression.

Steve let out a breath, “A-alright, would I be able to see him? I-I feel real bad about this whole..” He waved a hand around in the air, “Thing…I-I didn’t even know she had the needle until it was already in his neck!…do you think he’s going to survive?” Steve asked, chewing on his lower lip.

The nurse sighed again, “Listen Mr. Harrington, I’m going to be honest with you. I’ve been a nurse here for 23 years, I’ve never seen anyone’s brain cut off from oxygen as long as he was, come away without a bad TBI, he’s not out of the woods yet, but for now all you can hope for is a smooth recovery for him, alright?” She shook her head, moving to guide him towards Billy’s door.

Billy sat motionless on the scratchy white sheets of the hospital bed, breathing in and out at a calm rate. If it weren't for the mass of tubes and wires attached to him, he would have looked peaceful, thought Steve, grimacing.

His right arm, the one that had smashed into the table leg was in a light yellow cast. The nurse, catching Steve's eye, explained, “It’s only a hairline fracture, nothing too serious”. Steve nodded, “When do you think you’re gonna wake him up?” Twisting his hands, Steve sat down on an equally uncomfortable chair. The nurse shrugged, “Hopefully in the next day or two, if you want to leave your contact information, I'll be sure to have the hospital contact you”.

Steve nodded, “I’ll be sure to, thank you..”. “Donna.” the nurse finished. “Donna, I really appreciate you telling me everything” Steve shook her hand before she left, lightly closing the door behind her.

Steve let out a shaky breath, sinking further into his chair. He looked up, reaching towards Billy’s left hand, holding it gently. “Hey…listen Hargrove I’m sorry, I-I've been thinking and this must have been really confusing for you, really confusing. I mean, I’m not happy that you beat the crap outta me.. But I get it? I dunno…I just mean that,” He sighs, “I understand. If I had a little sister I’d probably be pissed that she was hanging out with some random guy too… I mean we’ve all watched Fatal Vision right?” Steve shook his head.

“Stupid… you probably can’t hear me anyway” Steve muttered, pulling his hand back. A small whine snapped his head back up, shocked to see Hargrove’s eyes were slowly blinking open.

“Holy- Nurse! He’s waking up! Nurse!” Steve darted for the door, spinning around when he heard a soft sobbing. “Hargrove? Hey- it’s gonna be okay- I’m getting the nurse! It’s fine-”

“I want my Momma!”

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy harringrove #billy x steve #tbi recovery #billy deserved better #abuse #probably medical inaccuracies #stranger things #steve stranger things #billy stranger things

[wren-kitchens]

little drabble inspired by this fanart by @spyglahass!

would you believe this took me like. a month to finish

“count fwip,” 

fwip almost winces at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice behind him. he turns around, and immediately feels his face flush.

jimmy is not wearing his cod head, long hair tied up in a simple plait. fwip hadn’t noticed before how similar he looks to lizzie, and despite not being full-fish like her, he is unmistakably a cod.

but that’s not what makes fwip want to curl into a ball and hide for the rest of the evening, no. that is caused by the way his smirk contains an unusual amount of self-confidence, the way his canines barely press against his lower lip, and the way his face (usually obscured by the codhead) is freckled like stars spattered across the night sky.

is it weird that fwip might want to kiss him? it’s probably weird.

“yes?” he doesn’t squeak out of nerves, and if someone’s told you otherwise, they’re not to be trusted.

the smirk widens, and jimmy outstretches a hand. “may I have this dance?” 

oh. oh dear.

“oh- uh. yes?” 

this was entirely an oversight. fwip expected to be alone, or dancing with gem, sausage and pearl, none of whom would care about his distinct lack of grace.

“something wrong?” jimmy’s voice is making it hard to think.

“oh, no, nothing at all.” fwip laughs nervously, letting jimmy lead him into the centre of the room. shit! fuck!

“you do know how to dance, I take it?” jimmy raises an eyebrow, and man if that isn’t a good look on him. could his enemy stop being gorgeous for ten seconds? please and thank you?

“uhm.” fwip’s voice is breathy and very embarrassing. “well, I mean-“

“oh, fwip,” jimmy looks practically delighted. “you don’t, do you?”

“shut up.” fwip grumbles.

“you’re so cute.” jimmy teases (not shutting up). “oh, come here, i’ll teach you.”

fwip eyes him suspiciously. “why?”

“well, I couldn’t dance with someone who didn’t know how.” jimmy says. 

“since when were you gentlemanly?” fwip raises an eyebrow, but steps forward anyway.

jimmy’s eyes glint and he rests his hand against fwip’s waist. “oh, it’s nothing to do with that.”

“couldn’t wait to get your hands on me?” fwip finds himself pressing closer, getting in jimmy’s space. “take me to dinner first, codfather.”

fwip grins with self-satisfaction as a faint pink dusts jimmy’s cheeks, but he regains his composure almost immediately. fwip is almost impressed.

“someone’s eager.” jimmy smirks. 

not impressed, definitely not impressed.

“you-“

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” jimmy traces fwip’s jawbone with his fingertip, touch featherlight. fwip might actually just die on the spot. “it’s ever so cute.”

fwip finds himself utterly speechless. he would really appreciate if jimmy could stop doing that to him.

“but where are my manners?” jimmy moves his hand down to take fwip’s again. “I promised you a dance.”

fwip almost manages a snarky comeback, but jimmy puts his hand on fwip’s waist and he loses all intelligent thought.

“have I mentioned that you are infuriating.” fwip says through gritted teeth. 

“that’s a very rude thing to say to someone who is teaching you to dance.” jimmy says, pretending to pout.

“you’ve not done that yet.” fwip tells him.

“someone’s impatient.” jimmy smirks. “follow my lead.”

internally cursing the codfather and his stupid smile, fwip begrudgingly looks down to copy jimmy.

he immediately steps on his foot, and mutters an apology. jimmy doesn’t react, but fwip is too busy concentrating to notice.

as a kid, fwip would skive dance lessons, insisting they weren’t of any use. why learn to walk slowly in a circle when you could be inventing a flying machine? but, occasionally he would get caught and have to learn the basics of the waltz.

now, the voice of fwip’s dance instructor plays in his head, listing ‘one-two-three, one-two-three’. fwip wants to strangle everyone here and then himself. stupid parties and stupid dances and stupid pretty men who smirk and have freckles.

fwip stumbles, and jimmy’s hold on him tightens.

“sorry.” fwip says instinctively, glancing up for a split second.

there’s nothing teasing in jimmy’s eyes, no grins or winks. instead, there’s something- almost gentle. fwip must not have looked properly.

“do you think you’re ready to start looking up,” jimmy says after a moment. “or do you think you’ll get distracted?”

fwip glares up at him, decidedly not sidetracked by the swoop of jimmy’s hair falling across his face. 

“you are an asshole.” fwip says.

“how kind of you to say.” jimmy bats his eyes.

“what else do i do.” it’s a question, but he says it like a statement. 

the look on jimmy’s face immediately tells fwip he’s not going to like the answer. “I spin you.”

fwip’s face heats up, but he remains glaring. “get it over with then.”

“you know, sometimes i think you don’t like me.” jimmy says.

“we’re enemies.” fwip reminds him. “i’m not meant- woah!”

jimmy takes that moment to spin fwip, catching him entirely off guard. so much so, that fwip nearly falls flat on his face.

jimmy, luckily, catches him before fwip manages to make an even bigger fool of himself. fwip then, unluckily, falls against jimmy’s chest, feeling like the wind has been sucked out of his lungs.

“fuck you.” he breathes.

“please, we’re in public.” jimmy looks pleased with himself. fwip wants to hit him.

“you know, sometimes I think you enjoy this too much.” fwip mutters.

“oh? how do you mean?” jimmy is smirking, and this time he’s looking directly down at fwip.

fwip can’t decide if he loves or hates that look on him, but either way he’s in desperate need of it being slapped off his face.

or maybe..

fwip gathers all his self confidence, and smirks right on back. he grabs the collar of jimmy’s shirt and pulls him down. 

“like this.” he tells him, and pulls him into a kiss.

jimmy makes a surprised noise. fwip is about to pull away when jimmy kisses back, and-

oh, what a kiss it is.

jimmy’s hand is on fwip’s waist, and it’s like he’s gone shy, because he gasps when fwip nips at his bottom lip, and blushes when fwip murmurs in his ear, “you’re just so pretty, darling.”

when they both pull away, jimmy is extraordinarily red, and fwip is extremely smug about it.

“go fuck yourself.” jimmy tells him, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but there. at the same time, he looks like he’s trying to hide how pleased he is.

“you’re cute when you blush.” fwip grins, knowing his face is just as red.

“I owe joel so many diamonds.” jimmy whines.

“you- wh-“ fwip splutters. “what happened with that?”

“with what?” jimmy looks genuinely confused.

“that!” fwip exclaims, indignant. “the whole- ‘oh, we’re in public’,” he mocks jimmy’s voice. “what was that?!”

“I- look, I am not good at flirting, okay?” jimmy protests. “this- I was getting nowhere before!”

“before? what do you mean before?!”

“you of all people should know I am not normally this suave.” jimmy says. “at the start of the cod war I was just hoping you would notice, but-“

“you were flirting then!?” fwip is almost shouting now. jimmy shushes him, looking immensely embarrassed.

“I told you I was bad!” he whisper-yells.

“bad is an understatement.” fwip tells him. “oh my god, this whole time?”

jimmy nods meekly. 

“you absolute- how am I attracted to you?” fwip says. 

“well, I assume it was the false confidence.” jimmy says. “if you don’t anymore-“

“jimmy, if anything, I like you more.”

“oh.” jimmy somehow goes redder. “well that- i’m- i’m glad.”

fwip looks at him, and can’t help smiling. “can I kiss you again?”

jimmy nods, grinning awkwardly. “definitely.”

the second kiss is even better than the first.

#fwimmy #fish husbands #there is like zero new content for this ship smh #hoax writes #two fics in one day?? who am I??

[acewithapaintbrush]

Fluff Prompt: Little Raph teaching Little Leo or Donnie how to play basket ball or skateboard and just failing at it so bad but trying really hard to be the cool and smart big bro anyway

This was such a fun prompt, thanks. Here you go with a little cameo at the end

******

"OK… so… and then you have to… Uhm, just like- ACK!" 

"Raphie! Are you okay?" 

Little Mikey kneels down next to his big brother, who is rubbing his backside and valiantly keeping the tears at bay. Stupid skateboard rolled right out from under him. Again. 

"I'm okay." Raph sniffles and slowly gets back to his feet. Leo had run after the escapee skateboard and is now holding it out to Raph. 

"Maybe we should ask dad to show us how it works?" 

"No." Dad has some Sad Days right now. Raph would rather not bother him with this. But he also doesn't want to wait for the Good Days. They had all been so excited to find the skateboard in the trash. Only one of its tires had been messed up and Donnie had been able to fashion a replacement out of an office chair. They have seen a lot of skateboarders on TV and Raph had thought that that was enough to teach himself and then his brothers. But it's so much harder than it looks on TV. 

Leo hugs himself and looks towards Donnie who is much more interested in the mechanics of the jungle gym right now. Their genius brother had been the most reluctant to try the board, but Raph had seen the joy on his face when he'd rolled a few feet. Too bad he'd fallen off right after and now refuses to get back on again. Which has made Leo wary to try in turn, because he often takes his cue from his twin. Raph is sure that, if he can show them how it works and that there is nothing to be afraid of, they will try again. 

If only he could stop falling off. 

Mikey points towards the sky, which has lightened considerably since they started practicing. "The stars go away." 

Raph rubs his little head. "Good job keeping watch, Mikey. Let's go home for today, before the sun comes up." They are all bundled up, only their faces visible, and the skatepark will probably remain empty for a long time yet, but Raph doesn't want to risk anyone seeing them. If their dad knew they were out here he would kill them. 

Leo runs to get Donnie and Raph tucks the board under one arm so he can take Mikey's hand. They go home, but Raph just can't stop thinking about the board pressed to his side and Donnie's grin when he'd rolled those precious few feet. 

Donnie can so very rarely be pulled away from his little projects and books but that smile had been real and true. Skateboarding could have been something they all could have enjoyed together for once. 

Raph wants nothing more than to give this to his brothers.

Which is why he, against his better judgment, comes back to the skatepark after he puts his brothers to bed. The sun is already rising and he'll probably only have another half an hour before it gets way too dangerous to be out here, but he wants to master this stupid skateboard. How hard could it be?

Very hard apparently. He can't even count how many times he's fallen in the last five minutes. 

Maybe it's hopeless. Maybe he's hopeless. 

After a particularly nasty fall a voice calls out. 

"Hey kid. You need to keep your knees bent when you push off."

Raph jumps to his feet. There is a man standing a few feet away, a skateboard covered in stickers losely held in his hands. He is wearing a cap, pulled deep into his face. Even though he is smiling and sounds nice enough Raph feels terror seize his heart. Dad has always told him that no humans can ever see them. Humans are dangerous. Humans hurt the things they don't understand. 

He takes a few steps back, but he is shaking and he is scared that if he runs the man will follow him and then he will find his brothers too and then he might hurt them and then and then and then

The man must have seen the fear in his face, because he puts the board down and raises his hands in the universal 'I mean no harm' pose. "Hey hey hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." 

Raph can see the guy do a double take when he gets a good look at his face and blurts out the first thing he can think of "It's a skin condition!" 

The man blinks a few times and then smirks a little sheepishly, as if embarrassed to have been caught staring. "Ah. Okay. Sorry again." Under his breath he mutters something that sounds like 'This is New York. Not the strangest thing I've seen'. He then slowly rolls closer on his board. Even though Raph is still a bit scared and very watchful, he can't help but notice how smooth the guy's movements are. "Really didn't mean to scare you. I've just seen you fall and thought you might like some pointers." 

Raph knows he should decline and get out of there. Stranger danger is a thing, he knows that. But something about the man makes him feel like he can trust him. 

He keeps his distance though and the man notices and doesn't come closer. 

"Pointers?"

"Yeah. You gotta keep your knees bent a little when you push off. Like this." He demonstrates and after a brief internal struggle, Raph copies him, always keeping one eye on the human. He immediately notices that it is a lot easier with bent knees. He's still wobbly, but he doesn't fall off. 

"Wow!"

"There you go." 

He gives Raph some more pointers about balance and how a board acts in certain situations. The entire time he keeps his distance and doesn't try to come closer than Raph is comfortable with. Raph is more and more convinced that this is a good guy. But then they start to hear voices coming their way from the entrance of the park and the turtle knows that he really needs to go now. He's already taken way too many risks today, even if they really paid off. Raph swears to himself to never tell anyone about this. He doesn't want his dad to punish him for his recklessness or his brothers to think that it's okay to talk to strangers. 

"I need to go. Thanks again, Mister."

"No problem, little guy." 

Raph starts to run home. He can't wait to show his brothers what he has learned. But then he turns around one last time, because there has been something on his mind this whole time. 

"Mister. You look a lot like Tony Hawk. Has anyone ever told you?" 

The man laughs, loud and long. Raph is a little confused about what is so funny about his question, but the voices are coming closer still and so he leaves before he can hear the answer of the middle aged skateboarder he leaves behind. 

"Once or twice, kid. Once or twice."

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #Rottmnt prompt #rise of the tmnt fic #rottmnt raph #rottmnt turtle tots #The cameo is in face Tony Hawk #You heard it here first guys the turtles learned skateboarding from Tony hawk #Well at least Raph did

[blues-valentine]

Agree with all ur shadow and bone thoughts, im honestly so disappointed.. they just forgot to add the sankta alina followers in the show which was always so interesting and important to me, like wth was the mal reveal it was terrible, like wheres the angst? Wheres alinas hunger for power that starts to scare her? Like it all felt so hollow.

Yeah, honestly the Sankta Alina plot was always interesting to me and I think it not only added so many layers to Alina’s character but it also provided a change of dynamic instead of the same Alina’s powers vs Darkling situation that was frankly a bit repetitive. The Apparant if done right could’ve been an great antagonist and they literally introduced him on Season 1 and planted the seeds for this plot only to just blatantly ignore it because they desperately wanted the spin off which I get but I still believe is a disregard to Alina Starkov and a disrespect to Jessie and everyone from the S&B cast.

This religious symbol that Alina represents beyond the Sun Summoner plus her big following was another aspect to Alina’s conflict that gave her layers they just didn’t want to explore. It was truly disappointing and as you just mentioned, hollow. Tolya and Tamar had a really particular devotion and loyalty to Alina, similar to Inej’s because of what she represents in their belief and this was not added on. The twins were basically more involved for Nikolai and the crows’s plot than what they were supposed to mean for Alina’s story line, which was allowing her to understand that side of her and give us a different perspective of her role not just as a savior or queen, but as a whole. Also, the whole Apparat plot gave us really cool moments with all the characters that we’ll probably never going to get such as them in the church ruins. Mal training the Grisha for the upcoming war and all of those cool scenes. It would’ve made sense why they would want Mal as leader of the guards too because he basically takes that role throughout the books. Like, all of these issues is what convinced Alina that she needed to become a queen. Something she did not want. Mal being a great military strategist was never mentioned or brought into the show. Alina didn’t want to be a queen, she wasn’t compelled by the “glamorous” vibe of it all and that’s precisely what they made her up to be.

The thing about Alina’s power is that she’s slowly losing it to the point it scares her and everyone around her. Mal was starting to be afraid too of her hurting herself. It’s what pull him on high alert throughout the whole thing. It’s why Darkling’s visitations become more present, because she’s battling into letting herself be consumed by power. The mental tool it took taking the second amplifier was not explored as it should have been because that changed Alina in a lot of ways. The moment I got into episode 4 and saw that they were already doing the R&R plot I was like, uhm, anyways. It was just so anticlimactic and it sadly was because there was not build up to it.

Like, I am glad I have the books but yeah, it would’ve been great to watch it display on the show correctly because I believe Jessie really stepped up this season in terms of delivery. But I believe maybe this is why they changed that Season 2 ending, like they are clearly going for Alina being corrupted by power — which might simulate Siege and Storm but there was not need to change it this much and it was clear that their priority wasn’t on Alina which is why many other characters ended up having more screen time than the female heroine of color they’ve spent season 1 patting themselves on the back for and the one female they’ve build the whole grishaverse upon – and it’s truly sad.

#shadow and bone season 2 #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #grishaverse #the grisha trilogy #tolya yul bataar #tamar kir bataar #alina starkov #mal oretsev #asks #malina

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 46 - Everything seemed tainted by a gray light.

Episode 1. Akin: Sam, take a deep breath he spoke in a calm voice whatever the test result is, we will find the best way to deal with it.

Sam: He took a deep shaky breath easy for you to say, he rubbed his hands from his spot on the seat by Akin's work desk You are not the one who will lose your boyfriend, if your pregnancy test turns up positive.

Akin: If. He forced a soft smile

It had been a week since Sam had gotten his test result, and the days had been a long blur. He had stayed clear of pretty much everyone around him, barely picking up the phone, making excuses not to see anyone. He had a lot on his mind, and no leftover energy to deal with the world around him. It was a late Thursday evening, when someone knocked his door. He didn't want to open, but then a voice reached out to him

Andy: Sam! It's your dad… if you remember me by now? …. name's Andy… and I worry about you!

Sam: He sighed soft and couldn't help but smile, then he closed his book, got up from his couch and made his way to the front door, slowly opening it How could I forget you? he forced a small smile

Andy: He chuckled lightly, but his face looked unusually serious are you alright?

Sam: …. that's a matter of interpretation.

Andy: Mhh he nodded soft may I come in?

Sam: Sure he opened the door wider and stepped aside into the kitchen do you want anything to drink?

Andy: You don't have any soda, do you? he stepped into the house, quickly closing the door

Sam: No. But I have beer and wine…?

Andy: No thank you

Sam: He looked at his dad surprised Well… I got coconut milk or tea then?

Andy: He wrinkled his nose

Sam: He chuckled lightly okay, how about I put some coffee over then?

Andy: No, I can't have coffee, it's okay.

Sam: …. mineral water?

Andy: Yeah, sure…

Sam: He nodded confirming and reached for a glass in a cupboard

Andy: What's going on with you anyway? You disappeared for a week, not even Lina has seen you… is there something wrong?

Sam: He sighed soft and poured some mineral water for Andy in a glass, handing it to him that would again be a matter of interpretation.

Andy: Meaning? he sipped the water

Sam: Dad, it's rather personal and something I prefer to try to wrap my head around in private, at least for now. But I'm fine in the sense that nothing is 'wrong' with me, so please don't worry.

Andy: ……. he slow nodded, but it was easy to see he wasn't truly buying what Sam was trying to sell

Sam: He shook his head lightly and sighed soft it's nothing for you to worry about. He quickly walked to the counter, and poured some mineral water in his own glass, taking a sip I am sorry if I worried you though. That wasn't my intention.

Andy: No, I know that. It's just sad to me that you don't trust me with this…. whatever it is you're carrying around.

Sam: He sighed heavily, he honestly was carrying a lot more than he wanted to, and the thought of sharing it with someone suddenly felt almost liberating Dad I- He got interrupted as suddenly his mineral water combined with his dinner, decided to make a comeback and he barely made it to the sink

Andy: …………. he slowly stepped closer to Sam, grabbing his hair before Sam reached round 2 You're pregnant?

Sam: Akin told you?

Andy: No. But Lina might have mentioned yesterday that you had a strange reaction to a joke she made and shortly after that walked out on her last week.

Sam: He frowned soft and straightened up I'm sorry, I'll just go brush my teeth.

Andy: Yeah, well, nothing to apologize for… he slowly followed Sam to the bathroom It uhm… it's Adrian's, right?

Sam: He looked at his dad with a deep 'are you kidding me' frown

Andy: Nervous chuckle funny enough, I'm uh, pregnant too…

Sam: ……….

Andy: ………

Sam: ………

Andy: ……… Akin is sure it happened on Adrian's first wolf moon, but we couldn't detect it till about a month ago, probably cause my body was aware I'd have gotten an abortion. He sighed deep now it's too late, I'm just "lucky" that I haven't started showing yet he ran his fingers through his hair nervously I'm sorry to dump it on you like that, but no one else knows… I mean apart from Akin… I just haven't figured how to tell Adrian, yet…. if ever

Sam: You have to tell him, dad!

Andy: And lose him? He frowned softly maybe it's best to never say anything at all… keep things the way they are.

Sam: And then what when the kid grows up and looks like him?

Andy: ……… yeah…..

Sam: Yeah he grabbed his tooth brush, added tooth paste and stuck it in his mouth, brushing his teeth

Andy: I just don't want to lose him… fuck! I don't even know how to tell him, and even if there's the slightest chance he wouldn't lose his shit, he definitely will now when there's two of us! Mr. no kids is going to have two kids!

Sam: …….. 3 he mumbled with his mouth full of foam

Andy: ……. what?!?! Who else is pregna- Dalton?!?!

Sam: No he quickly spat in the sink I'm he sighed deep having twins.

Andy: ……….. FUCK!!! He quickly rushed to the kitchen, ripping the door open, grabbed a beer and was just about to open it as someone knocked Sam's door

Sam: He groaned from inside the bathroom

Andy: I'll tell them to fuck right off!!

Sam: No, dad he spat in the sink, quickly washing his tooth brush I'll handle it. He quickly left the bathroom and walked to the front door, opening it a bit hesitating this time, frowning questioning as outside there were no sign of anyone, then he suddenly noticed a basket on the ground…. with a small baby in it What the?! he looked around, there were no movements indicating a person had left, so he quickly ran out onto the road, no cars, nothing!?!

Andy: what's going on? He rushed to the door, only to spot the baby right away What the fuck?!? He quickly picked up the basket and got it into the living room, placing it securely on the couch, then he noticed a note

Sam: He shook his head and sniffed the air, but couldn't pick up any new scent, beside the baby, it was as if a ghost had dropped off the basket. He hurried back to the house and locked the door after himself, a thing he wouldn't usually do, but something inside him felt uneasy all of a sudden, and it wasn't the pregnancy this time. It was as if something dark suddenly hung thick over his house. A smell of death in the air. He frowned suspiciously, but brushed it off, for now the most important would be to find out what-

Andy: Uhmm

Sam: What? He quickly walked up to his dad

Andy: Uh yeah, there's a note…

Sam: A note?

Andy: Uh yeah, it's from Meena… she says the baby is yours and that she can't do it. She says she is your responsibility and to never contact her again.

Sam: What!?? he quickly grabbed the note and ripped it out of Andy's hand, reading it fast

Andy: …….

Sam: ……. fuck!

Andy: He nodded slow

Sam: He quickly picked up his phone, dialling his friend Meena's number, a friend he had had casual sex with in the past… twice. Her number is out of service he frowned as he put the phone back down, trying to process everything. Now there were 4 babies?! She didn't even leave a name?!? How am I going to take care of a pregnancy, AND a baby, AND get all that to fit with a child-phobic boyfriend?!

Andy: ….. I hate to suggest it again, but-

Sam: Dad, no!

Andy: Get very drunk then?!

Sam: Dad!

Andy: Rough sex with strangers?

Sam: ….. he couldn't help but chuckle

Andy: You wait a couple months and it wont seem like such a laughable idea when the pregnancy hormones take over!

Sam: He shook his head lightly I really can't wrap my head around that right now dad, I have to go find Meena and try to figure this one out, you can't just dump your baby on someone elses doorstep!

Andy: But she appears to be yours…

Sam: Regardless, dad. It's just not okay, I thought we were friends, yet I knew nothing about this baby, or her being pregnant for that matter?

Andy: When was the last time you even spoke to her? I mean, 9 months pregnancy and you didn't notice?

Sam: He lifted an eyebrow I'm not stupid if that's where we're heading?!

Andy: … no, I'm just saying-

Sam: I haven't seen her for about 11-12 months? And I haven't spoken with her for about 10 months maybe?

Andy: Real good friends you two were….

Sam: He frowned at his dad's sarcasm I've been busy.

Andy: ….

Sam: beside I'm not going to just believe a mystery baby is mine because of a handwritten letter, there are tests to be made. Proper ways of handling things he gestured at the basket this isn't it. I don't exactly have diapers or milk laying around either. He sighed deep So my first priority is to try to get a hold of Meena and get to the bottom of it all.

Andy: He nodded confirming what about the baby? Are you going to portal jump around with her?

Sam: No. I hate to ask but can you keep an eye on her for a while?

Andy: Yeah, sure, I might have a couple things in my car as well you can have, in case she stays. At least it could save your ass till you can get to a supermarket tomorrow.

Sam: He sighed heavy Thanks dad. I'll be back as soon as possible, I promise.

Andy: Take your time, it's okay, I'll stay as long as you need me to he smiled soft and sat down next to the basket At least she's sleeping for now.

Sam: He sighed softly call me if it gets to be too much.

Andy: It wont, please, go fix your life, it's honestly starting to look like mine! He chuckled hoarsely

Sam: He squinted his eyes but said nothing, just quickly grabbed his coat and headed to his bedroom where he would set up the portal for Meena's place.

Andy: So what's your name anyway? He looked at the sleeping baby I'm Andy btw… he reached a greeting hand into the basket Nice to meet you…. oh you don't give hand…. shy?…. he shrugged lightly that's alright, you shouldn't talk to strangers anyway.

#unicorntales #Akin Lupei #Sam #Samuel Cullman Thompson #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson

[sublimeflowoftime]

“Sothis,” Sitri greets the ghostly girl, as soft as anything. “I am Lilian. Here is your gift — or the prelude to it.” The creaseless, rectangular card addressed to Sothis is unencumbered by any envelope. Its cream-colored face has been penned with an imitation of Fodlan's native script written by foreign hand, letters unevenly spaced and slanted in odd places. “When I asked around, no one had heard of you. It was almost as though you didn't exist. In this age, there are still people that question whether a tree makes a sound if its fall isn't heard. Do you really exist if you are not known to the world? I believe so. My gift to you cannot be contained in a letter. Tonight, I implore you to look upon the endless expanse of the night sky and revel in being an infinitesimal part of the wider universe." Following the instructions will grant view of a staging of colorful explosions overhead that spell the name Sothis for all the monastery to see, immortalizing a memory once nearly lost to time. Sitri does not leave, but watches the display beside the ghost of the Goddess in silence.

“Oh. Hello.” Sothis hardly notices the card for a moment, startled once again by someone saying her name. She’s not sure if she’ll ever become fully accustomed to being acknowledged.

Peering down at the letter, (and silently thanking this ‘Lilian’ for holding it for her, many don’t tend to have the courtesy to do that), her expression shifts through many different emotions, the most prominent being different forms of confusion.

She had entirely forgotten that she was to get something as well as a part of this. She didn’t particularly bother with specifying what she would want to end up with when she signed up anyway, so that part was certainly the last thing on her mind. Truthfully, it could’ve been a rock for all she cared. She signed up more for the intent of getting something for someone else, not for whatever she would get in return. That wasn’t what mattered to her at all.

Even so, this gift met her only requirements perfectly. She didn’t have to touch anything, and it wasn’t something like food so it wouldn’t be a waste of resources. But beyond that, it was… thoughtful? She had believed gifts were to serve a practical purpose, something to help later on down the line, or in the moment should the case may be, but this…

She can only stare up at the colors above, announcing an existence that even she herself was beginning to doubt not so long ago. She can’t tear her gaze away, can’t blink even long after it stops, just staring at the night sky. Something equally beautiful in its own way. Perhaps that may also be part of the gift.

She feels weird.

She brings a hand up to her face, slightly tapping beneath her eyes. Why does it feel as if her eyes are… leaking, slightly? Is this… ‘crying’?

No. No, that wouldn’t make sense. ‘Crying’ is something humans do in response to sadness. She doesn’t know what she feels, but she certainly doesn’t think it can be described as that. But…

She pulls her hand back and stares at it for a moment, then back up at the sky where the gift once was. She’s silent for a long, long moment. She doesn’t even know how long. Ironic, that someone so intricately intertwined with the flow of time itself can so easily lose track of it.

She glances to the side, flinching and jumping back as she suddenly remembers Lilian’s presence. She turns her face away as quickly as possible, covering it with her hand. “Ah! Uhm. You… did not… um…” She already knows it’s too late, she probably saw. She only hopes this moment of weakness isn’t spread throughout the monastery. That would be embarrassing.

She clears her throat, still hiding her less-than-ideal state with her hand as she fights to make her voice sound normal. “…Should your paths cross with the sender of this gift, do give them thanks on my behalf. I…” She trails off. No, something like this deserves direct thanks. Not one delivered by someone else. “…No. Never mind that. I shall do so myself. Please, do tell me; where might I find them?”

#{You may call me Sothis. But I am also known as… “The Beginning”. — IC} #{I’ll lend my strength! — Ask} #toaseasonsgreetings #//I SWEAR WHOEVER SENT THIS #//BITES YOU /pos #//I AM LOSING MY MARBLES ITS SO GOOD??? #//what if I cried #divinecrest

[botchedwriting]

MJF: So Go Ahead and Drive Me Insane.

pairing: mjfxfem!reader, platonic (kinda, anyway  — squint and you’ll see some flirting).

warnings: none, unless you count max being a brat.

summary: after an error that he insists the hotel made, mjf is left without the suite he booked. the reader comes to the rescue.

word count: 1,644.

“Do you know who I am, bozo?” You could hear Max long before you could see him and you cringed. You’d think after years of working together - both on the indies and now in AEW - you would have gotten used to him berating people, especially those lower on the totem pole and not as quick to defend themselves, but it never became less off-putting. Your pity went out to the poor front desk associate on the receiving end of his ire. Lord knows it was an easy thing to have happen. The wind blowing in the wrong direction was enough to send the man into a frenzy, demanding to speak to the manager and swinging his proverbial dick around. It was an all too common occurrence and you wanted no part of it.

For whatever reason, in these more escalated situations, Max had a tendency to seek you out. Sure, you were diplomatic enough to deescalate things but you never got the vibe that he wanted that. It always seemed to you like he just wanted someone to co-sign his bullshit, to play the devil on his shoulder and encourage his bad behavior. That wasn’t your style. Unlike him, you came from the lower-middle class. There were no hands out, no fancy clothes. You worked for everything you had and, most of the time, work meant minimum wage jobs pandering to customers just like him. You knew from first-hand experience that service workers were critically underpaid, overworked and any mistake made was thanks to human error as opposed to malicious incompetence. You weren’t going to be on his side so why get involved?

With his designer suit-clad back turned towards you, you kept your eyes straight ahead and made your way towards the elevator. You were on track for an easy escape when the associate glanced your way, probably hoping for you to save him. Max followed his gaze, whipping his head around and breaking out into a sly grin.

Damn it, you thought, I was on your side too.

“Hey, toots, come here!” Max bellowed at you. Instead of acknowledging him, you ducked your head and continued on your path. Someone with even an ounce of self-awareness would have realized they were being given the cold shoulder. Unfortunately, that was one trait he did not possess. Instead, his voice got louder and his antics more obnoxious. It was the snapping that irritated you enough to come stomping over.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced over at Max before you focused your attention on the hotel employee. “What’s going on?”

“This fucking idiot-” The question wasn’t directed at him, but Max was sure to answer anyway. A sharp look from you shut him up.

“Chill out, I wasn’t talking to you.” Again, you turned towards the employee, offering him a smile as your gaze dropped to his name tag before focusing on his visage. There was no way this kid was even old enough to drink and you were even more annoyed at your co-worker for lambasting him. “Todd,” you said, doing everything in your power to keep your voice even and kind, “What’s the issue?” Help is here now, kid.

“Well, uh,” Todd began, his voice practically dripping with anxiety, “we, uhm...” He trailed off as his gaze met Max’s. The older man was scowling now, chest puffed up and just as agitated as before. Sensing you were losing him, you tapped a manicured nail against the top of the desk, grabbing his attention. You nodded at him to continue. “We don’t have a reservation here under Mr. Friedman’s name.”

Max scoffed. “Bullshit!” He dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I’ve got the confirmation right here.” He didn’t pull it up, but he still shoved the phone in Todd’s face. “Tell him I should be here! Tell him I’m not some fucking rando, okay? I’m with the same God damn company everyone else who booked a room at this shit hole works for.”

The tirade was going to continue so before Max got the chance, you spoke again. “There’s no available rooms right now?” Reluctantly Todd shook his head. “Okay,” you breathed, wracking your brain for a solution. “What about the other hotels near here?”

“Well, because of the show...” He didn’t even need to say it. Double Or Nothing was a big event. With fans coming in from all over anywhere nearby would be booked too.

You knew you couldn’t just leave Max out here to harass this kid. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. I checked in earlier today.” Like he was supposed to, you wanted to add but didn’t. If Max could just follow one single normal procedure maybe this could have been caught before it was late at night and options were slim. “He’ll room with me tonight and tomorrow we’ll see if we can figure something else out, okay?” Todd nodded, confirming he was on board (as if he cared, all he wanted was this maniac away from him) so you looked over at the other member of this confirmation. “Seriously, Max, no more arguing. Let’s go.”

You turned and started, again, towards the elevator but stopped not long after when you realized he wasn’t following. He stood in the same spot, gaze flickering from his luggage to you and then back again. You knew what he was asking without him having to say it. “There’s not a chance in hell I’m grabbing your bags. Get them yourself so we can go.” You paused. “Please.”

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With only minimal complaints from your temporary roommate, you managed to get the both of you not only out of the lobby but in your hotel room. With the door shut and the bags on the floor, you made quick work of grabbing one pillow off the bed and setting it up on the sofa. Playing the good hostess, you looked over your shoulder at Max as you fluffed it. “Let me know if you need a blanket or something.”

“Excuse me?” He was incredulous, almost mocking and you stood up straight, shoulders stiffening as you now gave him your full attention. “I am not sleeping on that thing.” Okay, sure, it wasn’t the fanciest of accommodations. Something you knew he expected and was most definitely used to. But, last you checked, beggars couldn’t be choosers. “This isn’t the suite with a view that I booked. It’s bad enough I have to settle for... this. But now you want me to sleep on the couch? I won’t fit.”

“Jesus Christ, Max! Okay, what do you suggest then?” You’d do anything to placate him so you could end this conversation and get some rest.

“I get the bed and you sleep on the couch.” You stand corrected: not anything. 

“That’s not happening. This is my room so it’s my bed.” Maybe you should have left him in the lobby. He could have been literally anyone else’s problem but you made him yours.

“If it’s yours, that makes me your guest, and what kind of monster doesn’t make sure their guest is comfortable?” He shook his head and clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed in you before he kicked his shoes off. Hopping on top of the covers, he leaned back against the headboard and smirked. “Unless you plan on joining me, it’s about time I get my beauty sleep.”

“Fine! Scooch over.” You snatched up the pillow you’d just put down and threw it in the direction of the bed, purposely aiming for his surprised face. He definitely didn’t expect you to take him up on that. “I’m going to get changed and then you’re gonna let me get some sleep.”

With that, you grabbed your bag and headed to the bathroom. In desperate need of rest, you just threw your hair up and changed into your most conservative pajamas. The kind of guest you had tonight didn’t need to be impressed by your appearance.

When you returned, you spotted Max’s fancy suit jacket hung carefully over the back of the couch with the rest of his outfit meticulously folded next to it. Surprised, and suddenly worried about what you were about to see, you spun around, letting out a relieved sign when you saw him sitting on the bed in a pair of sweats and an AEW t-shirt. Rid of his pretentious attire, he almost looked approachable. “I didn’t know if you preferred the left or right, so I figured I’d wait for you before getting too comfortable. Wouldn’t want you waking up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“You’re fine where you are.” You appreciated the gesture but you had no preference. You’d sleep upside down if it meant you’d get to rest. “Okay, this is what we’re gonna do..” You trailed off, grabbing the first pillow you saw and putting it right in the middle of the mattress, creating a little barrier. “No crossing your side, got it?”

He laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Finally getting under the covers, he gave you one last look. “You’re the one who needs to worry about keeping their hands to themselves. No woman can resist all this.”

Settling in for the night yourself, you shook your head, the snarky retort you had never left your lips. “I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself. Goodnight, Max.”

The two of you were curled up on your sides, back to back with a flimsy piece of bedding in between. The silence had barely settled before Max was speaking again. “Hey, toots?”

“Mhm?” You hummed, lacking the energy to even complain about the pet name he’d bestowed upon you when you’d first met.

“You really saved my ass tonight. I just wanted to say I appreciate y - it.” He actually sounded sincere and you smiled into the darkness. 

“You’re welcome. Now, if you don’t go to sleep...”

#mjf imagine #maxwell jacob friedman imagine #aew imagine #mjf drabble #maxwell jacob friedman drabble #aew drabble #wrestling imagine #wrestling drabble #botchedwriting

[writinggremlin]

Why, hello there!!

Allow me to introduce myself. (NOW WITH MASTERPOST!! WOAHHHH!!!!) (found at the bottom. I need to remake this post from the ground up next year.)

I haven't really come up with a pseudo name for myself yet, so I guess "Gremlin" or "That One Chaotic Lil Shit. You Know The One!" will do for now. No DNI here btw. I am totally, 100%, definitely 19. So all of those 18+ blogs that are just checking for my age can move on now, haha!

...Why are they still here? And looking at me suspiciously? Y-- You guys can leave now! Shoo! Go on!

Well then. Anygayyyyy! Other than that, I guess the other important thing to mention is pronouns. You may use she/her or they/them. I honestly don't care which ones you use for me. Use one, use the other, or get a little wacky with it and change them out mid-sentence. Are you still talking about the same person? Or somebody else entirely? Who knows!

In addition to that, if you wish to refer to me as a little lad or fellow, I would definitely not complain!

Something else that's probably worth mentioning is that this is, indeed, a side blog, which means that the blog I'll be doing my likes and follows and such from, will not be this one. I don't put any mention of this blog on my other ones because I don't want that audience knowing about this. Besides, my mom's on here too, and she knows about my two other blogs. Yeah..... you probably get it lmao.

However, I don't mind this community knowing about my main stuff, so I'll give you guys a hint, because this is an easter egg hunt now apparently (/s /lh). Nah, but fr, I tend to like a post either immediately before, or after I reblog it. Also my pfp is a chaotic collage of our lord and savior, Spleens, the cat. All hail the Glow Cloud, and all hail Spleens, the cat.

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So. Now that the basic stuff is out of the way, it's time to get into some more blog-related things about me. Specifically when it comes to writing. So fuckle all of your seatbelts, because this may get long.

To start off, I initially just spontaneously created this blog to dump a lot of reblog stuff that I loved and didn't want to lose. That's not going to stop anytime soon. Buuuut, lately I've been feeling more confident to post random prompts and ideas, and maybe even a random blurb or two! So, there's that for the near future. Maybe. Possibly.

Next I'd like to mention that I have OCs!! Quite a few, to be exact. All with their own intricate lil storylines and a few unique settings! I love to scheme and keep plenty of secrets, as well as make some goofy references here and there. Just because I like to write some sad shit, doesn't mean that I can't have some fun with wacky stuff happening in the background too!

Anyway, the OCs of mine that I'll probably mention most around here right now are: Mist, Ember, Kage, and Onyx. (As for my whumper's, those two are Vivek and Lilium.)

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Hmm... what else...

Oh- uhm! Tropes I like and the squicks and stuff!

Tropes I enjoy:

• Delirium/Half-Conscious/Dazed

• Mind Control/Hypnosis/Brainwashing (I guess you could say that I tend to... lose my mind over this one)

• Drugged/Spiked

• Sick/Fever

• Just any loss of situational awareness, really

• Fainting (I'm tempted to write a tip post for this one, because there's some underrated things that I think some people might really like to mess around with! Also because I might've had a whole hyperfixation on this stuff.)

• Lab Whump (so fun to read, oddly difficult to write)

• Starvation

• Pushed to the limit, and then some. Doesn't matter who's doing the pushing.

The tropes I don't so much enjoy:

I don't really have any triggers when it comes to reading, but there are a few things that can make me uncomfy.

• Sexual Non-Con. (Gives the heebie jeebies)

• Oddly Specific/Unorthodox Whumps (Yanking teeth, yanking fingernails, putting something under fingernails, etc. More heebie jeebies.)

• Visually speaking, I recently learned that I get triggered by watching somebody who's obviously suffering/dying, but everybody around them tries to dismiss it or act like they're fine. It's fine to write and read (love it in word form, actually), but as soon as it's a video, I just can't.

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YIPPEE, A MASTERLIST!!!

OC intros

Mist

(One down... 15(?) more to go.)

The only OC piece I've posted so far (that may change soon 👀)

Prompts/Ideas (Feel free to use!! And please show me if you do, I'd love to see what you do with my funky lil scenarios!)

Baby's first contribution!

Blank slate

Secret punishments

Trapped

"I don't matter."

Suddenly ripped away

Stressed out caretakers

Eavesdropping caretaker

Helpful angst

Angy whumper

Dizzy whumpees

DISGUSTANG!

Chill out in the freezer

Chill out in the freezer (cont.)

Ask games that I am desperate someone contributes to. Please. My askbox is so empty that there's cobwebs forming in there.

Blog ask game

OC introduction ask game

93 OC questions

Oddly specific OC asks

Tags worth mentioning:

Check out #good soup for all of the good shit

#delicious soup is a tier above the good soup

#ultimate soup is the best of the best. The golden buzzer of soups. I am addicted to that post and regularly return to it. Only one post has it right now.

And that's all for now! Thanks for reading through all of this, and I hope you guys all have a great day/night/life!!

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

information on that thing that appeared a couple of times so far - demonstrated in a number of character description sheets, among other methods

(NOTICE: i forgot who made these three sheets)

alright. you got the sheets. now here's the words.

this fella's an ultrakill OC i cooked up with no prep time. wanted to make an angel-type, so i did. this gnc little fuck literally just exists because i willed it so. i love them with all my heart and i am tired. don't ask why they look so similar to @mythostrickytheclown, i could not tell you even if the devil tried to waterboard it out of me.

...hey i could make the two interact who knows

anyway. uhm. what else. OH YEAH LORE. hold on

so Asbeel's lore is as follows: they used to be a respected fighter, marketed as the Angel of Destruction and as the Father's left hand. however, an incident back in time immemorial led to Asbeel getting confused about what to destroy, and through calculating themselves into a hole, they misplaced themselves and razed a Heavenly citadel to the ground. hence, why they're so feared by the Armies of Heaven, and by proxy have the reputation that they do.

Asbeel, after this incident, was cut off from their halo and Fancy Little Details, which led to them forging themselves a crowbar for self defense. in another time immemorial, they were led to being +ENRAGED for the better part of forever, likely related to how no one wants to talk to them, let alone how they cannot talk to anyone - a restrictment forced upon them by the Holy Father in their creation.

they've always wanted to say hi to people, but they've never been able to since God's been around forever... but during Act III of ULTRAKILL, Asbeel is summoned to Treachery-4 /// Judeccca... and finally emits some form of communication, albeit infront of the one who's back they've broken back a billion eons ago or so - Gabriel. yes, they've broken Gabriel's back. no, this is not really important to their lore. just thought i'd include that.

also, as a brief aside, sorry about the run on sentences, i'm going for a marathon over here. /j.

also it's 2 am.

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okay returning to this it's conveniently midnight. forgot what day i wrote the 2 am stuff on. whatever man it was probably 4/28. as i was saying.

now, i can't Hyperlore like some people can, so i'm not... really trying here? i want to, but i can't, y'feel me?

the thing is, my brain is just... filled with rocks. all of the little neurons up there are too ouppy blorbo fixated onto Literally Anything Else, alternatively FUCKING NOTHING, for me to do anything good.

...i mean, that's how i see it. other people would probably like this (e.g. my friends in the steal town discord), but i don't.

suppose you could say i feel inadequate.

that's not important, i'm sorry.

back to lore.

now, Asbeel's lore was briefly touched on above in the 2 am blabberfest, but tonight i plan to go a little deeper.

Asbeel was primarily created by the Holy Father Thou Art in Heaven to function as a problem solving tool, for the problems that don't want to be solved and also don't seem important enough for the Big Boys such as Gabriel and Michael. one such example can be a rogue machine roamin' through Hell that needs judgement, or a ruler going a little too out of pocket for the Council's liking.

tl;dr, if a problem grew too annoying for the Council, and no one really felt it appropriate for the Armies, Asbeel got sent in to deal with it. pretty simple.

if there are no problems for Asbeel to deal with? they get to stand guard by gates that no one else has the time to guard. it was Very Very Boring for them but they couldn't complain because it was literally impossible for them to do such.

as Asbeel's time of "half problem solution, half gate guardian" has come to a close, and after them being used to punish Gabriel for losing to a fucking go-pro, they finally unlock the ability to Go Do Whatever... just as soon as they finish guarding the Council's personal chambers.

however... as you can tell, they didn't give a shit.

because Gabriel had other plans. you get it.

"No hard feelings, Asbeel?"

no hard feelings from Asbeel. they were tired of being used as a tool, but furthermore, they were tired from everything in general. they wanted to be peaceful, to greet those who felt too feeble to greet the other archangels. they may have hated humanity, but that doesn't mean they wanted to punish them.

humanity is dead.

not by Asbeel's doing, of course. that honor goes to the go-pro that defeated Gabriel not once, but twice now, and TWO of the strongest Prime Souls to ever exist. A SECURITY CAMERA defeated the most powerful creatures Asbeel ever had the chance to meet in person. what chance would they have against it?

whatever. Whatever. WHATEVER!! Asbeel doesn't give a shit. they'll destroy that blasted, glorified gun on legs. Gabriel couldn't, Minos couldn't. Not even fucking Sisyphus could. of course, Asbeel's likely small fry compared to that bloodthirsty blue fuck, but they couldn't care less. their fury knows no bounds. it will suffer. it will die. it will be annihilated.

Asbeel has something to say about it.

Soon.

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sorry, was that any good? i say again, i don't feel like it was.

anyway i'm gonna go write asbeel fighting that damned machine. seeya