#but it's easier to just say Alive. it's not Technically wrong

[deliciousdefendorinternet]

in Defence of Creek ( warning if your an Avid Creek Hater you may not want to read this 😂😂 )

ps. Branch will Hair strangle some guy he Barely knew who he didn't even care about for betraying them but doesn't do the same to his Jerkass Brothers who let him down his whole life 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️.

anyway onto the topic at hand 😂😂😂😂

Creek gets an unfair Rap in my opinion sure he technically betrayed the village but when you examine the story of the first film he literally had no other choice.

as there's no other scenario that didn't end with him being Horribly Eaten as soon as he was picked by Chef for Gristle Jr to eat and taken out of the cage his fate was sealed.

unlike the rest of the snack pack he didn't have the option of sitting around waiting on the off chance Poppy would Rescue them.

we see in the Betrayal scene he was literally in Gristle's mouth before he finally played the only card he could and said he'd do what ever they wanted him to do.

and from then on he was kept in Gristle's locket around his neck which I have to say was Horrible poor guy was stuffed in their with no space or light or even air given how tight it was.

and he was kept there until eventually being moved out of the locket and put into Chef's waist bag just before the snack pack got the Locket from Gristle and were then captured by Chef.

and from that point like Creek himself said there was literally nothing else he could do that wouldn't result in him being killed straight away by Chef.

this is what rubs me the wrong way about the movie trying to make him into a villain he has no real agency in the betrayal it'd be a little easier for me to Judge him.

if he was kept in the cage with the Rest of the Snack Pack so he had the option of just having faith in Poppy someone he claimed to care about.

coming to save them but instead he took the more cowardly action and offered to sell everyone out early on in order to save himself then I feel it'd work a little better.

but having him be plucked from the cage early on and literally only betray everyone when he was on the verge of being eaten just makes him a victim in my eyes.

like I'm sorry but he can't be blamed too much for anything he does at that point he's just a normal civilian who's life was put in danger by negligent leaders ( cough Peppy cough ).

he technically wasn't obligated to die then and there and the whole situation with him selling out the Village is a classic Trolley Problem sure its easy to Judge.

from the outside but when we're on the verge of being gruesomely murdered who's to say what each of us would do in the moment to stay alive.

basically its Chef's actions and she's the one to blame not Creek dude was a literal Hostage who had been kidnaped Humiliated by being shoved in a taco and sprinkled with spicy stuff.

and then nearly eaten and then crammed into a tiny locket for presumably Hours and then crammed into a waist bag like how is this guy not the victim here?

and some people do like to point to how he behaved about the whole thing telling Poppy he's doing it for her but I'm sorry that doesn't change anything in my eyes.

sure its an unusual reaction but its also an unusual situation and I see it more as him weakly attempting to justify it to himself since he does admit he wishes there was another way but is promptly reminded by Chef that there isn't.

his Reaction isn't Great but it doesn't change the situation and make him some pure evil person.

a little autistic maybe? given the weird response to an emotional situation he has but yeah it doesn't make him worse in my eyes.

basically to end things the film as well as the fandom that villainise him seem to basically be saying that he should have just laid down and accepted his gruesome fate the first time.

and the movie even ends on a cruel irony of still being eaten along with Chef.

which for Chef is ironic in a karmic way but for Creek its just kinda sad tbh so the film's saying his death was decided at the start and he's a villain for not accepting it the first time.

and as punishment he meets the same fate in the end anyway.

I thought this was a Trolls film not a Final Destination film lol.

anyway even tho its separate cannon I was Happy when he was Revealed to still be alive in TBGO sure I feel his Return could have been written way better.

but Regardless I'm Glad he's still alive he didn't deserve to die and also the movie cannon never contradicts the tv show cannon in Terms of Creek's survival.

so yeah he could very well still be alive in the movies as well sorry Haters 😅😅😅😅.

#Youtube #trolls #trolls creek #dreamworks trolls #trolls the beat goes on #trolls tbgo #trolls dreamworks #Trolls #Trolls Creek #Trolls The Beat Goes On #Trolls TBGO #trolls creek defence #sorry not sorry haters 😂😂😂😂

[theemissuniverse]

MK 1 MEN REALIZE YOU’RE TOUCH STARVED

SUMMARY : Basically they’ve been super busy so they hadn’t been worried about sex until they realize how needy you really are. Fem reader.

WARNINGS : (MDNI)! praise, unsafe p in v, riding, cumming, some other stuff I probably forgot

MASTERLIST

LIU KANG

You were practically starving for intimacy. Your boyfriend, Liu Kang had his hands full with Earthrealm itself and you couldn’t even help him.

Liu Kang had forbid you to get involved in Earthrealm business because in the previous timeline, when Raiden brought you in it you had died. So, he wanted you to continue your normal life.

Though, Liu Kang made sure you were a worthy fighter just by the chance that maybe one of his enemies would try and hurt you. You would know how to defend yourself.

It had been weeks, close to a month. Liu Kang was there emotionally but was not there physically. You knew he was busy but god, did you think he wasn’t attracted to you anymore.

You were reading your book in the living room when you heard the door open. You didn’t bother to look up because you knew it was Liu Kang.

Liu Kang locked the door behind him. “Good evening, my love.” He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on the head. “How was your day?”

“Great until you got here.”

You were a very sarcastic individual so Liu Kang just took it as a sign that you were being sarcastic. Liu Kang sat beside you. “Did you eat today?”

Trying not to be annoyed was hard but you were so frustrated that you couldn’t hold it in. You slammed your book shut and got up from the couch. “I can’t even read a book in my own home.” You marched to your room.

Liu Kang now understood you were angry at him. He just didn’t understand why.

When you walked in the room, you shut the door and locked it. Then you turned around and there you faced the Fire God himself. You jumped back, startled. “I hate when you do that.”

“(Y/N), if I’ve done something wrong then you need to open up. We talked about this.”

That was true. Liu Kang did talk to you about you opening up more to him and communicating with him. It was just hard for you because you never really liked talking about your feelings. Especially embarrassing ones.

You sighed and placed the book on your dresser. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so mean to you. I’m just…frustrated.”

Liu Kang gently took your hands in his. “Whatever it is, we can face it together. Tell me what has you so frustrated.”

You bit your lip, not wanting to even look at him. “It’s just…you haven’t really…” You trailed off. Lucky and unlucky for you, Liu Kang was a patient man and he waited for you to say it. “You know…and I just feel touch starved.”

Liu Kang now understood what you meant and he could only smile. “I’m sorry, my love. I did not mean to. I am God and because I’ve been alive for so long, I don’t really have the physical needs as you do.” He brought you closer to his warmth. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you.” Liu Kang gave you a sweet kiss on the lips. “Next time, just ask.”

You smiled shyly. “It’s embarrassing to ask…”

“You should feel comfortable to ask me.”

“Well technically you’re the one that made me so uncomfortable, creator so who’s really at fault here? So ha!”

Liu Kang shook his head and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “You, my one and only, are so strange.”

You were in a panting mess. Liu Kang was on top of you while you laid on your back. Your moans were uncontrollable and you were mad at him again for making you wait so long to feel like this.

Liu Kang watched you pant and he was mad at himself that he made you wait so long to feel this good.

Having sex with a god was always more pleasurable because well, he was a god. It was so much easier to get you to cum. It only took three minutes. Sometimes even two.

“Keep going, love. You’re almost there.” Liu Kang told you.

You made short breaths out as you were close to your release. You felt all around Liu Kang’s chest trying to hold onto something. “Oh, god. Oh Liu. I can’t.”

Liu Kang kissed your lips. He knew that sex with him was ten times more pleasure able than if he were human. “Breathe in and out, my love.” He watched as you took some breaths in and out. He caressed the left side of your face. “You’re doing so good.”

You felt your release close. “I’m so close. Please.”

“I got you.” Liu Kang held onto your thighs and continued to go at his slow and hard pace. “Cum on me, my love.”

You felt the wave of your orgasm wash all over you. Liu Kang didn’t stop until you had came over him completely.

He pulled out of you. Then leaned down to kiss you on your lips. His lips then went to your neck and your shoulder. “Never make me wait that long again.” You told him.

Liu Kang chuckled against kissing your skin. “I won’t, lovely.”

JOHNNY CAGE

You never thought in your life span that you would crave for Johnny Cage but you did. He was your boyfriend now so you should’ve been used to the feeling.

But it had been a whole week. A week that Johnny did not have intimacy with you which you found to be extremely weird. I mean you two would have sex at least five times a week so you could not believe he wasn’t on you.

You had to be the stay at home girlfriend while he made his new movie. You couldn’t even stand being around him anymore because that’s how touch starved you were.

But you were not going to initiate it because he always initiated it and you were not going to give him the satisfaction of how badly you wanted him.

You couldn’t hide your attitude towards him.

You finished making dinner. Johnny was back from work. “Babe! I’m back! It actually was better than yesterday.” He came into the kitchen and set his things on the counter.

Johnny came up behind you and hugged you. He kissed your cheek. “Damn you look hot cooking.”

Yup. You couldn’t hold your attitude back. You pushed his arms off of you. “Clearly, I don’t.” You mumbled under your breath.

He heard you though. He was confused. Of course you were. You were the hottest girl he knew. “What are you talking about, babe?”

You walked away from the stove and got out plates. You set them on the counter. “There’s dinner. I’m gonna take a nap.”

You walked into the bedroom and were about to close the door behind you but Johnny was too fast for you.

Johnny forced the door open and you rolled your eyes at him. You started walking over towards the bed, fixing the sheets while he stood in the doorway. “What’s up with you? Did I do something?”

“It’s what you didn’t do.”

Johnny looked at you completely confused. You were mad that he didn’t do something? “Baby, you gotta help me out here because I’m lost.”

You angrily folded the sheets before turning to look at him. “Are you cheating on me?”

Johnny’s eyes went wide at the accusation. “What?” He stepped closer in the room to close some of the distance. “(Y/N), I’m not cheating on you. What could possibly make you think that?”

You scoffed at him and you turned your attention back on the bed. “I highly doubt that thee Johnny Cage can go a week without having sex.”

That’s when Johnny put the puzzle pieces together. He laughed a little. “Babe, seriously?” He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Aw, I knew you wanted some of this Johnny Cage.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you. “No. I don’t. I’m just stating it’s weird.”

“(Y/N), I’ve just been busy with the movie. Nothing weird has been going on. I promise.” He went back behind you and wrapped his arms once again around you. He started to kiss your neck. “If you wanted me, you could’ve just said something.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s embarrassing.”

Johnny turned you around so you were facing him. He gave you an amused look. “Oh? So it’s embarrassing when I ask you all the time?”

You crossed your arms at him. “That’s different. You’re a man.”

“(Y/N). Just get your sexy ass in the bed.”

He watched you as you could barely ride him. It amused him a little. You were begging to have him but you were in too much pleasure to ride him the way you wanted.

Johnny didn’t have his hands on you as he wanted to see how far you could go without needing any help.

It wasn’t long.

“Oh my god. Johnny, I can’t.”

“You wanted this babe. You gotta ride me yourself.” He said smugly. He rubbed your nipples a little causing you to moan. “You tell me you love me though and I’ll help you.”

“I love you. I love you so much. Please. It feels too good.”

Johnny chuckled and grabbed onto your hips. He then started to move you up and down at a good fast pace. You weren’t doing any work. “I love you too, baby.”

You moaned loudly feeling your clit constantly hit him over and over again. “Yes. Please.”

Johnny let out a grunt at the new pace and your moans combined. “Damn I missed this.” His right hand traveled lower to smack your ass and then went back to your hip. “I’m never missing out on this again.”

Your hands were on his chest as you rode him. You felt yourself starting to inch close to your release. “I’m almost there. Oh shit. Yes.”

“Come on, baby. Cum on me. You can do it.”

His words made you lose it. You threw your head back. “I’m cumming. Oh god, Johnny.”

Johnny groaned as he felt you cum on him. He helped your ride out your entire orgasm. “There you go. I knew you could do it.”

You tried to control your panting as you sat on him. You didn’t make him pull out on you.

When he saw this, he rubbed your hips gently. “You alright, babe?”

You nodded. You leaned to kiss him on the lips and then you went back to riding his dick again. He moaned. “I want more.”

Johnny had no complaints.

RAIDEN

With Raiden being Earthrealm’s champion it made him quite busy. You didn’t like it. He didn’t have any time for you and you were getting quite touch starved. It had been two weeks.

You were even more pissed when you found out that he was in Outworld helping Princess Kitana with something. Oh, that enraged you.

You were jealous. I mean, Kitana was a princess and you were just some Earthrealmer. You couldn’t really compete with that.

Washing the dishes, Raiden walked into the house. “I’m so glad to be home.” He walked to where you were at and kissed you on the cheek. “Hello, my heart.” He started to rub your back soothingly. “I missed you.”

“Go miss Kitana.” You told him bluntly and pushed him off of you.

He looked at you very confused. Raiden turned off the water and forced you to look at him. “What are you talking about, (Y/N)?”

You sighed a little, feeling bad that you were rude to him. “Nothing.”

“Is something troubling you? You know you can always talk to me.”

You bit your lip, slightly embarrassed at what you were going to say. “It’s just…you haven’t been around to…” Raiden waited patiently to hear you. “Make love with me and I feel like all your attention is on Kitana.”

“Oh, my heart.” Raiden lifted your chin up and gave you a kiss on the lips. “Trust me, I would spend all my time with you if I could but Lord Liu Kang has me going on missions that pertain to Outworld.” Raiden started to kiss your neck with sweet kisses. “I would make love to you every day if I could.”

You sighed happily at the kisses that were being placed on your neck. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so snippy with you.”

Raiden shook his head as he faced you. “You’re frustrated. I understand. Allow me to make you feel better.”

Raiden was eating you out as you laid on your back, his head between your thighs. You tugged on his hair. He licked all the right places and sucked on your clit greedily.

You moaned loudly. His hands were on your thighs and he continued to eat you out like you were his last meal. One thing about Raiden was that he knew how to eat pussy.

“Raiden. Yes. Oh god.”

He lifted his head from your pussy and licked his fingers. He then placed the fingers on your clit and started to rub it in circles.

You moaned louder and played with your breasts. Raiden watched you and licked his lips as he saw you throw your head back.

Raiden leaned over and kissed you on the lips, making you taste yourself. He wasn’t really a big tongue kisser but when he was horny, Raiden was the best tongue kisser in the world.

He licked the bottom of your lip before licking all over in the inside of your mouth. You moaned and tried to use your own tongue but when you did, Raiden wrapped his lips around it and sucked all over it.

You moaned incoherent nonsense and Raiden pulled away. “You look so pretty like this.”

The circles on your clit didn’t stop. You rubbed all over his chest. “Raiden please. I’m so close.”

When you said that, Raiden kissed you one last time. “I can’t wait to taste all of you in my mouth.”

Raiden went back between your legs and ate you out again. You moaned at the harsh licks and the way he sucked on your clit at a steady pace.

“Raiden. Oh god. Raiden. I’m cumming.”

He ate you out through out the entirety of your orgasm. Even to the point when you were done. You tried to push him off of you. “Too sensitive.”

Raiden came up from pussy and kissed you on your breasts. “Come on, love. You can’t give me one more?”

You couldn’t help but give in to Raiden’s words. You nodded and he smiled before going back down on you.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #mk #mk1 #liu kang #liu kang x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #raiden #raiden x reader #mk raiden #kitana

[percy-puppy]

Pairing: Obsessed!Stalker!Ghostface x Reader

Summary: Nobody asked him to, yet Ghostface becomes the God of revenge for you, bringing down everyone who has ever wronged you.

CW: 18+ Content | MDNI | Murder, Gore, Fake Friends, Cheating, Sexual Harassment, Mentions of Knifeplay, Male Masturbation, Reader gets called girl (1) time.

A/N: @mothymunson proofread as always & was the one I just spammed with the idea out of the blue, so… thanks, bestie! 💘

Your friends are getting killed one by one.

It starts with your boyfriend—Leading to you finding out he had an affair with your best friend the whole time.

Your other so-called friends? The whole group knew. “It just wasn't our thing to tell, you know…?” - “What can you do? They just fell in love.” The worst thing? You didn't expect your friends to react any differently.

They always were some fucked up blend of bullying snakes mixed with confidantes, but you kept them close as they are all the friendship you know.

Even if your boyfriend is dead, the betrayal sits deep inside your bones. There is no justice in any of this. Especially with your best friend now getting all the attention as she is “broken-hearted” about losing “her” man.

You're so upset and all alone. Where are your friends? Why aren't they consoling you?

Ghostface.

He sees it all. Has seen it for a while.

He saw your best friend with your boyfriend on his way home… well, to your home.

He heard your friends all laugh behind your back, mock you, talk shit, and make plans that actively excluded you.

He just wants you happy. You deserve it, but your friends are like an infection you don't know how to get rid of and go no contact.

So he does what he can do best.

He removes the diseased meat before it can spread.

Piece by piece.

One by one.

They need to suffer for all the times they made you cry, for all the times they made you think you're unlovable.

And you deserve some peace of mind to close the chapter of this rotten relationship you had—So it starts with a heart in a box at your doorstep.

It's in the cutest box, wrapped like a present. It's your boyfriend’s.

He promised it to you, after all. And since he didn't keep his promises, Ghostface ensures you at least get what you’re owed.

Then they find your best friend with her hands cut off and stuffed down her throat.

She's choking on the fact that she touched what was yours. Somebody say again that Ghostface doesn't have an excellent sense of humor.

But since you're his special girl, he doesn't even stop there. He takes care of you and all those pesky little problems in your life.

And it's brutal.

Bloody.

None of them had a quick death, and fairly, they deserve it.

That college teacher who had it out for you ever since you reported him for his inappropriate comments?

“Somebody” tied him to the back of his car and went on a little road trip with him hauled after.

Shame.

What a shame.

You hate to admit it, but you're glad they're gone. Yes, you're scared you're next cause you don't know that Ghostface does it all for you, but for the first time, you feel free.

If the killer keeps going like this, soon nothing and no one is left from your old life. Maybe, if you make it out alive, you can actually start a new life somewhere new.

And all the while you're going through a moral crisis and worry for your safety, Ghostface has the time of his life.

Killing was never more fulfilling.

He is technically changing the world.

Your world.

Making your life better and easier.

Your fights are his now. Your grudges are his.

Even if you buried the hatchet, he digs it back up.

Funnily enough? When police question you… When Gale Weathers pops up and starts snooping and asking if you know something, anything, you conveniently forget to mention how, weeks ago, all of your old diaries vanished from the attic.

You also forget about the late-night calls with the freak on the other side, breathing heavily, slick sounds hinting at him jerking off as he love-bombs you.

You think you lost the fear of Ghostface. He is like a phantom out to watch over you—Almost like a guardian angel.

Maybe he will turn up at your house at some point. Perhaps he will bring the knife and hold it to your throat while he does all the dirty things he promises you over the phone.

Speaking of… it rings again.

“Hello, little bunny. What's your favorite scary movie?”

#percy writes #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #ghostface smut #dark!ghostface #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x female reader #ghostface x fem!reader #ghostface x afab!reader #scream x reader #scream x you #scream x yn #scream smut #ghostface blurb #ghostface one shot

[ntls-24722]

the gimmick makes it hard for travis to realize whether or not he's joking.

God I am in love with their dynamic

Because of the gimmick in place where Bighand told him outright when they first met that "Bighand isn't real and no one will believe you," Bighand is this fae creature to Travis who deals information about himself vaguely or through halftruths and through the very flawed gimmick of "If Bighand was real" - And the reason why I say it's flawed is that Bighand doesn't see himself as Bighand, and also doesn't know a lot about his own myth

So whenever Travis asks him things about Bighand, he answers with regards to Bighand canon. He answers harmless questions correctly both to Bighand lore and himself, some questions he answers only in regards to Bighand (Like his age - The legend of Bighand/Bigfoot is 65 years old but HE is 77), but for deeper questions he genuinely doesn't know the answer to because he hasn't been up to date with Bighand lore.

A big thing as well is that Bighand doesn't see himself as Bighand because, well, that's not his name. So, technically, those answers weren't lies.

It's also not DJMM because he's not an animatronic, he is alive just not very convincingly (not to mention his organic to inorganic ratio fluctuates with environmental changes), and what loving mother would ever name their child "Deejay Music Man", especially since he's likely older than Music Man (though, not the musical. By 1 year)

His name... is a secret third thing! D'Jhimn. From working with Fazbear, over time, his name just kind of... became DJMM. First it was spelled different to be pronounced easier ("Dijimm", which is still pronounced wrong), then it became "DJ MM" to fit his new occupation as a DJ, but because of that spelling they thought he was in the Music Man line of design and then he became DJMM, short for DJ Music Man. And then "Bighand/The Yeti," out of completely left field.

He wants to trust Travis especially because he isn't a cryptid/cryptozoologist freak (him trying to figure D'Jhimn out is not because he's trying to solve a mystery, he just wants to befriend him), but D'Jhimn doesn't actually know the end goal of cryptozoologists/Bighand hunters, whether it's to poach him or study him, and that's the main reason why he's been so vague.

Once they are on friend terms he eventually DOES tell Travis his name so he can ask about D'Jihmn and not some myth he knows nothing about

#sad other thing but d'jhimn almost forgot his name because he hadn't heard it in so long #also i realized their age has is 45 years. #blame travis for going after gilfs in his local forest #ntls-24722 #djmm #dj music man #Bighand #Travis #(almost) daily music man

[cuprohastes]

What is this Hu-man thing you call Gen-Dar?

The Station administrators pulled Dave the Human in for a little meeting.

"On a scale of one to immediately calling my Union Rep, how much have you found out about?" Asked Dave, a man who who could be described as exceedingly unproblematic.

The human admin, Eoin O'Patel perked up. "We have a Union?" He asked with interest. "Who's the rep?"

"It's Un-Named Male. I didn't tell him yet."

"Oh..." said O'Patel, disappointed. "No, no. Well I mean, you're not in trouble, we just want you to cause some."

Dave shot a look at the Atrix Administrator, Don't Make Me Come Down There. Ma for short.

Ma gave Dave a thumbs up. Well OK.

"Sooo...?" Said Dave sitting up, because things were about to be Interesting.

Dave The Human, Garf and Un-Named Male were in the Caf, examining the stack of "Unions and how to Start One" leaflets that had been delivered to Un-Named Male when Dave sauntered in, in brand new overalls: Specifically Atrix overalls, tailored to size, including one of the armbands that are usually covered in badges.

Garf looked bemused and flickered several colours and patterns.

Un-named male said "Graaaaak..."

Dave The Human didn't say anything because she was stuffing her face.

"No it's not cultural appropriation actually. As of today, by special permission of O'Patel and Ma, I am officially an Atrix." Dave said and posed. "Just for a week. I'm moving into that spare room on the Atrix deck. Ma reckons it'll make keeping the moss alive easier."

"Seems a bit extra for some moss gardening." Dave The Human said, licking her claws.

"Oh no. It just turned out to be handy. See, the Station is getting a visit from a certain bunch of pointy heads from a nation that dare not breathe it's name in polite society and we merry three... four, sorry Un-Named, are getting to play with them."

"Oooh!" Said Dave The Human. "This gon' be good."

Interview 1

The first interview performed by Pinkerton Finke put him in a sour mood. He was a congressionally appointed official, on an important fact finding tour - Facts that supported the narrow world view of his employers, naturally - And he felt he was due some respect.

He said as much to his assistant, Loris. Good girl, very competent, possibly worth keeping on when her looks started to go, he thought.

Loris looked over that the other seat across the desk, upon which was sitting a large scaled individual. They had two long arms with three claws, and two smaller arms tucked up into a front pocket, a ludicrously long neck and shiny black button eyes just in front of a pair of soft ears - Possibly the only thing soft bout them. They appeared to have a set of scales that moved in unsettling ways and were painted in tacky colours.

"Is that... Nail polish?"

The creature noddes. "Pinking of you." It said. Loris wrote that down and Finke seethed at the irrelevance.

"You are... a... a Tuh-sin?" He said clearly and slowly.

The creature stared back dumbly then said "No? I'm human."

Finke looked down at his notes. The first interviewee was listed as Dave. Obviously Loris had added 'The human' for him. Idiot girl. Of course someone called Dave was human.

"I think you're in the wrong room. I'm waiting for someone called David."

"Nah mate. It's Dave, innit? Dave The Human. 'S me."

Finke felt his blood pressure going up. "No I'm supposed to interview one of the technical staff, from the human contingent posted here on matters of..."

The creature held up a hand. "Yer. 'S me. Dave The Human. 'Cos I'm officially human like, and I'm class three for some of the really twiddly bits of the life support. Real twiddly. So what's the craic?"

Loris slid her tablet over showing that for some deranged reason, the creature was indeed listed as Dave The Human and on the payroll as officially human.

"Jesus ffff... OK. I'm inquiring as to the attitudes to gender conformity on this place. It has come to the attention of some very highly placed people that attitudes are somewhat lacking in moral fibre. So tell me... David, if you understand the proper, moral stance on gender."

"Oh wot? Pff. Easy mate. Marriage is one Big Guy, Two small guys, two small women and a Big Lass to yell at them all to wash their claws. Don't worry, if you ain't got enough small women, just get extra small guys, they'll switch over after a few months."

Finke slowly went red in the face, and for some reason this prompted the Dave creature to pull out a small fruit and put it carefully on the desk. "Here y'go. OK, got stuff to do. Nice meetin' ya." He said and ambled out.

Interview 2

"Ok next up is an Atrix. Phalanges Mitten." Said Loris.

A human walked in, dressed as an Atrix and sat down.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Is this a joke?" Finke said.

"Nope, said Phalanges Mitten, definitely an Atrix who looked a lot like Dave the Human. "Tell you what, want to speak to the community leader for the Atrix population?"

Finke thought about it. "Very well." He said and Phalanges yelled, "GARF YOU'RE UP!" Without getting up.

A two meter tall purple dinosaur shouldered her way in and leaned back on her short tail. "Hey Phalanges. Having... an issue?"

Finke stared up. Christ they're a lot bigger than he'd assumed.

"Yeah, Fink here says i'm not Atrix enough." He said and Garf tutted. "Well Station Admin checked with the homeworld and I'm empowered to act as ambassador pro-tem, and I can tell you Phalanges has the support of the Atrix." She said smoothly.

Finke could feel a headache coming on. "Very well... I'm inquiring as to the attitudes to gender conformity on this place. It has come to the attention of some very highly placed people that attitudes are somewhat lacking in moral fibre. So tell me... Phalanges, if you understand the proper, moral stance on gender."

Phalanges sniffed. "Oh sure. There's only the one. Size."

Finke stared. Phalanges stared back. Garf ate a sandwich. Loris made a strangled sound that Finke couldn't hear over the sound of his blood pressure rising.

"Are you..." he started and Phalanges talked over him.

"Simple. You start out small and you do the best you can and then you get bigger and you do the best for others, and in between if you feel like fertilising an egg when you're small or producing one when you're bigger, well that's nobody's business, but there's somethings that are easier when you have more body mass."

Finke went with his first reaction. "Bullshit."

And so Garf flipped up the flap on her coveralls stuffed both hands in and hauled a purple iguana in a hawaiian shirt out and dumped him on the desk.

Finke shrieked and the lizard said "Grak!"

"What the hell?" He asked. "If this is your pet..."

Phalanges inhaled sharply. "Ooh. I wouldn't..."

"...Kid?"

"That's my husband." Said Garf in tones that made the room's heating elements click in.

"He's an adult." Said Phalanges.

The iguana, made a modulated grackling noise, and Phalanges said "He said, 'That makes four of us'. Ooh, burn."

Finke glared at the lizard who stared back and changed colour. He wondered how much trouble there would be if he swatted it.

"The thing is, Fink, we know who you are, what you represent, and you've showed up on a station where most of the humans aren't from your nation, and over half of everyone isn't even from Earth. None of us are planning on subscribing to your views, or supporting them. And if you had the wit of it, you'd never have come. But here you are, on the station, with little to no actual authority, nosing around and trying to recruit..."

Finke felt a cold flush.

"... And so you get to go back and climb under your rock. Loris? Your contract came through. "

"What?" Gasped Finke. "Contract? See here, she's my..."

Loris slapped him on the back of the head with a tablet, saying "That was always your problem. You thought I was yours." Then she dropped the tablet on the desk and walked out.

Finke looked down at it in shock where the words "I Quit" were scrawled across it, already planning what he was going to do to tht snip of a... and... Oh crap. He slapped a hand over the table and flipped it over before anyone saw what else was on it, just in time for the iguana to hand him a subpoena with a smug "Grak".

"You've been served mate." Said Phalanges. "Your ass backward views are the least of your worries. You really should have been nicer to the woman who handles your dirty secrets."

"Why Dave?" Asked Ma.

O'Patel looked at the service record for Dave, which showed the name Dave being added to the record about three months after Dave's arrival. He didn't look further. No need to look at deadnames.

"Oh you know. No ties to that country. No blowback if things get nasty." He said. "I hope there was no trouble form Homeworld?"

"Mm. No. Central rather enjoyed the idea I think. As for Phalanges, he... officially She I suppose... has been fine, though we'd like him out of the Atrix section before the lighting cooks his eyes. It's a lot higher UV and I know that's harder for Human eyes to deal with. But between you and I and Garf's recomendation, if Dave ever defects, we might go as far as finding him a little guy."

O'Patel chuckled indulgently. "If he ever feels like he needs to defect, I'll help him pack." He said. "Talking of which I hear the new PA is doing quite well." He added shooting a look toward where Loris was flirting with the big female everyone called Dave.

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Ok that's it. I actually have three drafts of this that didn't pan out.

If you liked it, comment, because I love getting comments!

#Dave the human #Station Stories #tsin #atrix #trans #humans are space orcs #Humans being weird little guys

[khaleesiofalicante]

hi dont mind me , i am writing this just after reading the chapter and with swollen eyes with how much i cried for other max, fuck this is worse than the last two chapters, i havent cried this much ever. you have such a brilliant mind i love it.

also i loved magnus in this chapter as well. as well as rafe it seems so much easier to understand them once you see the consequence of lucifer. also

also wtf was wrong with alec, like pointing an arrow is one thing but shooting a version of your kid, wow wasnt max supposed to be his fav technically like a bit biased not saying fav fav. i mean i get it, rafe is his kid of that timeline who is being threatened but shooting max was a bit too much for me from alec. i get it they dont completely understand max but atleast try to see from his side. i knew since arthur died and other max didnt tell it was all part of the plan and lance was aiming to be dead as per him. but it was a bit weird that magnus was more worried about the general health of his kids than alec (which idk just makes him colder to his kids, like almost superficial in a sense, u know what i am not making sense, its 1:36 am ist rn and i have just cried since 12 am bc of this chapter) but i know i am feeling a general sense of disappointment for alec generally in this chapter and like the whole fic in gen and not bc of other things just his take on well being(which used to be my fav thing abt him) which rafe often seems to be more in tune with than alec and yes i know he isnt the main character but idk why this got stuck i have just finished reading it literally so i will come back and write more about other max)

but anyways this was such a good hauntingly beautiful chapter. i loved it really so much. I think it was our max that went thro to the portal so when max came to he was in the changed timeline of whatever max did ? i think. my heart just went out for other max and what he had to deal with, like david suicide was something i saw coming but baby max doesnt deserve all the bad things happening to him in any universe, i knew there was a reason he has always been my fav even when he is annoying. like even in canon like cassie universe, since i started the books from 4th tmi book and then finished the whole series, max was literally the first character i knew of after the tmi novel like outside of his characters and i loved the little blueberry character since the start, always, (maybe also why alec's behaviour stuck odd to me, bc i love his and max relationship so much) bten has always been my fav story( again the alec-max relationship my fav). i literally bought my first tsc novel to be ttosa for him, just for his story ( and bane chronicles bc magnus being a fav is a canon event) i love him so much. bless just let him be alive and happy to some extent dani, that is all i ask

If it is any consolation, I cried a lot writing that chapter too. LIKE A LOT.

About Alec - I think it was a very Alec think to do. If you notice, he was the only one who was sceptical of Other Max - WHICH IS GOOD. This man could be Lucifer for all they know and one of them needed to be rational (i feel the shooting was very much reactional than intentional). But yes, among the LB fam, alec is the rational one and i think his reaction to Other Max, including the "how do we know you are saying the truth" is very practical of him. (i am a lbaf alec defender byeeee)

We don't actually know if Max changed the canon event. All we know is that Other Max didn't. If he did, he'd remmeber it.

Love all the love for Max. He is truly the bestest ;)

#lbaf

[neonponders]

Flip Reverse It

Monday 27th March

Fluff: 🌌 Stargazing 🌌 

@harringrove-flip-reverse-it​

• • •

Billy exhaled smoke like he didn’t want it to leave his lungs. Slow. It made his lips stay open and puckered. Kiss ready as he stared up at the mercurial sky, with its red clouds.

“I can’t believe this place has stars.”

Steve leaned against the Camaro as he looked up - or down. Fuck, Billy didn’t know the right terminology. Everything about this place and the last year of his life had been wrong.

Even the Camaro he sat on was wrong. It wasn’t his. It was some beat up thing in the car junk yard with holes eaten out of it by rust and who knew what else.

Billy had already figured out that this Upside Down place was fucked. The newspapers around town were all dated well before he even knew Hawkins, Indiana existed, let alone moved here.

One thing about stopped time, though:

It was a hell of a medicine for fatal injuries.

Billy had technically been bleeding out, inundated with chemical poisoning, and probably a long list of other things since July fourth, 1985. But in a dimension that’s locked in November 6th, 1983...he’s stuck. Too alive and not enough dead. Quite a fete for someone who should be in a grave circa March 1986.

Steve took the cigarette from him and Billy let him. Fucked up circumstances did that: easy friendships. Steve had shown up in the Upside Down shirtless and drenched apart from a grocery bag haphazardly protecting a flashlight and a box of cigarettes.

The rest is now.

Or history.

Or Billy’s future but Steve’s past.

Vice versa, maybe.

Whatever. It was a lot easier to just go with the flow when circumstances got way past a guy’s breaking point. Whatever beef he and Steve Harrington had felt like an ancient rumor from someone else’s life.

Still, Billy taunted, “I thought the King didn’t smoke. The princess doesn’t like it.”

Steve made a face around the filter between his lips. “Nancy and I have been over for months, dude. You were there for that.”

Billy smirked. “Yeah. I meant the ice cream one.”

Steve’s smoke left him in a rush above his head when it fell back with his laughter. It was a damned relief, seeing silver-blue smoke instead of the red sky.

“Robin and I aren’t dating. It’s better that way.”

Billy wagged his head, not quite a head shake. “You take rejection with grace.”

Steve didn’t respond. Worse, his silence sat like a third wheel between them and this totaled car. “I’m not one of these...hive mind assholes you talked about, Harrington. Use your big boy words.”

“The last time I got rejected, it was by someone dying, not getting dumped.”

Billy’s features relaxed. Like a thread connected them, their heads turned so their eyes found one another. Steve finished, “I wouldn’t say I took that well.”

“I’m not sure a zombie is the hottest catch in town,” Billy sassed, but his gaze left Steve to sweep over the view of Hawkins that they had from the highest hill in the junk yard. “Then again, I’m the only catch, unless you count that other guy.”

“You’re not a zombie.”

“I’m sure as hell am not alive.”

“You’re standing here, talking to me.” Steve pivoted to face him, his voice earnest.

“It’s a wonder my lungs are intact so smoke isn’t shrouding my face.”

“We can figure this out. After all this shit, we can get you to a hospital - ”

“Steve,” Billy halted. His eyelids sagged closed. The axe that he’d taken from Sheriff Hopper’s cabin was heavy even with the head of it resting in the dead grass. If it could be called grass.

“What? Why not? You can eat food again. You can see birds instead of bats again.”

“Steve.”

“Is it me? Getting you a team of doctors won’t cost you a date.”

A breathy laugh escaped him but the smile didn’t last. Billy’d had a long time here alone to talk to no one. To talk to himself. To say a lot of bullshit and a lot of truths.

So it was almost easy to admit, “I don’t have the strength to heal from this. Living was hard as shit without my organs being exposed.” He shook his head. “Healing is hard. Fighting is hard. Dying was easy.”

His eyes found Steve...a habit Billy didn’t realize had never left him. His eyes always found Steve.

Steve, who was a dichotomous mixture of features. His big, tilted, doe eyes and Greek sculpture lips made him pretty and soft and honest. But his aquiline nose, bold brows, and square jaw when he bit down made him austere.

Billy used to relish all of it. His vacant glances and focused rage. Billy wanted all of it.

And he got it, and Steve’s voice went thick. “Nothing about you has ever been easy, asshole. Why start now?”

Billy smiled softly. “Keeping you alive was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Steve’s strength left him, his body deflating like crushed petals in Billy’s fist.

He elaborated, “Think about it. The biggest fish in Hawkins under his thumb. After us, the best puppet would be your sheriff, but Hopper made himself hard to find.”

“Just say it.”

Billy couldn’t really face him since he sat on the car’s hood. But he leaned forward to get closer. “Say what?”

“Say what you mean. Don’t give me bullshit.”

“The only thing keeping me alive was making sure you and Max stayed out of that monster’s hands. How’s that?”

Steve shook his head, looking for more. “And now what?”

Billy gestured vaguely to the clothes that didn’t fit him from Hopper’s Upside Down cabin. “I think I look great in a Hawaiian shirt, but it doesn’t conceal that I can’t really die. But you can.”

Billy swallowed thickly. Steve’s eyes followed the movement of his throat. Billy finished, “I think it’s really shitty that I put so much into keeping your ass alive and then you popped out of a dried up lakebed. It’s inconsiderate.”

A weak smile flashed on Steve’s face. “Yeah, that’s me. No one’s ever called me boyfriend of the year.”

“You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Steve.”

Their eyes locked, and Billy saw all of Steve’s hope stirring in those brown eyes. And Steve saw all of Billy’s pain, his fatigue that weight down his water-blue eyes. Billy finished, “I don’t know how long I’d last outside of this place. I don’t think I’d have enough time for a hospital.”

Steve leaned in so their legs touched, and Billy let him. Steve’s body was like a campfire in this cold place. Billy felt like he didn’t deserve it. He just gave Steve hope when he, himself, only felt dread. But Steve was the one who had to get out of here, not Billy.

“One thing at a time. Nothing happens until Robin gives us the signal. Until then...the view’s not so bad.”

Billy’s fingertips explored the silly leather jacket on Steve’s shoulders before he realized what he was doing. He didn’t give the sky a glance as he said, “Nights are short here, and the clouds were plenty.”

Steve hummed a sound. Just...thoughtful. He leaned back into Billy’s hand. “Same stars, though.”

#harringrove #post s3 #s4 #sort of #harringrove-flip-reverse-it #ficlet #angst #this has been in my drafts for like 2 months lol

[endcrman]

devotion

Scar is devoted to his Jellies, even if they seem to see his wings as a new toy. Scar is devoted to Grian, even if the other avoids talking about his feelings. 

-

"Jellie- Jellie- Come on now, it's me! Scar!" Scar yelped as he scrambled up some nearby vines, struggling to keep out of the batting paws of the Jellie below him. The vines twisted around his arms, getting his legs similarly tangled up.

"Come onnn, Jellie," He cooed, trying to get the huge cat to calm down— at least it was just one of them, the others properly distracted for the time being, either napping or lazily batting at some longer strands of grass.

Apparently, cooing was the wrong tone, an actual birdlike sound escaping him, along with another chirp of surprise as he jerked to try and avoid Jellie batting at him again.

"Jellie, come on, you know better," Scar felt ridiculous, half hanging from the tree as he tried to talk his giant cat down from whatever predatorial instincts were running through her mind. He couldn't help but laugh at the mental image.

Apparently his new wings fluttered when he did that, because Jellie made another leap for him. She caught his leg.

"Ow!" Scar cried out, gasping as one hand let go to gently press against the cut, it had gone right through his pants. When he pulled his hand away, there was blood. Not a lot, luckily! She didn't mean it, she just didn't understand. But still, Grian wasn't going to be happy about that.

"Bad Jellie!" He scolded, which apparently seemed to get through to her now. Why his words wouldn't before he'd never know. Scar scrambled trying to get a hold of the vine again with his slightly-bloody hand, watching as Jellie's whiskers twitched. Eventually she let out that kitten-sigh he loved before she walked away. Hopefully she'd just laze about with the other Jellies for the rest of the day.

He waited a couple extra minutes after she finally laid down, not wanting to tempt her if she was trying a new way of play, gratefully it seemed she wasn't. Carefully, Scar let himself down from the tree, wincing slightly as he put some weight onto his left leg, and it took all the effort in the world not to let his new wings flap in response. It had been one of those subconscious flaps that had caught Jellie's attention in the first place, and he very much did not want to get caught in that situation again.

He was barely limping as he shuffled his way back inside his shared home with Grian. The other was out, he had been for a day or two now. Scar absentmindedly wondered where he'd gone as he munched on some sweet berries, still getting used to what he was 'supposed' to eat thanks to his new bird brain.

It was a little more pleasant than his vex cravings, he had to admit. Well, to say his instincts were unpleasant were to imply he didn't like them, and that wasn't quite true. This was just easier to handle.

"I'll have to be a lot more careful around the Jellies here on out," he mused to himself, stretching out his wings again now that he was technically safe. Did Grian have this problem? He never noticed the Jellies going after him. Maybe he had some tips for dealing with them, there was no way he was going to avoid them, they needed him!

With a sigh, Scar collapsed stomach-first onto his bed, stretching all of his other limbs out with a groan. His gangly limbs were not made for sitting up in a tree for that long, even if it hadn't even been an hour. His lack of usual magic made the soreness that usually ran through him all that much more obvious, but at least the bed was soft enough to all but melt into. He distracted himself for a little, shuffling his pillows and blankets around— and maybe he’d stolen some of Grian’s too, not that he needed to know of course— until they felt just right.

-

Scar hadn't even realized he had been falling asleep until he woke up again, the sound of the door closing enough to wake him from his light sleep. Grian would say that was good, that it’d keep them alive longer. Scar would say it was annoying beyond belief.

“Mmh?” Scar couldn’t manage anything other than a little grumble as he pushed himself up a little, eyes squinting in the mostly-dark room, lit up only by a single flickering torch.

It was Grian, who looked up suddenly at Scar’s small noise, his eyes shining in the dark. It reminded him of Jellie, did he look like that usually? No wonder he managed to spook people on occasion. Upon seeing Scar half-up, tension that Scar hadn’t even noticed drained out of Grian’s shoulders.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Grian said softly, not seeming to notice the way the torch lit up his eyes. Scar didn’t want to bring it to his attention either, it was a little fun.

“Didn’t mean to wake up either,” Scar yawned, stretching again. “Welcome home.”

“Are those my blankets?” Grian asked, instead of responding, looking between Scar and his own bed as if the answer wasn’t obvious.

Scar snickered softly, burrowing further into them. “You weren’t using them.”

“So you built a nest out of them?”

That made Scar pause, blink, and then he sat up properly to look around himself. Grian was right, his red blankets were tangled around with Scar’s white ones, circling around with the pillows from both beds in the middle, right where Scar had been curled up.

“I guess so.”

Grian laughed at that, and that made Scar grin, watching the big smile spread across the other’s face. It wasn’t often he got to see that sort of thing during these games.

“You didn’t notice?” He asked eventually, when he managed to stop laughing, still snickering softly even between his words.

“Clearly not,” Scar was still grinning as he stretched out again— wings included— before laying back down again, pleasantly comfortable in his nest. Then again, it could use a little something more. “Wanna join me? I’m not giving your blankets back ‘til tomorrow.”

That made Grian’s face turn that adorable red color that Scar loved so much, the one he always pushed so much to see. It was hard to make out in the flickering light of the torch, but the way Grian’s lips pressed together in a thin line when he was trying not to sputter was unmistakable.

“It’s pretty cold out,” Scar lied, scooting over a bit to make room for the other, if he chose to lay down. “I wouldn’t want you to freeze because of me.”

“You could give my blankets back,” Grian’s voice cracked ever so slightly.

“And take apart my nest? I never-” Scar scoffed, and Grian laughed again.

“Okay, okay,” Grian sighed softly, moving closer to the bed. He set the torch down nearby, seeming hesitant to actually get into the nest. Well, Scar could fix that.

Without another word, Scar grabbed Grian’s hesitant hands, tugging him into the bed with him.

“Scar!” He yelped as he all but fell on top of the other, collapsing into the nest, and then he laughed some more, curling up a little in Scar’s hold. Good. “You’re insufferable,” Grian’s tone was light.

“So it was a good couple of days out?” Scar hummed, grin wide on his face. He hadn’t been hurt too much, and Grian seemed to be in a very good mood.

“Good enough,” Grian hummed, relaxing in Scar’s arms, “glad to be back home though.”

“Oh? Back home with me?” Scar teased a little, watching as Grian rolled his eyes. “No? The Jellies then.”

He laughed again, shaking his head a bit before nuzzling into Scar’s shoulder, effectively hiding his face. He’d happily take that loss to have Grian so close though, it had been a lonely couple of days.

“Tomorrow, you have to tell me how you get along with them,” Scar instructed.

“Mm?”

“The Jellies!” He may have been pouting a bit now, and he was sure it was obvious in his voice. “I got chased up a tree today by one of them!” He felt Grian shaking with laughter more than he heard it. “It’s not funny!” It might have been a little funny.

“Okay, okay,” Grian breathed into his neck, and Scar couldn’t help but shudder, feeling that warm air against his skin. “Tomorrow we can figure out what you’re doing to get them so riled up.”

“Thank you,” Scar said as exasperatedly as he could, getting another silent laugh from Grian. Void, he wished this moment would never end.

Eventually he felt Grian’s breathing even out, indicating the vex had fallen asleep. Scar had never felt more comfortable in his life, Grian’s head tucked under his chin, arms around each other. One of Scar’s wings had even subconsciously stretched out, covering over the top of the two of them. He wondered if Grian ever did this to him while he was sleeping, he didn’t doubt that if he did he’d be able to take it back before Scar even woke up, maybe he should ask him.

Again, Scar didn’t realize he was falling asleep until it was far too late.

-

“I’ve never seen you build a nest before,” Scar suddenly realized the next day, as Grian was helping him keep his wings in place in front of the Jellies.

“I don’t do it very often,” Grian hummed, gently tapping one of Scar’s wings. “You’re twitching it, that’s why. You need to stop thinking about them and they’ll hold still.”

“That’s hard, you’ve had however many years to get used to them, I’ve had less than a week,” Scar whined, feeling his wing twitch again at the touch. “I can’t just stop thinking about them.”

“You can,” Grian said simply, gently holding onto Scar’s wings to keep them from twitching again. “It’ll just take a little.”

“So you’ll take care of the Jellies until then?” He joked.

Grian was silent, Scar could picture the look on his face. He knew the other loved Jellie, he was sure of it even, but he knew taking care of her was something else entirely.

“Why don’t you build nests anymore?” Scar changed the subject, trying to ignore his wings, just like Grian said. Don’t think about purple elephants.

“I never said I didn’t do it anymore, just not often,” Grian was avoiding the question.

“Uh huh, and why’s that?” He wasn’t planning on dropping it so easily.

Grian grumbled softly behind him, gentle enough that Scar felt comfortable letting out a little laugh. “You are so annoying,” but Grian’s voice was so fond when he said it, Scar felt his feathers puff up a little, pleased. “Your wings, Scar.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Scar laughed a little, trying to convince them to lay flat again. Success. “So, your nests. It’s an instinct thing, right?”

Grian hummed, smoothing down some of Scar’s feathers. “Yeah, instinct thing. I’m guessing that’s why you ended up making one. You said you didn’t even realize? Must be pretty deeply ingrained.”

“It was nice though,” Scar offered up, and Grian let out a soft agreeable sound. “When’s the last time you made one?”

There was some hesitation. “I’ve got one back on the Hermitcraft server,” Grian finally answered after a decent pause, “tucked away somewhere in the Entity.”

“Really? I haven’t seen it.” They were slowly moving closer to the Jellies. Don’t think about them, don’t think about them.

“I don’t really show people,” he admitted, sounding a bit embarrassed. “I don’t really… like feeling controlled by my instincts. I’m more than just a hybrid, you know?”

And Scar did know, he really did. “Yeah, I do,” he murmured, hopefully loud enough for Grian to pick up on. “I’ve got a couple of those myself.”

Apparently that was loud enough to capture a Jellie’s attention, and Scar’s breath hitched slightly as he watched her ear twitch, eyes opening a bit.

“Hey baby,” he cooed, this time without the bird noises, luckily.

“Mrrrp.” Jellie stood up, giving a big stretch before yawning. My, what big teeth she had.

“Scar-” Grian sounded hesitant. He didn’t even have his wings out, what did he have to worry about?

“Jellie! Come here,” Scar called out to her, arms open wide. He always forgot how big these Jellies were, maybe they could do a big cuddle pile sometime, that would be so comfortable.

Slowly she padded up to both him and Grian, looking up at Scar and then blinking slowly, then she rubbed up against him, almost knocking him over— Grian actually had to help keep him up, hands on his back holding him up.

Scar couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping his arms around her and petting her the best he could from this angle. “Hey, my pretty girl! Look at us, no claws or anything!”

That made Grian laugh a little, pulling his hands away from Scar’s back now that he wasn’t falling over anymore. A shame.

“Grian! We should ride her around, like a noble steed!” Scar gasped, suddenly looking up from her fur. “She might knock us off but it’d be fun for a little bit.”

Grian had a fond look in his eyes, it was one he often saw Grian give Jellie. Okay, maybe he was a little jealous about that one. Just a little!

“You’re ridiculous,” and it was in that same fond voice he’d used before, making Scar’s chest warm in his favorite way.

If Scar jumped up onto Jellie’s back, just to hear Grian laugh again, well, that was his own business. He’d do anything to keep that smile on his face, even if it included just groaning when Jellie rolled over on top of him, not interested at all in being ridden like a noble steed.

Scar would do anything for Grian.

#double life smp #dlsmp #goodtimeswithscar #grian #scarian #desert duo #not canon compliant #mcyt #writing #my post #vexing circumstances

[convenientalias]

2023 Dramas I Watched in 2023

Cdramas:

A League of Nobleman--Slashy historical mystery drama. I loved all the slashiness and all the intrigue and then in the last few episodes I fell even more in love with the villain. Worth a watch but not my favorite slashy historical mystery of the year.

Mysterious Lotus Casebook--My favorite slashy historical mystery drama of the year! Tho more wuxia than historical I suppose. Bromance and archnemeses and identity porn abound. The identity porn in particular was a special treat for me; a character wandering around all these ppl who care deeply about him or idolize him but all think he's dead is my catnip. (I technically have a few episodes left to go on this one but I'm still counting it bc I am very close.)

Parallel World--YE LIUXI. I did a review of this one here! The short version: urban fantasy and parallel worlds in a desert setting, with a badass amnesiac female protagonist.

The Lady and the Lies--Miniseries, one of those short-episode things that China's doing a lot of now. Involved a cheating husband and a wife out to get revenge. I'm sorry but I shipped the wife with almost every person doing her wrong. She should destroy their lives and also dom them. They're all kind of obsessed with her anyway, in their own way.

Under the Microscope--You ever sit down and say, "Okay, but what I REALLY want from all these historical dramas is to just dig into the tax fraud going on in the background"? Me too, my friend. This show and Long River, which I also watched this year, are all about logistics, bureaucracy, and corruption, and the small man's struggle against ppl in power. That makes them both kind of difficult watches in a way, but also fascinating. I have yet to finish Long River, but this one is an easy 14 episodes and not as emotionally draining, so it was much easier for me to binge through.

Ye Cheng--I must admit I watched this for the pretty people. It's set in a matriarchal fantasy wuxia setting, but the gender role reversal feels a little shallow when the strongest good guy and the strongest bad guy are both men, even tho in theory women are supposed to be the warriors in this setting. However, the role reversal can be quite interesting in some ways--watching the male MC run a brothel as the city's top entertainer, try to use his ~masculine wiles~ to charm the FMC in a way that would be more typically feminine, and deal with the power dynamics of joining the FMC's household. Also, the two leads are just a lot of fun and have a lot of chemistry. The plot is sometimes stupid, but it's still a lot of fun to watch. Also, this was one of just two dramas I managed to finish this year that were mostly romance focused. When you reach the "dropped" section you will see that this is an impressive feat.

Kdramas:

Bloodhounds--I love Woo Do-hwan and I love Park Sung-woong but you know I was here for the ACTION SCENES. PEOPLE PUNCHING EACH OTHER AND SLICING EACH OTHER WITH KNIVES. THATS WHAT ITS ABOUT. I've also written a lot of fanfic about the protagonist and villain at this point but honestly they should have interacted more, we were robbed.

Queen of Masks--The only rich woman thriller kdrama I completed this year. But honestly, when it comes to rich woman thriller kdramas, I've seen better and femslashier. Mine did a better job with the whole "your husband told you the mother of his child was dead, but guess what it's actually me and I'm still alive and here to cause problems" plotline, tho I still enjoyed it here. And the sexual assault aspect... eh. I don't love seeing that kind of plotline in a revenge story; it's such a serious issue (and so much more realistic than, say, "this businessman murdered my whole family to acquire our company" a la Eve) that it kind of makes it hard for me to enjoy the fun of the mystery. But I suppose the way they handled it at least had gravity. My favorite plotline was Hae-mi and her husband and the drama they got into, which is serious in its own way (addiction and lies) but extremely well acted and with so much romantic chemistry.

Revenant--Spooky spooky ghosts and Kim Tae-ri, what's not to like? The possession aspects were creepy without being gory or too terrifying for a wimp like me to handle. The acting was great. And I actually shipped the sort-of-romantic subplot, though apparently a lot of ppl shipped the two MCs instead, which is understandable.

Song of the Bandits--A whole ton of gunfighting and other action scenes. One very badass assassin woman, a dude who is equally capable of taking out a whole squad of soldiers or bandits on his own, a villain with a complicated relationship with the dude above, and a woman spying on the Japanese government who's in a sort of spy love triangle with the MC and the villain. the plot was okay but again I was mostly here for the action!!

Thai dramas:

My Dear Gangster Oppa--This year I tried to watch a bunch of different BL dramas bc I was in that kind of mood but the truth is, it's not the het that gets me in m/f romcoms, it's unfortunately the romcom. Despite that! I persisted and did manage to finish this one. The lead couple was cute, and there was gangster intrigue and action etc to keep the fluff and comedy from driving me insane. still mostly a romance.

To Sir With Love--Also has a BL romance in it but not really a romance drama but a Family Drama with lots of familial plotting, the classic first wife vs. second wife scheming-for-their-children plotline along with what could have been a love triangle between brothers... except Tian is gay, which means the love triangle is null (except he's still engaged to his brother's love interest. which is awkward for all involved.). Also Tian being gay is a Deep Dark Secret. There's a lot of homophobia which might turn some viewers off but I loved seeing Tian's struggle between wanting to come out and having been forced to stay in the closet for so long that he freezes even at the thought of telling people he trusts. Also his mother commits a bunch of murders with terrible poison mushrooms so if THAT'S what you want out of a Thai drama, there is also that. Also he and his brother are. so sweet. and I love them. but also the central m/m romance is very good and involves assassination attempts and identity porn and pining and everything good. Also also this is actually a 2022 drama BUT IM STILL COUNTING IT bc it came out in October 2022 and am I really supposed to get around to watching dramas that fast??

Started and dropped:

Kiseki: Dear to Me--Even gangsters and intrigue could not save me from dropping this romcom.

Our Blooming Youth--This is also a romcom. You may see a pattern here. But to give it credit it is quite a plotty historical drama too. I just didn't really care about the two leads and dropped it halfway through.

Pandora: Beneath the Paradise--A thriller that was going places a bit too wild and frustrating for me.

Killing Vote--Can you believe I dropped this with only four episodes to go? I'm sorry Park Sung-woong, I love you but the plot is just so boring. And it plays at moral complexity while being just. not very complex. Like I swear the morality in this thing is "catching bad guys and punishing them is good, not catching them and not punishing them is bad." We could be talking about police corruption, our MC's terrible ethics, innocence until proven guilty, and so on and so forth, but we were just not going there. Also the twists were doing very little for me and the cops are just not very interesting characters. Again, Park Sung-woong, I'm sorry, you were a decent character but you could not save this show. Let's be real I needed either more Devil Judge here or more Death Note.

Legend of Anle--The romcom element was not helping this show's case but I still tried for 1) wuxia with identity porn and 2) Dilraba Dilmurat costarring with Gong Jun. Unfortunately those two had no chemistry and the plot was just very unsatisfying for me in the political intrigue area. One example: Gong Jun can't find the supplies needed to pacify a near-rioting mob. But that's okay bc Anle's subordinates found it. How did they find the super secret hidden storehouse?? we don't know and will never find out bc it was offscreen and never explained. They just did. this would be fine if it weren't, like, the climax of the episode and presented as a victory of the two MC's brilliance. I can't deal with this.

Naughty Babe--It's. A romcom. I'm so sorry I probably should just stop trying.

Other romcoms I quit too fast to give a fair opinion: You Are Mine, Extremely Perilous Love, My Lethal Man, Taikan Yoho.

Well, there you have it, 2023 dramas I watched in 2023.

Fun as it was, I think in 2024 I'm going to try to catch up more with older dramas lols.

Did y'all watch any of these dramas this year?

#kdramas #cdramas #thai dramas #all in all a pretty good drama year #i enjoyed it

[miko-fellco]

i saw you reblogged something about learning random facts and in the tags you mentioned andy warhol? could you please tell me a few things about him? :0 i'm studying him for my art GCSEs lol

YESS

(just note that i dont know all cool facts ab him just the general image for now)

WELL OKAY he was born 1928 and his parents were Austria-Hungary immigrats, hes mum was byzantine catholic and so was he for all his life he went to church almost every Sunday AND HE MEET JOHN PAUL II AND GAVE AUTOGRAPHS TO NUNS WHO WERE THERE

He started as a commercial illustrator theres a video showing technics he used for that , in the late 50s he started painting because he wanted his works to be shown in galleries and he did hes Campbell soup paintings, exhibited them in 1962 and that pretty much made him more known:DThe same year he bought a house and on the 5th floor created the factory decorated all in sliver paint and tin foil. It was relocated a few times but this one is the most famous. I belive most of his polaroids of celebrities were taken there but might be wrong lol. He was super obsessed with celebrities and fame which started when he was a kid and had to stay home for weeks after falling sick with sydenham chorea(it also made his skin and hair lose pigment for the rest of his life) and was collecting photos of celebs and writing to them

In 1968 he was shot by a radical feminist bc she didnt star in one of his films but he made it out alive, he was less social after that and became scared of hospitals. He kept making art, im his signature silk screen printing technic but belived he havent done anything good since the attack:( Also the woman who shot him ended up in a mental hospital, got out and has wrote him letters with pears.

He died basically because of his fear of hospitals he was moving his gallbladder surgery to the point when he actually did it it was very dangerous (and the fact that he was shot beafore and almost died didnt make it easier) he died because of complications after sugery but he did wake up! and made a call, then he suffocate i think

He stored things in boxes. I mean a lot of things. In a lot of boxes. They are called time capsules and im pretty sure they opened all of them, they included toe nails, old food, papers etc really ranodm thngs but his assignment whe help him to make the boxes said he knew exactly where he wanted to put what. So not random after all.

He was also openly gay beafore the gay liberation(he once submitted a series of man nudes to an exhibition but they rejected them and wanted to make a book, named cockbook. No comment needed on that), lived with his mom until he was 42, she moved in with him in NYC when he bought the house i mentioned earlier amd they had 20 cats all named Sam very important information. And he wore wigs, made in italy i think bc we went bald too quickly, he didnt style tehm and once a girl took his wig of and he wrote in his diary that we wanted to push her of balcony for that, i was surprised i was sure it was real hair lol

I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY NOW I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY MONOLOGUE

#i tried to not make it long but failed #i can do more but later #andy warhol

[coolcattime]

False Bells [A Mianite Blades in the Dark AU Oneshot]

Written for Day 5 (Rarepair) of MCYT Yuri Week created by @mcyt-yuri-week

Content Warning: Contains near death experiences and attempted murder

Relationships: Captain Capsize/Sonja Firefoxx

Characters: Sonja Firefoxx, Captain Capsize, Waglington, Jordan CaptainSparklez

In a city so full of crime and gangs, it’s rare to find someone you can completely trust. Sonja had been lucky enough to find someone like that, a light in the darkness of the city, only to lose her. A month since she lost her girlfriend, she finally leaves hiding to do a job for her usual benefactor. However, upon her arrival it would appear that she was summoned for a very different reason than was initially presented to her.

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"What do you mean she's dead?"

"I mean she's dead. I don't know how many ways I can say it."

"No, no she can't be-- What happened? How did she--?"

He had looked at her as if he had no feelings on the situation, as if her denial and upset was a stain upon his day.

"She slipped and fell during the escape. She fell, I heard the bell, and even if I didn’t, no one survives a fall like that."

"No..."

Sonja had no idea why she had chosen to actually answer the letter she received. She just needed to do something rather than just wallowing in her house pretending nothing was wrong. That was all she had done for a month, and it wasn't healthy nor was it getting her any money. And as much as she wanted to continue seeing no one, money was something she needed. The amount of money being offered for this job was enough to set her up for months, which was enough to drag her out here into the streets of ornate manor houses where she had been summoned. She supposed that anyone who lived in around here would see her as very out of place, in her hooded coat carrying a bag designed for business rather than fashion, but she cared little for their or anyone else’s hypothetical opinions as she walked up to one that she knew housed someone far odder than herself.

In a city pretty much run by gangs and crime, Sonja would very much call herself a freelancer. A specialist in the ghosts of the world, namely in getting them out places they were unwanted, be that buildings, objects, or people. Now this still very much made her a criminal as ghosts were, well they were regarded as highly volatile materials, a fact that Sonja found offensive even if she knew it was generally true. Ghosts could be vicious and far too many of left to their own devices try to possess people to just continue their old lives, but to make it so any kind of research with spirits was so highly regulated was frankly an annoyance, but it did mean she as a freelance Whisper got more than enough work from gangs and less organised criminals who didn't particularly want to go through official channels. 

Within the groups that made up her clientele, the man she was currently going to meet was technically an oddity. Waglington was not in the criminal world in the normal way her clients were. Publicly he was a well to do member of an exclusive architectural company, but Sonja knew Waglington far better as the man who decided he could fight a god and somehow managed to win. So technically a cultist, but a good benefactor for her given how much he paid typically just for relic examinations. Which was the only reason she was currently walking up to the manor when she rather be alone not doing anything. Who could reject six month’s salary for one job? She sighed as she lifted the ornate door knocker, she really wished that large amounts of money were easier for crims to turn down. Maybe if everything was more consistent, if they weren’t always chasing the biggest score, Capsize would still been alive.  She forced herself to wear a smile as the door was opened and she was met by the cloaked man. A couple hours pretending to be fine, she could do that.

"Ah Sonja, you made it," He greeted from behind one of his various masks. She was unsure if he ever showed his actual face. She assumed that, surely, he must. He kept up a well to do job in public. Yet no one she asked seemed to know his real face, if he even had one, and surely someone would if there had ever been a public moment where he hadn’t been wearing a mask. Tonight's was a grey mask with red tear stain patterns decorating it, a typical design for him though she didn't know if she had seen this particular mask before. Somehow, she could tell that he was smiling. "Please come in."

"So, what relic did you pick up this time? Haunted or cursed?" She asked as soon as the door was closed behind her, just wanting to get this over with. She'd normally be excited to hear whatever he had found, but she'd really been struggling to find such a spark lately. She'd brought her tools for the worst-case scenario, though she hoped this would be something easier mostly just so she could go back to ignoring the world. She tensed as Wag chuckled.

"I'm afraid I might've stretched the truth a little in my letter," He said. The statement was far too casually said for her liking. She reached onto her belt, taking a breath and wondering if what she was about to do was too rash. It was much easier to escalate than to relax a situation she'd been told, but unfortunately, she had stopped caring about her position in this world about a month ago. She drew a pistol and whipped around, pointing it squarely at his chest.

"I’m not in the mood to be messed around. If you’re going to try and get me possessed, I’m not just going to laugh it off this time," She spoke sharply, completely and utterly done with the world at the current moment. She was done with being messed around, after fucking everything she wasn't about to be the easy target of anyone. Wag slowly lifted his hands as if in surrender, he knew there was little chance the gun was an unloaded bluff. Likely loaded with electroplasmic bullets intended to ward off ghosts not people, but they would still very much pack a punch. Yes, he raised his hands, though his aim was truly just to calm her down, to make sure that she saw it.

"You misunderstand me. I do have a new relic, but I think once you see what it is, and realise who gave it to me, you’ll understand why it's actually her that wants to see you," He spoke far more calmly than anyone with a gun pointed at them had any right to. The presentation of someone else being involved was enough to make her aim to relax slightly. She knew people had been trying to contact her. Had someone gotten desperate enough they decided to use Wag, her most common benefactor, to get her attention? Slowly he turned one of his hands, drawing Sonja's attention but rather than some sort of attack as she was worried about, instead he revealed a ring. A ring that despite having never seen in person before, she recognised instantly. 

"This is insane, that place is guarded better than some banks."

"I know, I know, but the money Sonj! It's enough to live without working for a year! And she said I'd get to keep a piece of the collection. Imagine actually having someone as valuable as one of the shadow diamond pieces! I can't turn this down."

"We'll never find a buyer for something that valuable."

"Of course not, we'll keep it. Have something pretty for once."

"I... I just don't want you to get caught or--"

"Hey, don't worry, if things look like they're sinking, I'll be with Sparklez, so I'll shove him into the danger and make my escape."

"You better!"

They had both laughed, it had seemed ridiculous that anything could possibly go wrong to the point that they wouldn’t be reunited. Capsize had taken her hands in her, a smile on her face that belonged to a starry-eyed dreamer rather than a criminal gang member.

"I promise you, I'll come back and when I do, we'll have enough money to reject any more risky jobs... And I, er, was gonna keep a ring if you still wanna make this official."

It was her ring. The one Capsize had stolen for her. It had been on her when she fell, Jordan had told her that. Despite his apparent lack of care about Capsize's death he had assured her that he would've given her the ring if he'd had it. She hadn’t been completely sure if she trusted him on the matter, but she hadn’t found any evidence to contradict his words. She'd looked everywhere for any information on the thing, and everywhere had the same story that it was stolen along with the rest of the pieces of the shadow diamond collection. Nothing about it being recovered, it was just gone in the night like Capsize. She’d assumed it had likely just been collected alongside her body, destroyed by spirit wardens who would’ve been far more concerned about preventing ghosts to care about possible stolen treasures. But Wag had it on his finger so--

"She's in the study," Were all the words Sonja needed to hear to take off running. Her heart was pounding. She didn't care if this was a trap. If she got possessed, then at least she’d lose herself while actually having a feeling of happiness. She pretty much burst through the door, blind to everything but the sheer overwhelming hope in her heart that had shattered a wall of grief and denial as sat there was Capsize.

"Hey, Fox," She said, standing up. Her voice cracked part way through her sentence, breaking her attempt to sound relaxed. And both women broke. They half embraced, half just clung to one another as they sobbed the tears of two that thought they'd never see the other again. It went on for minutes like that, quiet apologises murmured throughout, before they finally broke apart, now slumped on the floor.

"I... I was told you were dead," Sonja said, her voice shaky and unsure because it wasn't just that she was told, it was that she'd disappeared, that she hadn't seen her for a month. That had been enough to convince her, as she'd been sure that even if Capsize had had to fake her death she would've been told. But she could also see that Capsize was not exactly the best for wear. While she'd clearly cleaned herself up for this meeting, to say she looked rough would be putting it lightly. There were injuries on her that she certainly hadn't had before leaving on the heist. Her clothes were clearly either borrowed or quickly brought as they didn’t quite fit her, looking unkempt in a way that Sonja knew she would never usually. She looked away from her, trying to avoid her own shame.

"You were right, I was in over my head," She admitted, drumming her fingers against her knee. It was painful to admit, and made her feel beyond weak, but she’d spend a good portion of the last month unable to move. Obviously, she’d gotten into something far beyond her typical scores and had nearly paid the ultimate price for it. She took a brief pause, trying to steady her thoughts and find the right words for what she needed to explain. She still felt shaken from it all, but she owed Sonja an explanation for why she’d disappeared. “It started out normal, me and Sparklez aren’t exactly best friends, but we can work together on a heist. We knocked out the guards, got the security disabled, had a getaway plan. But when we were pulling out the jewellery, the moment we touched one of the pieces this weird black smoke came out of them. It tried to attack us, the necklace you gave me I think it protected me somehow ‘cause it was glowing but all the smoke, it went into Sparklez and something about him changed.”

“Wait, the necklace that I--” Sonja cut herself off as Capsize pulled the necklace she’d been given as a gift nearly a year ago now from under her shirt, a simple chain with an intricate charm as a pendant, carved from bone and crystal. And Sonja froze. The necklace was a demonsbane charm, one she crafted for her girlfriend out of concern of the worst she might run into in this city. If it had glowed, if it had protected her then that meant… oh gods. “Capsize, are you telling me that a demon has possessed the right-hand man of one of the three most powerful gang leaders in the city?”

She nodded, words failing her as she remembered that night. The change that had come over Sparklez was more terrifying than anything she’d ever seen, despite him not really changing physically it was like the man she knew had completely vanished as she was looked at with cold, unfeeling eyes.

“He tried to kill me, Sonj. When he realised that I’d been protected, he attacked me. He threw some dust in my face, the weird stuff Sparklez carries to knock out guards, and the next thing I know he was pushing me off the roof."

"Please Sparklez, don't do this. You don't have to do this."

“We both know that isn’t my name.”

“I don’t care! Whatever you are, just let us both go! You think people won't notice that you've replaced him?"

"Oh I'm not worried about that. People tend to attribute sudden personality changes to grief and guilt."

He had placed a boot on her hip, her body still numb from the knockout powder, she hadn’t been able to do anything but lay there waiting for the thing that had taken over Sparklez’s body to push her over the edge. He’d looked down at her with a dark smile that didn’t suit his face.

"I'll make you a deal, if you don't want to fall, take off the necklace. You and this one can switch."

"You're not having my body."

"Really? You'd rather die?"

"A thousand times over rather than being someone's puppet."

"Heh, braver than you look, I suppose. Enjoy the drop."

She should’ve died in the fall. She knew she was meant to. She’d seen the smile on his face as he kicked her off. But she’d survived. She’d barely been able to move, but she had been alive. She’d never been more scared to have survived. Because she was sure that he was coming to finish her off and what was she supposed to do about that? She didn’t know what had been worse, the idea of the demon returning to finish her off or hearing a bluecoat coming to investigate the noise of the fall. Being arrested in the condition she’d been in; it was just a different death sentence. She’d fruitlessly tried to crawl away, sobbing in pain as he’d rounded the corner, thinking about her promise to Sonja that she’d come back. It had been a miracle that she hadn’t died that night.

“The wizard came in a nick of time, shot the bluecoat that found me. Apparently, he’d been investigating the jewels himself, something about the seal on ‘em being weak. I blacked out, woke up here where he explained about the demon stuff. I wanted to see you right away, let you know I wasn’t dead, but I could barely move, if the demon had caught wind that I'd survived I couldn't have put up a fight. And I thought if he went after me, he might… I was so scared he’d go after you.”

“I’m safe, you’re safe,” Sonja said, taking a hold of the nearly shaking woman. She was going to make sure whatever demon had done this paid the price. Of course, it was going to be hard, it was currently in the form of one of the most powerful criminals in the city, and it was very likely that if it found out anyone was seeing through its disguise all hell would break loose. She was going to have to find other help than just Waglington and Capsize, not the easiest task when the one of them with the most connections was thought to be dead, but that didn’t matter. Someone, no matter how powerful, had tried to kill her girlfriend and no one got away with that. This demon was going to learn that the hard way. For now, however, she was just happy that Capsize was alive. Overwhelmed, yes, that her grief hadn’t been needed, but still happy. She pulled her closer, never wanting to let her go again. “We’ll fix this, I promise you. And afterwards, we’ll find a ring that isn’t hosting a demon.”

For the first time in nearly a month, Capsize laughed. It was a laugh that quickly devolved into sobs as she felt safe and that allowed for the terror she’d felt to properly release. But the two were together again and nothing, no matter how dangerous, was going to force them apart again.

#mcytyuriweek2023 #sonja firefoxx #captain capsize #foxxsize #sonja firefoxx/captain capsize #mianite #mianite fanfiction #cat's fanfiction #mianite blades au #waglington #jordan captainsparklez

[allaroundnerd]

Codetober Day #13

13. Give us your most nerdy computer fact

Technically it's past midnight because I got caught up trying to repair my computer chair and the cylinder is rusted in, but I'm still considering it day 13. Here's my most nerdy fact and how it's applied.

Binary is a base-2 number system (I promise I'm getting to something cool), meaning it only uses the digits 0 and 1. Because it's base 2, each digit is a 2 to the x power, similarly to how we view the numbers we use daily, which is the base-10 decimal system. We all know the ones, tens, and hundredths places, but if you consider them as 10^0, 10^1, and 10^2, you see why we call it that. For example, the number 289 is (2 * 10^2) + (8 * 10^1) + (9 * 10^0). Side note: anything to the 0 power is 1. Now apply that to binary: 101 is (1 * 2^2) + (0 * 2^1) + (1 * 2^0), which is 4 + 0 + 1 = 5. Now you know how to decipher other number systems like Hexadecimal (base-16, uses 0-9 and A-F) or octal (base-8, uses 0-7). But that's not the cool fact:

This translates into some fun interactions in video games. I'll give you 1 basic example and a funny "glitch." If you played the older LoZ games or any game around that time, you may have noticed that your inventory stack limit was 255. An odd number to us, but to a computer, it's the largest number expressible in 8 bits (one binary digit is one bit here), and we only had so much space to go with. If you use my breakdown above, you get this: (1 *2^7) + (1 * 2^6) + ... + (1 * 2^0) 128 + 64 + 32 + 16 + 8 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 255.

Now, there's actually different TYPES of integers (numbers) we can express in binary. Signed or unsigned. You're familiar with negative numbers. Signed integers are how those are expressed in binary, the first digit determines what sign you get (for those who know, I'm using one's compliment since it's a bit easier to explain and I THINK this is how these "glitches" happened. If I'm wrong, please correct me.) Unsigned integers can't be negative, but signed integers can be with this method based on the leftmost bit. If it's a 0, the number is positive and calculated as I showed above. If it's a 1, it's negative and calculated the exact OPPOSITE way, meaning 0 bits are counted and 1 bits are ignored. Using my 101 from above, unsigned would read that as 5, signed would read that as -2. Now, when counting in decimal, if you hit 9 and want to keep going, you add 1 to the higher place and get 10. Binary is the same way: 1, 10, 11, 100, and so on. You may be getting where I'm heading, but just in case (and I enjoy explaining this because I'm a nerd), let's keep going.

Signed integers can "overflow" since we're changing that left most digit. Let's say we have 8 bits: 01111111 or 127 in decimal. If we add 1 to this, we get 10000000. In an unsigned int, this is 128, easy. BUT if we're using a signed int, this actually flips to -127. We call this overflow and it can make things behave...unexpectedly. NOW I can tell you about the glitch!

A beloved game of my childhood was Final Fantasy: Mystic Quest. I remember beating it and loving the experience, but then I was told of an exploit involving the final boss. You can actually "heal" him to death. The "Cure" spell is meant to heal the living, and the Dark King is alive, but if cast with a sufficiently high magic rating, it will heal for so much that it flips the first digit, causing it to deal more damage than anything attack you could throw. If you look hard enough, you can actually find this in multiple games in the SNES era. Hope that makes up for the late entry!

#codeblr #codetober #programming #gamedev #coding #game development #comp sci

[spoonful-of-fixations]

Inherently Bad

Angst, Fluff

Jack Rose/Mihaly (platonic or romantic)

TW: Negative self talk, references to a controlling parent

A/N: Enjoy my venting through Jack, babes this is why I don’t write anymore : )

Jack Rose was a villain. At least that’s what he was always told he was. Anyone who knew of his mother could conclude that. The assumption that all he did was harm people wasn’t an uncommon one, and to him, it made sense why.

He tried his best to be a good person, of course. To do what he could to make things easier for the ones his mother hurt. To ease the lives of those that listened to his music, and came to see him perform. He tried to be a positive force in every way he could, but he knew that wasn’t exactly enough. Attempting to be a good person doesn’t always translate into actually being one.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there would always claws be on his shoulder. He couldn’t get rid of the shadow looming behind him, whispering instructions in his ear. He felt like everything he did was corrupt. That all of his actions would be in her image, making him inherently evil, no matter how hard he tried to go against what she wanted. As if the blood he carried was cursed, simply because it attached him to her.

He was thinking deeply about this at the moment, unintentionally, that is. Here he was, still sitting in a room at the danceverse prince’s house, not knowing what to do next. All he’d done since arriving here was brood, barely even leaving the room that wasn’t technically his. It had been months since Nightswan was even seen last, and yet he still felt horrid. He could have ruined everyone’s lives. Being reminded of it sent a chill down his spine.

He couldn’t focus while around his friends, he was too busy making sure he didn’t hurt or offend them. Hence the isolating in this bedroom. He couldn’t have a single conversation without the urge to apologize creeping up his neck. He wanted to explain, he wanted to remind them every chance he got that he was remorseful, that he was trying to be a good person now. He couldn’t flat out tell them what he wanted to, he knew it was getting excessive, but he couldn’t act like everything was normal either.

He had already done everything but grovel at their feet in forgiveness and he still couldn’t shake this feeling of guilt. The feeling that he was doing something wrong by being around at all.

He felt dirty, tainted. Like the words he heard from his mother seeped into his brain. Like he needed to scratch dried blood off of his soul. Like the many scorching showers he’d taken in the aftermath just didn’t get him clean, as what needed scrubbing wasn’t his skin. Like his own dna was repugnant, and he couldn’t escape it if he tried.

He hurt people, badly. He helped enslave them, he ruined lives. His mothers plans tore apart danceverses, and tore apart families. Though, she didn’t get nearly as far as she had hoped, she caused irreparable damage. Peoples brains and bodies were altered, borderline destroyed, by her actions. And he helped her do it.

He should have done something about it, he thought. There’s nothing saying he couldn’t have changed anything. If he hasn’t just sat around in his own misery, maybe things would have been different. Maybe his mother would be dead, but that would mean so many others would still be alive. In the end he was simply too weak to even try.

He didn’t realize what a spiral he was in, nor did he realize he was crying, until he heard a soft knock on the door. Not done by a fist but rather a few fingers, it was obvious who was on the other end. He scrambled to get everything situated, quickly smoothing out the blanket he was previously sitting on, but not before wiping his face with it. “Coming!” Jack barked, not meaning to come off as annoyed as he did.

He shook his head to come to a bit, before opening the door. As expected, Mihaly was behind it. No one else exactly knocks the way they do. They immediately looked confused the moment they layed eyes on him, which caused Jack to pull his own confused face back. He apparently didn’t do much of a good job or drying his face, so to Mihaly, it was clear something was up.

“Is there a reason you’re hiding up in here?” They said blankly, not stepping into the room or even moving closer. Their flat tone almost sounded accusatory but Jack knew that wasn’t it. It was more urgent than anything.

“I didn’t realize I was hiding!” He joked, opening the door further to usher Mihaly in. He sat down on the bed, expecting them to sit next to him, but they just stayed sanding, still looking a bit skeptical with their hands in their shirt pocket. He just stared right back.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” They looked over him again. Jack had his shoulders up to his ears, his hands picking at his fingers rather than the normal tugging of the sequins on his suit. His lips were sealed tight together, as if he was clenching his teeth. Something was off, he was just concealing it well. At least as well as he could.

“Yeah, sorry I haven’t been out, I’ve just been feeling kinda down on myself. Trying to figure out if I’m as bad of a person as I feel, I guess” He chuckled, speaking nonchalantly. As if this was general knowledge, or workplace banter. As if Mihaly was going to just agree with him, or give him some lighthearted tips on how to improve himself.

“Jack Rose, you are not bad. Why would you think you’re bad?” They gasped, their hands removing from their pockets and glueing themselves to their sides. Their eyes went wide, filing through their brain for any reason that he would think so lowly of himself. He was such a strong individual? Why would he think like that?

“Because I hurt people, so many people.” He paused. Disregarding the fact that he was still wearing shoes, he adjusted how he was sitting, pulling a knee up to his chest. His arms clutched around it, still looking up at his friend as if he hadn’t moved at all. “I’m nothing like the rest of you, I don’t exactly deserve to be here.”

“I can’t find a single reason why you shouldn’t be here. You’re on our side, aren’t you?”

“Well yeah, but it’s not like just because I’m on the ‘good side’ that makes me good.” He shrugged, looking more defeated than anything. He gestured a hand at Mihaly, feeling the tears well up in his eyes now that he was thinking on the topic again. “You- You guys are righteous. You’re absolutely incredible. I’m not like that!”

Mihaly tried to bud in, but he just kept going, now waving his hand as he was speaking. “You haven’t seen what I’ve seen. You haven’t knowingly hurt people when you knew you- you could probably do something to stop it. The four of you are heroes, I almost perpetuated the downfall of the danceverse.”

As he tried to think of words, the waterworks fell over, as much as he tried to stop it from happening. The nails on Jacks other hand were digging into his leg so bad they’d have to leave marks. He truly felt this way about himself, that his past actions could never be forgiven. That no matter the circumstances, he must be corrupt. He let his eyes avert from them, leaning his forehead against his friend, he already felt bad for dragging them into this conversation but he kept going. “I am inherently a bad person, Mihaly. No one would forgive me for this.”

“Well, luckily I am nobody!” Mihaly joked, sending a comforting smile towards him. “You are absolutely forgiven. Not just by me, but I’m sure Brezziana and Wanderlust share the same sentiment. If Sara was here, she absolutely would agree too.” They looked determined, gently running a hand over his shoulder, closely watching for any sign the contact might not be okay.

“But why? My mother almost destroyed your home, and successfully destroyed so many others. I willingly helped her, you realize that, right?” Jack looked up at them, eyebrows knit together in confusion. He didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand. If he was in his friends position, there’s no way he could have even thought about trusting him. After everything, what does he have to offer? “Nothing can change the lives I’ve ruined,, as much as you think im a good person, I’m just not. You’ve been deceived.”

They just stared at him blankly, motioning for him to move in order for them to sit on the bed too. Mihaly looked over at him, head cocked like a dog processing instructions. Their hands clasped together, sitting in their lap.

“You have not deceived anyone. This is truly who you are, you’re not evil. Why would I lie?”

Jack sighed, letting his head hang again. “I just don’t- I can’t process why anyone would even want to be in the same room as me, let alone why you guys would be friends with me.”

Mihaly thought for a moment, adjusting the way they were sitting so their knees were under them. It made them a smidge taller, and allowed them to face his direction better. “Listen to me. Would you have done everything you did if you weren’t under the influence of Nightswan?”

He went silent.

Would he have? He had free will as it was, he could have rebelled at any moment, right. Some part of him must have liked it, if he kept it going for so long, right?. But if his mother was never in the picture, he would have never even thought about harming people the way he had. He would have been touring or writing music this whole time instead, right?

“I- I don’t know.” He admitted, staring off at the wall, intentionally avoiding looking at Mihaly. He knew what look they were going to have on their face. The same one they wear when they’re right about the culprit in Clue, or Wanderlust messes up a recipe they told him he was doing wrong. For better or worse, they knew what they were talking about most of the time, it was just difficult to believe.

“Well I for one don’t think you’d do anything you’ve done if she wasn’t your parent.” They were being as genuine as they possibly could, and hoped that Jack could feel it. They knew it wasn’t always easy to tell when things were serious if they were talking. “You have done nothing but good since I have met you.”

The boy wiped his face, trying in vain to stop himself from crying anymore. He didn’t want to look at them when he was in such a state. He knew it was fine, he knew this was just how he was feeling, but something about this entire situation felt wrong to him. Like even talking about this concern made him a bad person. He was being self aware, he thought he could fix it himself. No one else was supposed to know, because he knew it would just worry the others.

He took a shaky breath, attempting with everything in him to believe what they were saying. He tried to process it, internalize it without that shock of immediate denial running down his spine. Even as he replayed what they said in his head, it just couldn’t slip past those feathery barriers in his brain that point out every flaw he had.

“I don’t know if I can believe you right now,,” he eventually spat through grit teeth, still just staring forward, the hand not around his leg now gripping the comforter under them. He didn’t know what he was doing, being so honest about everything. It was something about Mihaly that made you trust them, even if you’ve just met. It was something so special about them, he just wished that magic wasn’t in effect in times like these. Where he wanted to share just too much information than another person should have to carry.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to right now.” They draped their arms around Jack’s shoulders. The two sat for a second until they felt a sob shake his body. It took everything in them not to shush him, but they were afraid that might be a bit much at the moment. “Just know that you are priceless. We couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

They sat in silence, while Jack cried. He eventually let himself lean into their hug, dropping his foot back to the floor. They let out a sigh of relief, happy that he was accepting the comfort. The two stayed this way for a moment, until Jack felt comfortable enough to look Mihaly in the eyes again, at least.

“Apologies for just dumping this on you.” He said, a chuckle behind his voice. He attempted to wipe his face with the edge of his sleeve, shrugging at his previous statement.

Mihaly just kept their soft expression, holding back from the lecture they could be giving. He didn’t have to apologize, he should have talked to someone sooner. “You’re cool. Do you want to come out with the others? We were thinking of getting ice cream.” They smiled.

#this took way too long to write help #that’s the real reason I don’t write anymore #but yknow #anywayyyy #just dance #just dance 2023 #jack rose #jack rose just dance #mihaly #just dance mihaly #mihaly just dance #angst #fluff #bun bun writes #just dance fanfiction #just dance 2023 fanfiction

[silverstarfics]

Virgil’s day of @thunder-pride !! Here, have something I wrote at 2am because who needs sleep schedules? (I’m joking. Please get some sleep, guys. Yes, this is directed at one person in particular). It technically follows on from my fic for Day 3, but it can be read as a stand alone too :)

AO3 link

Virgil hesitated in the doorway, quickly backed away before he could be spotted, then began pacing back-and-forth along the corridor again. At this rate he was likely to wear a hole in the patterned rug which Grandma had brought back from holiday, lying in pride of place at the foot of the stairs. He’d taken off his sneakers in an attempt to reduce this risk but even in socks it was still a distinct possibility.

“What’s wrong with you?” Gordon asked, knocking the front door shut with his heel. “Yo, Virg.” He kicked his shoes under the coat rack and peeled off his sweaty socks, tossing them at his brother’s head. “What’s up?”

Virgil slowed to a momentary halt. “What are you doing here?”

“Um…” Gordon shot him a weird look. “I live here?”

“Don’t you have swim practice?”

“That ended like twenty minutes ago.” Gordon’s voice grew muffled as he disappeared into the living room on the hunt for his hoodie. “So? Why are you acting like more of a freak than usual?”

“Thanks for that.”

Virgil propped himself against the wall and knocked his head back against the plasterwork with an inward groan. Gordon’s practice finished an hour after school, which meant he had officially been pacing in this corridor for seventy minutes. It was official – he was a disaster.

There was no reason for this to scare him so much. He knew his entire family would love and accept him regardless of his identity. And yet the idea of telling his grandmother that he had a boyfriend seemed comparable to holding a fully grown Huntsman spider in his bare hands which was saying a lot given his fear that was fast becoming undeniable arachnophobia.

God, this was so stupid. He knocked his head against the wall again, this time with an audible thud.

“Uh, Virg?” Gordon peered around the door. “I know I was giving you shit before, but, like… are you okay? Because pacing in the corridor is usually Scott’s thing. You don’t have to take over just because he’s at Yale now. This house doesn’t actually need holes in the floor. There are already enough in the walls.”

“That’s because you keep kicking soccer balls indoors.”

“Really? That’s the part you focussed on?”

Virgil slid down the wall to land in a sorrowful heap.

“I’m…” He flapped a hand vaguely.

“Annoying? A total dork?” Gordon grinned. “I’ve got a whole list, I can keep going.”

“I don’t know how to be a functional person,” Virgil corrected, drawing his knees up to hide his face.

He wrapped his arms around his legs and willed himself to become invisible. Or maybe sink through the fabric of reality into a universe where conversations didn’t fill him with dread and ordinary, everyday things such as speaking in class or getting a lower grade or holding a boy’s hand in a corridor didn’t terrify him.

It was so, so dumb. Sometimes he wondered if Scott had stolen all the confidence genes and left none for the rest of them, only Gordon seemed to flourish in any environment which sort of disproved that theory.

Steps creaked on the broken floorboard to his right that no one had gotten around to replacing. He didn’t lift his face from his knees. It was easier to keep his eyes shut and just focus on breathing, which had suddenly become a lot harder than it should have been. Someone flicked him on the head but he only registered the sting as background noise.

“Virgil?”

At fourteen, Gordon was now steadfast in his belief that he was ‘basically an adult already’ but every so often a very childlike fear would creep back into his voice. This was one such instance.

“Um, Virg? You need to breathe. That’s an actual thing humans have to do to stay alive.” He let out a nervous laugh. “Dude, I’m not kidding. You’re kinda freaking me out here. Do I need to get Grandma? Or we could call Scott but he’s probably busy with annoyingly cool college stuff. I mean, we could try ringing John because he’s a nerd with no social life so everyone at Harvard definitely thinks he’s a weirdo, but I’m not sure what use he’d be.”

It was easy to tell when Gordon was nervous because he started rambling. And yeah, he’d recently undergone a transformation into a bit of an obnoxious, rude teenager, but he still had a kind heart and behind closed doors he was still a good brother too, even if he refused to let the rest of the world see it yet. So, it wasn’t really too much of a surprise when he plonked himself down next to Virgil and shuffled close enough to press their shoulders together.

“So,” Gordon declared with a healthy dose of fake cheer. “How’s your day going?”

Virgil choked on a damp laugh which made him cough. This had the bonus of resetting his breathing rate even if it was fairly gross. “You know, shockingly, I think I’ve had better.”

Gordon elbowed him lightly. “Do I need to murder someone?”

Virgil dragged the back of his hand across his eyes with a sniff. “Yeah, right. How are you gonna murder anyone in my grade, short stuff?”

“Fair point. Why are all juniors so freakishly tall this year? Apart from you, obviously. Anyway, I could totally take out their kneecaps. I know a girl on the lacrosse team and she’d lend me a stick. Just… whack, you know? Or I could publicly humiliate them. I’ve still got stink bombs left over from last summer. Just say the word and I’ll ruin them.”

Virgil exhaled in a rush. “Nobody did anything.” He twisted his hands together. There was still paint dried under his nails and he longed to return to earlier’s art lesson when he’d made up his mind to come out to Grandma and had felt so certain about it. “It’s just… me.”

“The thing that’s bothering you is… yourself?” Gordon tilted his head with a confused frown. “I know I’m the family idiot, but that doesn’t make a lot of sense, Vee.”

“Hey.” Virgil thumped him on the arm. “Don’t call yourself an idiot.”

Gordon just looked at him.

“You’re not an idiot.”

“Yeah, okay, tell that to my Physics paper. Anyway, that is so not the point right now. How are you upsetting yourself? Seems kinda dumb to me. Unless this is a new thing you’re trying? Tortured young artist, some crap like that.”

Virgil fought a smile. “No, it’s not a thing. It’s just…”

“You?”

“Me.”

Gordon slid down the wall with a loud groan. “Virg, you’re killing me here. We’re going in circles. I feel like I’m swimming laps again. Just tell me already, jeez.” He shuffled to sit in front of Virgil, propping his chin in his hands with a mischievous smile. “Tell me, tell me, tell me. Are you getting annoyed yet? Because I won’t stop until you tell me, tell me, tell me, tell-”

“I think I’m pansexual.”

“-me. Wait, what?”

Virgil stared at the flecks of dried paint on his jeans. His voice sounded embarrassingly small as he repeated softly, “I think I’m pansexual.”

“You think or you know?”

“I know.”

“Huh. Cool.” Gordon frowned. “Wait, is that what’s been bothering you? Because you know none of us are homophobic asshats. Also, like, have you met John? No way he’s straight. And I made out with Robby at Taylor’s party so I’m definitely not- I mean, uh, I made out with Robby at a place that was totally not Taylor’s house because of course I didn’t go to a party when Dad said I was grounded.”

Virgil wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. There were too many emotions crammed into his chest. He ended up making a humiliating broken noise that was partway between a sob and a laugh.

Gordon awkwardly wrapped his arms around him, uncertain whether a hug was welcome, and Virgil melted against him, trying to pretend as if his eyes weren’t welling. He tucked his face into his little brother’s shoulder and fought back tears.

“Hey, Virg?” Gordon sounded uncharacteristically genuine. “It’s okay. You know it’s okay, right? Like, you’re my brother and I support you and, I dunno, love you or something. So, um, you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Thanks.” Virgil drew an unsteady breath. “Really. Thanks. That… helps.” He withdrew to wipe tears from his face, ducking his head to hide his expression. “You need a shower, by the way. You stink of chlorine.”

“Dude, I just spent an hour in a pool. What did you expect?” Gordon moved to sit beside him again, stretching his legs across the corridor and cracking his knuckles just to see Virgil cringe. “So… have you got a girlfriend? Boyfriend? Partner?”

“Oh my god.”

“What? I’m curious.”

“We’re not having this conversation.”

“Oh, but we are.” Gordon fished a celery crunch bar out of his pocket and tore the wrapper open with his teeth. “So?”

“I might have a boyfriend.”

“I knew it!” Gordon let out a delighted laugh. “I’ve always wanted to threaten someone. Like, if you ever hurt my brother I will hunt you down and destroy you.”

“I’m officially never introducing you. Anyway, I feel like you’re forgetting the part where I’m the big brother here. It’s my job to threaten your dates.”

“Yeah, but you’re… you know?”

“No?”

Gordon gestured vaguely. “You have soft feelings.”

“Okay, we’re done here.”

“Aw, Virg, c’mon…”

“Bye, Gordon, see you later.”

“Don’t you mean bi Gordon?”

“Huh?”

Gordon hauled himself upright with a sigh. “Never mind. Go tell Grandma about your boyfriend. She might get distracted enough that she forgets to make dinner and we can order pizza.”

Virgil hesitated. “Hey, uh, Gordon?”

“Nope. I don’t want to hear it. I know that face. Don’t go bringing all your gross emotions into my space. You’ll ruin my vibe.” Gordon pushed him towards the kitchen. “Go!”

#all i do is write these guys as teens these days #not sure how that happened #also this was supposed to be Virgil and Grandma but Gordon took over #which really shouldn't surprise me anymore but hey #thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #thunderbirds are go

[kiss-my-freckle]

I've seen people say Elena slut shamed Rebekah when she said "Not disagreeing on the easy part," to her on the island when Rebekah slut shamed Elena for sleeping with Damon by calling her a trollop before. Elena wasn't mad about Rebekah sleeping with Stefan like she was Damon. She questioned both Damon and Rebekah for sleeping together in 3x15, and in Stefan and Rebekah's case she only questioned Stefan without getting mad. Rebekah tried to make Elena jealous by saying Stefan likes her again but she didn't show anger like she did when Rebekah said Damon likes her a lot. If anything the not disagreeing on the easy part seemed more tied to how Rebekah loves Klaus blindly and recklessly and is partly influenced by him in doing morally wrong things, as well as a dig at Rebekah for slutshaming her. People really can't stop hating on Elena. Bonnie used being trans as an insult in the pilot and Elena told her not to do that but people hate Elena more. I love all of them, but Elena doesn't deserve to be hated for standing up for herself.

There's a lot of slut-shaming, and slut-shaming is something I honestly don't agree with. At any rate, it's absurd to me that anyone slut-shames Elena because I've only counted three sexual partners for her. Matt actually has more sexual partners than Elena does. Yes, Rebekah slut-shamed Elena before Elena slut-shamed Rebekah.

When it came to Damon sleeping with Rebekah, Elena was jealous af. When it came to Stefan sleeping with Rebekah, she was angry af. Elena has no problem with Stefan moving on, she has a problem with Stefan moving on with the girl that literally killed her and made her a vampire. If not for Rebekah killing her, Elena would've accepted their relationship.

Fans hate on Elena because they like to believe she completely changed when she started dating Damon. In truth, she changed long before, vampirism simply amplified her human traits. Elena was always capable of being selfish and mean just like Damon, but she guards that part of herself. As I often say, death does things to people. Becoming a vampire changed Elena in the fact that she's no longer always about pleasing everyone else. She's willing to fight for what she wants because she literally died for it. That's what makes her able to admit her feelings for Damon. She's done wasting time, done pretending for the sake of protecting Stefan's feelings. "The first rule of truly living: Do the thing you're most afraid of." Rebekah's comment explains why Elena feels most alive while she's with Damon. She's truly living despite being technically dead. Elena has a massive parallel with Vicki that I intend to post at some point. That said, Elena's life with Stefan became pathetic af in season 3. She's no longer in love with him, and all the while, struggling to tell him she wants to be with Damon. In 3x19, Damon basically tells Elena he wasn't gonna make things easier for her. She'd have to figure things out the hard way, and the hard way is becoming a vampire sired to him lol.

There's absolutely no reason for fans to hate on Elena. Characters like Stefan, Damon, and Rebekah are a shit-ton older than she is. Girl is a human 18 year old with little experience in life and love. She's allowed to make the same mistakes they did.

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

All things Cylas

writing, moodboards, random facts, asks, etc.

and yes, I do think I'm funny

Writing:

The Ambrose Saga (even though there isn't much Ambrose in it)

Darrell and Cylas: The First Contact(s) (1 2)

as in, half ask, half rp with Blue about text/insta messages exchanged between Cylas and Darrell

Oh, Honey, Do You Want Me Now?

Cylas meets a not-so-nice guy, happens the night after her first message to Darrell, kind of simultaneously to Blue's Hogs of Hell

Call Me Maybe (ft. Darrell)

Cylas and Darrell meet at a diner

Road Trip (Gone Wrong)

Cylas and Ambrose I, in which a car breaks down (duh)

Lose Control

Cylas and Ambrose II, first impressions are important, Cylas' probably wasn't that great

Loose Ends (mention of Darrell)

Cylas and Ambrose III, Cylas wins over the twins (kinda) by being her nice and charming self - and Darrell coming by just as the right time

The Road So Far (ft. Lee)

On their way back home, they encounter a stranger

I See The Danger In Being Unprepared (ft. Lee)

Lee and Cylas get to the gas station and meet a group of guys, what could go wrong?

I've Got A Secret, I'm Telling Everyone (ft. Lee)

Are they being followed? And, if so, by whom? Will the situation escalate?

Stand-Alone/One-Shots

Lost Within Musings about the past

Delirium Takes Over Me, You're Just Another Casualty Their coping mechanisms aren't always the best, but at least no innocents get hurt

Kissing blurb (ft. Darrell) to be continued...? writing murder and torture is easier

When I'm Gone After waking up feeling weird Cylas goes out to clear their head

Cylas and Clay, or: How I Met My Murder Bestie

Take A Chance On Me Clay and Cylas first meeting when they just so happen to go after the same victim (technically, Cylas had him first)

Little Talks Opening up about the past can be difficult, and sometimes you grow unaware of how horrible an experience really was until you get an outsider's perspective

Some Days I Don't Know If I Am Wrong Or Right

I Can't Decide Whether You Should Live Or Die Clay gets to finally meet Cylas' former tormentor - after learning a little more about the past

Oh I Could Bury You Alive Sharing the workload of the disposal of a body

Alt Timeline, or: Somehow I Made Her Worse...?

ramblings/introduction/first thoughts

Nothing Compares To The Promise I Have In You When I say that this version of Cylas has a kind of unhealthy relationship with Father Darrell Todd and idolises him, I am not lying.

Art and Moodboards:

Cylas and Odile: Aren't you tired of being nice? by solmints-messyocdiary

Cylas and Odile by solmints-messyocdiary

Alt Cylas and Father Darrell

Moodboards:

Cylas, murder bean edition

Aesthetic/Fashion moodboard made by myers-meadow

Subject#279-LS19981010WHV-20210609AR1623

Diner meeting

Death is Mercy by rottent33th

The Last Time Always Hurts The Most

A World Of Peace And Harmony

Miscellaneous:

Introduction

Some General Info

Incorrect Quotes (1 2)

Music edit by angxlslasher

Iceberg meme

Valentine's Day card from Cylas to Darrel

Meanwhile In Ambrose... A very serious sketch

Shirts my OCs would wear

Blorbo Bingo

OC Questions (1 2 3 4 5)

Cylas and The Patron by solmints-messyocdiary He said no pickles

Looks:

(Rough) Scar Placement Ref

Cylas made in Hero Forge

random scribbles

Say "Hi" to the camera Blue's response to an ask I sent that includes art of Cylas

Cylas by solmints-messyocdiary

random pencil sketch I suppose

Picrew I

Picrew II (includes alt timeline Cylas and Ghost)

Picrew III

#cylas masterlist #cylas keir #cylas writes #darrel todd #clay spencer #leander harrison #lee harrison #alt timeline #clay and cylas #darrell and cylas #lee and cylas