#i cannt TAKE THIS

[madame-mongoose]

cause everytime we touch i get this feeling

oooh my fucikgn god

#i #im #i still am #speechless #fghhhhhh #i;m #i judt #hoooly shit #faceplanting my face into his stomacj and screaming #i cannt TAKE THIS #i think g im gonna hae a heart attACk #dear lord #I CQNT DEAL WITH THISS #ooh god oh god #can anyone hear me>???? #WHAT ARE YIU GETTIGN OUT IF THIS I M DYNG PLEASE #HABE MERCY #i need to kill yiu #jesussss #self ship #my art #monnie answers

[eridork-ampora]

my Arm? ActUAlly. I dOnt nEEd It. And yOU hAshtAg bOy, dOnt yOU thInk If I gOt A pOrtAl tO yOUr ExpAIrEmEnt, I cAn gEt tO yOU? dOnt tEst mE yOU UncOOkEd cAlAmArI!

......

Anyway enjoy the blanket Eridan.

-SC

...

#wwhat the fuck is wwronng wwith you fucker go to hell you cannt fuckinn hurt us you cannt do shit i onnly alloww your presennce annd i cann #just as easily take it away donnt fuckinn test mme #post #ic #homestuck ask blog #ask #canon #img #SC

[toontownportraits]

queen won! here's the promised art <3

#I CANT DRAW KISSING 💔💔💔 but the smudged lipstick was so fun to draw #everytime i look at the last panel i go INSANE because i'm GAY #the bagel draws #fanart #safeutdr #deltarune #deltarune fanart #inside job #inside job netflix #inside job fanart #reagan ridley #queen deltarune #q5u4ex7yy2e9n #im not tagging this queensweep bc im SCARED but feel free to tag it so #also everyone look at my queen design i enjoy drawing her like that <3<3<3 #MWAH #when i was working on this i was considering these two as an actual pairing... it could be cute? #im TRYING to keep it a crack ship but..... i cannt resist.............. #ok. take thsi.

[sevens-evan]

one of my professors literally will not answer my emails Begging for an extension because of my literal concussion and i am one more email away from committing a crime

#evan says shit #i'm simply not going to turn the paper in on time and if he complains i'm taking it to the dean lmao #sorry i cannt be expected to write a paper about marcuse under these conditions.

[lunarharp]

a random draft where i was ramblingg about witch hat & art to myself for myself :)

rare time i feel like actually going off about the thing i’m having fun with right now in more detail ... but not on twt where strangers might try to discuss back at me lol sorry but that is scary. (not that you even have the room to soliloquy on there)

i love how there's characters for varying types of artists to relate to. people like agott who have been adept at drawing from a young age but feel overwhelmed by feelings of not meeting their expectations. and are driven mostly by feelings of wanting to prove their worth..

people like oru who have always been around the art but now are burnt out from commissions and wondering just what they're drawing for... and ones i relate to the most personally like coco and qifrey, who started drawing at an older age to the skilled people around them. like coco i'm so happy that i'm in the world of drawing(/magic) now and excited every day but also weighed down by fears that i'll never get to what i where i need to be after starting at this late stage and also whether i'm really cut out for this....

and like qifrey i only started drawing after a narrow escape from trauma... i started drawing to make sense of what my life is now, just as he was invited by beldaruit to become a witch because it was the only safe path he could take. (although i've not been through anything quite like what he's been through... ouagh)

and there’s tetia who just wants to draw to make other people feel happy about what she’s made, to have fun, and spread hope and happiness and gratitude. who feels so happy whenever someone thanks her for what she’s created - i understand now how it feels to want to thank them for thanking her and how making art, when you get a meaningful response, can be a truly warm communal type experience. but you do need that response - her overwhelming happiness when the dragon thing was happy and she said it was the first time she’d ever felt fully appreciated for her magic and it made her soooo happy. she had been drawing until then, but it was the last puzzle in place to make her realise the breadth of what magic can be for her.

and riche who is determined to not lose the “her”-ness from her art, doesn’t want to learn new techniques and become more regular and orthodox in style if it means she feels she’s losing something... i get that!!! precious autistic-coded child... the ways we feel about our art differ depending on our own mental landscapes. hahhhh... shirahama said she began this series because she was having a conversation with artist friends about how it feels like drawing just really is magic. i mean..... it is.

i think writing feels like magic too, and i’m glad i can do both now. any creation is total magic. i’ve drawn scenes that were in my head and that’s let other people see them and if i can trust their comments about it, has moved them in some way or at least let them imagine a scene or a situation that they wouldn’t have imagined otherwise. but it’s different from just telling someone about it. when you draw something, or write something it really exists now - outside of you. THAT’S SO WEIRD.

i liked drawing a lot of takarazuka things (before i realised i got kind of burnt out drawing all this transcore stuff that people were not exactly responding to because it’s so niche and weird lmao) but drawing fanart for something that also ONLY exists in art is so special. it’s not acted by real people. like.. they’re just little people that someone drew and now i draw them too. total magic. and she gets up and draws them every day the same as me...

i love that a manga isn’t just art, it’s storytelling too. doing both writing and drawing at the same time - it feels like such a perfect and fascinating combination of skills and facets of creation. i’m better at writing than drawing, so i don’t feel like i can express my original stories well enough in comic form just yet. but i might just get there.

the world is so confusing and overwhelming and terrible every day. only creation is something i can understand. sometimes i can’t understand it - when i feel REALLY bad, it’s definitely like, what’s the point. and i wish i had more things to experience at present than just creation - i want to be outside and just feel and be as well as create. and at some point i’ll definitely stop posting my creations online. but creating has become something that i don’t need to understand the reason for it - so at those times when i wonder what the real point to any of this is.... lately, i usually still create anyway. just as you’d still breathe and sleep even though you’re hurt and confused by the horrors of the world. it’s becoming how i express myself. i find myself drawing pretty much every day because it’s part of how i make sense of shit now and i naturally want to do it. not doing it is painful.

i hope this magic continues. i hope it becomes far more wonderful than i can even imagine from here.

and i won't lose.

#things really are different if you start drawing in your mid/late 20s or onwards. #you haven't developed your idea of yourself as an 'artist' at the time your brain was developing your identity. #but reading something that is basically saying- it's not too late and you have your own magic that only youan do... is so heartening. #also the manga is very gay. it's not THAT shockingly original and fascinating a story- but like... #i just don't know many ongoing fun series with interesting lovable characters where there are also major representations #for disability race queerness etc. #esp if tetia is trans. shirahama-sensei you can tell me... #MOSTLY IM LOSING MY MIND AT WHERE THE SERIES IS GOING LIKE I AM SCARED. my theories are dark and i fear for qifrey SOMEONE HELP HIMMM.. #ONCE AGAIN LET SOMEONE HLEP YOU YOU QUESTIONABLE AND TRAGIC GAY LITTLE SKIRT MAN #i hate that i had to just let my fic be so short. I CANT WRITE ANY MORE RIGHT NOW...i would have to make up so much plot stuff #bc orufrey CANNT happen they cant freaking KISS until so much is sorted out between them which requires the plot moving forward and.. #AUGHHH !!!! sensei please just tell me what happens please please please please please please please please please #the next chapter looks hella plot-ful but STILL..it's going to take YEARS..i just want to know if qifrey IS GOING TO SURVIVE THIS SHIT !!!! #if the brimhats [redacted] then he'll [redacted] and THEN WHAT IF [redacted] has to [redacted] I FEEL LIKE SENSEI'LL DO THAT !!! SCARED #SURELLLY she'll have [redacted] have to [redacted] but i dont think shed go as far as [redacted] ?????? #i plan to go to japan next year if possible anyway but what if it's too early for an anime-fuelled merch section in animate. please #this is like the first new and non-zuka thing i've been hyperfixated on for years. i need official qifrey and oru items. I need the items #once again i feel weird putting my personal feelings and theories on the internet to an audience of nobody but once again we will die. #am i going to be on my deathbed thinking 'oh i shouldn't have happily gone off about witch hat on tumblr that time how embarrassing' no. #do you know how worthwhile it is to enjoy something. and to basically avoid other fanworks for the most part so you're just surrounded #by your own pure and enjoyable feelings. #i actually went to a local queer art place yesterday and like. man i was very different to them but #there are people somewhat like me out there huh. somewhere. i'm going to make zines and art and express my world. even if just a bit. #literally why would you priv reblog something like this i think there is something wrong with you? i feel better about myself now #i will find the ones like me not the ones like you <3

[kyunsies]

night shift 2/3 and guys i am not a quitter and i’ve never been one but i need to put myself first and i think i’m going to quit this job

#this was my dream job and i moved to do this but I just don’t think i can handle the stress of icu #i love taking care of these babies but i am not progressing through this orientation and i know im not performing to the acuity that i need #to be at #if i continue to push myself mentally and physically like this i will be very worried about the state of my health and mind #i think i have myself a chance but i cannot come to work feeling miserable and even worse i can’t keep on taking this stress joke w me #*home w me #i cannt be miserable like this and maybe outpatient nursing is a better fit for me :( we’ll see :(

[plaguethewaters]

this is. exhausting

#vent #ignore the nova #im just so fucking tired #i dont even have anyone to properly vent to all my friends have way bigger problems than me and i already vent too much alredy i cannt burd #edn them so much #i tried to post on reddit like 'oh i ma so sick none of my problems are big enough to be considered real problems so im stuck suffering #with basically no support system' #and this guy just went 'oh youre young Real problems that eill make you Really suffer will come in the future #enjoy life now because nothing bad wver happens when youee young dont burden yourself of your friends problem' and i am so mad #first of all did you even read the post. #nobody taking my problems seriously because im houng is literally my probleem fuck #and I'll WANT to burden myself w/ ny friends problems i want to help them through that and help then be better. #like fucking shit #i know im being pathetic and crying about nothing alredy i KNOW #i have no real problema im just a little spoiled fucking bitch that doesnt jnow gow the world works and will ve destroyed in adulthood i fu #fuckjng know goddamnit #but can someone fuckjng be compassionate for once in my fucking life #and km being unfair my friends understand me so much and they alredy help me so fucking much #my best friend held me through so many crying sessions but she shouldt HAVE to #my support system shouldnt be made of other emotionally instable teens that are all fighting their own fucking battles #theu dont always have the energy to help me and they should nt be able to thats not their fucking job #i just want a fucjing therapist #kr like. a parent that will not thell me im dumb when i say o legitimately struggle with studying and have panick attacks and self harm #like i love them but goddamnit #i want to love nyself too #this is all the period talking after all #i dont have real problems #its just the hormones. #im so fucking pathwtic

[klonoadoortophantomile]

words cannot describe how fucking. AHGHGSJ i hate sharing a computer i hate sharing a computer

#my brothr. has so many fuckjng tabs open all the time #and thats just on one winodw? i know he has others. i had to go through and manauslly close everything out one time #becuz it got to the poinnt. where i just couldnt do anything #. but so right now its so bad i cabt open new tabs i cannot clikc on things #i cant even open my files #without it lagging to hell and back #and every single fucking day #i tell him. he needs to close his tabs #use bookmakrs or some shit to save them instead #becuz i LITERALLY cannt get anything done anymore #and every single fucking day he doesnt do shit about it #ALSO MY ENTIRE USER JUST CRASHED #ENTIRELY UNPROMPTED #i neeed to get myself a laptop this shit is unbearable #i could judt go and shut down his user again but i dont wanna thru all his windows n shit again that sucked #inquisitivewaltz.txt #also everytime my user resets firefox takes forever to load so thats gonna be fun /sarcasm

[llycaons]

I’ve made it halfway through! happy new year to me

#these are the works that are getting less than 200 kudos #idk how much long I'll go #for now I'll take a break and try to read through the *checks history* #almost 900 works I have marked for later #hoo boy #well. most of them are probably bad #no I will not read the high quality original fiction I have saved on my computer. I cannt avery my eyes #ficblogging

[banqanas]

me & @hopkei: losing our minds over the image of sawanatsu performing shirtless

sawamoto natsuki, the man himself: look, tortoise chan :D

#fanta txt #banantxt #youre so right sawanatsu kamechan slow lifeだね #😊😊😊😊 #I CANT TAKE THIS I CANNT TTAKE THIS #SAWAMOTO NATSUKI THE MAN YOU ARE................... #HIS GAP MOE !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[the-acid-pear]

i think im full on having a panic attack rn or its building up to be one (i hate the struggling to breath bit so much im getting tunnel vision im getting lightheaded) but its so enraging because before i had my grandma to talk to and be like yo dad is being a fucking jerk and she'd be like son get your shit together your daughter needs shit but now that's gone and my head hurts i cant fucking breath this is awful

#luly talks #im gonna take a pill i cannt do this rn

[lollytea]

hc that hunter and willow end up sharing a lot of clothing and because hunter has issues with the texture of certain fabrics, he sews that little W patch to remind himself that this or that belongs to willow. theres ceirtaintly an easier way to remember other than sewing an entire patch, but he enjoys designing patches that match the clothing. anyways look at what uve done to me im thinking up domestic huntlow hcs

I could imagine that during the time spent in Camila's house, mixing up clothes was a frequent occurance. Usually between Luz, Amity and Gus. They're all roughly the same size so they'd pull out a shirt, take one look at it and be like "yeah this is probably mine." Considering they're GFs, Luz and Amity wouldn't mind. But Gus would definitely complain if he saw either of them in one of his dino shirts tho lmao.

Willow and Hunter are also susceptible to this but less so. Hunter accidentally wore one of Willow's T-shirts once and when she was like "Borrowing my shirt, huh? ;)", he was absolutely mortified.

"O-oh! Is this yours? I didn't-- I-I'm so sorry. I mean, looking at it now... obviously it's yours. It's got mushrooms on it. Like, duh, am I right? I'll-I'll take it off immediately lemme just--"

"Now I know you're not about to take the shirt off right now in front of her, right?" Gus quickly adds before he embarrasses himself any further.

Hunter freezes, hands bunched in the hem, seconds before yanking the shirt over his head.

"ObViOusly not!" His voice cracks, face scalding. "That'd be weird. So weird! No I-...I'll wash it for you! I know you don't want my weird smell on it..."

Willow tilts head to the side, cocking an eyebrow "I don't?" She asks innocently.

All Hunter can manage is a confused but horribly flustered squeak. It's amazing the heat didn't melt the skin of his face off.

Gus has to give Willow a stern talking to later that day. ("You WILL kill him if you don't tone it down. Stop the violence, Park!!!")

Anyway, after that happens, Hunter does not throw on just anything. He carefully scrutinises every article of clothing he dons and makes absolute certain that it belongs to him. So yeah I could imagine him sewing in little name tags just to keep Willow's clothes out of his pile.

However, this is the point where Willow starts "accidentally" wearing his clothes in return. She bounces into the kitchen for breakfast in one of his rocko button downs and it makes his galdorstone fucking flatline. Sees his life flash before his eyes as he chokes on his cereal. He cannt TAKE this shit anymore man.

You know his sweater? The soft yellow one? Willow once asked to borrow it. She, Lumity and Vee were heading out for a girls day and she had this cute skirt that she wanted to wear and that sweater would match it perfectly and... 🥺

Anyway when Hunter gets it back, there's a strong scent of perfume on it.

"You'll probably wanna wash that." Willow winks, fully aware that he hasn't a notion of washing it. She leaves Hunter a pile of mush, clutching the sweater to his chest for dear life.

He wears it the next day. There's still traces of Willow's scent on it. He tries to be casual about it but fails miserably. She grins like an idiot all day long.

But yes YES absolutely. In a few years time they are constant clothes sharers. Deliberate this time. Very funny to think about Willow intentionally avoiding textures that Hunter doesn't like when clothes shopping, even when they're for her. Cuz like...they'll end up on him at some point probably. If she owns fabrics that bother Hunter, it's clothes that aren't really his style anyway. But shirts, pants, jackets, hoodies. These are all fair game.

Hunter STILL distinguishes every article of clothing with the personalised little patches but you want to know the biggest reason I think he does this?

He wants people to know. He likes flaunting who he's dating honestly.

Luz: *pointing at the leaf patch on the sleeve of Hunter's jacket* Lemme guess. This is your girlfriend's?

Hunter: *is not a teenager anymore and tries to resist the urge to giggle. Fails anyway* yeah 🥰

#huntlow

[laneynoir]

@legoriel-fan this is the one inspired by that link you tagged me in, so I blame you.

Legolas x reader: Not All Come Back.

Word count: 1279 (pretty short, oops)

He understands.

Finally he understands. What causes his fathers protective nature, the reason for his closing the borders of his kingdom. Why King Thranduil keeps those he cares for so close, so protected.

It has taken this. No arrows fire from Legolas' bow, as foes and friend alike make a barrier between himself and you, you who are locked in combat with a troll that is at least six times the size of yourself.

You take it down, but not without a sickening crack from your leg, broken by a final sweep from the horrid creature's mace.

Legolas cries you name, but despite his elven strength he cannot clear a path to your side. He is forced to pull his daggers free, slaying many, but not enough. Never enough.

You are unbable to stand, and glancing at your leg provides a hopeless sight. Not bothering to stiffle the sound of pain that escapes, you drag yourself against the troll and pull free your belt of knives.

Each throw finds a target, but there are only so many of the weapons, and the enemies are endless. Legolas fights against the tide as you loose the last knife. An orc steps close, jagged dagger in hand and malicious smirk on it's face.

Legolas is pressed in from all sides, silver in his hands flashing on auto pilot, he cannit move.

He can only watch.

The orc stomps on the already shattered leg and your body wrenches in pain. You lash out with a half spear from the ground, the orc dodges to the side, but to late and his side is slashed open.

Ripping the weapon from your grasp, it mimicks the movement, cutting your stomach open. It's other hand still holds the knife, which he applies to your face; slicing from right below your hairline, through your brow and down to your chin.

Back. He's been pushed further away, the tide of battle will not allow him closer, but he needs to, he needs to get to you. The accursed orc kicks you, hitting the wound. You roll a few feet before landing, absolutly still.

The Eagles have come, but Legolas does not notice. The majestic birds however, do notice the sound that next escapes the fair prince's body; it is the sound of a shattered heart, breaking the body.

And Legolas understands.

Suddenly by his side is a red haired windmill of fury and determination. Axe hewing oponents with a will, Gimli shouting in Khuzdul.

When a small area is cleared, the dwarf kneels, Legolas taking only a moment to see the idea. Once he does, he feels enough love for the dwarven race to orchestrating an epic balled in their honor, maybe thirteen of them.

"You are mad," Legolas says placing a foot into the double hold of Gimli's hands. "But bright stars I am as well. Away!"

And on his shout, he is launched into the air. The weight of elves is very little, and coupled with the strength of a dwarf the effort is more than sufficient to send Legolas tweanty feet into the air.

Drawing the bow of Lothlórien the orc falls dead before it can touch you again, the next two orcs follow their fellow to deaths door before Legolas touches the ground, a third joins quickly.

You lie still as a corpse, and for a time he thinks that is all he protects. That is all he can see, your face mangled and bloodied so that he cannt even discern your features, but at last his quick eyes catch the shallow choke of breath. 

Hope renewed -though still shallow- he stand by your body until the ground shakes and the forces of Mordor retreat. Until the Eagles collect the hobbits. Until Aragorn is running to Legolas, and a short while later you also are in the sky.

Though there is little chance that you will live, he sees the dispare in Aragorn's eyes.

He cannot leave.

Four weeks you have laid in the bed in comatose state, no recogniton for anything, the only sighn of life is your now steady heartbeat, and steady rise and fall of your chest.

The wound on your side misty healed, and all cuts and bruises have now faded, but your face...

Wraped in bandage, skin reknit by nothing less than magic and the work of a wizard, an elven lord, and, to Legolas relief, an Elvenking. At the three week mark, Legolas asks if there is a way to wake you preemptively.

"Not that I see. And indeed the pain of healing would be... Highly unfortunate. Unconsciousness is, in this case, a blessing." Legolas nodds wairaly at Elrond's words, but does not look away from you. Elrond sighs and leaves the room.

Elves can go long without sleep, but this is far to long, and though Elrond worries after the moral stansing of such a plan, Thranduil is not above drugging his own son.

"Four weeks Elrond,"

"Yes Thranduil I know, however-"

The king waves a gracefully impatient hand. "Four weeks my son has gone without proper nourishment, and no rest to think of. I will not tolerate my son's ill health because of your stubbornness."

Elrond rubbs his temples, Thranduil's voice carries still the tone of a King, but there is such worry beneath the surface that the effect is somewhat lessened. "Alright, I concede, " at the last Elvenking's smug look Elrond scowls. "I still remember exactly how to do so. After all I've had practice. Your famil2u is rather self destructive under mourning, Mellon"

A tilt of the head. "Your administering the tonic after my Maereth passed is exactly what gives me this idea. Legolas is far to muvh like me for anyone's comfort, and I cannot loose him," the piercing blue eyes make contact with Elrond's, they glisten. "Not to the loss of his love, and especially if there still is hope still."

A short while later, when a caring Sam apears with a cup of tea, Legolas has not the heart to turn him away. Elrond smirks despite himself when Thranduil moves his son over to the cot in the corner, covering him gently.

Though Legolas is decidedly displeased when he wakes, he is eventually convinced to take at least a two-hour rest each day, or the threat of removing him from your side will be carried through.

As fate -and the author- would have it, when Legolas has finally layed his head down to sleep (on his own, no more druging thank you father) he hears a movement from the the bed on which you lay.

He's never moved so quickly as this moment, kneeling beside you he grasps your hand, staring anxiously.

"Legolas?"

He moves his head in a movement of affirmation. "Yes Meleth, it is me."

You sit up, and Legolas startled as you rub your eyes vigorously. "Y/n, don't, you are unjured still!" Your breath has vecome eratic, and worried he calls for the guard outsude the door to fetch Elrond.

He snatches your hands away from your face befire you can open the healing wounds. Whispering your name brings yoyr attention back to him.

"Legolas, I cannot see. I cannot see anything."

His heart stops for a moment, before, "Worry not, it is dark still I'm sure your eyesight will be fine my love. It us only temporary."

Elrond arives, immediately checking over your person. When he places a hand in your forehead, tilting your head back, his face is grave. It is not much larer when he leaves, unable to do anything.

You are permenantly blind.

#this sucks and i know it #oh gods #legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas #elrond #thranduil #my fic #NOT a recomendation

[evignonita]

Okay but Damm adorable it would be if Bonehilda adopted nervous like damn u grim you cannt leave thw child like that. Nervous never found himself in the Beaker household and grew up healthy and happy with his bony mom

I LOVED THIS AND NOW I WANT TO IMPLEMENT SOMETHING SIMILAR TO MY HC, THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

sorry for the dirty doodle lmao I did it in less than 10 minutes in class

Ok, but imagine if Bonehilda had been working in an orphanage, and Nervous preteen is in the same orphanage, they meet, and Bonehilda feels the need to take care of him all the time, 'cause Nervous gives her Grim Reaper vibes. Bonehilda is the mother figure to Nervous, whether adapting or not, PERIOD. (🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹)

#the sims 2 #the sims 1 #bonehilda #ts2 #nervous subject #the sims #the sims 2 fanart #sims 2 fanart #doodle #strangetown #simblr #ts2 premades #fanart #sims art #weas

[hella1975]

sometimes i think abt how the foxes still call andrew a monster even after everything with drake and his past gets revealed and i have to throw myself off a bridge a million times to cope w that. character moment that makes me want to be compressed like a wet paper bag. do any of them even THINK ABOUT IT does it even CHANGE ANYTHING FOR THEM

STOOOOOOOOP I CANT TAKE IT I CANNT I CANT I CANT

#like it pissed me off even BEFORE they knew what happened to him bc to all out call someone a MONSTER??? MULTIPLE TIMES?? #just seems excessive. but AFTER??? like originally they're like 'oh we call andrew a monster bc he has crazy boundaries #and reacts violently if you cross them despite them being super unclear so we just think he's really volatile and unpredictable' #but to then not change to 'oh so THAT'S why he has weird boundaries. yeah i too would freak out if every boundary ive ever had #was violated before the age of 7. that might make someone grow up with weird coping mechanisms maybe. perhaps' #LIKE WHAT THE FUCK AND HELL WAS THE THOUGHT PROCESS? WAS THERE A THOUGHT PROCESS? #ask #aftg #andrew minyard

[re-ikrmso]

i cannt; pokepasta ramble ish again. moreon my take of strangled red saga.

door's open is gonna b canon to my pokepasta timeline except. except.

steven fails. also hot take but i liked player/character interaction and them having SOME kind of stake.and also the unexplained possible 4th wall breaks. those have to be intentional .

so i proppose this idea. it's this weird mix of things being in-universe and "meta" but. i suppose in a way the pokemon world is real,and the player just interacts with it. the world is not purely a game, the player affects in-universe things.

the strangled red saga isn't just gonna be me focusing on strangled red no no. if the in-universe game world is real . if the characters can break the 4th wall. be sentient. thne i wonder. all those things the player did to unlock secrets , just how unethical were they in-universe?

this is basically me stitching together the "missing" time between stories. more expansion . the player is very much relevant but we're not exactly going off on their perspective. this is only based off the original trilogy of strangled red btw nothing else

yeah that's right guys . we're doing this from Red's pov, from a in-universe standpoint. kinda. pov will switch but it will be mainly from red's. because what else is more scary then having your entire town pretend your childhood idol doesn't exist, following a ghost, getting killed by said idol and all of a sudden when you wake up you realise your movements are dictated by this disembodied force who can only talk through either forcing your movements, naming your pokemon, or typing.

but youre more scared of the big bad steven right?

"look at what he did"

and red's throat feels tight suddenly. can he tell anyone? not when they're in on it apparently. are his pokemon okay? they are, somehow. somehow. it's that disembodied person's action somehow, something about save files and glitches. they apparently have a stake in this too.

red is alone, feels alone, and then he starts catching pokemon once again and another wayward trade happens. everyone looks shocked. horrified. but they also seem to know and they keep their mouth shut. it's only you and this disembodied force together in it then. against this potential threat. but then it forces you to catch every single pokemon again. they keep dying. one by one., and all red can do to protest is. nothing. because force always tells him it's for the better. they just need some bait. something to see if this curse can be circumvented but people, people keep noticing. they keep noticing he's seemingly throwing away his pokemon. like he has a choice (he feels compelled to move. to speak. to stare, his own actions? he's not sure if that's his choice to walk)

and there's this compromise (not really) where instead of trading in public. he trades with this fella named Gold. they die anyways. they keep dying. but he has to progress. because only that disembodied force has been keeping it real with him.

#pokepasta ramble #my take on the strangled red saga