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michellemisfit · 5 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @juliakayyy @lingy910y @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @mickeysgaymom @deedala @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @stocious @mybrainismelted @energievie

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father?

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) would be pretty cool, AND magic.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Do laws include laws of science and… y’know… reality? If not… Mother fucking dragon, baby!

What is your Chinese takeout order?

Salt & Pepper chicken. Duck pancakes. Satay chicken. Prawn crackers. An insane quantity of spring rolls for @rutherinahobbit

What's your favorite emoji?

I’ve become very fond of 🫡, but the one I use most often is probably 🥺 - it’s literally my face. I look at Ruth like that and say ‘I am the emoticon’ and then she has to be nice to me… 🥺

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

Library. For the aesthetic and the comfy comfy reading nooks! Also I would be able to have all my favourite fic bound and displayed in the library <3 <3 <3

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

My Little Pony and Animals Of Farthing Wood

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had it for longer, but I first started really using it for Shadowhunters, and 90% of the fandom was here, before it largely moved to Twitter, and now has been struggling to move back, so has sort of become a bit homeless 🥺

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Anything neat and tailored. I think it looks fly AF, but I have neither the body type nor the patience for it.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Stars Hallow is really good shout I’ve seen other people use. Also any fictional TV show that basically takes place in a home, only. I’d be all over that! haha

What is your favorite piece of art?

I’ve been obsessed with ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’ ever since I was about 10 years old.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

I recently broke my water bottle so I’ve got a temporary replacement one and I hate it. It’s boring and too big and not the right shape. Grr.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I’m pretty loud about all my fic feelings. Sometimes I unexpectedly enjoy a Mafia/Crime AU, though I would never go looking for it!

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I’ve got three. A tote bag for when I bring lunch Tupperwares into work or otherwise have to transport big things. A large backpack for when I bring my laptop into work or travel. And a tiiiiiiiny backpack (smaller than A5) and the weirdest thing is how much stuff I manage to fit into it! First Aid Kit. Sewing Kit. Wallet. Phone. Portable Phone Charger. Sunglasses. Tissues. Cigarettes. House keys. Pill box. Misc. hair things for when other people need them.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Carl. Ultimate chaos couple!!!! 🙌

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

We all know the old adage: You're only ever one good fic away from developing that weird kink you keep making jokes about, stay humble.

There’s nothing that hits quite the way an unexpected horny swoop hits! Stay humble. Stay open. Stay curious.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Mickey Milkovich voice: YUP YUP

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

Agree with @lingy910y - I absolutely see Mickey and Carl fighting for the bat! it’s their potato masher!! <3

Tagging @silvanshadow @captainjowl @thisdivorce @crestfallercanyon @heymacy @ohkate @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @ian-galagher @imikhailotakeyouian @mikhailoisbaby @depressedstressedlemonzest

#weekly tag Wednesday #tag game #Mys stuff #darlingian

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evilkitten3 · 1 year

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@blueper-saiyan

#Not sure if I’m allowed to pull out these tags as a separate reblog#but that is an interesting and fucked up theory I like it#and absolutely want to hear the long version#vegeta

you absolutely are as far as i'm concerned but since op's post was getting a bit long i'll respond here

dbz always reblog i have a theory that there's actually a reason for this it stems from my theory that vegeta's mom doesn't exist bc he's a clone of his dad basically it eventually become obvious that frieza was going to take whichever kid was heir to the throne so king vegeta (kv i guess) went ''aight we need a Super Baby (no tuffles allowed) and i'm the coolest guy on the planet. need a baby me'' so he gets a bunch of the buffest nerds imaginable (be real saiyan scientists like the job bc they get to fight physics) and start working kv: i need this kid to last as long as possible we're gonna need to buy some time scientists: got it boss *proceed to make the universe's most ridiculously hard to kill infant* how's this kv: excellent. frieza catch! frieza: oh this is adorable! i'm going to traumatize it =) <-an extremely brief summary of my hc

(^the tags in question)

ok so first there are a couple of things i need to get out of the way ahead of time– namely, i'm not the first person to come up with the vegeta-is-a-clone idea; the first person i saw with that idea was someone who wrote a fic i read a while back that i'm blanking on the name of at the moment, and while their version is massively different from mine, the core concept of clone!veggie is more or less the same

the second thing is that i get way too into world building sometimes and so a lot of pieces of my hcs get mixed up with one another and often don't fit in with established canon (which isn't like abnormal or anything but i want to clarify that i already know some of this doesn't perfectly slot up. in my defense the db timeline doesn't even match up with itself half the time)

the final thing is that while i've seen bits of the anime and the first handful of super episodes, i'm mostly a manga fan, so i view any non-manga parts of dragon ball as free real estate

buckle up, i was not kidding about the length (*immature snickering*)

SO.

first and foremost the relationship between the tuffles and the saiyans: the tuffles are described as being a peaceful yet technologically advanced race, but in my hc, they're a bit more complicated than that. for starters, i don't see how a supposedly peaceful race is going to have high-tech blasters, and while it's possible that they're for defensive purposes, it... really doesn't give off that vibe. also they were super into some fairly questionable science, some of which objectively involved human experimentation (or... humanoid experimentation, i guess)

jumping back to the future for a sec: gohan. gohan is a half-human, half-saiyan male hybrid, and while two separate species somehow producing a hybrid child isn't unheard of, male hybrids are almost always completely infertile. and yet, gohan grows up and has a kid (another explanation is gohan and videl are t4t, which i also love, but it doesn't really fit into this). so how are saiyans and humans not only capable of reproducing together, but capable of having children that can also reproduce? my theory here is that saiyans are genetically modified (early) humans– tuffles arrived on earth sometime prior to homo erectus finishing the jump to homo sapiens, grabbed a handful of various lab rats, and got to work.

this would also explain why saiyan tails look the way they do. to elaborate, here's a spider monkey skeleton:

notice how the tail is made up of more vertebrae that continue along the same curve as the rest of the spine. meanwhile, goku's tail looks like this:

it juts straight out, almost perpendicular to his spinal cord. to me, that does not look like how tails work– it looks grafted on. in the video game kakarot, bulma even makes goku a fake tail for him to fish with that he can just... stick right on there. i know dragon ball science is already broken af (someone please explain to me how dr briefs isn't basically a deity for inventing capsules), but if the tail is a genetic trait that didn't evolve naturally, it makes some sense (in the way anything in dragon ball makes sense, that is)

so– saiyans are a highly adaptable species that seem to be able to eat basically whatever, can both endure and dish out catastrophic amounts of damage, are biologically driven to fight to the point where it's hard to imagine how a society full of them could function at all, get stronger whenever they recover from being seriously injured, can transform into giant apes, and yet have a glaringly obvious weakness that can pretty much completely incapacitate them if you know about it? they seem designed for war, and not in the natural evolution-is-just-funny-like-that-sometimes way.

what we know about the tuffles sort of differs from source to source, but the most negative opinions come from the saiyans– according to vegeta, the tuffles basically treated them as slaves. which... yeah, that adds up, given everything.

anyway, here's where i divorce from canon entirely bc according to gt, king vegeta iii is the one who led the saiyans in the war against the tuffles, which raises... honestly so many questions. so i'm ignoring that; it was vegeta i and he was never officially king, but more on that later. i also need to note that the whole "saiyans lived on planet sadala, fucked it up, and moved to planet plant which later became planet vegeta" to my knowledge is not manga canon but since i like the general idea, i sorta moved it a bit.

in my version, the saiyans and the tuffles both lived on planet sadala, but the war between the two species got a little out of hand and the planet was kaputski (to be fair, if you suddenly got to turn into a giant ape and wreak havoc on the people who were possibly enslaving you, you might go a bit overboard too), so the saiyans stole all the tuffles' ships and gtfo'd (this is why everyone was so sure the tuffles were gone. bc typically blowing up someone's planet is a good way to get rid of all of them. at least in theory– i'm sure frieza can tell you all about how well it works in practice)

back to vegeta i– he wasn't a king, technically, but he was the saiyan who started, led, and according to all saiyan sources (which are biased but w/e) finished the revolt, and chose to die on the planet in an act of heroic sacrifice and/or symbolism and/or his daughter twisted a fact or two bc propaganda is a game we all can play, and the new planet they landed on was named after him. said daughter took the same name, declared the planet and the king to be one and the same, and set about conquering the shit out of it. so vegeta ii was technically the first king but if you asked her she was the second and also disrespecting her father and probably also about to be killed via spear (oh btw king vegeta ii is famed for her giant war spear which was very cool and intimidating and probably didn't see much use outside of ritual combat bc it's honestly more efficient to just blast people but all the statues and art and whatnot have her with it)

i'm going to take a minute to gloat about vegeta ii bc honestly she's one of my alltime favorite ocs that i've made, despite the fact that i don't intend to ever have her show up in anything (yass gurl haunt that narrative!!!) but basically she's a deeply respected figure in saiyan culture, although she died way before any of the saiyans still alive in dbz were born (except nappa), bc she... basically built saiyan culture from scratch. pretty much all the core beliefs the saiyans as a people had were from her very deliberately and surprisingly sneakily forcing them to be developed bc she was fully aware that the saiyans needed more than a love of battle to actually survive as a society independent of the tuffles. she basically had the whole thing set up and ready to last and become a proper empire but unfortunately the one kid that lived long enough to succeed her (by killing her in combat, obviously, and yes the others all tried and died– she's an important figure, not a nice one) ran face first into frieza and we all know how that went down

anyhow, vegeta ii's reign (which lasted a crazy long time bc she lived way longer than she should've and almost certainly used some kind of not-so-great method of living that long, but in her defense she needed to make sure at least one of her kids was cool enough to be in charge, so what's a few war crimes between monarchs) pretty much cemented all the saiyan pride and identity that vegeta iv is so fond of, and not just bc she was his grandma either.

the reason i have to get through all of that to explain my clone!vegeta theory is bc i need to explain why king vegeta iii became king in the first place– under vegeta ii's system, anyone could challenge for the throne at any time, regardless of who they were. her own children were expected - but not required - to do so, and if she died before an heir could kill her in glorious combat, the princes would become stewards and have the duty of finding the next king (who couldn't be one of them. fight and die for that shit like a real saiyan or no throne for you). however, there was actively incentive not to do that bc A) whoever's in charge has to actually be in charge and therefore gets to fight way less, and B) in order to become king you had to be ritually stripped of your identity as a person with the understanding that if you died during your challenge your name would be stricken from all records, none of your family or friends would ever acknowledge that you had ever existed, and you would simply cease to be (the afterlife doesn't follow these rules but most of the saiyans who are there still do, including the ones who by saiyan law no longer exist. say what you will about saiyans; they're a dedicated lot)

so anyway vegeta iii (before becoming vegeta iii – he had a different name bc names are super important in my version of saiyan culture but if i get into that here we will literally be here for the rest of the week - but i'll call him that for the sake of my sanity) is somewhat reluctant to challenge for the throne bc none of his siblings have managed it (not that they exist anymore whoops), but one of his colleagues/presumed ruling partner (not gonna get into saiyan relationships here either sorry) has been pushing him to do so for a while now

i think i've gone through a few names for vegeta's not-mom, but the most recent one is touga (from tougarashi, or capsicum annuum, and yes i was thinking of neon orange glimmer song by the mountain goats when i named her), so i'll call her that. touga is a pretty saiyan-y saiyan– she's violent, temperamental, proud, strong, and so forth, but another thing she is is deeply, deeply loyal to her people. she's also very aware of vegeta iii's weaknesses (such as "will probably care a little too much about kids if he has any" and "may make decisions based off of feelings instead of cold hard practical logic" and "seems likely to develop emotional attachments to family members"; you know, normal kingly failings) and has the lady macbeth-esque stainless steel go-fuck-yourself coldness to make up for her future husband's pathetic little morals or whatever

anyway, touga pushes vegeta iii to go for the throne bc holy shit his mom has been alive for way too long but also she has faith in hi or something and duty and whatever and dude do it if you ever want this saiyan tail, and eventually he caves and goes for it. he fights his mom, wins, gets a shiny new king name and is all set to run his kingdom. and then king cold shows up.

now in between killing his mom and our favorite chilly boys coming to town, vegeta iii and touga have had a kid, prince escallion (who is a girl ftr but i can't get into saiyan thoughts on sex/gender or the language or even escallion herself in this post bc we will never ever leave). escallion is pretty neat, just the strongest baby in history or whatever, but then post-cold arriving and politely yoinking the saiyans into his empire, rumors start spreading that frieza miiiiight be wanting a saiyan under his personal command. no prizes for guessing whose palace he's looking at for pickings. obviously the only prince they've got is not someone they can afford to lose, but they need a sure bet on super-infants and can't afford hoping for a genetic bingo, so vegeta iii assembles the universe's swole-est scientists and has them get started on making the Coolest Baby Ever (by cloning him, the king, bc he's the strongest but also bc frieza is an asshole and likes playing mind games with people so let's be real he's taking one of the king's kids no matter how tough they are)

so vegeta iv gets made (and named inappropriately but that's frieza's fault and a story for another time so ignore it for now) and eventually tarble is born and almost immediately sent off just in case frieza decides to be a bigger dick than usual (spoilers: frieza is going to decide to be an even bigger dick than that), and vegeta gets to spend the first few years of his life with his dad, big sis, and not-mom until he gets shipped off to go be a child soldier/slave/distraction, at which point frieza goes ahead and blows up the planet. there's more to it than just that, but i may actually want to write it out some day, so i'll keep the rest to myself for now.

#dbz #clone vegeta theory #dbz meta #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dbz headcanons #vegeta #vegeta iv #vegeta iii #king vegeta #long post #like super long #i said extremely brief and i meant it this is a long freakin' post #guest appearances by a monkey's skeleton and goku's ass #thanks for mooning the camera kiddo couldn't have done this without you #blueper-saiyan if you actually read all of this you may gain a powerup of some kind

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magnolia-sunrise · 7 months

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okay whatever, medieval vampire AU ramblings, if you care

copying from the tags of my previous post but, to give you more context about Bastiens little life - he had dreamt up plans of rising through the ranks and becoming a respected high ranking member of the clergy. given his whole situation in his mind its the coziest and smartest path of life where nobody would ever question him not taking a wife or look under his robes. instead, his naive plans quickly shatter as he ends up assigned to a fuck off village in what would be today's southern France. where the people first of all dont really care for the whole religion or paying taxes thing and dont appreciate the rumours about him spending time around Florentines that arrive with him (largely thanks to the mayor's loud mouth son, Matteo :) ). and so he spends his days tending to the chickens he keeps so hes able to feed himself and even sell some eggs sometimes, he takes care of a small vineyard, just enough to make and drink his own supply of wine.

where he had some ideals of the church and faith, the abject poverty and the isolated misery of a life he lives doesn't really keep his spirits high. he has no one who would listen to his preaching, no one to lead, he drinks himself to sleep almost every night. he has failed himself and his faith.

when a knight - one of the fucking Kingsguard, somehow finds their way to his home first he's sure the crown somehow got wise to the village not paying their taxes for as long as he lived there. instead this knight almost collapses into his doorway- strangely only after he invites them in- and now seeing the state they're in, theres a whole other problem in Bastien's mind. in this setting he is very far from being a doctor or knowing first thing about medicine, best he can do is pray for their soul and their peaceful passing aka "rip i guess"

iirc the myths of vampires weren't very widespread in Europe yet in late 14th century and so i imagine Bastien wouldnt really pick up on a lot of the "tells" at first. especially since they arrive half dead, feverish, hardly saying anything - it's difficult to make a clear judgement, and also try not to offend one of the King's personal guards.

for Wolfgang the past weeks have been a torment in ways they never imagined.

they were born into a family of some status, modest but in favor with the crown, which many nobles and knights, out of pure jealousy, are sure had influence on how quickly they rose through the ranks and received knighthood. they were proud of their skill with a sword and their efficiency in violence, in winning battles and land or their king. they were successful and respected and beautiful. their body a tool of war and death, but delivered only with purpose and principle, selfless.

when they got turned - this purpose, this pride in their intimate knowledge of how to most efficiently kill a man, is turned against them. without understanding anything that's happening to them, these horrible, scorching urges -- willing them to just kill for their own pleasure, to devour, to keep themself fed and think of no one els, it's horrible.

even with everything else aside - narrowly escaping execution, being stripped of land and title and exiled - losing control of themself, of their body, this is the worst part of it all. that first night when their horse carries them back to the castle and in blood red haze they bite the first person going down the halls - the prince - -- their young sweet prince, who so admired them, who they taught swordfighting when he was younger -- they failed the crown and themself.

they try to feed on rats and small animals in the woods and on peasant's chickens and they get rightfully chased out and hunted down and impaled with pitchforks. they crawl into a hole to die only for their body to heal itself, and the hunger to make itself known again. it is a battle they don't know how to win.

stumbling into Bastien's home one summer night is the single light in all this darkness. for whatever reason beyond their comprehension he invites them inside, into his warmth, he lets them stay and heal and doesn't ask too many questions. when they recover, the two of them quickly find how lonely and starved they had both been for genuine human company. they both also become very aware of the many stolen glances and accidental touches, especially as they spend more and more evenings enjoying bad wine and talking.

that hunger is always there, always waiting for an opportunity, for a weakness in their armor. sooner or later they will have to face it again, or risk losing control completely.

(--- there is a bunch of stuff im leaving out that doent pertain just to these two, that we have been chatting about together with @vividmercurial and smashing our OC dolls together. he supplied the prince and the mysterious stranger who ends up being Wolf's downfall and in turn perhaps Wolfgang with the help of their drunkard priest, will help the mysterious stranger regain his soul. )

with these sketches out in the world my next goal is to figure out a little comic as a culmination of the tension between Bastien and Wolfgang, the whole core of why even have a vampire AU in the first place ;^)) the story and the imagery is so vivid in my mind and the settings and tropes are of course extremely self indulgent and very straight forward in ways that are really funny and interesting to contrast with their canon universe for me. so i definitely see myself returning to some ideas from this even after the halloween month ends hehe

#medieval au #if you read all this and you read between two fires and youre like wait a second this relationship dynamic seems a bit familiar #WELL yeah #its real good

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knownbyanothername · 11 months

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liveblog (Currently liveblogging ultrakill!)

Freakazoid! Blog

writing blog (mostly for original characters)

playlist blog

nsfw blog

(generally i try to stay sfw here due to my writing also being geared towards minors but like occasionally i may rb something a lil 'suggestive' bc i don't want to be disrespectful by rbing it to my nsfw blog-- if anything ever toes a line please do tell me!! it's sincerely not my intent to be Weird)

tags r #pichu barks (personal), #pichu writing (well, writing, but more rbed from different blogs now), & #pichu snarl (for if i think a post has gone into vent territory)

I try to tag things as follows:

#I live here for stuff I'm into, #I don't even go here for stuff I'm not but think is Neat, #the funnies section for shitposts, #The fridge for pieces of art i like of all sorts, #picture frame for any neat aesthetic posts I like. #Bebes will be for any cute animal stuff. #a quarter in the jukebox is for tunes. #for the funniest clown and #angelic pss pss pss for two very special people in my life :), #rats nest is for stuff that reminds me of Me :-). #mutual my friend is for stuff i rb from mutuals (i try to tag this when i can!! sometimes i forget who my mutuals are). #feels goods is for, well, feel good posts-- stuff that makes you feel all nice looking at it. :) #wisdom is for posts i just think are really good advice/words. #add to the library is for texts/written works i like. #designed delicately is for designs i like a lot. #i like your words is for good analyses. #database updated is for nice facts! #author notes is for writing info since I'm writer and want tabs on all that. #for future reference is for refs in general. #resipes is for any recipes i wanna find again. #activities section is for any games/interactive stuff I think is Neat. Will add more as needed. also old posts on my blog/posts i've queued won't be tagged but after a certain point they should be tagged. sometimes i still won't tag things bc it's a Feeling yk.

Otherwise, feel free to ask me to tag other stuff-- I can't keep up w other people's tagging systems if I don't know them well enough.

General abt is i'm a lesbian who uses any pronouns, leaning towards he/him. Generally inclusionist.

Trying to get myself out there to socialize more-- granted most of all I'd prefer a discord server I could vibe in so if you wanna possibly invite me to one i'd be open to it (obviously healthily cautious), or if you wanna start a convo we can see if we hit it off-- apologies though if it falls off at all, sometimes people don't vibe.

Not about to give out my discord willy-nilly but if you DM me and you seem chill i'll give it out-- and probably like, make a discord server if anyone/enough people ask me for it. That's like, the happy medium to me of like, making a random discord server and just putting it out there all willy nilly nally.

i will also state in advance i am a tad more careful around minors due to having so many experiences where adults have disregarded their safety, but if we cross paths we cross paths.

Current projects:

(Note: most of my writing projects I'm planning on making enjoyable via their own merits-- so if you don't know the source material, if you'd like to check out my writing regardless, you can read them regardless! )

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undertheknightwing · 2 years

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you mentioned in the tags of this post that you think Gar and Jane would have been chaotic besties, and I would love to hear any headcanons or thoughts you have about those two, if you'd be open to share? Or I'd love to hear more about your thoughts on Gar and Jinx if you'd rather talk about that

(also! hi! we haven't talked but my teen titans blog is bilingual-beast-boy. it's really great to find another blog who loves gar :) )

hi! thank you for the ask,, I love talking about my hcs for Gar and his relationships with other characters lol

for Jane (if she was in the Titansverse that is), I can't imagine she was very happy when she learned Chief brought a kid to Doom Manor and that it was his next "save" because they all know what it really means when Chief "saves" someone. He probably caused their accident and now is gonna use/treat them like an animal.

Ya know, "not being very happy" is an understatement. Jane would be PISSED. She's extremely protective of children because of what happened to her. And then here's the Chief strolling back into the manor with some sickly, terrified-looking thirteen year old boy with green hair at his side, that he informed will be living with them now. If that didn't make her upset, learning that Chief completely stripped this kid's humanity away and turned him into something beyond science's understanding, ruining an innocent kid's childhood, sure would make her want to put her fist through Chief's face.

I can see her threatening Chief too, telling him if she finds out he's been using Gar as a lab rat or gets his gross hands anywhere near him for anything besides check ups on his powers, she'll bash his face into the pavement.

since Jane is permanently in her 20s, she'd be the member closest to Gar's age (13 at arrival) so she takes up the role of big - probably.. maybe.. not the best influence - sister, who makes sure Chief stays the fuck in line.

Out of all the Doom Patrol's powers I always thought Gar's matched Jane's in a sort of way since he also has a bunch of different beings living inside him that are able to affect his thoughts/actions. They're just animals with their own feelings and thoughts instead of differently personalities.

and since Gar went years without having his powers, he was very overwhelmed and scared when they started giving him animal urges and the animals themselves began to communicate with him in their way. Because only Jane could put herself in his shoes, understand how he was feeling- at least a little, she was the one to help him quiet all the voices in his head and teach him how to live with it since his powers aren't going anywhere.

For the chaotic hcs:

-Gar's favorite swear of "bullshit" he picked up from Jane. She said it A LOT, especially to Cliff. Like she and Cliff will be arguing about something, Jane will end it with "That's such bullshit, Cliff. Fuck off, you metal dick!" before leaving and Gar, who was in the room, has to add "It was bullshit, man", which makes Cliff snap at him with "Don't you start, you little shit!" and then Gar follows after Jane with a dumb grin on his face.

-Jane taught Gar how to sneak out and very much encouraged him to keep doing it with a "Niles can go fuck himself, go out and have fun" and would add "If you need me to buy you a 6 pack or anything else, I will" which Gar always declined. When Gar started filling his room with stolen stuff and Jane found out, she just gave him a fist bump, telling him "Keep up the good work, your room looks sick". then suggested easy places to steal from.

-And speaking of sneaking out, Gar would often follow Jane when she'd leave Doom Manor and join in whatever she was doing.. sometimes. If what she was doing is something he's comfortable with, he'll join, but stand and ignore it if he wasn't.

now onto Jinx, there isn't as much as Jane but I can see her getting a kick out of messing with people but gets annoyed when she can't get under Dick or Rachel's skin, so moves onto the softie Gar Logan, sure she'll be able to bug him. Surprise, surprise, she can't bug Gar because Gar is also secretly just as chaotic as her and isn't bothered by her jabs at all.

So instead of Jinx seeing him as someone to mess with, she lowkey sees him as a teammate and lets him add his sarcastic comments and jokes after hers, which gets on Dick's nerves.

If they went on a duo mission, something would probably be caught on fire or blown up, even if by accident. Like Jinx would call Nightwing, tell him "Hey Grayson, something happened on our mission and now we're stuck in an elevator" and in the background Gar is laughing his ass off because he's the reason they're in that situation. If something chaotic and dumb was gonna happen on a mission, it'd be to them. Neither Gar nor Jinx have the best luck.

While Rachel and Tim are investigating the proper way, Jinx would be spray painting "if you're evil and a part of a cult please call this number, I wanna join" on a building's wall while Gar helps.

Dick and Kory wouldn't like how Jinx is influencing Gar and Rachel would be jealous (in a "hey, wait, that's my best friend" way, not a romantic way) Gar has buddied up with someone else to joke around with instead of her.

if Gar was a villain, he and Jinx could absolutely be partners in crime tbh so i'mma add Jinx to the list of villains Gar would vibe with, right below Poison Ivy, who's definitely number one.

sorry about the wait! This was so much fun to write! also I love your Beast Boy blog!! It's always nice to meet someone who loves Gar as well 💚

#cods.talkin #headcanons #titans #gar logan

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puppyblocklist · 2 years

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Puppy's trigger/squick list ^_^

Catchall is #michael dont look (without apostrophe) OR #mdl / #MDL

This will probably be updated later.

If you have your own tag for any of these, please let me know! (Ex. I have a friend who has his own tag for AI generated content that I filter out)

ALL MUTUALS! :

Under catchall - the names *hl** (c,o,e) and *ng*l*n* (a,e,i,a)

(I tried to write the names out, i really did try </3, but could not without triggering myself. If you are still unsure, send me a DM or ask)

#space - space (photos, in depth talks about space, planets, stars, etc.)

#neuralblender/#ai generated - neuralblender and other AI generated content

#soulmate au/#hanahaki au - soulmate & hanahaki aus. Criticism is OK, but if you're unsure, tag it anyway!

#animal death & #rat death - all animal death, but specifically rat death

Under catchall - suicide jokes about yourself (ex. Saying "im going to kms" even as a joke). Suicide baiting (telling someone else to commit suicide) does not need to be tagged.

If you are purposely triggering yourself or something like that and posting about it, I will unfollow you and refollow you later.

#soupcat - the picture of the cat that dunked it's head in soup, I will out it under readmore in a reblog of this post.

Idk if this needs to be said, but any of my mutuals who are s*nders s*des haters (which is like all of you <3), I would prefer if you didn't direct your hate towards Logan. Criticising TSS and making fun of it is totally ok (I do it too, like... all the time), but if you are making fun of the sides, please don't make fun of Logan specifically unless I do it first.

S*NDERS S*DES MUTUALS : (which I think I only have like 1)

Tag as their ship names - prinx.iety, logi.cality, mox.iety, mo.ceit (& adjacent ships, ex. Ana.logi.nce w/ prin.xiety or something)

#u!logan / #unsymp logan / #unsympathetic logan - unsympathetic logan content (aka content where he is abusive or otherwise a fucked up guy.) I know unsymp content is weird and hard to categorise sometimes, but if it's something he has done in canon (ex. Throwing a paper ball at Roman's eye or treating Patton as if he is not an adult who is smart), then it doesn't need to be tagged.

#logan negativity - any and all logan negativity needs to be tagged. If you are unsure, I recommend tagging it anyway.

#logan criticism - I am usually ok with this, but when I am having a delusional episode abt her I am... not!

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alice-angel12x · 4 years

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Cherry blossom marriage. Based on the ghost marriage event. Plus lowly tied to my fanfic on wattpad.

" Please marry me!" Epel said, " Darx I challenge you for the bride's hand,"

" Don't look at someone else. Please marry me!" Ace shouted, " Darx I will defeat you,"

"Please... choose me as your marriage partner," Riddle offered, " Darx I shall put a stop too you,"

" Your beauty, I want to be your servant of love forever," Rook smiled, " And I shall rescue you from this brute,"

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Far out at sea loomed a dark storm cloud that slowly made its way towards the island of Night Raven College. A figure sat on the back of a mighty griffin in the eye of the storm, it groaned, cried as it tried to thrash against reigns. The man growled as he sharply pulled on the reins.

"Quiet pet, I hear that there is a beautiful maiden at Night Raven College. And from what I've seen on the magical, she is quite the sight," The figure sighed, " Though I wished she had more of a presence, instead of uploaded photo's from this Cater guy."

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"Master, can I come with you this time?" Inir asked excitedly, " I promise to be careful this time?"

"I have a feeling you to come for other reasons," Y/n sighed.

"N-no," Inir stuttered.

"You want another playdate with Ortho don't you?" Y/n smirked at her newer creation.

"No- yeah, but he's so fun to hang out with and I promise I'll be careful and try not to break myself like last time," Inir begged.

"Inir you broke yesterday from the game of tag, and I spent all night gluing you back together, and I had to reapply the marks that keep you together," Y/n yawned as she took a sip of coffee.

"PLEASE!?" Inir begged.

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"Morning Ace-san, "Inir greeted.

"Oh Inir, I see y/n put you back together, " Ace smiled.

"yep cause she's the best, " Inir smiled.

"Morning," Yawned a tired Y/n.

"Wow you look awful today, did you get any sleep?" Ace asked.

"No, and I didn't feel like arguing with Inir today. Have you seen Idia or Ortho? " Y/n sighed.

"Yeah, I think-"

"Inir!" Shouted a young voice, and a flash of white and blue.

"There he is?" Y/n yawned.

"Hi, Ortho, " Inir Smiled as she hugged to robot boy, " is Idia outside today?"

"No, just me, but I saw that you were in school so I came over to play some more," Ortho said with a cheery smile, " If that's okay with Y/n, "

"Just please be gentle, I don't think I can handle another all-nighter to fix Inir," Y/n said tiredly.

"Okay," they both said as they ran off.

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(Location- courtyard)

"Are you sure you're going to make it through the day?" Duece asked with a worried tone as he helped Y/n walk straight.

"I can't fall behind-behind on.. on the," Y/n nodded off.

"Prefect Y/n, what in the world happened to you," Said a very smooth voice.

"Oh no," Y/n groaned as she looked up to see Vil staring down at her.

"Y/n have you slept at all, you have bags under your eyes, and your skin looks all dried up," Vil said as he poked and prodded at her face.

"I had to put Inir back together, so no sleep," Y/n said simply.

"Oh no, you shouldn't push yourself. You'll ruin your health," Rook gasped at the sight of Y/n's tired face.

"Epel please Take Y/n back to her dorm to get proper rest," Vil said simply.

Epel nodded and Helped Y/n back to the ramshackle dorm to rest. The moment Y/n rested her head she was out like a light.

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The night quickly came and Y/n found it hard to sleep knowing that her sleep was very thrown off, so she decided to take a night stroll around the school. As she made her way to the main route of the great 7. As she walked past the statues she noticed a familiar shut-in heading her way.

"Oh, good evening Mr. Idia," Y/n smiled as she curtsied slightly.

"Ahh! O-oh it's you Y/n. good evening, but what are you doing up so late?" Idia stuttered.

"My sleep is completely out of wack, so I'm just walking around. What are you up too, must be something important," Y/n wondered aloud.

"I've ordered my favorite manga's newest print... along with the spacial mini colored papers, but why is it not delivered by the release date!?" Iida ranted.

"M-Manga? Is this related to the anime thing you talk about?" Y/n asked.

"Manga is the book version of anime," Idia explained.

"Oh, well sorry to hear that, it must be a good piece of literature," Y/n frowned for Idia.

"It's a shame as an otaku to not get it on the first date. There's nobody around too, I'm going to the shop," Idia sighed.

But suddenly lightning flashed in the sky and a strong wind blew past Y/n and Idia.

"...ound you...," said a distant voice.

"Eh?" Idia and Y/n gasped.

"Just now... someone's voice?" Idia wondered.

" I finally... found you... My Bride!" Said a tall man with a black blindfold over his eyes.

"GYAA———!!!!!" Idia screamed while Y/n gasped in shock.

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"Grim, GRIM!" The fairy trio shouted.

Grimm gasped awake and quickly glared at the three.

"What?!" Grimm groaned.

"Y/n's missing! and the ghost has invaded!" Zephyr shouted as three ghosts appeared.

"Whoa!?" Grimm screamed.

" You dirty rats! What are you doing here!" One of the ghosts shouted, " This mansion is the Masters' reception hall. It's off-limits for outsiders!"

"Master?! Reception hall??. I don't get it, but it's my dorm. The outsiders are you guys!" Grimm growled.

"If you won't go out, you'll be in trouble," The ghosts glared, " Go out now or you'll be hurt!"

The Ghosts quickly tossed Grimm and the other creatures out of the dorm. Grimm growled as he ran over to the headmaster's office to report the incident.

"Your dorm got possessed by ghosts with white hats?" Crowley asked.

"That's right! They appeared and suddenly said that the dorm was theirs! They said something about a master too!" Grimm growled.

" Master... ah, I get it! There was nobody in that dorm last year so I let it be, but... It seems like he has come this year again," Crowley sighed.

"Again?" Vinca asked.

" The ones who chased you out was Darx's vassal" Crowley groaned.

"Darx? Who's that? I don't know if I'm supposed to be congratulating or scared," Grimm wondered.

" It seems like she was a princess of a country that was destroyed long ago. Darx is currently the world's most powerful wizard and a very narcissistic one too. He travels the world in search of a perfect partner to bear his children, wanting powerful children. He had many weddings, yet his brides always go missing after a month. Sometimes he rests at Ramshackle Dorm as appointed to be their basecamp. It's an honor for that place to be recognized by a powerful wizard," Crowley explained.

" It's not the time to brag! Chase those annoying ghosts away quickly!" Grimm growled.

" It's too annoying to chase them... ahem! Don't you think it's pitiful? Let's just leave them alone, plus I don't want to get on Darx's bad side for no good reason. besides no bride will be found here," Crowley laughed, " It only affects Ramshackle Dorm. And they'll go away after a few days. Stop those useless protests and just freeload on your friend's place for 2-3 days, wait where's Y/n?"

" Headmaster—!!!!!!!" Ortho and Inir cried.

"Oh, Ignihyde's Ortho Shroud-Kun and Inir of Ramshackle. What are you two in a hurry for?" Crowley

"It's a problem... my brother and Prefect Y/n were taken by a strange man!" Ortho cried.

"What?!" everyone gasped.

"Right Check out this security video," Ortho said as he projected a video.

"Hey! Please don't hack the school's security system!" Crowley scolded.

"shh, be quiet and watch the video!" Inir shushed.

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"So that man is," Grimm gulped.

"Yep, that man is Darx, and he found a bride!" Crowley gasped.

"And the Bride is Y/n!" Ora gasped in horror.

"Well she indeed a beautiful maiden and a powerful witch on top of that, fitting his criteria," Crowley mumbled.

"Yep, she is also kind and caring. Dame you Darx, what precise eyes you have!" Inir growled.

"Anyway, it seems like we have trouble, If she's chosen to be Darx bride, then that means," Crowley gasped.

Suddenly they were interrupted by all the commotion happening in the halls. They ran out to see what was going on, and to find the halls were overrun with ghosts and monsters. All the students ran out of the school to the track field, the only safe place for the student body.

"Isn't it Ace and Deuce, did you come to the sports field to evacuate too?" Riddle said simply.

"You guys got chased out too?" Deuce asked.

"Yep looks like Darx is up to something," Vil sighed in annoyance.

"Wait Grimm, Where is Y/n?" Azul asked.

"She's been taken by Darx!" Inir cried.

"What?!" everyone gasped in horror.

"It's true," Ortho said as he explained what had happened last night.

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Pt.1

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#riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #ghost marriage #idia x reader #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #twisted wonderland lilia #Grimm

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silver-wield · 4 years

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Hi! Sorry for bothering you. Don't know if you already did this one (so many analysis) but what did you thought about Sephiroth killing Barret scene? Everyone just go running to Barret and Cloud just froze.

No bother! Sorry for the wait, I had a few things on my plate to clear lol

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be short-ish.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone’s interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I’ve had other ideas since then)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis

Cloti reunion analysis

The Promise Analysis

Andrea’s approval (Cloti ask response)

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read)

Cloti action touching

Aerti friendship analysis

Cloti body language chapter 3

Cloti healthy disagreement

Cloti post heliboss battle (chapter 15)

Clerith playground scene

Cloti body language plate fall

Cloud and Barret friendship

Resolution scene analysis (A)

Barret character analysis (chapter 13)

Cloud character analysis (Honey Bee Inn)

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Recap time!

Okay, so our intrepid heroes have found Aerith, but then Cloud has a ptsd induced attack and passes out. After some exposition courtesy or Red and Aerith, we're back on mission to reach the roof and the Avalanche helicopter waiting for us – thanks to Wedge the cinnamon roll.

Once we reach the President's office we can hear shouting and make our way outside to find Shinra dangling from 70f up. Poor bby. Lemme help you up.

Anyway, Barret stops Tifa going to help (you’re too kind sometimes, T), grabs Shinra and after some massive restraint on his part, tosses him back onto solid ground. He pursues Shinra through the office and then in classic moron moment finds Shinra has a gun pointed at him. I'm not sure why the others didn't go too, but for whatever reason, they're in the doorway while Shinra is making his selfish bastard speech and Barret forgets he's got a literal machine gun for an arm.

Seconds before pulling the trigger, Sephiroth materialises out of thin air – and Cloud's Sephy sense didn't even go off this time – and he stabs Shinra, killing him in an echo of his OG death.

You get a shot of surprised Cloud and Tifa, then Barret lunges for Sephiroth while whispers appear through the doorway.

Ooh damn I'm good! 2nd go and I stop on this shot. First one was blurry.

Ok, this is obviously the moment where Sephiroth runs Barret all the way through. Remember, his sword is like 8ft long or some ridonculous shit like that. It's massive. He has zero need to get close to someone when he stabs them. He didn't do this with Shinra, he was like 3 feet away and still there was plenty of sword sticking out the guy's chest (anyone wonder if Seph is compensating for something? Lol).

Ok, so the point I'm getting at by showing Sephiroth this close to Barret is that this is a personal attack. This isn't something he's done just to kill someone. He's stuck that massive sword all the way through Barret's chest until he's within touching distance of him. This is an attack on Cloud. This is his way of showing Cloud that the vision from the VR scene could absolutely be true. He can make it true.

As for Barret, well he's just been stabbed, so he looks like he wants to go for pizza lol

Tifa automatically reacts and wants to run to Barret and save him. She's lost way too many people over the last day and can't lose anyone else. This is expected of her being the first one to react.

Interestingly, the next one to move is Red. The bromance is real. That's one fast friendship there and I love these two as friends. Barret and Red can snark at each other for a whole game and I'll be happy.

This is a great moment though because it shows that Red's already formed strong bonds with everyone, enough that he'll go to their aid without stopping to think. For an animal character which is hard to read, you can see very easily the pain, fear and panic in his eye.

If you're a meta!Aerith theoriser like me then this is actually too much emotion on her face for someone who barely knows Barret. She looks like she just lost someone very important to her. They met like an hour ago. I love the amount of emotion on her face here, she clearly cares about Barret a lot. That's an “please God oh no” look if ever I saw one. Makes me wanna tear up and no lie.

And Cloud. Who doesn't move because he's literally frozen in place with a wide eyed look of horror on his face. He's seen Sephiroth stab people before. Back in Nebelheim reactor and then in the VR where he had to watch him stab Tifa (ok not really, but the mental trauma is still the same). He's shutting down. SOLDIER!Cloud.exe has stopped working. Have you tried turning him off and on again?

Cloud's terrified of Sephiroth anyway – he literally whimpers during one ptsd attack – so to see him stab Barret? His friend? And he didn’t even see it coming? It's probably sent his entire mind to a point where he can't function. This is the stuff that breaks him.

Aside: How did Sephiroth pull that whole long ass sword out of Barret without moving away? Does he have slenderman arms on the sly?

This is interesting. Sephiroth looks at Cloud, who's still shell-shocked, but then it's like you can see him rebooting. That absolute fury and hatred he has for Sephiroth overrides most of his shock – or tries. You can see the SOLDIER part of him trying to assert control over his fear, but then it wavers and the shock and fear – likely from real!Cloud – take hold again, making his eyes wide and him look as helpless as he feels.

Sephiroth's goal is to always make Cloud feel helpless, out of control, useless to everyone. That way he can control Cloud and make him do whatever he wants. He's a master manipulator and Cloud with all his issues struggles to fight against that mental barrage. It’s something that never goes away for him. This is his lifetime struggle and it’s a metaphor for those who live with mental health issues. There’s no one final battle and it’s all rosy. It’s never ending and some days you win, some days it’s Sephiroth. The point is to fight.

So, then the whisper leaps into Barret to save him and Sephiroth turns into a piece of Jenova. Now we've got some action happening, Cloud shakes off his weakness and goes back into SOLDIER mode.

Conclusion

Cloud can't deal with emotions. Of any kind. He's emotionally stunted, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have emotions. It's the opposite. He feels things far too deeply and intensely and hasn't learned how to process them effectively in a way that doesn't damage himself. This is stuff you learn as you mature from a teenager to an adult. This is stuff Cloud's been denied by being a lab rat for 4 years. His body may be an adult, but part of him is still 16. He needs to experience life to help him mature and catch that emotional development up to the rest of him. (which is my way of saying he won't be like a 16yr old forever).

Cloud's real and genuine affection for his friend over-rid any kind of control he had over himself and made it impossible for him to move when he saw Barret stabbed. He's also lost too many people, which is partly why he has that SOLDIER persona protecting him. Sephiroth's taunting look made it clear this was to get at Cloud. It had very little to do with Barret. Cloud's anger broke through his shock, but that weakness reasserted itself quickly afterwards, keeping him from acting until Jenova Dreamweaver appeared and he finally had something for SOLDIER!Cloud to take care of.

#final fantasy 7 remake spoilers #final fantasy 7 remake analysis #character analysis #Cloud Strife

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shibyn · 4 years

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don't wake me up in the morning

the promised neverland | ray-centric, ageswap | 1.9k On the night before his sixth birthday, Ray cannot sleep.

He never got the chance to like toys. He was so scared of the future, so scared, so pressured by the idea of needing to prepare, he picked up books and buried himself alive in them instead of trying to play like the other kids. He doesn't have the time to play. "...okay." But he can allow himself this, can't he?

On the night before his sixth birthday, Ray cannot sleep. Maybe you could think it's because he's excited it's his birthday-- he gets gifts from everyone else, regardless if they're paper drawings or shared portions of dessert. He gets a whole cake dedicated to him, and people are extra nice to him. He gets to do what he wants, even if that's hide away in the library to read. Emma will, of course, drag him out to play a cursory game of tag because that's just how she is, but that's alright. It's his birthday. That in itself should be exciting. Maybe you could think that, but you'd be wrong. He turns over in his bed for the nth time, burying his face into the pillow. It nearly suffocates him, but at least it stifles the sniffles he's been trying to swallow down for the past few hours. Even though muffled, his sniffling are embarrassingly loud. It's stupid. He's being stupid. There's no reason for him to be like this-- crying and restless in the middle of the night. Yet, when surrounded by the quiet of the room, surrounded by all of his siblings sleeping, he feels so, so alone. Tomorrow, he turns six. Tomorrow, he becomes a product to be shipped out at any moment. He drags his arm roughly over his eyes. He's scared. He's going to look at breakfast tomorrow morning, at the bacon and ham, and think I'm next. He's going to be handed things from siblings and realize that the chances are some of those siblings are not going to be alive by this time next year. He's going to hide away in the library because he doesn't have time to play, he has to study, he has to prepare. He won't be shipped out. He can't. He's spent so long making sure he's doing okay on those stupid tests, doing great-- Mama wouldn't ship him off, right? They had a deal. They had a deal. But will a measly deal keep him from being shipped out? Mama has watched child after child step out of this place, never to enter again. She's lead them to their deaths. What's a deal gonna do? Stop her? If anything, he might be a priority-- he knows the truth of this place. She'll want to get the rat out of her hair, wouldn't she? It's his birthday. Then it will be Norman's, and then it will be Emma's. If he lags behind, he'll be next to leave. It's a crushing terror. He can't save Emma and Norman if he's shipped out. He can't save them. "...Ray?" His heart misses a beat. For an agonizing moment, he doesn't even dare to breathe. It's dead silent in the room. Then-- shifting of covers, like someone's getting out of bed. Ray unconsciously pulls his shoulders in tighter, tensing. He squishes his eyes closed and tries to force his breathing into something resembling sleep, even though his breath stutters and catches no matter how hard he tries. Idiot idiot idiot. Why'd he even think it's a good time to-- to-- to break down like this? He can't afford to be like this. Now he's here, and someone's heard him crying over-- over-- "Ray...?" His breath catches in his start. He tries rubbing at his eyes, tries getting rid of anything showing he was crying, but he knows its useless now. He rolls over and hopes to god it's not Emma or Norman there. He doesn't think he'll be able to explain himself to either of them. It's not. Instead, it's Conny. Conny's a little hard to see in the dark, but he's pretty sure she smiles something soft to him. Her hair's down for once, almost making her unrecognizable. In the dim light from the moon the blond almost glows. "Hey, Ray. Do you mind if I sit here for a little bit?" Her voice is light to avoid waking up anyone else, but after listening to the clock for the last three hours, he's incredibly glad for it. He doesn't trust his voice not to wobble or crack, so he just hums and shuffles around so there's room. He doesn't know if it's any better than its her rather than Emma or Norman-- she's one of the few older kids who still bother to dote on him, even when he's obviously distanced himself. "Are you feeling alright?" She asks. With a quick glance he notes that she's not really looking at him, instead more or less asking the question to the room. He supposes he can be grateful for that, even though it would be hard to even see the puffiness of his eyes in the dark. Momentarily, he wonders if she does know he was crying. He could sound like he's just got a stuffy nose and is having an awful time trying to sleep with it. But that's only wishful thinking-- although she's ditzy, she's more aware of things than she seems. "Mmm," he tries, rolling back onto his side, his back to her. If he keeps up the act, she might just pat his shoulder and be off. "Mmm," she mimics, though not unkindly. "Do you need me to grab any tissues? I think Nat has some spare in his drawer from when his nose bled last week." "'M good." "Do you need any water?" "'M alright." There's a pause. "Do you want to talk about it?" He tries reburying himself into his pillow. "Not really." It's not something he can just-- talk about. He can't just spill his stress and his worries about whether or not he'll be shipped out before he can even save Emma and Norman, he can't spill that he's sick of pretending everything's alright when someone's 'foster family' has been decided. Conny hums in contemplation. He peers at her from the side-- how would she even react if he were to, just-- say that every single one of them is to be eaten by demons? That every single one of their siblings, everyone they've loved, is already dead and gone and in some demon's stomach? He's put up with the burden of this secret for the past six years of his live-- what's a couple more? "That's alright," she whispers. She looks over her shoulder to him, smiling something kind. "But don't try to keep it all bottled up, okay? We're all allowed to cry sometimes." Ah. His throat feels tight, his eyes burn, and hell, something as simple as that shouldn't-- it shouldn't affect him this much. He's not even six yet. When was the last time he thought it was okay to cry? "Ah!" she says suddenly, eyes bright, "One second." She slides off the edge of his bed and quickly steps to her own, crouching before the dresser. To keep the drawer from making a disgustingly loud screeching noise, she has to pull it out agonizingly slow, but it doesn't deter her-- she reaches in and deftly pulls something out, holding it behind her back as she shuffles back over to Ray and maneuvering back onto the bed. He pulls himself until he's sitting upright, swiping his arm over his eyes. Whatever she's holding is almost awkwardly too big to hold behind her back. It's gotta be important to her-- at least important enough to keep in her personal drawer. And Conny pulls out a stuffed bunny from behind her. It's obviously seen a lot of love. It's an off-white that's only from use, the ear has large clunky stitches from where he's sure it must've torn before, and the clothes are frayed and discolored. It's... a bit of a mess. Conny smiles sheepishly at the scrutiny. "He's seen better days, I promise!" she says, pulling gently to straighten the clothes and ears. "This is Little Bernie. I don't think I ever let go of him when I was younger." Ray stays quiet. She holds the plush with upmost care, like it'll crumble at her fingertips. She still dearly loves it-- that much is obvious just from the way she holds it. It was probably only because she got older that she parted ways with it. She turns to him, a small smile resting on her face. "I used to cry a lot when I was little. I mean-- I still kinda do, but y'know, thats besides the point-- I really lagged behind everyone else, I was clumsy, I wasn't very athletic or anything. I got really scared a lot that I would be left behind. Little Bernie really helped me calm down whenever I couldn't stop crying about it." She pulls at the ears absently, almost embarrassed. "And-- I know you're not really into stuffed animals or toys, but if you want, you can borrow him." Unintentionally he flushes at the proposition. Conny immediately sees this as a negative reaction, so she blurts in a flurry, "I get it, though! It's embarrassing! You really don't have to take him or anything, so don't feel obligated to! I just know you don't really want to talk, and you-- you could even imagine it as like-- a pillow or something, just to squeeze the stuffings out of, you know?" Ray quietly looks anywhere but at Conny. Sure, it's embarrassing-- but he's already embarrassed himself to the prime, being caught tear-y eyed and all. He's-- he's very touched, to say the least, to be offered something she loves so dearly. He never got the chance to like toys. He was so scared of the future, so scared, so pressured by the idea of needing to prepare, he picked up books and buried himself alive in them instead of trying to play like the other kids. He doesn't have the time to play. "...okay." But he can allow himself this, can't he? Conny almost startles. She blinks, owl-eyed, before beaming and holding out Little Bernie to him silently, like a passing of rite. Little Bernie, even after years of tousle and tear, is still soft. He's a little lumpy in certain places where the stuffing got squished to, a little stiff in places where something was probably spilled and dried on him. Even with all that, he's soft, and he's possibly the best thing Ray has ever held. "You can leave him on my dresser tomorrow morning, if you want," Conny offers. Ray just nods, holding Little Bernie with nearly the same carefulness Conny had earlier. "Thank you," he says, nearly a murmur. He can hear the smile in her voice. "No problem." She slides off his bed, ruffling his hair, and heads back to her own. Sheets rustle, the clock ticks, and soon enough he can hear her breathing even out to softly snoring. He pulls the covers back over him, Little Bernie still tucked into his arms. For minutes he just stares at the ceiling. He doesn't want to sleep. He doesn't think he can. Maybe-- Maybe he should've asked Conny to stay up longer with him, so he's not just accompanied to his thoughts. But that's selfish. Selfish. Deeper in the house, the clock strikes midnight. He listens to each gong, counting until twelve, and thinks that's how long I've live. He's six. He's only got six more years ahead of him, if he's lucky. Something winds up tight in his chest, almost threatening to burst. He clutches onto Little Bernie, worn but still soft, and curls in on himself.

#the promised neverland #tpn #yakusoku no neverland #ynn #tpn ray #ynn ray #JUST REALIZED NOW I have not uploaded this and its been.#7 months #yowch!#light angst #hurt/comfort #let ray be a kid! let ray be a kid!

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