#i mean it's better than nightmares but just so damn weird

[baronessblixen]

This will most likely not mean anything to anyone, but I need to tell *someone*.

I dreamed about Wout van Aert last night and for some reason, I find it so amusing that I've laughed about it several times already.

#personal #it's just so ridiculous #i mean WHY #and he was super sweet and funny and kind in it #like excuse me brain but we do not know this person #might be one of my favorite celebrity dreams though #along with that one dream about peter morgan (and gillian) #the weirdest involved nathan fillion #once again i ask: why #i mean it's better than nightmares but just so damn weird

[ninapi]

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Family ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Premise: Raising someone else's child is one thing, but raising your own while dealing with your insecurities could be quite a task, especially for a man like Satoru, but the moment he saw the baby his life turned upside down.

Word Count: 3104

Note: This is the third installment for a short series of mine, they all have different titles because I'm weird like that lol, but you can read the first part here, and the second one here.

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When Satoru took Megumi in, he didn’t have to do much besides giving him financial support and make sure he had everything he needed as a growing child.

He was already the person he is to this day, and Saturu had very little to add to this. So when he realized what having his own baby was going to be, his already existing demons started to kick in.

While is normally the mother the one who tends to spiral into despair thinking of the future of their newborn and the changes impacting daily life, Satoru had more than one reason to feel uneasy.

He loved his girl and his unborn child, there was no doubt there; but the implications of being a parent were heavy for a man like him.

Dealing with the elders was one thing, but being a good dad was a very different one.

All he was good at was fighting curses, that’s what he came to this world to do, but having to think of how to be a good dad was definitely more scary than a special grade curse.

Megumi was way more ready than he was, in fact, without Megumi your pregnancy would have been quite the nightmare. But he was always checking up on you, helping you with tidying the apartment, even took you to the hospital check ups and went in the doctor’s office with you.

Some even thought he was your son, to Megumi’s displeasure. 

Satoru on the other hand tended to flee when things like this came upon, excuses were easy to come by when you’re the strongest sorcerer. But in reality he was beating himself over and over again for his own behavior while sitting on a cliff.

He wanted this, he wanted to be with you, wanted to have a family with you. Or so he thought at first, but what does it even mean to have a family? His was anything but conventional and he had no idea where to start.

You were his life now, he didn’t care about the future of this world if he was being honest, he never did really, all he wanted was to take you to a Polynesian island and live in a fancy luxury tree house with you, the baby and Megumi. But life wasn’t as easy, he had to deal not just with the damn old men hunting his every step, but also his responsibilities in the school, he couldn’t just disappear, not with another teacher and a top tier student tagging along.

He wanted to do better, be a good husband, a good dad, not just to his baby but to Megumi as well, he felt like he’s been failing everyone he truly cares for and that was a feeling like no other, one he could live his entire life without encountering it ever again.

But time for cowarding around ended sooner than he expected as time runs extremely fast when you don’t want to deal with your problems.

He got a call from Megumi, he was at the hospital, water came out of you and you were tugging on his hair while screaming in pain, you were certainly dying so he had to come fast. It all sounded like a nightmare to Satoru, he truly thought you were dying, he’s never seen a pregnant woman on the later stage of pregnancy deal with it, and Megumi either, so they were both panicking on a bench this very same moment.

“I can’t lose her, Megumi…what am I going to do if she dies? What if the baby dies too? What if I have to raise the baby on my own? I can’t do this…I would rather be killed by a curse…maybe I should turn off my infinity…yes, someone would come and kill me as well, then we would all die together…” a loud smack could be heard rumbling over every wall of the hospital. He’s never seen Megumi this angry before, “Can you stop and be a god damn adult for once in your life? (Y/N) needs you. She’s in labor right now, delivering your baby! She’s in so much pain, things are coming out of her, she’s probably so scared right now, and all you’re thinking about are ways of getting yourself killed!”

Satoru’s cheek was quickly getting red and swollen, how did he even manage to touch him that easily? 

Zenin’s are truly a terrifying clan.

“Why does nobody care about me being scared? I can be scared too you know? I know I’m the strongest sorcerer, but that doesn’t make me the strongest husband or the strongest dad…”

Megumi was left speechless, he never thought the great Gojo Satoru would admit being scared, “Do you think I’m not scared? I love her ok? She might be your girl, the mother of your child and what not, but she isn’t just a crush to me, she’s also the only mother figure I’ve had, the only person who truly understands me and cares for me. I don’t want her to die!” tears were falling down Megumi’s cheeks as he vented all his worries out of his very constricted chest. He’s the one who’s been by your side during your whole pregnancy, what if this was his fault? What if you were in so much pain because he didn’t take good care of you? Those words kept flooding his head and Satoru was just as lost as he was in that moment, he didn’t know how to reassure his adoptive son and was in need of reassurance himself.

That was until loud cries could be heard coming from the room you were being kept in.

“What was that-“

Megumi’s ears perked, he couldn’t hear you at all, why was it so loud, he needed to confirm you were fine. “I don’t know, who’s crying? That’s not her, I’m sure…”

“Of course is not her, you idiot…” the door opened up to a very tired looking nurse, her gown was covered in what looks like blood wiped out not long ago, Satoru’s face paling the moment he saw her.

“Is…I-Is (Y/N)…” his voice was cracking, all his memories with you going into his brain like a movie.

“She’s fine, she’s currently holding your son, would you like to go in? She’s asking for Megumi, I assume that’s you?” 

“No, that’s me! Can I go in too then?” the nurse was very confused but nodded anyways. Megumi ran inside the room, falling down to his knees when he saw you smiling, holding a little bundle to your chest, “Oh thank god….” 

“Gumi, my love, come meet your baby brother!” you looked so tired, yet so happy, he thought he’d never get to see your beautiful smile ever again.

“Are you ok? Is the pain gone?”

“She’s fine kid, giving birth is no easy fit, hope this experience helps you respect women for what their worth. Men would never be able to give birth, they’d die within minutes.” the nurse’s words made you chuckle, it was true after all, especially for your spoiled boys.

“Toru? I didn’t know you were here, I thought you were at work! Come meet your son~” Satoru was still by the door, he thought he’d lost you, the very same feeling he felt that one day you almost die in front of his eyes, just that this time felt even more real as he saw the dried blood on the nurse. He didn’t know how to react, relief was present that’s for sure, but he was also terrified, he was happy to hear you were fine, but you were holding his son right this moment. He had a son now, officially, he is a dad now.

“Babe?” the confused look in your face made him move from his spot, he couldn’t put more stress on you, not after you had to deal with all that just to bring his son to this world.

“So a boy, huh? I thought it’d be a girl…” Megumi really wanted the baby to be a girl, to look just like you so he could snuggle the baby’s cute cheeks and spoil her rotten.

“Mhm, I haven’t named him yet, I wanted Toru to see him first…” Satoru was now standing beside you, his eyes not going down just yet, though his range of vision was so wide, he could see a tiny hand moving out and about and it made it so hard for him to keep ignoring him.

Once he finally got the courage to look at his son, his brain released a triple shot of dopamine right to his heart.

How can a newborn be this cute? They’re usually all red and wrinkly, not at all pretty. But his son…he got his blue eyes and silvery hair, but his face, he looked just like you. The cutest thing he’s ever seen. “Is he…” the moment he opened his mouth the baby started wailing loudly, startling his father.

You were rocking the baby from side to side making him know everything was fine, “Sweetie, c’mon hold your son.” 

“But he’s crying (Y/N)! How do I make it stop?” you set the child in his arms, once their eyes met the baby stopped crying, a lil yawn leaving his lips, this causing Satoru to smile. “Oh, I think he’s just tired…aren’t you my beautiful son?”

“It’s a combined effort of both sides after all, he did have to help mama a lot during the birthing process.” The nurse was finally ready to leave you to rest and needed to take the child with her. “He needs to come with me, Gojo-san. But I need a name so I can set him in the room with the other newborns.”

“I was thinking of naming him Suguru…you know…to honor your frie-“

“No.”

“But baby…”

“I said no.” his stern tone of voice made your heart sink, you thought he’d be happy about this, it was some sort of a surprise even.

Megumi saw darkness loom over Satoru’s eyes and thought of intervening. “Shion.”

“What was that, love?” 

“Shion, my brother’s name I mean..” the fact that he referred to the baby as his brother made you feel so much love, even Satoru’s face softened at his words.

“Gojo Shion it is then.” the nurse took the baby from Satoru’s arm and he’s never felt this empty before. “Do you really need to take him? I mean he’s a newborn, is not like he needs friends right now. Wouldn’t it be better for him to hang out with his family than with other babies?” his reasoning was beyond cute, even to the stoic nurse. 

“Look sir, the child isn’t going to a baby party, he needs a check up and that’s the process in general. If everything goes out well you’ll be able to take them home in a couple of days. Now if you excuse me..” The baby was half asleep and his little hand was out of the blanket still and Satoru felt like his life lost all purpose, his son needed him so much right now, he needed to be tucked cozily under his blanket and there was nothing he could do to help him…he felt completely useless…

Megumi was cleaning your face with a wet towel, making sure your pillow was all fluffed properly, while Satoru spiraled into sadness.

“Can you get the blanket in her baby bag? There’s also some warm socks in the front pocket.” 

Satoru could feel Megumi’s murderous stare and that made him go back to earth, “Yeah sure. Socks…socks…here.” 

Megumi just stared at his hand with so much hate, yet he didn’t know what he did wrong this time. “What?”

“(Y/N)’s socks, not the baby’s socks…”

“Oh! Right…” he needed to get himself together, you needed him just as much as his son did.

“Here, my love.” he got your feet covered with your favorite fluffy socks, then leaned to kiss your head lovingly. Megumi covered you with the blanket he brought for you and went over the snacks he packed to replenish your strength.

“Isn’t he the most beautiful baby you’ve ever seen?” you sounded so tired, exhausted even, but to him you were the most wonderful and beautiful women in this universe. The mother of his son.

“Of course he is, he’s my son~” that made you chuckle. 

“We are parents now…how does that make you feel, Toru?” that question hunted him for months, but now he was ready to answer it truthfully. “I’m scared…I don’t know if I can be a good dad…But I’m also the happiest man alive…you’ve given me so much…I want to be the man you and my son need me to be…” his face wasn’t one of happiness, it was more one of realization. 

He felt so much…it was overwhelming. 

But the moment he locked eyes with his son, he just knew it, this was it, this was the real reason he came to this world, to bring his son to life, to give you and his son a happy life full of beautiful memories.

“Gojo-sensei…I think she needs rest…” you were giving him a soft loving smile, your thumb rubbing the back of his hand while he processed what just happened. 

“I’ll stay here, you go back to the school.” he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most, when you were confused and in pain, when you needed his love and care. But he was here now, and he wouldn’t let that happen again. 

He grabbed one of the chairs by the wall and brought it next to your bed, his hand reaching for yours once more before dimming the lights, “I’ll stay here with you, baby. Just rest.”

Megumi left after making sure you had everything you needed with the promise of coming back next morning with a fresh change of clothing for his guardian.

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Having a newborn baby in the house was a whole adventure, at least according to Satoru.

He had to learn everything about babies in a couple of days and lets just say books aren’t as reliable in the subject.

Babies cry a lot and figuring out what the problem was isn’t as easy as he had hoped for.

Not only that but your nipples were sore from breastfeeding causing you to frown all day, Megumi was in a bad mood because the baby didn’t let him sleep at night and he ended up stepping on a dirty diaper this morning, twice, barefoot.

While to others this might sound awful, Satoru was living his best life.

His son was just as in love with him as he was and he was livid. Putting him to bed was his self assigned job and his favorite part of the day. He’d go on talking forever explaining how his technique works and all he had to do to perfect it, of course his son didn’t understand a thing, but his voice really soothed the child so they both loved their bonding time.

Megumi would sneak in your room and sleep while hugging one of your legs while Satoru took the child out to get some sunlight in, even if he denied it, he was very much jealous of his baby brother, he just didn’t get as much time with you as before and he had no excuses to be babied like the infant was now. He wanted more and didn’t know how to ask for it, so even if you and Satoru were aware of his sneaky nap times, you both appeared ignorant to the teen.

Being a mother suited you so beautifully though, there was nothing Satoru loved more than seeing you with his son in your arms. The way your loving eyes landed on his little face, the kissy sounds you made at him to make him giggle, it was all just so perfect to him.

And being a father suited him just as much. The baby carrier he had hanging from his chest daily and the way he would always hold one of his tiny feet in one of his hands as he walked by proudly was the cutest thing this world had to offer. 

He was a happy man.

Of course, him parading around with his child made the elders realize what was going on pretty fast.

Thankfully the child didn’t display any sign of inheriting infinity, at least not yet, something he had shown almost since birth, which made them back off quite fast with the promise of him trying to conceive further children with you.

Of course, he didn’t want this. Not because he didn’t want more babies, but because it terrified him knowing one of them could very well have it and be taken away from you. The thought of his son being exploited the way he was as a child was a constant nightmare for him.

But reality plays dirty tricks on you when you least expect them..

You being such a cute mama and having those swollen breasts full of milk caused…unexpected results…getting you pregnant once more before Shion even turned four months of age.

For someone who didn’t understand the concept of family, he was quite good at making one.

His first family member being the lovely teenage boy who loved the mother of his children more than anything in this world, more than him to be quite honest. But he regretted nothing, Megumi was as important in this family as little Shion was and the little baby girl inside your growing belly.

The family kept growing at an exponential rate, and this world was anything but safe. But having the strongest sorcerer by your side did help quite a lot, specially now that he’d gotten the titles of strongest dad and strongest husband to the list as he very much wished and thought never would.

His family was not conventional, it was broken even, starting with him.

But it was perfect the way it was.

He chose his own family after all.

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Masterlist

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu fanfic #fluff #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #jjk #jjk fluff #jujutsu x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #daddy gojo

[sqvishii]

Hi, there! :D

Finally Silver's content and it is my obligation to brainstorm some ideas or scenarios with him

Ok taking into account that he can travel between dreams, imagine a scenario where he travels to the reader's dreams and in that dream the reader longs for another person from his original world (maybe a crush?)

Silver discovers this a little hurt so he will try to be better than that person by demonstrating his virtues trying to impress the reader. I think that a sadder scenario is that the soft dreams he had with the reader are not reciprocated and soon turn into ugly nightmares of the reader returning to his world, finally being with his beloved person.

In a Yandere route I think this can get twisted in the sense that he tries to brainwash the reader by trying to make each dream just between him and the reader. Even if he had to take matters into his owns hands, that person is just a bothersome thought that his loved one doesn't need to remember. 💔

HELLO AKAKKAKGAGIKRF HI AS I PUT MY HANDS ON YOUR SHOULDERS AND SCREAM AT YOU AFFECTIONATELY <33

this scenario reminds me of a fanfic of mine, lets do it :33

silver is obviously hurt once he sees the fact that you're holding hands with another person in your dream, only to find out that it was your crush.

he was obviously devestated. what do you mean you loved another person that isn't him!? he's practically sulking the entire day, avoiding you for the past few days until he finally snapped out of it.

so what if you had a crush? he'll prove to you that he can be better than them, by means of strength and intelligence, he'll have this unspoken rivalry with [character] until you fall in love with him.

and yet, when his eyes close and he finds himself sleeping, he wakes up with cold sweat dripping down his forehead and shaky hands, he hated this. he hated the fact that the usual lovey-dovey dreams he had of both you and him have become a nightmare.

a nightmare where his love wasn't reciprocated.

a nightmare where you were with another.

a nightmare where you didn't love him.

after a few months, it slowly drives him mad- this.. crush of yours with [character] is so stupid! why bother for falling in love with someone else when he's over there, hopelessly chasing after you and giving you all his love!?

but, realizing you hadn't had the chance to confess to your said crush, he quickly began thinking of multiple solutions until he got it.

make your dreams filled with him and only him.

of course, it starts small at first. silver making small appearances in your dreams such as being in the background, after some time, he obviously starts talking to you or some physical contact.. but it was weird how you felt him, you were pretty sure this is a dream.

right? right, so you shook it off. his appearances build up dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream after dream-

where was [character]?

what are you talking about?

you find yourself in a garden, seeing silver with that handsome smile and a bouquet of flowers (morning glory/asagao) in his gloved hands as he stood underneath the cherry blossom tree, a cliche type of confession, but it does the trick.

as you approach, he gives you that look where his eyes look at yours, love and devotion was the only thing present as he utters those words.

"i love you."

you know he does, he really does.

otherwise, he would get sick of saying the same thing countless times in this damned samsara loop.

#!! squish writes #!! squish speaks #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere silver x reader #silver x reader twisted wonderland #silver twst #silver twisted wonderland #silver x reader #silver vanrouge twst #silver vanrouge twisted wonderland #silver vanrouge #silver vanrouge x reader #yandere silver vanrouge #yandere silver x reader twisted wonderland #yandere silver x reader twst #ASUYy8i8sUOS AHAHFIUSDGHIOE

[ilumin]

Thinking of...

College rommate!Kaeya who's so popular, everyone on the campus knows him. He's handsome, polite, very flirty and so, sooo annoying.

Ever since you two started to live together, he was like a nightmare. He was always making weird comments about you, like- "oh, you should smile more", or- "you got only 70%? Honey, I thought you could do much better than that!"

And the worst part? Everyone loves him. And he knows it. He's completely aware of what impact his words have on other, and which string he needs to pull to get what he wants.

He's annoying, mean, very full of himself and-

"Hello, my dear roommate, can I ask you a favor?"

Speak of the devil.

"What do you want" you rolled your eyes, already irritated by his presence. He just asked you a question, and you want to smack him in his stupid pretty face.

"I need your help with a project. You're pretty good at physics, aren't you?" Kaeya leaned against a door frame, looking at you with his arms crossed. You hated the way he was looking at you. Even with all your hatred toward him, you need to admit - he was pretty damn hot.

"Yeah, I suppose to" you looked back from him to your laptop, trying to ignore this fucking warm building up inside your chest.

"Splendid. So, as my roommate, what do you say about some pizza and a small study session? My treat if it helps" his smile, oh, his smile. It was bright as a sun, which made him even more annoying. Now he's going to make you blind?

"Why should I help you, hm? When I asked for a help, you ditched me." you turned on you chair, raising a brow at him.

You could swear that, for a second, his posture seemed... Nervous?

"Ah, yes. But I think I've already apologized for that couple of times." Kaeya smiled again, coming back to his "mysterious" (his words, not yours) himself.

And yes, he did apologize, he even bought you flowers as a sorry. You bit the inside of your cheek lost in thoughts. You knew, you were completely aware how this'll go, but-

"Alright. But because you've promised, you're paying for everything."

"Sure thing, sweetheart"

"And don't call me that!"

"What? Wait, hold on-"

"Ughh, I've already explained it four times now, Alberich!" you throw your hands in the air. Youre tired, he's tired, and the pizza is already cold.

"I'm starting to understand why Albedo's drinks so much coffee after every study session he has with other students"

"Are you assuming that I'm the dumb one?" Kaeya laughed, taking a slice of pizza from a cardbox and then taking a big bite.

"You're dumb all the time, but being honest - why did you sign up for this project? If I'm not wrong, it's not even that important to the final grade and only few people volunteered" you squirm I'm place, trying get more comfortable in your seat.

"Why you, a person who's clearly just not into maths or physics, volunteered?" You raised your brow, looking right at him.

You started to observe his body language which seemed... On edge. Kaeya straight up a bit, his shoulders tensing and his eyes flew all around the room.

You two stayed in a silence in a moment, Kaeya chewing as long as he could to avoid answering and you, still staring at him and waiting for any respond.

Clearly loosing his confidence, but not wanting you to realized that (even if you already did), he finally swallowed last bits of pizza as he finally spoke.

"Would you believe me... If I would say I wanted to spend some more time with you?" His gaze finally meeting your face.

"What?" Your eyes wide in shock, as you look at him.

Kaeya? This Kaeya Alberich? Wanted to spend some time with you???

"Am I tripping or they added something to this pizza"

"I'm genuine, sweetheart." He's face surprisingly soft with a sweet smile, as he looked at you.

You both stare at each other, silence slightly uncomfortable, while you tried to gain your thoughts.

And then, it strikes you.

You're blushing.

You quickly looked away, not wanting him to see you at such vulnerable state. You hated him! Hated everything in his character and doings, so why, why on earth, you're feeling like a lovestruch teenager?

"And... That's why you asked me for help?"

"Actually yes." He shrugged, taking another bite of his pizza. He seemed not scared at all. Where in the meantime, you were still processing his words.

Kaeya was mean, very full of himself and dumb. You hated him with all your being, because only a glance from him could make your heart flutter. He could say your name and your knees was already weak.

You hated him for so long, you can't just give up on it like that.

"So... Would you like to go on a date with me, sweetheart?"

... Or so you thought.

HELLOOO!!! Hi, another "Thinking of..."!!!

I'm so glad you guys liked the first one so much, maybe I should make a small series?

This time, I don't have any incredible art- just a small sketch. This one fan fiction firstly had a complete different storyline so-

But besides that, here's some blushy software Calvary captain

Anyway, again, not proofread- let me know if there's anything you find!

→Masterlist←

#genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #x reader #genshin impact fanart #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #Thinking of... #kaeya <3333

[teaboot]

I don't remember a lot, but from what memories I do have, the world as a baby or a toddler is a fucking nightmare.

NOTHING is designed for you.

Stair steps if you can't walk are a one-way nightmare. Crawling up? Sure. Crawling down? Well, you can go head first and fall, which is terrifying, or you can slowly scoot backwards and feel for the next step with your feet, which feels pretty much exactly like an adult going down an unfamiliar staircase in the pitch black dark.

Stair steps if you CAN walk are damn near knee height and you have to haul your entire body through steep lunges and squats to get up or down.

Food time? Someone plops your ass in a chair and puts a plate of food on a table at your neck level, hands you a wiggly flat stick and tells you to eat, but don't make a mess. You can't move the plate and you can't stand up or use your hands, even though those are straight up the most accessible and intuitive options. Fuckin' A, thanks.

And car seats, FUCK, the ones with the weird lap bar? One buckle goes between your legs and it's an eternal wedgie. You need to stretch or you get a cramp? Fuck that, you sit in one position for however long it takes. Better not drop your shit with your fumbly bastard hands because you're not getting it back, and then it's just you and the Padded Sensory Deprivation Restraint for all eternity.

And gods above, Christ, TALKING. Even if by some miracle you know EXACTLY the words you want, your tongue is like a lump of meat in your mouth. You KNOW what you want it to do, but it rolls when you don't want it to and you have to focus so much attention if you need to make it perfect.

And you WILL have to make it perfect, because some fucking adult who you know DAMN WELL doesn't consider you a real, thinking human person will ABSOLUTELY ask, "Did you mean this?" Or, "It's pronounced like this", or, HEAVEN ABOVE, "That's a big word!"

Like YEah Bitch, It's a HUGE word, who gives a shit? How does the length of a word matter more than the meaning I was trying to communicate? Can we not get sidetracked, here? Were you actually listening?

Shit. Fuck. And every random stranger and their dog grinning and staring and waving at you like they expect you to do a trick? Getting WAY too familiar? Some people are fine, but others had just the worst vibes. Skin-crawly. Ugh.

Jesus, I haven't thought about it this long in forever. Saccharine, bubbly children's media that literally spells shit out like you've never heard of anything before? Condescending grownups who coo every time you try to communicate?

Fine motor skills. Jesus, does nobody else remember picturing something perfectly in your head, knowing precisely what you wanted to do and how to do it, just for your stupid half-yours, half-not hands or feet or fingers betray you completely? The FRUSTRATION?

Your brain doesn't work, your body doesn't work, you get fevers and chills and aches and your teeth get sore and fall out, everything is too big and you have no freedom over your own body or life.

You're aware of so many of your own limitations, but at the same time there are things that you don't know exist that you're also limited in, and all the while everyone expects you to keep up and not question it.

Everyone is in such a hurry to speed up through the things you want to linger in, and is so painfully slow when you're ready to move on.

And all the while, this vague, faceless shadow lingers over you: That you will someday be Different, Not Yourself Anymore, but One Of Them, and this someday-you will Finally Understand everything you don't, and everything good and wonderful that you really, truly do enjoy will be gone, just like it's gone to Them.

And all you can do is promise yourself that you'll remember. That you'll fight this inevitable transformation into The Other.

You promise yourself that you will hold onto who you are and bury it deep, and that maybe if you're strong enough you won't fade away like they did.

You might succeed. You might save yourself.

But you will come out on the other side changed nonetheless, and you may find yourself feeling very alone in this new world.

[lorcandidlucienwill]

So I think we can all agree that the Archerons were so weird because they didn’t bicker like real siblings, so here’s a snippet of a fic I’m writing where all the sisters are arguing. This takes place during a dress fitting for Elain’s wedding. Warning: lots of inner circle slander

Nesta scowled at her reflection as faeries fussed over her, adjusting the gown she was wearing.

“You look lovely, Nesta,” Feyre said from the seat beside her. “Easy for you to say,” Nesta muttered. Feyre looked magnificent in an electric blue halter top paired with black slacks and boots. A circlet of small crescent moons lay upon her forehead. “I look ridiculous.” Nesta glared at the gold dress she had been shoved into again. “God, it’s the same as my hair. Can’t you get a red dress, at least? This makes my skin fade out.” At last, the dressers obeyed, pulling the ill-fitting monstrosity away from her body. 

“You looked pretty in that dress, Nesta,” Elain said gently, her hair up in a jumbo bun at the top of her head, wildflowers surrounding the band holding it up. She wasn’t getting fitted today, but she had come to see what dresses Nesta and Feyre would be wearing. Not like Elain would have any difficulty with her dress. She looked perfect in everything she wore, except perhaps that black dress she’d once worn in the Hewn City. It was annoying.

“Quit lying Elain, I looked like wallpaper,” Nesta snapped. Then she sighed. “Red is truly my color, but that blonde bitch everyone thinks is sooo beautiful is always wearing it, so I usually opt for black.”

“Don’t speak that way about Mor,” Feyre said sharply.

“I’ll speak of her however I like, little sis. She’s not my friend, and frankly, she isn’t really even yours.”

Feyre glowered at her. “She saved me from Tamlin.”

“Did she do that for you, or for little Rhys-rhys? Has she ever stood up for you in front of Rhysand? She certainly despises me; thought me fit to throw into the court of nightmares. I highly doubt you’re much different.”

“Yeah, I am. Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch all the time, people would treat you differently.”

Nesta laughed sarcastically. “Because 500 year old uber powerful Fae warriors can’t handle a 23 year old formerly human woman handing their asses to them, can they?”

“You’re really going to start this now, with my wedding just around the corner?” Elain complained. Nesta whipped her head around to her. “Oh, sure! I absolutely care about this sham of a wedding! Feyre’s mate is a jackass, my mate is a jackass, but perhaps third time’s the charm with you, huh, Elain?” 

“Lucien is ten times the man Rhysand will ever be,” Elain said coldly, her temper causing her voice to raise volume. Nesta opened her mouth to say that this doesn’t mean much considering Rhysand is a small boy stuck in a man’s form when Feyre interrupted. “Wait a damn minute. You both despise my husband?” she demanded.

“What gave it away, Feyre?” Nesta drawled. “Me constantly insulting Rhysand, resisting his orders, and declaring him not my high lord? Me not wishing to live with the rest of you? Elain literally leaving Night to get away from him?”

“I thought Elain left Night because of Azriel!”

“Azriel?!” Elain let out a snort which turned into such mirth that Nesta stared. “That broody, brainless bat not man enough to speak about his feelings in any capacity? You think I’d leave because of him? As if! I left because I got tired of your fake family’s fake welcome and decided Lucien was better than the lot of them.” 

“Lucien let me get hurt in Spring!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Feyre!” Elain shrieked, and Nesta gasped. Elain cussing was something Nesta frankly thought she’d never hear. “Lucien told me his side of the story, and it seems as if your head was too far up Rhysand’s ass to realize everything Lucien has done for you!” 

“Just like Feyre never acknowledged the work we did around the house when we were in the cottage,” Nesta muttered. Elain nodded. Feyre stalked up to Nesta and slapped her face so hard her neck tilted. “Oh no you didn’t,” Nesta snarled, and she shoved Feyre into a coat rack, taking her and the rack to the ground. The two of them began wrestling, Elain crying, “Stop, you idiots, stop!” in the background. “Help, there’s a fight going on in here!”

#nesta archeron #feyre archeron #elain archeron #idk what this is lol #archeron sisters #fanfic

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Wolves At The Door; Part Two

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: "You don't gotta' lie to me, you know. Books don't get like this without love."

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our second installment! Enjoy!

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Prelude

Part One

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, depictions of animal butchering, depictions of a burn/scalding and graphic depictions of mental and physical duress. Stay safe!]

Sleeping that night was…difficult. Heisenberg was restless and it definitely didn't help your mental state to have him skulking around the cabin in the half-light, maul in hand. You found yourself curling up on the couch, eyes unconsciously drawn to the dark windows even as you attempted to get some rest.

Karl, for his part, didn't seem better off than you. If anything he was worse, the man sweating visibly as he made his rounds. Whether from the exertion of the day or nerves you couldn't say, but you finally had enough.

"Sit down." You ordered, gesturing to the sagging chair that resided parallel to the couch. "You're making me dizzy with all your pacing."

He obeyed without a word, the maul resting across his knees after he settled into the chair. Karl's gaze landed on the floor after a moment and a deep frown etched a furrow between his brows. He seemed to be struggling with something, wrestling some deep conundrum in his mind, so you decided to simply stay quiet.

"I think I'm…like them." Heisenberg's voice grated a little when he broke the silence. "That wrongness, that…feeling, that Uncanny Valley shit, I hate it but I know it." His eyes darted to your own. "I don't think I'm a good person. Or I–dammit I don't know, I think bare minimum I've done some real bad things. Do you see it too? Or is it all in my head?"

…

You drew your knees up even tighter to your chest, resting your cheek on one of them. It was like you were studying him in the wan light of the candles on the wood stove. Those same candles threw enormous shadows on the walls, black forms twisting and writhing as the flames danced in the breeze from the open windows. 

Karl couldn't decide what he wanted you to say. Was he the man, cowering in his chair, fidgeting with a simple club, or the nightmare creature skulking in the dark, made all the more terrifying by fear and imagination?

Wolf in sheep's clothing.

Choose, damn it! he found himself thinking irritably when you continued to look at him.

"Both." 

Karl blinked, stunned at your response. "What?"

"Both." 

"The hell do you mean?"

"I mean, I guess we're all both." You shrugged. That shrug was really starting to get under his skin. You were a little too free and easy with this stuff, in Karl's humble opinion! "We're all kind of unsettling in our own ways. I wouldn't say you're like those things out in the woods, but you're probably not unlike them either. Maybe you've got something to do with them, maybe not. Obviously you're weird, you can move metal with your brain. That doesn't mean you're like-" you gestured vaguely at one of the windows. "-those critters."

"Seems more like them than a normal person." Heisenberg muttered. 

"Nobody's normal." You insisted, sounding almost annoyed. "Not even if they want to be. No matter how much you polish or clean things up, humans are weird. Sure, we can pretend for a little while, but we're all just a few wrong moves away from revealing how awkward we are." 

"Awkward?" Karl snorted in disbelief. "I should be so damn lucky to be considered awkward, sugar. Better that than the town freak." 

–pitchforks and torches, factory ablaze, iron-red scent in the air–

"What do you want me to say, huh?" was your retort, snapping Karl out of whatever memory that was. "I don't know you, but I'm trusting you on my property. The Duke vouched for you, which counts for something. Not much, but something." You leaned forward, one accusatory finger aimed at his chest. "I don't see any effing talismans around the property to ward you off. Do you?"

He couldn't meet your gaze. Heisenberg had no idea how to tell you that the mangled charm he had found tied to the fenceline made his hand feel like it was on fire when he tried to replace it on the post. I'm like them, I'm like them sat at the base of his throat, a lump of cold dread.

You sighed after a minute of his silence, apparently taking it as acceptance. "Of course you don't. So don't…don't worry about that stuff, okay? Worry about it when you have to. Don't make more trouble for yourself." One of your hands slipped along his jaw and Karl flinched before he could stop it, the instinctive motion obviously startling you because you quickly pulled away. "Oh sorry! Sorry, sorry." You apologized. "I shouldn't have…uh, that's on me."

"No it's--it's fine." Karl tried to wave you off, forcing a chuckle. "No harm done, right?"

…

His eyes had only met yours for a second, yet it felt like a lifetime. There was something there in his expression that had sent a shudder down your spine, compounded by the way he had flinched back. Karl laughed it off but his visage was guarded. Clearly whatever it was, he didn't feel like confronting it now. It may have even been something he didn't remember; some odd reaction to a thing he couldn't explain.

What is it like, you wondered with a flash of sympathy, to exist in a body that remembers what the mind doesn't? 

Heisenberg eventually stood back up, the maul hanging loosely from his fingertips while he carried on that circuitous roaming. The repetitive creaking of the floorboards slowly began to lull you into a doze, the stubby candles on the wood stove burning low as the time passed. 

The rustling of Heisenberg's tattered overcoat served to herald his rounds close to your resting place, and during your uneasy drowse you felt a hand tug up the light blanket that had slid off of your shoulder. 

The dawn came slowly. Neither of you got much rest, you were fairly sure. At some point Karl had settled down in front of the door, his coat draped over him like a makeshift quilt. The maul was tucked up alongside him, a loyal companion even in slumber. 

You had to admit, in the light of day you felt a bit foolish for being so scared the night before. But…Karl had been concerned too, right? Maybe he was just following your lead?

You scoffed at yourself, getting to your feet. You had survived the night and thus, there was the work of the day to be done. Breakfast first, then the chores you had neglected yesterday while you whipped yourself into a frenzy over (probably) nothing. 

You squinted out the window next to the sink as you quickly washed your hands, scrutinizing the edge of your property with tired eyes. Everything looked okay, but you knew you would walk the fenceline later. If only to make yourself feel better! Maybe you would find a bear trail, or something else to allay the fears that still gnawed at you.

The morning meal was simple. You were still working your way through the abundance of plums from last year's harvest so dried fruit and a piece of hard cheese from the pantry lined your stomach well enough for the moment, but you would have to add bread to your to-do list. Having Karl in your home was quickly tearing a hole in your food supply; you were so accustomed to stretching your stores that dealing with a guest was proving difficult to manage. 

Were you really so solitary that an unexpected visitor was enough to throw everything off? Granted, you did live alone in an off-the-grid cabin well past the outskirts of some old, abandoned village. You were pretty sure it was abandoned, anyway. The only map you'd ever seen it on was a moldering scrap of paper included with the equally-old deed to your current abode, and until the Duke had trundled up the rutted, overgrown road, you hadn't seen another person for quite a while. 

You were self-sufficient, that's all, and you valued your peace and quiet. Out here, nothing really bothered you. Aside from the occasional deer pilfering fallen apples during the autumn or a fat boar rooting its way through your lettuce and green beans in the summer, that is. 

You didn't mind being alone.

Karl mumbled a protest when you roused him from his spot in front of the door, and you quickly ushered him to relocate on the couch. It seemed like he was asleep before he was fully horizontal, much to your amusement. No time for that though, there was work to be done!

…

Karl groggily came to, realizing the noise he had heard in his dreams was the sound of the cabin door creaking open in the breeze. You were outside humming some tuneless, meandering thing, punctuated by occasional grunts of exertion. 

Heisenberg stared wearily up at the knotholes in the ceiling. Did you ever stop? In the brief time he had known you it seemed like you were always doing things, always occupied with some eternal, infernal task. Sisyphean, his brain reminded him helpfully. Clearly he enjoyed clinging to useless information.

He sat up with a groan, stretching his arms overhead and then rubbing absently at the scarring on his abdomen. It didn't really itch, not exactly. The Duke had left behind some sort of ointment for him that you had been dutifully applying every other day and it seemed to help expedite Karl's healing process, but the skin around the area always felt a little too tight.

At that moment you shouldered open the ajar door, your sleeves rolled up to the elbow and your hands covered in…

Karl lunged to his feet, groping for the maul and watching it come flying from beside the doorframe to his waiting grasp. "What happened?!" He all but shouted at you, bewildered when you met the inquiry with a breathless little laugh. Were you in shock? That was a lot of blood! 

Now you were waving your hands around, as if to distract him. "I'm sorry! I didn't want to wake you. Something got a deer at the back fenceline, I've been prepping it to dress." You explained, nudging open one of your cabinets with your elbow and scooping up a pile of stained towels. "Had to hoist it to drain, the usual."

"Oh." Karl wasn't sure how much of this his heart could take. The poor thing was currently hammering in his throat and he got the feeling it'd be that way for a while. "Wait, what do you mean something?" He latched onto your words, suspicion mounting as your expression shifted from puzzled to concerned.

"I thought…I thought it was wolves, maybe?" You reasoned. "They're pretty skittish, so if they'd heard something in the house moving they might have left the deer."

Karl followed you out of the cabin, still firing off questions while the two of you trekked across the yard. "How'd it die, did you see any weird marks on it?" I didn't hear shit, there's no way it was wolves.

"Usual stuff." You settled onto your haunches beside the strung-up deer, gesturing vaguely at the neck which had been ripped open. "Must have tired it out and then took it down."

Heisenberg crouched beside you, examining the primary wound and finding that his eyes seemed much too accustomed to the scene. It stirred odd half-recollections in his broken memory, ushering things to the surface that, frankly, he was getting a little nervous about.

--looking down at a body with his hands up to the forearm in the abdomen, his own cajoling, mocking voice echoing in some deep, dark hole–

The deer. The deer for fuck's sake keep it together Karl.

Karl forced himself to focus, tracing a half moon-shaped bite imprint with a sinking feeling in his stomach. "This isn't a wolf kill." He said finally. "That's from a human mouth, or at least one shaped like it, see?" 

You gave him an incredulous look but obliged, your knee knocking into his as you shuffled over. After a moment, you wrinkled your nose. "Guess I shouldn't cure this, then. Be a bit of a waste to dry what might be contaminated meat." You sounded dejected, continuing, "I was hoping it was a lucky break. You like meat and I just…storing it is always an issue for me so I usually only take down small things in snares. Rabbits, pheasants." You sat back, grimacing at your bloody hands. "Give me a minute and I'll haul this away so we don't attract anything unsavory."

"I'll do it."

"You're still recovering! Splitting wood is one thing, dragging a dead body through the forest is-"

Something I'm intimately familiar with. Karl cut you off, shaking his head. "Just let me. I already feel like all this is happening because I'm here. If it's really got nothing to do with me, this is the biggest goddamn coincidence I've ever witnessed." He swore, then growled, "where the hell is that fat bastard when we need him?"

"He is a creature of convenience." You acquiesced, your smile rueful. "His own, specifically. Wonder how much lei I'll have to scare up for some fresh talismans?"

"If he charges you I'll kill him myself." Karl stated flatly, mentally reeling from the sudden animosity that flared up. "Fuck that prick and his two-timing bullshit." Two-timing? Where did that come from? 

True to his word and despite your protests, Karl shouldered the deer carcass and lumbered off into the woods. You pointed him towards the trail you had previously marked out with small blazes on the trees so he simply followed it to what you had dubbed your 'disposal site'. 

As he trudged, Karl noted in a somewhat distant way that the body he had slung over his shoulders didn't seem…all that heavy? Granted, it had lost a bit of blood, but you hadn't even gotten to gutting it yet. He also noticed that the blazes left on the trees were somewhat softened or overgrown, as though they had been there for years. The man's brow furrowed. 

Just how long had you been out here? Wherever here was, of course.

The disposal site was a small pile of refuse from your previous endeavors. Bones were scattered around, presumably by whatever scavengers had visited the area. Karl, not really paying attention and moving on autopilot, simply threw the deer to the side. He watched the body skid for a moment, then reality caught up with him. 

That deer should be heavy. It should be pretty heavy, bare minimum. He had heard the way you had struggled to lift it, even with the pulley system you used to hoist it up on a nearby tree branch to drain. But to him, it felt like nothing. Karl flexed his fingers nervously, sure he was missing something. Moving metal with his brain was all well and good, but if he was some kind of freak why couldn't it only be in one regard? What else was wrong with him?

--the giant hammer slamming down again, the eruption of blood and the sputtering roar of a turbine–

…

You grumbled as you scrubbed at your arms, annoyed with the current turn of events. You'd really thought you had caught a break, finding that deer! Instead, all you had gotten was disappointment. You shouldn't be surprised, knowing your luck, but still. Annoying. Disheartening.

You dashed a few tears away, frustrated with yourself for getting so wound up again. Maybe you could chalk it up to the poor sleep you'd gotten the previous night. You inhaled deeply, trying to rein everything in and force yourself to be rational. You'd just have to set some snares, that wasn't any big deal! You were making a mountain out of a molehill here. 

You scrubbed a little harder, huffing out a breath. 

There was a crashing in the undergrowth that heralded the return of Karl but you didn't turn to look at him, simply raising a hand to acknowledge his presence and then going back to tediously cleaning the grime from beneath your fingernails.

You yelped, dodging the spray it kicked up which caused Karl to chuckle. "What, afraid of getting wet?" He teased, grabbing the sleeve of the shirt and preparing to reel it in. 

Karl slouched down beside you on the riverbank, the shoulder of his worn shirt smeared with blood from the carcass. You realized belatedly that maybe you should have offered him one of your rags to keep the stains to a minimum, but he didn't seem overly concerned with appearances. He was silent for a moment, staring down at the running water. Then, without preamble, he undid a few buttons on his shirt and jerked it over his head, flinging it into the water. He nearly took his undershirt off along with it, but managed to wriggle loose at the last moment.

"No, no, you'd better not!" You exclaimed, scrambling to your feet. "Don't you d-" The wet shirt smacked your leg, sending a frigid jolt up your spine and making you unleash the most embarrassing squawk of dismay.

Heisenberg's smirk was positively devious, the man slapping the shirt back down into the water once more as you raced away. "You can't escape me that easily, sugar!" 

"I can try!" You yelled back, ducking through your fence and bolting into the woods. 

You could still hear him laughing as he pursued you and weirdly you found yourself giggling too. It was as if the tension had broken, the two of you sprinting through the trees without a care in the world. Eventually, breathless, you ended up back at the edge of your property waving off Heisenberg's quickly-advancing form. 

"Time out!" You gasped, flopping against a tree trunk. "I give up, okay? You got me." 

Instead of snapping the shirt at you like you had been expecting Karl crowded you back against the tree, cupping your face with the sopping fabric. You closed your eyes, luxuriating in the sudden coolness after your mad dash, and you heard Karl swallow hard. When you opened your eyes again Karl was looking at you with that odd expression, his own gaze troubled. 

He had never been this close to you and you realized, in an absent sort of way, that his green irises had an amber-yellow ring around the pupil. In this light, you mused internally, he's almost handsome. "What? Do I have something on my face?" You finally quipped, already missing the lighthearted mood of moments before.  

Karl opened his mouth, paused, and then simply stepped back, sweeping his hat off to offer you an elaborate bow in the direction of your home. "I'll let you off easy this once." His smile was sardonic. 

A strange sense of loss came over you as he sauntered away but you hurriedly shook it off, running to catch up with him instead as he laboriously began to rebutton the damp shirt over his threadbare undershirt. "If you want meat, I expect you to lend me a hand setting up the snares."

"More shit to do!" The man half-laughed, half-groaned at your demand, settling his hat further back on the crown of his head. "Don't you ever take a break?"

"No, not really," was your blunt response. 

"Well," Karl drew the word out, giving you a haughty look. "Maybe you ought to."

"The genius on display." You replied sarcastically, flicking the brim of his hat. "If I don't do shit, who will? You're not going to be here forever y'know, and I can't exactly rely on having an extra pair of hands."

"I think you could, though." Heisenberg's eyes were pointedly fixed ahead when you glanced at him. "For a little while, at least?" The only way you could tell it was a question was the barely-there uptick in his tone of voice at the end. You, for your part, were a bit stunned. You hadn't thought…

"W-Well that's up to you!" You stuttered out, feeling strangely flustered. "I'm not kicking you out, if that's what you're asking. You leave when you want to. But," you then paused, trying to infuse some gravity into the situation, "you will have to keep pitching in if you stay, so I'm not sure if the tradeoff is worth it to you." 

It was at least half a joke. 

Well, maybe a quarter. There was always work.

"Understood." You watched him withdraw a pair of leather gloves from his back pocket, then Karl tilted his head towards you with a grin. "Snares, huh? Think the rope is strong enough to snag a boar?" 

…

It was odd, the easy way Karl slotted into your day to day. You woke before him in the mornings and he went to bed well after you, the two of you still on different sleep schedules. You partitioned off a section of the living room so that he could have a bit of privacy, shoving the repaired camping cot into the corner behind the sheet. 

That was it. Simple. Painless.

He helped around the yard, pulling weeds in the garden or watering as the summer continued to march on. He held fences so you could mend them and the two of you did your best to not talk about the withered remains of the Duke's charms, now all but crumbled to dust. He checked the snares and you could tell whether the trap had been a success by listening for his distant crowing in delight. 

Karl's presence became normal. Mundane, even. 

Many's the morning he came stumbling out of the cabin door, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he passed you a cup of something to drink. Karl often urged you to take breaks, "even for a second or two," and you would usually oblige, if grudgingly. The extra set of hands was appreciated, but you didn't want to fully rely on him. That wasn't fair to either of you! He should be free to pick up his pieces should his memory return in full, and the last thing you wanted was him sticking around out of fear that you would be ineffective on your own after all of his help. 

A day then came where you felt like another shift occurred, a gray day where you were feeding more wood into your stove, intent on making an excess of quality charcoal for the rain barrel filter you knew needed refreshing soon. It was dull, smoky work and Heisenberg for his part was content to sit, the man leafing through one of your few dog-eared books with an increasingly-sour squint.

"Not your thing?" You finally asked, a little pricked by the stiffness of his face. Karl shook his head absently and you watched his eyes dart over the pages. You tried again, "I didn't bring much with me, so that's kind of a favorite." Kind of. The poor book's tattered state heralded a lifetime of reading; shoved into bags or pockets and bookmarked over and over. 

Karl looked up, that grim squint still holding firm. "You don't gotta' lie to me, you know. Books don't get like this without love." He closed the book, fanning the air with it. "I uh, I don't think your stove is drawing right. The smoke is burning my eyes a little."

To your dismay you realized that he was, in fact, correct. The stove was currently billowing smoke from the ajar door and you scrambled to adjust the crooked old chimney, but in your haste you forgot how hot the metal would be.

Heisenberg was on his feet before the pained noise left your mouth, the man yanking you back a step and then glaring at the leaning stovepipe, which snapped itself as straight as a poker. "Sugar," he chastised, examining your palms as you hissed in pain. "C'mon, let's get you to the river before that blisters."

In an uncharacteristic moment of vulnerability, instead of protesting you simply let yourself be led to the riverbank. The chill of the water worked quickly to soothe your scalded skin, reducing the pain to a small area on the heel of one of your palms. Karl kept your hands in his own, the man not meeting your eyes the entire time he ministered to you. When you flinched he muttered an apology, his voice gruff, and something about the tone had your stomach in knots.

"I think it'll be okay." You said softly after a few minutes. Karl started, like he had forgotten you were there, like he had forgotten your hands were cupped in his. His eyes locked with yours and you smiled, wanting to express your gratitude for his presence but having difficulty coming up with the words. You simply settled on, "thank you." 

In reply, Heisenberg huffed and snorted so much you were certain he was going to choke, the man just jamming his hat down around his ears and then sauntering off. "What are you waiting for?" he yelled over his shoulder. "You keep sitting around and the house is gonna' burn down!"

More likely to get blown over by a huffing, puffing wolf, you thought with a private little snicker as you rose.

…

Indebted was the only word he could think of, but it was…wrong somehow. Every time you smiled, it let Karl convince himself to stay a little while longer. 

Besides, it wasn't…so bad being indebted. If he could even call it that.

There came the day when you ran out of the salves the Duke had given you for Karl's wounds and it was pitiful, but Heisenberg almost missed the way you would tend to his fading scars. Almost. He told himself it wasn't that he missed the actual care, but it was easier for his body to mend if his brain was receiving constant affirmation about it. Without that, well, things might slow a bit. 

He felt like he couldn't afford to slow down, for whatever reason. The feeling in his stomach continued to yawn wider, the desire to move and cause harm with every step becoming more and more prevalent.

He'd had you there, beneath that tree, and that was what had shaken him to his core. The tunnel vision that took hold of him as he chased you was…something he didn't want to examine too closely.

Like them. Whatever they were.

He had pulled away. Had deflected. A cocksure attitude did a lot to hide certain reactions, certain expressions he wasn't the master of. The reality of knowing that it was a switch, some terrible thing inside of him that bayed for violence, kept Karl's sleep even more poor than it had been previously. And when he would forget, overstep, cozy up, Heisenberg would sternly remind himself of The Facts: he was clearly Bad and you were Good and the way the world worked was not kind to people like him.

Really, it wasn't so terrible. Sometimes you even thanked him, your hands in his own after you burned yourself, your face so close to his and your smile small but no less genuine for its size.

As the first apples began to ripen on your two trees (to Karl's combined horror and relief) an unfamiliar-familiar cart made its ponderous way up the now nearly-intraversable road. 

You were still inside washing dishes from lunch, so Karl called to you through the window to alert you and then acquired the maul from the woodpile. That gargantuan bastard had some things to answer for.

"It is good to see you so hearty once more, my Lord!" The Duke called once Karl was within earshot, his broad face split with a grotesque smile. "Your recovery was no guarantee, after all."

My Lord. My Lord. Lord Karl Heisenberg. My Lord.

Karl reached up as high as he could and seized a handful of the Duke's straining shirt collar, his voice a seething whisper when he demanded, "tell me what you know or I'm feeding you to the fucking wolves."

Part Three

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Writing Prompts!

These are some writing prompts that you can request for! Please only use around 1-3 prompts!

The characters are simple, all of them will be Sally Face characters!

Angst ~ Emotional

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I never wanted this to happen.”

“Please believe me, I never wished for this to happen.”

“I’m glad that it had to be me and not you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Wipe that fucking look on your face.”

“This is all your fault and you know it.”

“I hate you.” / “I know.”

“All I ever wanted was for you to finally be proud of me for doing something.”

“I’m scared to die alone.”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“It is better if one of us leaves.”

“Please forgive me.”

r“I wanted to love you, but I just couldn’t-“ / “Why couldn’t you?”

“I watched you change in the most disgusting way.”

“I’m sorry i’m not enough for you. I’m not enough for myself either.”

“I love you.” / “I love you too __”

“If it had to be one of us—I would give my life to you.”

“Please, kiss me one last time before I go.”

Romantic ~ Fluff

“Your the reason as to why I’m alive, you know that?”

“I love you more than anything.”

“If you give me a kiss then I’ll leave you alone.”

“I love everything about you.”

“Hold me.”

“You make me feel like I truly mean something to the world.”

“If you were to be able to date another person, would you leave me?”

“I want to stay with you forever.”

“You’re the only person that truly ever loved me for who I really am.”

“I’m blessed to have you.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You have the most prettiest smile.”

“I feel ashamed to even look at you, that’s how much I love you.”

“I love it when you do that.”

“Am I special?”

“Don’t look at me like that…” / “Why not?”

“You look pretty when you blush.”

“You are a very touchy person.”

“I got this just for you.”

“You deserve it.”

“I promise that I won’t ever leave you.”

“Don’t tease me like that.”

“I never loved a person like how much I love you.”

Miscellaneous

“Why are you sitting so close of me?” / “…no reason.”

“…Are you even listening?” / “What?”

“Just talk to them-“ / “I can’t their too damn fine..”

“Would you love me if I turned into a cat?” / “…”

“…You did not just do what I think you just did.”

“…Can you stop that?” /l “Stop what?—“ / “That.”

“Leave me alone.” / “But I don’t wanna.”

“What if I literally just…make out with you RIGHT NOW?—“ / “SHUT UP.”

“THEY LIKE YOU!!!!” / “NO I DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“Okay—you’re just gonna go up to them and-“ / “I’m scared.”

“No.” / “yes.”

“Can I have some of your food?” / “…Did you not just eat?”

“Get off your phone and pay attention to me” / “Fineeee…”

“Can you stop stealing my things?” / “…I thought we shared these things…”

“Who ate my food?” / “I did. I got hungry.”

“Are you mad at me?” / “No? Why?” / “Because you looked at me weird.”

“What would you do if I just disappeared?” / “Cry.”

“Someone hurt my feelings.” / “I found their address.”

“You don’t need makeup.” / “And I don’t need you. How bout that?”

“Your mean.” / “Okay.”

“*ranting about things* / “*listening silently.*”

Random Prompts

Cuddling together while watching a horror movie.

Very affectionate person / Touch-starved person.

Comforting partner after they had a nightmare.

Playing games.

Sleepovers.

Creating a special handshake.

Skipping class together.

Sneaking out

Getting lunch together

dates

sky-gazing

picnic

Hobby sharing

Prom night

Anniversary

Shy / Outgoing

Introvert / Extrovert

matching outfits/bracelets/necklaces/etc

shopping

Confessions/Awkward confessions

Taking care of one another when sick

Swimming together

Caught staring

Playing with each others hair

silent treatment prank

Couple Pranks

Couple goals

Baking together

Celebrating birthdays

April Fools

Summertime activities

Winter time activities

sleeping together

Losing each other in public

Obsessing over each other (healthy manner)

Playful fighting

Spoiling each other

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[doiesfav]

⇢ ˗ˏˋPoison - Haechan ||

“you are just like poison”

Spin-off from My Youth

Plot: After you left your city Donghyuck tries to ignore the fact that you aren't with him anymore but it annoys him a lot and tries to find a way to be with you.

Genre: angst, fiction, short story

Contains: hyuck misses you a lot, but a lot means a damn lot, cuss words, overworking :(

Wc -> 2,4k

A/n: This spin-off is about how Haechan lived while you were gone so is kinda a side story but hope you guys enjoy it♡♡ (and sorry if this is a bit confusing I didnt know how to tell this story TT) Also happy 1 month anniversary for me🥳 thanks for all the support ive been getting in one month is really wholesome🫶

For better reading experience -> My Youth

MASTERLIST

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[1st of September, 23:53]

''Sorry Donghyuck, find someone better than me, I'll miss you'' You said before hanging up while you were on your way to the airport. Tears fell out of your eyes and your face turned red, it was heartbreaking for both of you but had to accept it to pursue your dreams. After a few hours, you were walking toward the gate hoping that someone would show up to wave a last goodbye to you but there wasn't until you recognized a familiar figure. It was Mark but there was someone else, Donghyuck.

Why would he show up after you just broke up with him? And before you could realize it, he was hugging you with all his strength but without making you feel uncomfortable, you could feel his tears all over your shoulder. ''Can you just stay with me forever'' You were speechless, no words would come out of your mouth. ''Donghyuck, let her go, her plane is leaving'' That's when you finally saw Mark, his face was weird or maybe it was an unknown expression you didn't know but you could feel him avoiding the situation. Was he hiding something? ''Donghyuck, what kind of boyfriend won't let go of his girlfriend who's about to start a new life'' you asked trying to separate from him, ''me, that's me, I don't want you to leave me believe it or not'' Everyone could tell he was heartbroken, his voice was cracking and his tears were dunking my shirt.

''Donghyuck, let, her, go'' Mark said which surprised us, he wasn't that typical serious guy but this was new. He sounded angry and annoying, you could see some almost invisible tears falling down his cheek. Donghyuck finally let you go but before you turned he grabbed your cheeks with both of his hands and pulled you close, ''If this is our last kiss I'll make you regret going thru that gate'' and both of your lips were together, this kiss was indeed a very passionately one, like if he wouldn't be able to see you again, well, kind off. Your lips were soft but dangerously addicting, it was like poison and the more he leaned to kiss you the more he knew he was gonna suffer. You pushed him back and said waved goodbye to Mark who was clearly awkward and before finally going you whispered Donghyuck, ''Just remember that I will always love you Hyuck'' and you left.

That moment was one of Donghyuck's nightmares, the immediately thought of you never coming back was tormenting him, you were his first everything and you two were inseparable. ''Donghyuck, let's go'' but he just followed him in silence. They both sat down in the car and Donghyuck leaned to the window to watch the views of the city or to think about you, but it was clear what he was doing. The ride back home was awkward and quiet, very quiet. The heartbroken dude would normally blast some music or talk about anything, but not this time. Everyone could see how your leaving was affecting him a lot more than you thought, wouldn't a boyfriend support his lover's decision? But Donghyuck was childish and still wanted whatever he wished for not this time, he couldn't.

[2nd of September, 13:27]

The official first morning without you, Donghyuck still lived with his parents so they could see how upset their son was because of your leave. He woke up very late due to crying all night ''Honey, do you want to eat something'' his mom said when she realised he woke up, ''It's okay mom, I'll do something myself'' But his mom wasn't satisfied with that answer, ''My baby has grown so much that he's experiencing his first break up'' She couldn't help but tease him even if he wasn't in the right mood. ''Mom, stop I'm very sad for real'' Donghyuck said annoyed hoping that his clingy mom would stop it. ''Honey, if you want to vent you have us, okay? You only lost her not us'' And then they both hugged each other, Donghyuck was already kinda rebellious towards his parents but all he needed right now was that comfort coming from her mother.

Today Donghyuck only stayed home, not feeling like doing anything, not even practise his daily hour of guitar, he ignored all the texts his friends sent him but he did saw your Instagram story, you were posing at the airport with your suitcase, but it wasn't your city's one, it was the arrival one. Donghyuck could feel the happiness in your eyes and didn't notice how he was staring at the pic for a couple of minutes already. ''Lee Donghyuck stop looking at that picture, or I'm taking your phone'' His mother discovered what he was up to, she didn't want her own son to look sad so of course she had to. He hid his phone in order to not look at you anymore. Today he felt like it wouldn't end and it was taking a lot of time to become night time. When it finally did he just went back to sleep hoping that it was all a dream.

[9th of September, 16:09]

A week has passed since you left, and Donghyuck returned to his daily routine. Wake up, practise the guitar, hang out with friends, play videogames, do group practise and finally go to bed. He still missed you of course and all his friends could see it from just looking at him. They were all at the garage to practise as a group and as always Donghyuck was distracted again because of his overthinking since you left and Hendery, the drummer, hit his head with his stick to wake him up. ''OUCH DUDE WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM'' He screamed and let out all his accumulated anger which was inside him, ''Wake up, we repeated the song over 10 times you dumbass'' Then he realised how exhausted they were because of him and his thoughts, I mean it was normal but he knew he gotta put you aside.

[30th of September, 19:02]

By now he would already have forgotten about you, right? Well, not exactly. He would not think about you all the time, but every time you were mentioned in a conversation he would have a short stage of depression until he recovered and all over again. Mark also didn't talk that much with him since you left, even if Donghyuck texted him he would either ignore it or say ''Sorry I was busy'' but Donghyuck knew it was because you left, although he didn't know Mark had feelings for you.

[1st of January, 02:02]

New Year, a time of happiness around your family, friends, and lovers. Unfortunately, Donghyuck thought about how when you entered his life always celebrated New Year's by yourselves near the lake. At this point, he knows how much he liked you. How come you are always on his mind? This time Donghyuck was with his family, he doesn't dislike them but having too many people around kinda stressed him so he automatically walked to the lake you two would always go, it was like muscle memory.

When he arrived he expected you to be there with him, like a clique movie. But of course you didn't, he sat down on the grass watching the bright moon under him. He opened Instagram to see what you were up to and clicked on your stories. It was a group mirror selfie with some of your new friends with the text ''Happy New Year ❤️️'' Donghyuck wanted to text you Happy New Year too but since September you both decided to not talk to not make it awkward, you two didn't even end up as friends so for Donghyuck it was already over and needed to move on. That's right, his New Year resolution was to get over you.

[6th of June, 15:11]

On a scale of 1 to 10, he would be half over you, it was great progress, but the thing was for that to happen he needed to overwork himself which resulted in too much stress for him to be able to control it. Jeno, NCT's bassist, was the one who always took care of him when it happened because when he was sick his fever would go high and then have constant dizziness. And today was his birthday, his first one without you on his side, today he wanted to practise, a lot more than usual but then Jeno noticed and told everyone in the group about Donghyuck's condition they made him not go to practise and rest. He spent the rest of the day on his bed and when it was nighttime his friends came to celebrate while he was laying on bed, not the best experience but neither the worst.

[4th of August, 09:41]

Almost a year has passed since you left, Donghyuck knew at this point how much time has passed and wouldn’t be weird of he still didn’t miss your touch, face, and everything he could imagine of. Today Mark texted him.

Mark: hey dude, do you still have any photos of y/n? If you do could you send it to me?

He didn’t expext that, Mark didn’t talked with him that much, in fact, since you left they only talked 6 times.

Donghyuck: why?

To be honest, he knew why. It was probably for your birthday which was next week and wanted to make a gift with it

Mark: for her birthday dude

Donghyuck was feeling kinda jealous because it probably meant that Mark and you still had contact and not him.

Donghyuck: do you two keep contact?

He went straight for it.

Mark: yea why? We shouldn’t?

Donghyuck: lets meet

Mark: rn?

Donghyuck: yea yk where

But in reality, he wasn't sure why he wanted to meet, maybe he would beat the crap out of Mark, or maybe he would have an old small talk with him. The place where he wanted to meet was the park where you, Mark, and he used to go whenever you three hang out. When Donghyuck arrived, Mark was already there but he changed, he dyed his hair blond and grew it, he also had an eyebrow piercing and his fashion style changed. Mark was the typical good boy and since Donghyuck haven’t seen him in so long he didn’t expect that. “hey Mark, since when do you smoke?” Mark wasn’t ashamed of smoking in public, instead, he was a gangster-like dude. “Just happened to be so, why did you wanna meet tho” his speech form didn’t change, which made Donghyuck a little more comfortable.

“Yo relax, I just arrived, we have plenty of time, also happy late birthday'' Mark thanked him since he didn't text him. Those two sat down on the nearest bench there was. ''So if you guessed, it's about y/n''−''Yea I guessed it''. ''Do you keep in contact with her?'' Mark knew what he wanted to ask him, it was pretty obvious. ''Yea, we talk sometimes, you don't right?'' he was right. Donghyuck and you were complete strangers at this point. ''So what do you want me to do? Tell her you miss her? That would make you such a pussy to be honest'' Donghyuck's life consisted of trying not to think about you at this point. ''Have you ever experienced a really hurtful breakup, Mark?'' He tried to attack because he knew Mark didn't do relationships, nobody knew why but everyone let him be. ''No, but if I ever do I wouldn't be a crybaby like you'' Well Mark maybe has already a crush on someone or he really isn't interested in dating. ''By the way, how's your romantic life going? As you see mines going downhill dude'' Everyone would be interested in someone's love life, right? ''I think you know I'm not interested in dating, but my mind might be changing you know?'' That was surprising, did he find someone? ''Damn Mark, go ahead before someone steals them''. The conversation kept going for hours until they realised it was time to go back to their homes, it has been a long time since they had a real conversation so it was a very pleasing time.

[13th of August, 00:01]

Today was your birthday, that's the first thing Donghyuck thought when he saw the hour, that was the first birthday that you two didn't spend together. He was tucked in his bed when he heard someone scream happy birthday, right, today was Jaemin's birthday, one of his roommates. To not think about you anymore he decided to have some fun there too, ''Hey Jaem, happy birthday'' He said while stealing a piece of fried chicken, ''Thanks Donghyuck, where's my gift tho'' ''motherfucker, you want a kiss or something?'' The 4 roommates drank to celebrate it and ended when everyone dozed off, probably like 5AM but at least Donghyuck didn't think about you as much as he expected to.

[2 years later, 20th of December]

Donghyuck surely moved on but there was still a small part of him missing you, or a big part, or half but he still didn't date anyone neither put interest in other girls, his friends joked about you leaving a trauma in him and turned gay or something but he didn't care at all. Donghyuck didn't overwork himself anymore which was a relief for everyone. Mark and him talk more than they used to since you left and Donghyuck got used to his new self.

It was almost Christmas time and his parents wanted to go out for vacation and decided to go to the city you were in, they asked his son if he wanted to go too. He spent all this morning thinking about the decision. If he went, he surely would go and see you but he wouldn't want to leave if so, wouldn't it be easier for both of you if he just stayed in his city? And of course his decision was to not go, he was almost over you so it was the most reasonable reason he could find.

[3 months before you cameback, 29th of March]

You told Mark you were coming back because of the 'failure' you were having in your new life, he sounded very excited and quickly told everyone he was close with, including Donghyuck. When Mark first told him he thought it was some kind of joke but it turned out to be true. Since then he would be dreaming of the moment he meets you, what should he say? When will it be? And most importantly, would you still love him?.

Thanks for reading everyone and would appreciate reblog or follow♡♡ (and I'm so sorry if the ending is a bit lazy TT)

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[mercury-crux]

Limited Life Incorrect Quotes

Pearl: I know this isn’t going to end well and I don’t care. So don’t you try and stop me, Martyn! Martyn: I wasn’t stopping you. I was asking if you had a spare camera so I can record this.

Cleo: Why aren’t you sleeping? Scar: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Cleo. Cleo: Scar: …The nightmares. Cleo: wrapping their arms around Scar Awwww, sweetie-

Grian: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Martyn meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

Martyn: Life could be worse, BigB. BigB: Life could be a lot better too!

Bdubs: Hey, Cleo! Did you know your my BFFLWYLION? Cleo: What the hell is that supposed to mean? Bdubs: Best Friend For Life Whether You Like It Or Not. Cleo: Cleo: That’s one way to say it, I guess…

Impulse: Hey, Scott? Can I get some dating advice? Scott: Just because I'm with Martyn doesn't mean I know how I did it.

Scott: Hey, can you do me a favor? Martyn: Sorry, I have to go do literally anything other than this. Scott: You don’t even have a legitimate reason? Martyn: Oh, no, I do. Scott: Well, what is it? Martyn: You see, I simply don’t give a fuck.

Martyn: Question, how difficult would it be to bowl in a bee suit? BigB: Not that hard, I don't think, as long as you can move. Scar: I'd assume as hard as it is to bowl in a maid outfit. Scar: Wouldn't be any harder, but you'd get some WEIRD looks. Grian: Are. Are you speaking from experience. Scar: No! Scar: Scar: ….Maybe.

BigB: Did you ever have like a pet run away and find it or anything? Jimmy: I had a lizard that I burnt.

BigB, digging their grave: Long story short, this is my grave…….Want me to make you one too?

Skizz: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”

Grian: Did you take out Martyn as I requested? Joel: Martyn has been taken out, yes. Grian: You have my grat- Joel: It was a great restaurant. Joel: We had a romantic candlelit dinner. Joel: Martyn proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

Joel: I’m quick at math. Jimmy: Ok, what’s 38 times 76? Joel: 24. Jimmy: That wasn’t even close. Joel: But it was quick.

Bdubs: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Grian: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

Cleo: Are you laughing at that video of Pearl and Jimmy fighting? Etho: No. Etho: I'm laughing at the comments.

Scar: I have a bad feeling about this… Grian: What do you mean? Scar: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble? Grian: No? Jimmy: That actually explains so much.

Joel: Hey, are you okay? Pearl: Yeah. Joel: You don't look okay… Pearl: Then stop looking.

Martyn: Ah shit, I forgot. Joel: Forgot what? Martyn: How do you expect me to answer that?

Pearl: I can be your partner for the next race. Cleo: Sorry, Pearl. It's a sibling race. Bdubs: Maybe there's a contest for lonely children after this. Cleo: It's only children, Bdubs. A lonely child is what you're gonna be when I sell you!

Cleo: I hate to tell you this, but one of you was adopted. Bdubs & Scar: Bdubs: Only one…?

BigB, at Cleo’s funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. leaves BigB, leaning over Cleo’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Cleo, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Bdubs: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us. Etho: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this: Etho: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."

Joel and Grian's house is on fire, but they don't know it Joel: Damn, it's hot in here. Grian: I know, it's so hot there's smoke coming out of the vent! Joel: Joel: First of all, I'm assuming you have no idea what the problem with that statement is. Grian: What? Joel: Second of all, we need to get the fuck out of here, NOW.

Cleo: You can’t have a gun on stage! Tango: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.

BigB: Hey, do you know the password to Cleo’s computer? Pearl: Fuck you, BigB. BigB: Hey!! Pearl: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouBigB". BigB: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Bdubs: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am. Impulse: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

Cleo: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird? Scar: Yes, and that’s coming from me.

Bdubs: You’re giving me a sticker? Cleo: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!” Bdubs: I’m not a preschooler. Cleo: Fine, I’ll take it back- Bdubs: I earned this, back off!

Scott: Do you want to play 20 Questions? Etho: Sure! Etho: Whats your favorite color? Scott, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

Tango: Would you rather kill Pearl, or— Scott: Yes, kill them. Tango: I didn’t say the other thing— Scott: I don’t need to hear it. Pearl: …I’m feeling a little unsafe.

Cleo: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

Etho: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Skizz: Even better! Etho: What the fuck did you- Skizz: holding up a chicken Her name is Fluffy.

Pearl: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset? Jimmy: No, I said "Pearl, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

Impulse: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Skizz: You and me! Impulse: tearing up Ok.

Cleo: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avacodos get six. Scar, coming back from the store with six cartons of milk: They had avacados!

BigB: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Jimmy, rushing in: BigB! Pearl tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

Scott: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? Martyn: wHat? Scott: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved. Martyn: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

Tango: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable… …and also assault with a deadly weapon.

Tango: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! Scar: Um…Neat. later Scar, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," BigB. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid. BigB, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Scar. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Grian confessed their love for me? Scar: Didn't you thank them? BigB: closes the book and looks at the ceiling I fucking thanked them.

Grian: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses. BigB: This knife is actually a magic wand. Bdubs: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel. Cleo: cocks gun Magic missile. Skizz: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

Pearl: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Tango, Scott, Grian, and Etho: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

Joel: Cleo doesn’t look very happy. Grian: That's their happy. They're just a bitch.

BigB: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them? Pearl: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them. BigB: Okay yeah thanks Pearl, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

Joel: I’m here for the cult stuff. BigB: How did you find us? Joel: I saw your ad on craigslist.

Tango: All right, y'all! Let's take a vote! Grian: A secret vote. Everyone close your eyes. the Squad closes their eyes Skizz: We don't see the result! Grian: Well, just say your vote out loud. Jimmy: Won't we recognize each other's voices? Joel: Tango has a point.

Pearl: Did you miss me while I was gone? Scott: You were gone?

Skizz: That was so hot, Tango. Tango: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Skizz: I'm so in love with you.

Joel: Do you guys want to see a butterfly? Etho: Ooh, yes please! Pearl, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug! Joel: It's not a bug though… Pearl: … Etho: … Pearl: Well I still don't want to see. Etho, realizing: Please don't throw- Joel: Whee! throws a stick of butter

Joel: chokes on something Jimmy: Jeez, Joel, don't die on us. Joel: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!

Grian: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. Grian: I will not yield.

Pearl: We’re about to do the taser challenge. You want in? Tango: What's the taser challenge? BigB: We tase eachother, then drink. Tango: How do you win? Pearl: What are you, a lawyer? You want in or not?

Tango: Is this mistletoe? Etho: Uh, no, no, that is basil. Tango: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you. Etho: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Tango: What do you call a dictionary on drugs? BigB: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you. Tango: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better. BigB: …

Bdubs and Cleo are planning to break in somewhere Bdubs: We need to distract the guards. Cleo: Right. Bdubs: What are we gonna do? Cleo: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. Bdubs: Cleo: Bdubs: Deal.

BigB: Scar has no survival skills, their need to win has replaced them. Etho: That can't be true! BigB: Watch this. BigB: Hey Scar, race you to the bottom of the stairs! Scar: Throws themself out a window

Pearl: Jimmy is off at an appointment, so while they’re gone, I’m going to cut the sleeves off all of my shirts. BigB: Why? Pearl: They’re like 90 of my impulse control.

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[harrywavycurly]

Hey Sarah can we get like just random little conversation between Eddie and the reader?

Hiii babes! So wasn’t sure if you wanted a text conversation or not so I kinda gave you a list of random conversations the two of you have had! Enjoy💖

*if you want random texts I can do that as well just let me know lol*

“When’s the last time you washed your vest? And don’t lie because I just hugged you.” “It’s been a few days…or weeks? Is it that bad?”

“Sweetheart have you seen my sweat-” “sweatshirt? Nope haven’t seen it. Have no clue where it’s at and before you ask, no this isn’t yours it just looks a lot like yours but it’s totally mine.”

“I’m not trying to argue with you Princess but you’re wrong.” “I’m not wrong? Nightmare on Elm Street isn’t the greatest horror movie it’s good but the greatest? Absolutely not. You just like the weird shit Freddy says.”

“Don’t bother coming in here if you don’t have food.” “Baby you’re in the bath why…why would you need food?”

“Why are you reading about vampire sex when you have an actual fiancé you can have sexy time with?” “Because you just called it sexy time. Now excuse me I have two more chapters left, do you mind?” “Sexy time when you’re done then?” “Call it sexy time one more time Munson and you’re getting locked out of the bedroom.”

“Freddy told me you left him outside after your walk around the neighborhood this morning.” “What? I’d never. I’m an excellent cat dad.” “So why was he on the porch when I got home from work today?” “Oh fuck…”

“Did you eat the last brownie?” “I’d never disrespect you like that princess. It was Wayne.” “Oh did he like it? I should make him some this weekend.” “So if Wayne eats the last brownie it’s fine but if I eat it then I have to sleep on the couch? What the hell?” “Yeah because you know better. Wayne is a guest. Duh.”

“Baby someone keeps stealing our pumpkin off our steps.” “I bet it’s those damn asshole kids who live behind us.” “If they do it again I’m gonna go tell them something.” “I don’t know Eddie, if you go over and tell them something I’m gonna have to go as your backup aren’t I?” “Well yeah…I talk the shit you like…bring the heat. That’s how we roll.”

“Did you tell Robin you can dress how you want because you have a fiancé that can fight?” “I mean yes. You’ve gotten in more fights than anyone else I know Princess.” “Is this about you wearing crop tops? I will fully punch someone in the face if they say anything about you in them.” “See! That’s my baby! Ready to fight for me.” “You’re so annoying.”

“Why does Jason wear a hockey mask?” “Why are you asking me baby? I might love the horror genre but I didn’t write the movies.” “Come closer so I can smack you Munson.” “Ohhhh feeling violent tonight are we princess?”

#eddie munson x reader #fiancé eddie munson #eddie munson request #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson concept #eddie munson blurb #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

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Happy 1 Million Views to the Video That Broke Me

This is a repost of something I wrote over on my Cohost, but I figured a year later it should also probably live on the domain I pay money to have. Better late than never!

This is the most successful piece of content I have ever created. At one million views it is the thing I've made that people have seen the most. It is the thing that the most people have seen my name attached to. And it's total trash.

It's 2017 and we're a week or so out from the release of Sonic Mania, a game that I'm, at that point, pretty damn excited for. A kindly poster from the Something Awful forums (that I have known from many forums previous) poses a challenge: be the first to beat his short kaizo Sonic the Hedgehog 2 ROM hack and he'll gift you a copy of Sonic Mania on Steam when it comes out.

I was already getting the game on PS4 but I figured whatever, everyone else seems to be having trouble with it, I'm bored, I got nothing better to do, I'll give it a shot. I load up KEGA Fusion, start a low bitrate and resolution OBS recording because it'll probably take a few hours and who cares it's a forum contest verification video, and get to work. A hour and half-ish goes by and I'm finished with the hack. I upload the video to YouTube, post it in the thread, win my free copy of Sonic Mania, and that's the end of the story. Thanks for reading.

Except of course it's not the end of the story. A few months after I got done thoroughly enjoying Sonic Mania, I realized that I'd been getting a weird amount of new subscriber emails from YouTube. I decided to actually look at my metrics and noticed a uh, highly localized spike of activity. Give you one guess on which video (hint: it's the one this post is about). "The Algorithm" had suddenly taken it and was running away with it at lightning speed.

In the timespan between posting the video and this spike, YouTube had announced they were drastically raising the bar on the metrics you needed to hit to have your channel monetized. I was by no means a large YouTuber at the time, but I was meeting the old requirements for monetization just fine. I wasn't anywhere near meeting the new requirements until now and this video was blowing the hell up for whatever reason, so I decided to do what any good opportunist would do and made it an unwatchable experience.

I set the ad frequency on that thing to the maximum that it'd let me. I forget exactly how frequent that was but it was something absurd like an ad every 5 minutes. Maybe even more than that. I figured I'd either get rich or maybe it would make people stop watching and leaving the worst comments in the world. Seriously the comments on this thing are their own nightmare, a bizarre soup of people ascribing meaning to nothing, trying to suss out emotions where there are none, saying complete gibberish, I'd need an entire second post to unpack whatever the hell is going on there.

Well, I wouldn't quite say I got rich. The money you get off what most people would conventionally call a popular YouTube video is just not much in the grand scheme of things. But holy shit they didn't stop watching. If anything they were watching more. Why didn't they stop watching? This video was less than nothing. It was an ordeal to watch all the way through. Why were they doing this? Why was the algorithm showing this to everyone? Why this and not one of the things I put effort into or something that was at least meant to be entertaining at all? I didn't have the answers and I still don't.

Before this I personally wasn't lamenting the possibility of losing monetization on my channel as up until this point I had made around $40 total on YouTube in the decade or so I'd had a channel. But I had been spending a lot that time watching friends with channels around the size of mine who were actively hustling to, and unfortunately failing to, meet the new hurdle. They were putting out some really good shit. Way better than my stuff, frankly. And here I was getting launched to the finish line by... a throwaway, blurry, hour and a half long, commentary-free, save state abusing playthrough of a crummy Sonic ROM hack? That I had made as a means to a completely separate end?? That got promoted by a computer program for seemingly no reason???

It felt shitty. One of the friends I mentioned in that last paragraph was my longtime friend Fotts who was in the middle of getting their (sadly now dormant) series TAS Force off the ground. They were constantly tweeting about the ordeal of trying to meet the new monetization requirements and it was a damn shame because they were putting in a ton of effort and it was great. The kind of thing I'd watch even if I wasn't friends with anyone on it. It was a million times funnier than anything I was doing, and the complete opposite of my shitty contest video. If there was any justice in this world the views I was getting on this dumpster fire would be going to them. But as it turns out, there is no justice online.

I recalled a conversation I had with them a few years back while they, I, and a group of about 7 or so other friends were all wandering around an Orlando Wal-Mart wearing identical black t-shirts that read "MARVEL CAN SUCK MY COCK" in big block letters (long story). They had actually kind of gone through this sort of thing before. See, they're the uploader and one of the voices of this video you may or may not have seen with 6.5+ million views on it.

They lamented to me many of the laments I was currently lamenting. "This was just a stupid throwaway thing", "why is this so much more popular than the stuff I put effort into", "it's just me making PaRappa the Rapper say the word 'Chinese' over and over". Ok maybe that last one was a bit more specific to them. Anyway, I responded with (and I admit a lot of the reason I felt this way was because I thought and still think the video is funny) something along the lines of "you can't pick what hits for people, it might have been throwaway but at the end of the day you posted it because you thought it was at least a little bit funny, try and focus on the fact that you have a popular video at all rather than the fact it's not one of the videos you're particularly proud of".

But yeah damn turns out that advice is easier said than done when it happens to you, and it's even harder done when it happens to a factually not entertaining video. One you could have uploaded as unlisted and achieved your intended result with. The runaway success of this thing genuinely broke me on this whole "Internet" deal.

I should stress I mean this in a good way. I realized that it's not so much that you can't pick what hits for people, it's that you physically cannot pick what gets put in front of people. The people cannot pick what hits for them. A computer does. You can try and promote and affect what gets seen in your own small sphere of influence, but ultimately we are, on YouTube and on all of our social platforms, at the mercy of a black box of computer programs that I'm not even sure the people who created them understand anymore. I'd obviously known this on some level prior to this video existing, but bearing witness to it all happening firsthand to this video in particular was another thing entirely. Anything prior that I had achieved marginally similar success with (there were a couple that had broken 100k) was meant to be entertaining. It was meant for people to watch and go "I liked that", not for one guy on a forum to see and go "good work solving my maze Superman". I could classify the success as "neat, people liked that one" in my brain. This defied classification.

The only logical conclusion was that it truly didn't matter what I uploaded. It's all decided by a random machine picking things at random to serve random amounts of people, and the people click on it and watch it simply because it is there. You can poke at the machine, prod at the machine, try to guess what the machine likes, try to iterate on something the machine has previously demonstrated that it likes. It's all an effort to get the machine to put it in front of the people who will click it because it is there. That's what all the bigger capital-C Content Creators do. From the high level stuff of "what kind of things do I upload" to the low level minutia of "how many curse words can I say in the first minute", making it Big On Line in any capacity is about trying to appease an unknowable mechanical entity and nothing else. It's either that or you're "old money" in a sense, established before this all became the case.

And again, the bigger names do this. Entire companies do this. If I were "smart" I would have pivoted my entire YouTube channel to nothing but hour and a half long commentary-free bullshit hard ROM hack playthroughs. Maybe another one would hit like this did. But for the life of me I could not and cannot think of anything more soul crushing.

I wouldn't say I had aspirations to be a Big Time YouTube Man, but at that time I would have maybe liked to be a Moderate Size YouTube Man. Or a moderate size Twitch man. Someone who had people watching but was still able to have fun with it and do his own thing. This newfound realization that it was truly a random lottery, even beyond the random lottery that most of human life is, that becoming any size bigger than Small Time was literally decided by an actual factual random number generator, freed me from the desire to do anything that I didn't want to do. If actively chasing success on these modern, algorithmically-driven platforms, actively going after "Kaizo Sonic 2 Full Run" numbers, meant putting aside the things I like and reinventing myself and the things I do down to the minute details in order to appease a literal ghost beyond anyone's understanding or control that changes what it's looking for on a whim, then I did not want to do that. I did not want to keep a timer for when I could talk normal, I did not want to announce my streams on Twitter with the link in a separate reply one day, in an embedded image the next, and in my display name the next. If there is absolutely one thing I do not want to do in my life, it's dance for a robot.

But the most freeing thing about realizing this is that it also meant if I just kept doing stuff I liked, maybe, someday, I could get lucky enough to where the unknowable internet robot would push that in front of a million or so people. In the grand scheme of things it's about an equal chance of that happening on something I like and am proud of versus something I made in a desperate cloying attempt to placate an algorithm.

Anyway damn this got long and rambly sorry about that lol. This was initially meant to just be a little toast to the 5 year-ish anniversary of me fully becoming an Internet nihilist. Remember folks, it's meaningless to chase success in an algorithm dominated landscape. In the words of a certain extremely Normal-type man, "real life isn't all just being true to yourself", but I reject the notion that the Internet is not or should not be, in spite of the legion of ghouls and freaks at the top of the chain actively trying to make that the case every day.

Be true to yourself. Do what you love, make what you love, post what you love, and maybe if you're lucky a computer somewhere will decide it's your turn, because that's the single deciding factor in all of this. In the mean time, you'll end up slowly and naturally surrounding yourself with cool people who get you, if only a little bit. At least that's what's happened for me so far. I've been pretty alright with it.

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Maniac (Fanfic)

Pinocchio is in his room writing down a few things in a notebook, this is something important, and had to think about hard how he is going to do it but unfortunately, his concentration is broken.

“Pinocchio, Pinocchio please let us out” A voice came from inside the black box, it was Carlo.

“Yes we promise we aren’t mad at Geppetto anymore, please just let us out” Now Romeo was the one speaking.

“No,” Pinocchio said bluntly, “I know you guys are lying”

“We aren’t lying” Carlo was begging him, it was already hard being inside when he was alone, it was worse now that Romeo was stuck with him, “Come on we are brothers right? We can do fun stuff as brothers if you let us out”

“Mmmm” Pinocchio was thinking about it, he would like to spend some proper time with his brother.

“I can be like your brother too Pinocchio, we can do so many fun things together” Romeo was also desperate to get out.

“When the two of you stop being mad, we can do stuff together” Pinocchio knows that if he lets them out now they will yell at his father or worse and he can’t let anyone be mean to his father.

Romeo took a deep breath, “We are not mad-“

“LET US OUT RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKING PSYCHO” Carlo was so done with this, he started banging the box with force again trying to break it.

Pinocchio let Carlo bang the box and curse at him until he got tired, ignoring him while he continued to write in his notebook.

“Great job Carlo”

“Oh shut up Romeo”

They almost had him but Carlo had to scream at him, it’s not like they are specifically mad at him, at least he had good intentions when he shoved Romeo inside, they are more mad at Geppetto than anything but being inside here it’s a nightmare.

“What are you writing?” Carlo wanted to distract himself and he could hear from the box that his brother was writing something and that’s great because he was sick of hearing Pinocchio do his little experiments.

“My plan to make everything better”

——📘——

Step 1: Collect a TON of Ergo, killing is fun that’s easy. /)/) ( . .) ( づ✄

Step 2: Have father make two P organs ♡⚙︎♡ for my brother and Romeo, and give the spare Ergo to them.

(Why didn't father think about that before?)

Step 3: Find a BETTER cure for Lady Antonia (She can’t die (◞‸◟ㆀ) )

-Giangio is acting weird maybe he needs persuasion to make the cure better.

Step 4: Beat Simon (Father will call me a good boy (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ)

Step 5: Fix father

After that, we can be a happy family!!

Yay ૮ ˶′ﻌ ‵˶ ა

——📘——

At least Carlo and Romeo can’t deny that they are grateful that Pinocchio is planning on helping them.

“We can help you Pinocchio, we are good at fighting we can help you collect all that Ergo” Carlo said.

“But I like killing I don’t to share it” Pinocchio stood up and attached Gemini to his belt, who had been hearing the entire conversation but knew better than to talk with Pinocchio when he is scheming in his room.

“I’ll be back, I promise everything is going to work out just fine” Pinocchio was patting with care the top of the box trying to show affection, and for a second Pinocchio again almost thought about opening the box.

“OPEN THIS DAMN BOX RIGHT NOW!” Romeo yells this time, one moment he is fighting who he thinks is Carlo, and then he passes out. The next he was forcefully shoved inside here. His limbs feel so numb and he can’t imagine how Carlo’s body feels since he has been here for longer.

Pinocchio patted the box again, “I’m gonna miss the two of you while I’m gone” He won’t be gone for long but he loves spending time with them.

With that said, Pinocchio left his room, leaving the two of them alone.

“Great job Romeo”

“Shut up Carlo”

“Do you know how annoying it is that you are on top of me?”

“Last time it wasn’t annoying~”

“Not now you moron”

Maybe they should start talking about old memories to pass the time because they are going to be stuck here for a while.

——

Pinocchio was at the Barren Swamp, killing as many carcasses and puppets as he could. But he decided to take a small break to talk to his friend.

“Hello my only friend” The broken puppet was looking at him, he was happy, Pinocchio taught him how to be happy, “Have you come to teach me something?“

Pinocchio nodded enthusiastically, he wanted to show his friend something very special. So he lured in one of the carcasses that were in the swamp and shoved it inside the water, then he proceeded to use his legion arm to electrify it, the voltage was extremely high, and the carcass was twitching in pain and screaming even worse than usual, moving its body in all directions trying to desperately escape the pain, but it was unable to, the shook making it too confused, too in pain to even try to save itself.

“That is called agony” Pinocchio had a grin on his face, he loved teaching his friend new things.

“Agony is something bad… but I am thankful that you taught me this lesson” The broken puppet is smiling on the inside as he is unable to on the outside, being thankful, that’s also something Pinocchio taught him about. Sometimes he teaches him strange things like this, but all learning is good learning!

Pinocchio was so happy about his new friend, each day he met new faces, and things became even better. Maybe his father can fix his new friend but for now, he has to continue his mission.

He keeps collecting the Ergo, it’s a little strange how all of these puppets and creatures seem to be endless, it’s almost as if they re-appear each time he touches a stargazer, but the more Ergo he gets, the better it will be for his brother and Romeo.

Although Pinocchio starts getting tired of collecting Ergo at the swamp, the terrain is awful and he is all dirty now. But that last part is good, his father could give him a nice relaxing bath. But that little break will have to wait, in the meantime he decides to go back to Elysion Boulevard and collect more Ergo there.

—-

“Thanks Pal”

Pinocchio found a toy store in Elysion Boulevard and went inside, he found miniature doll sets and started grabbing what he could find for Gemini, he is his best first after all, and deserves only the best.

“Do you want this house? You can have it in my room and you can live there”

Gemini can get outside of his cage as he is a little cricket puppet not just a lamp that talks and he would love to have a home, it can be a little boring to be in his cage all the time.

“Maybe you should take another break pal, we have been here for hours” Gemini wonders how Pinocchio isn’t exhausted from destroying all those puppets for that many hours straight.

“But I need more Ergo” In truth, Pinocchio doesn’t know how much Ergo he needs but it must be a ridiculously high amount. Although he already can’t count the number of Ergo he currently has, but he should listen to Gemini and take a break.

He sits down on a chair of what was once a restaurant, setting Gemini on the table who comes outside of his cage. Gemini has had a lot of mixed feelings lately, Pinocchio is a good boy just as everyone says, and he is going above and beyond to help the ones he cares for.

On the other hand, he has become even more sadistic lately.

When he defeated that clown puppet the boy decided to crucify it in front of the Opera House; back at the grand exhibition he trapped a bunch of puppets in a room, threw gasoline at them, and lit them on fire; and the cathedral is now filled with carcasses hanging from the roof.

As usual, he barely listens to him, Pinocchio only listens to his father who has told him to stop doing a few things and Pinocchio has stopped because his father said so. But Geppetto isn’t restricting him in everything he does, Gemini wonders if Geppetto is scared because Pinocchio knows his secret. He won’t tell anyone what Geppetto did, he knows that Pinocchio cares too much about his father and he doesn’t want to upset him.

Pinocchio extends his hand to Gemini and begins to gently pat his little head. He looks so tired like he is about to pass out at any moment. Counting the time spent at the swamp and the time spent here it has been out for more than 12 hours.

“Go and get some rest Pinocchio” Gemini was worried about him, his eye color changed and he began to glow a tone of light blue, indicating how he was feeling.

Pinocchio was too tired to run back to the stargazer so he grabbed Sophia’s pocket watch and decided to activate it instead.

—-

Once inside Hotel Krat, it was extremely late, everyone was already asleep but Geppetto, who had been waiting for his son.

Geppetto gave his son a warm bath, then his son took him to his room.

“Yes that should work perfectly” Why didn’t Geppetto think about that? Just making more P organs? Geppetto played with his son’s hair, “You are so smart son”

Now he doesn’t need to remove Pinocchio’s heart at all, this will work even better.

Pinocchio yawned, he was so exhausted and he was already in his pajamas, Geppetto was about to leave so that his son could sleep but Pinocchio grabbed his hand a little too forcefully.

“Sleep here with us, pretty pleaseeee”

Us. Geppetto could tell that Carlo and Romeo were already asleep since he could hear faint snoring noises coming from inside the box. Gemini was already asleep inside his new home. Geppetto didn’t see how that was a bad idea so he changed clothes and laid in bed next to his son.

As soon as Geppetto was in bed Pinocchio hugged him with force.

“I would have given you my heart” Pinocchio whispers directly into his father’s ear.

Geppetto feels shivers going down his spine.

“Anything for you Father” Pinocchio is snuggling closer to him, “I love you so much”

“I love you too son” he isn’t lying, even if he is a little afraid of him sometimes.

——

The next day early in the morning, Pinocchio was in Venigni works, he had asked Venigni and his father about the layout of the place and how certain machines worked, they thought that he was asking out of curiosity.

But it was more than that.

Pinocchio was pressing buttons from a panel left and right and after inserting a key in the device and turning it, the sound of heavy machinery began to resonate all over the factory.

“Gemini behold” Pinocchio had a twisted grin on his face as he pulled a leaver, the last thing he needed, now the machine was ready.

The manufacturing line began to run, new simple puppets were being made, the ones without features that can already be found inside the factory, although because the machine was in full force most were having issues like missing a limb here and there but the design didn’t matter, what mattered is that all puppets hold Ergo inside of them. Instead of those puppets being released to attack like Fueoco was doing, the assembly line was taking them somewhere else, directly into the Factory’s furnace. Being made only to be destroyed.

Pinocchio sat down on the edge of a platform, waving his feet in the air, he was so delighted that his idea had worked. He watched as the puppets were burned alive and the Ergo floated into the air, directly into his heart.

“That’s… really clever buddy” Gemini saw as the puppets were melting inside that furnace, the room was hot but at least they were high enough that the heat wouldn’t affect them.

“I’m so smart like my father” Pinocchio was so proud of himself, maybe when this is all over he can work here with his father.

Sure, eventually the factory will run out of Ergo for the puppets but Mr. Venigni said that they had enough Ergo supply of at least 5 years and Pinocchio is super positive that he won’t need to wait that long to collect the remaining Ergo he needs. ——

The two P organs were being made, Pinocchio managed to collect that ridiculous amount of Ergo all in a day and even had enough to spare.

Pinocchio can tell others at Hotel Krat are a little suspicious of him and his father’s activities but they don’t question the things he does anymore.

Right now he is in the Hotel Garden, testing some of his new fun ideas. He grabbed a few chemicals from when he was at the factory and was seeing their effects, writing down a few things in his notebook knowing what worked best, and by worked best he means what causes the most pain. Pinocchio tends to grab random puppets or carcasses from outside and bring them in to test his theories, the others have told him it’s dangerous and to not do that but he has everything under control and his father hasn’t told him he can’t do it so that mean he is allowed to.

Everyone but Geppetto was watching from afar at what the boy was doing and needless to say they were not happy about it.

“I don’t know how he got that sulfuric acid, it was supposed to be locked away” Venigni knows that Pinocchio must have ignored all the warning labels and broken the lock of the place that held them.

“You really believe a lock was going to stop him?” Eugénie said as she watched Pinocchio throw the acid at a carcass. “At the very least he is wearing proper protection”

Pinocchio was wearing special gloves, a face mask, and face goggles to prevent the chemicals from affecting him. But it looks like he wasn’t being too careful because they saw him grabbing a bottle of bleach.

For the first time, Venigni physically stopped him from doing something, running to grab Pinocchio’s hand.

“Stop it!”

“Mmm, what did I do?” Pinocchio genuinely didn’t understand what he was doing wrong so Venigni had to explain how mixing those chemicals will make a toxic gas.

Pinocchio was quiet for a few seconds processing what he was hearing.

“So that means that if I throw it at-“

“No, no, no!” Venigni had never reprimanded Pinocchio like this before but this was something he couldn't ignore, “That’s bad, don’t do it”

He was at his limit, he loved Pinocchio, and he sees him as family despite the short time they had spent together but this was too much.

Pinocchio could tell that his uncle Venigni was in distress about what he was doing, so he should stop. He hugs his uncle and apologizes to him for upsetting him.

Venigni smiles, he did it, he finally managed for Pinocchio to listen to him, but his small victory is short-lived as he feels Pinocchio dig his fingernails into him, hugging him with even more force.

“I have better ways to make them suffer”

Pinocchio turned to kill the last remaining carcass he had brought, stabbing it over and over with an axe, Pinocchio was dirty again from that disgusting liquid those things produced; he gave Venigni a warm smile and got closer to him again, tip-toeing so he can be at as level as he patted his head, Venigni getting stained as well.

The boy started humming as he made his way to the stargazer, ready to go outside again.

His plan and his fun were just starting after all.

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too #lies of p geppetto #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p carlo #lies of p romeo #lies of p gemini #lies of p venigni #lies of p eugenie

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**NINJAGO DRAGONS RISING EPISODES 1-10 SPOILERS, BEWARE**

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, I WILL BE RANTING ABOUT EACH EPISODE AND IF YOU CLICK THAT KEEP READING BUTTON IT WILL NOT BE MY FAULT IF YOU GET SPOILED!!!!

-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-

OKAY SO I JUST WATCHED THE FIRST 10 EPISODES IN ENGLISH AND IM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW

MAN I LOVED IT SO SO FREAKIN MUCH LIKE JUST WHAT???MWHT??, XJAOSHDJW AND THE WRITING IS MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED

AND DID WE JUST SEE THE GECKLES, MUNCE AND MERLOPIANS???? MY GOD

THE RACE??? THAT ONE RUDE GIRL'S NAME BEING KREEL??? NINJAGO NAMES ARE GETTING WEIRDER BY THE DAY

LOBBO MY BABY, HE'S EVERYTHING <3

CROSSROADS CARNIVAL??I WANNA GO THERE I WANNA FUCKING GO

ARIN KNOWING HOW TO BAKE PIES? MAKE ME ONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

LOYD TRAINING ARIN AND SORA AJSHDKAUWHRHD AND THEM SNEAKING OUT AND HIM BEING LIKE "yeah we'd definitely do that to wu lolz"

THAT FUCKING MAGICIAN GUY'S NAME IS DORAMA, AND I LOVE HOW LLOYD, ARIN AND SORA WERE SCARED OF THAT NIGHTMARE-INDUCING PUPPET

AND THAT SPINJITZU BURST THING FROM LLOYD TURNED OUT TO BE AN OVERDRIVE TO HIS POWERS FROM THAT HUGE DRAGON MATRIACH? GAH DAMM

AND THE FLASHBACK WHERE HE HUGGED KAI SJKSHDJSJS

AND SORA CANONICALLY SINGS WHEN SHES DOING SOMETHING, LOUDLY TOO? SAME SORA SAME

AND AHHHHHH LLOYD REUNITING WITH NYA AGAIN GB OF THE RGB <333

NYA ASKING ABOUT JAY AND GETTING SAD WHEN THEY TOLD HER HE WASNT WITH THEM OM-

AND THEY THOUGHT KAI WAS DEAD AND IN THE END HE WASN'T, YET FUCKED UP AND BROUGHT SOME DRAGONS TO THE CRAGLING VILLAGE (kai you loveable stupid idiot)

AND THE RGB SIBS BICKERING AND SORA'S CONFUSED LIKE "is this how trained ninja warriors act like"

ARIN ONCE ASKING A BARBER TO GIVE HIM "THE ZANE"?? I LOVE YOU BABY BOY. AND KAI REFUSING AND TELLING HIM HE SHOULDVE GOTTEN "tHe kAi" INSTEAD AJNSSHSMSJ

AND THERES A NEW FUCKING EM OF WIND? IN THE CLOUD KINGDOM? AND HER NAME IS EUPHRASIA? HER NAME IS SO PRETTYYYY, I JUST HATE HOW THEY DIDNT TAKE HER WITH THEM OR SMTH SHE LITERALLY SAVED SORA AND ARIN

LLOYD CANONICALLY PICKS HIS NOSE, AND EATS THE GODDAMNED BOOGERS IM SORRY W H A T (THANK YOU WEIRD CLOUD KINGDOM GOO WORMS)

KAI CALLING LLOYD BOOGERS PLEASE. "master of green boogers" I LOVE THIS

SORA'S.REAL.NAME.IS.ANA? ANA? ANA? AND SHE NAMED HERSELF AFTER A DRAGON THEY IMPRISONED AT IMPERIUM? AND THE WORD 'SORA' MEANS ORPHAN IN THE IMPERIAN LANGUAGE THING?

i fucking hate dr.larow. like bitch get out of the damned way PLEASE WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO OUR GIRL

i NAWWW NAWW I LOVE THEIR FAKE NAMES FOR THEIR IMPERIUM IDS. LLOYD AS DOYLL DARMAGON? ARIN AS LAMPSHADE FLOORTILE???? THEYRE SO STUPID I LOVE THEM. (lloyd shouldve named himself dolly smh)

BABY WYLD FYRE I REPEAT. BABY WYLD FYRE AHHH SHES SO GODDAMN CUTE. HEATWAVE LOVES HIS HUMAN DAUGHTER SO MUCH <333 (AND SHE LOVES HIM TOO)

ARIN MEETING THOSE IPTF IDIOTS?? PERCIVAL BITCH LITERALLY BE HOVERING RIYU IN HIS TOY HOVERBOARD (in the words of empress beatrix)

KAI PLAYING VIDEOGAMES AND ASKING THE GHOST THAT SOMEHOW KNEW HIS NAME IF IT WANTED A SELFIE WITH HIM? KAI HONEY THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS.

I LOVE THE DRAMA THATS HAPPENING IN IMPERIUM LIKE WOAH MAN. AND ZANE? HES BACK? MY BOY IS ALIVE AND WELL AHAJAHSHSNSJSJSNS

AND ITS ACTUALLY BEEN YEARS SINCE THE MERGE?? I THOUGHT IT WAS WEEKS AT FIRST FROM WHAT LLOYD SAID

THAT HUGE ASS DRAGON IN THE SPHERE?? LLOYD INHERITING HIS POWER AND SEEING SOME VISIONS OF WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE NINJA'S GRAVES WITH THEIR MASKS ON IT? LEGO WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING HUH? H U H???

RAS IS CANONICALLY AN OUTLANDER AND NOT FROM IMPERIUM WE CALLED IT NINJAGO FANDOM WE FUCKING CALLED IT!

WYLD FYRE AND KAI'S FIRE HIGH FIVE AHSKAHDJDHDENEJEJS

SORA FINALLY UNDERSTANDING THAT HER POWER, WETHER HERS OR RIYU'S IS HER RESPONSIBILITY YESSS!!!!

AHHHH LLOYD AND NYA HUG ONCE AGAIN <333

overall i fucking LOVED part one of dragons rising, it was filled with so much drama and action and GAHH MY HEART IS GOING CRAZY <333 LEGO REDEEMING THEMSELVES AFTER CRYSTALLISED WITH NOT JUST GOOD ANIMATION, BUT WRITING TOO??? (my only bad opinion tho is that the pacing can get a little wacky here and there)

9.5/10 for part 1, cant wait to see what else is to come!!!

#im so sorry if i went way too crazy in this i just loved dragons rising so much like #ninjago spoilers #levi's ted talks #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago lloyd #ninjago sora #ninjago arin #ninjago beatrix #ninjago ras #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago rapton

[reynold-eckhart-supremacy]

I haven't done an intro post yet, so I'm just going to put a VADD fanfic I wrote to start off. It contains spoilers-- actually I may accidentally drop spoilers after completely forgetting that there exist people that haven't read the Villains are Destined to Die Novel, so BEWARE.

Also, I'm a Reynold stan -- this account is dedicated to him -- but if you want to send asks for another fanfic (you probably won't since my writing is nothing special and you're about to see that for yourself), I can do that for you too.

Lastly, if you actually read my fanfics or even just look at my blogs in general, take some of this: ❤❤❤❤❤. I'll pray you get to meet your very own Reynold in life. Here, I'll even bless your eyes right here and now for reading this far --

Anyway, here it is. My fanfic I mean. Kinda weird but ok:

Late at night, when the moon was high in the sky, Reynold quietly snuck into the palace through the secret path he had discovered. Determined to have some fun and meet his niece after what felt like years but was actually only a few hours, he tiptoed through the corridors until he reached Judy's room. Why did he have to do this, you ask? The answer is simple. He had been banned from entering the imperial palace after getting caught a week ago teaching Judith how cigarette kisses were done by Duke Eckhart. He insisted the former Duke was lying, but then Judy started asking Penelope to cigarette kiss her and who else could teach her that, honestly. Side note, Callisto cigarette kisses Penelope later, except with candy… I'll write about this later. REDO--

Late at night, when the moon was high in the sky, Reynold quietly snuck into the palace through the secret path he had discovered. Determined to have some fun and meet his niece after what felt like years, he tiptoed through the corridors until he reached Judy's room. They had planned to meet the previous night when he snuck in for the first time after being banned from entering the imperial palace by his sister yet again. He brushed his bangs to the side, thinking about how unfair it was that literally anyone could come and see his niece at any time but he couldn't and whispered a curse. "Dammit. Damn my fucking life." Ok, maybe it was more than just a curse. Feeling a little better, he quietly pushed the door open.

Judy, who was wide awake and waiting for him, greeted him with a cute smile. "Uncle Reynold, you're here!" she whispered excitedly.

Reynold put his finger to his lips, signaling her to keep quiet, feeling excited about seeing his niece. Nobody could separate them. "Shhh, we have to be sneaky," he whispered back. "I learned something cool earlier and thought to share it with you, Judy." he said, entering her room and closing the door behind him.

Judy's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She loved their secret night-time adventures..

Reynold pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, flipping it open to a page filled with doodles and funny drawings. "Tonight, my dear Judy, we're going to learn the ancient art of speaking in silly accents," he declared, smiling his stupidly cuter that Judy's grin.

Judy giggled, covering her mouth to stifle the sound. "Silly accents? Like what, Uncle?"

Reynold cleared his throat dramatically and began speaking in a comically exaggerated accent. "Well, my darling niece, we shall start with the renowned 'Penguin Accent.' You must speak as if you have a beak and waddle around like a penguin. Watch me!"

And, on that note, Reynold actually demonstrated his best penguin impersonation, waddling around the room and flapping his arms. Judy burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement.

Meanwhile, Penelope, who had been woken by a nightmare, sensed that something was amiss. Concerned for her daughter's well-being, she quietly approached Judy's room, with Callisto trailing behind.

As they opened the door, they were greeted by a sight that made them both gasp in surprise. There was Reynold, wearing a silly penguin hat and speaking in an outrageous accent, while Judy mimicked his actions, laughing uncontrollably.

Penelope's jaw dropped in utter shock, but quickly recovered and gritted her teeth in annoyance while Callisto couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the situation.

"Reynold. Eckhart." she hissed through her teeth.

Caught off guard, Reynold froze mid-waddle, his face turning beet-red. "Uh. P-Penelope! Th-that… this… this isn't what you think it is, I… We were just having a bit of fun, you know… teaching Judy some… unique skills!," he stammered, trying to find an explanation.

"You were banned from entering the palace because your personality was rubbing off on her!! If you were going to visit-- Wait how did you even get here?!"

"Uh… that's…"

Penelope crossed her arms, clearly pissed. She was joyed at the fact that she was greeted by the sight of her daughter laughing with pure joy and having great fun, but Reynold was not as welcome. The things he taught her were simply outrageous, and her daughter was only five, so she didn't know any better and shared all the things Reynold taught her with all sorts of people, and Reynold didn't always teach her things like penguin dances and accents -- Penelope had worked so hard to make Callisto's foul mouth disappear so that their daughter would be more proper than that, but a month ago, the butler informed the both of them that little Judy was going around asking every staff member in the palace what 'a hell' was! The more she thought about it, the more annoyed Penelope became.

Callisto, sensing this placed a hand on Penelope's shoulder.

"It's alright, my Empress. At least Judy's having fun. We should increase secur---"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

He was interrupted the the sound of a scream filling the room, and the both of them, who were just gazing at each other, turned their heads in Reynold's direction.

"WHAT THE F**** ARE YOU DOING IN FRONT OF YOU FIVE YEAR OLD CHILD?!" he yelled, horrified, and at this, Judy starting screaming too.

~ And that, children is how Reynold Eckhart died at the tender (?) age of 30 years old ~

Wait it probably doesn't make sense to say this here, but I'm Adeline. Call me Ally!

#reynold eckhart #vadd #vadd fanfic #Ally's fanfics #villains are destined to die #death is the only ending for the villainess #vadtd #ditoeftv

[titleknown]

Doing a pseudo-reblog of this fucking post because I don’t want to get in arguments over it or shove it into people’s faces, but like... I think we need to talk about the ugliness of the broader attitude in that comic (specific media referenced aside) because it keeps getting fucking spread in other posts by otherwise smart people and I hate it.

Rest of this after the break because it’s kind of ballooned into a wall of text.

Like... it is a common experience on the spectrum for people to earnestly gush about their special interests only to get shut down by a neurotypical in front of them because “that’s stupid,”

While the autism experience is diverse enough that it is difficult to categorize, that is A Thing I have seen people on the spectrum talk about time and time again, pretty damn common.

And that’s literally what that comic is doing, just on a wider scale and “funny,” Like, the setup is “the person is gushing about their interests” and the punchline is “the interest is stupid, I feel despair that this person likes such a stupid thing”

It is that exact fucking nightmare scenario for so many of us, but with the joke on the side of the Typical Neurotypical Viewer.

The core “joke” is literally "LOOK AT HOW STUPID THIS PERSON IS FOR BEING EARNEST ABOUT SOMETHING I FIND STUPID! DOESN'T THAT MAKE YOU DESPAIR FOR THE STATE OF BEING SURROUNDED BY STUPID PEOPLE INTO STUPID THINGS?!"

But it’s funny. It’s innocuous. It’s silly. Which lets it spread despite the fact that what it’s saying is; in the end; kinda fucked up.

But, the OP said this in the tags:

But like... this is really two-faced, right? Like, they’re basically saying “I don’t mean to be mean" while also saying “reading critical depth into what you like is bad because the source material is stupid,” which is like...

...Well, firstly I thought y’all fucking hated “the curtains are just blue” and yet y’all are making fun of people for doing the opposite of that, and secondly, it’s doing the same “I don’t get why people like this, therefore it is stupid/worthless” shit that y’all accuse people of doing with Shakespeare and the classics.

And like... I see that attitude a lot. with regards to the big post-Gamergate/post-Infinity-War backlash against fandom as A Thing and the fact it’s becoming more common worries me.

Like, in the common talking point of “I’m sorry that you think Toni Morrison is less good than your fanfic of Goku fucking Charizard” or “Dante didn’t write fanfic because what he wrote was actually good” (paraphrased), I want to deconstruct the core assumptions I see behind it:

The named author and the anonymous fanfic writer reflects the idea that authors working in approved mediums are important, whereas authors working in the Wrong medium aren’t. The “Goku fucking Charizard” thing is based on the assumption that sexuality (And “weird” sexuality especially) debases a work.

The idea that Dante’s “not fanfic” because it’s good primarily serves to define fanfic as based around quality rather than the bullshit insane walls of copyright law (Which is actually what the “Dante is fanfic” talking point was about).

The way the sex fanfic and Toni Morrison are pointed at each other shows that while fanfic must use its worst works as representatives, published literary fiction must use its best.

I wonder what the sorts of people would say about the fact that a novel about a woman fucking a bear literally won Canada’s highest literary award. But I digress.

It is an ugly view that is ironically pretty anti-intelectual in and of itself, but from a different angle than their opposition.

It seeks to demolish a very specific intellectual view of the importance of democratizing art/audience because it views the public intellect and taste as stupid and not worth commenting on. Better to return to a walled garden than to let the mob dictate public taste (even if they’re not really in control).

And like, to speculate from what I’ve observed, I hypothesize that comes from a view that; since corporate monopoly over media via copyright and consolidation is basically invincible, the best we can do is on a “grassroots” level.

And their view of the “grassroots” is that the culture is infantilized, by people who for stupid selfish reasons like stupid baby garbage instead of “real” art and give it all their money, and that fandom is primarily an engine for the most devoted of these stupid baby garbage worshippers.

You will note that what they deem as ‘stupid baby garbage” tends to cross over heavily into the diagram of “things liked by autistic people.” They’ll deny this, while ignoring how much a lot of anti-autistic ableism isn’t directly targeted but inherently stochastic responses against a perceived abnormality.

Point is, they feel this abnormal element is a key driver of what they think must be excised from the culture, like a tumor. So the core idea is that if they bully enough people into shutting up about their garbage baby interests, that “imperial core” of people into Dumb Baby Bullshit will be starved and Real Art will reassert its rightful place.

Note that none of this is conspiratorial, it’s stochastic. It’s a bunch of people with the same general beliefs adopting the same shitty tactics by sheer force of carcination. And they don’t even have to adopt all of the beliefs to act in the interest of that view, just enough of them.

And I am begging y’all, please stop boosting and reblogging this shit in the name of countering the excesses of fandom. There are better ways and better critiques you could be making and supporting.

And for the love of god, people who are saying this shit, you’re not helping. You are not going to break up Disney or elevate the fucking culture by shaming autistic people.

Go work on trying to decrease copyright duration, or expand arts programs, or push for antitrust, or fucking something that’s not bullying people for being publicly earnest about what they like!

#media #critique #bullying #ableism #fandom #media critique