#im more so fucked up about like history always repeating itself for me

[bitchkay]

whys it always a white girl... :((

#im not even mad like yes im a little surprised but i suspected it anyway #it just might've been nice to find out from their mouths and not someone else #honestly they deserve each other I can't be mad that they're together especially since they were always close and they seem happy #i have nothing but well wishes their relationship is still new and im not gonna bring them down that would be fucked up #like i did vent to her about him yeah but that was last year and i haven't talked to her about it since #im just surprised she ended up dating him like not really i expected it but just how i found out im honestly happy for them #im more so fucked up about like history always repeating itself for me #every time i like someone they always end up with a white girl #and i mean these are my friends theyre like family to me but it still makes me think #why's it always a white girl... #and after yesterday's car accident it just feels like ive been having a n unlucky week #and it's only tuesday #im definitely worthy of love but somehow its always a white girl taking a spot that was probably never mine to begin with #i should be working rn i need to lock in actually but i just dont feel up to it... #kay just saying shit

[bodylanda]

🏳️‍🌈♣️✨ chodark for tha ask game ^_^

God this ended up long and kinda rambly OOPSIES… SORRY

Also idk how to read more ok mobile without possibly breaking the post so 🫡 im sorry, but thank u again for sending this ask!!

Link to the list of questions: [click here]

🏳️‍🌈 what’s some queer headcannons you have? (Can add a specific character in ask)

I think i have some pretty simples ones all things considered? And they’re all pretty fluid/all exist at the same time but for these

Chosen: made with they/them in mind -> experiemented with she/they/he -> had a crisis abt it -> she/her at the end

Dark: started we they/he -> she/they at the end

This isn’t really a queer headcanon (maybe?) but i do think theyre soulmates in a “whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)”, which is probably the closest thing i have to a queer headcanon LDNWOODOW.

I typically use they/them when discussing them in general tho!

♣️ angst headcannons? (Can add a specific character in ask)

I got a bunch here but not sure if it counts as angst? Makes me 🥹 so i’ll count it as such

Headcanon 1: Chosen knew about victim

-The moment chosen was born she immediately started being a hater. She threw the first punch (fireball?)! Why’d she do that? The moment second was born, they seemed more curious and inquisitive, but none of that curiosity happened to chosen.

-i know the popular theory is that its bcs chosen’s a virus (considering she was beaten by an antivirus in ava 2 + in a way so is tdl and tsc) but idk, they were made by alan (maybe tsc is a virus but thats a theory for another time), but i also like to think its more that chosen knew about victim in some like, unfathomable way?

-like the avatar in ATLA hahaha. Is this angst? I’m not sure. But this is why i think she immediately started going sicko mode

Headcanon 2: Chosen is the tragedy of a stick born without love

-honestly just took this one from kirby

-Chosen’s creation was definitely intentional, while Second’s wasn’t. Why are they so different? Its not like second got that much love either initially, but they did manage to get some free time.

-Second was less a literal second coming of chosen and more of a “history could repeat itself again”

-this is. Getting into second & chosen territory Moving back to chosen/dark APDJOWKFOWKDP

Headcanon 3: Dark has nightmares about killing chosen

-well she was made for it wasn’t she? Sometimes the directive just takes over for a bit

-a lil like wall-e

-Will isolate herself during these moments

-Shrugs it off after the fact but kind of always has this lurking lingering fear that one day her programming will take over and try to kill chosen (even though their friendship handshake thing and also their literal friendship in ava 3 kind of nerfed it a lil to the point that it can’t actually make her do that.

-in the end she discovered a new fear; She actually choose to fight Chosen and it wasn’t some divinely mandated/program forced thing.

✨ fluffy headcannons is you have? (Can add a specific character in ask)

SIKE I DONT ACTUALLY WANT DARK DIED

More AU than headcanon: Dark survived!

-Sees error of her ways

-Still awful

-Actually doesn’t she just doesn’t want to get her ass handed to her again by a fucking kid that was pretty embarassing

-Morality gained through wanting to avoid getting an ass whooping. Like “Hmm i think today i will make a virus- no i wont. That fucking orange kid’ll beat me up somehow”

Headcanon: They both have their own way of communicating

-Both can technically speak in the same way Second can speak, but chooses a different method almost always.

-the way they communicate is so completely all over the place. Its a mix of formal (actual proper typing/Some kind of sign language (stick version of it? Body gesture language?) used correctly) and informal (impact text font memes like fucking philosoraptor format)

-Kind of a contrast to tsc and color gang’s communication method that is also all over the place, but older memes and refs bcs they’re an older generation

-Dark: Back in my day the best cat on earth was longcat and now everycat can just be i can haz cheeseburgers…. Tch this used to be a respectable career

Yellow: (what the FUCK is she saying…….)

-Chosen being gaptek is something thats actually so near and dear to my heart and also a lil bit of jadul chosen. She gets sent some really gen z memes on stick whatsapp by second or color gang and just squints and shows it to dark like “what is she saying” and dark just gags

#long post #text #Gosh this ended up so long #i was writing snd then i black out bcs of my sickness and now im awake finishing it

[glorified-red]

Oh you’re an English major? Can you tell me more about what’s it like? I’m currently a senior and I think I might change my major to English before starting in the fall. What’s your main career goal? 

Oh ho ho, you just opened a huge can of worms my friend.

(To the tune of Percy Jackson the Musical): Look, I didn't wanna be an english major. For the past 7 years I wanted to be a film major but yk, crises always hit the week before you start your first semester of your Bachelors degree I suppose.

So as of late late late december, after I had already went to orientation as a film major and even PICKED ALL MY FILM CLASSES.

Huff.

I became an english major.

My current line up is:

Writing/Rhetoric Major

English Linguistics Minor

Editing and Publishing Certificate

I want to be an editor. I fell in love with editing ever since I was in that old Discord group and started editing fics for the first time and I realized I was damn good at it too. But alas, my college doesn't offer an editing major or even an editing minor so I had to pick two random semi-on track english choices for those.

And I thought it was fitting to major in literature based writing and minor in the scientific side of English so that when I get to editing stories, I can use literature knowledge, science knowledge, AND basic editing training. Like a 3 for 1 special all wrapped up in a Red Bow.

As of right now I'm a junior in college (at 19 whoo), first semester of my bachelors, and all my classes are in the linguistics category (because SOMEONE decided to change majors a week before classes started and thought, yea, there will be classes for my major left. Fucking idiot)

The science side of English is fascinating to me, I'm learning phoentics and how to transcribe sounds. Im learning about how language affects culture, identity, and even thought.

Like, did you know that the way English was designed predestined us to view the past, present, and future as completely seperate ideas and entities? Simply because of its grammar?

Thats why we (Americans) struggle with the concept of the past repeating itself or the "past" being super long ago even tho it actually only happened a few decades ago (cough slavery cough). Because we think the past is seperate from the present.

It also makes us shitty at helping the future (global warming? nah, thats not gonna affect us anytime soon. Saving money? Nah, we'll figure it out.)

I'm learning stuff like that, how english affects so many parts of your life simply because its your native tongue.

Im also proofreading/editing and coding a huge project funded by a national department and I have no clue how I got into that. Could not tell you. But it looks BANGER on my resume so.

Since I'm on the science sides of things right now it's hard to say what an english major life looks like because theres three categories of English: literature (writing), linguistic (history/science/purpose), and process (editing/publishing).

I will say, for all of them (linguistic, less-so), expect essays to be a thing. It seems like a given but man, I was not expecting to have to write an essay 3 weeks into the semester. Granted I enjoy writing essays and I'm good at them so it doesnt bug me, but still.

Also, people have egos sometimes. They will ask you who your favorite author is an expect you to have read allllll the classics and famous books, heaven forbid if you dont.

Have a read a single Jane Austen book? Fuck no. Do I have a favorite author thats not a childrens author? Absolutely not. Could I read a shakespearian play without falling asleep? Pfft nope.

But that's not what makes you an english major so don't let anyone bully you like that, they're always just overcompensating for something.

What makes you an english major?

Wired glasses, tucked in shirts, turtle necks, and a messenger bag.

#You think im kidding #half the people #INCLUDING MYSELF #dress the same way unintentionally #we were out in the wild on campus #and I had someone come up to me #deadass #and ask if i was an english major #i said yes #and they just nodded #and said #yea #you look like an english major #like??? #thank you?? i guess?? #jokes aside #if you have more questions or need help with your first year of college #feel free to reach out #im deadass #asks

[lovenona]

Adele hi

hello how ya doin? remember that artist sukuna brainrot i was gonna send in

ANYWAY that brainrot is happening NOW COUSE DAMN i missed this menace to society

sooooo imagine with me for a second couse we gotta paint a picture in order to start

we got our favorite arrogant artist and the reader that is majoring in art history

so we just have not one BUT TWO ARROGANT IDIOTS THAT ARE TO PROUD TO ADMIT THAT THERE'S SOMETHING BETWEEN THEM

remember when we talked about how they probably got so close over time that the reader was absentmindedly calling sukuna some endearing nickname whit out noticing and he just went with it like "alright that's my name now" same probably happened with physical touch

overtime those two grew closer together

little touches eventually turned to her NATURALLY just cuddling up to him as they decided to watch a movie together on one of her visits

in all honesty yuji probably stopped asking a LONG time ago as to WHAT those two are to each other

so we gotta admit that during their time together while they where chasing their respective degree they just had an on and off

both of them being comfortable with each other enjoying each other's presence but the reader knew or so thought that's it

both of them are to STUBBORN to admit SHIT and as sukuna probably watched the reader go and have some attempts of a relationship with other people they never bothered him thinking she will eventually be back in his arms anyway the moment that relationship ended

they would continue their game chicken of "whos gonna admit to it first" while having some one night stands with each other

tho i doubt you can call it a one night stand when they repeat it multiple times but it always went the same as they said "this was the last time"

but everything comes to an end as they both achieved their degree and started to slowly grow apart due to sukuna pursuing his art and the reader prooobbbaaably going towards academics

until they eventually lost contact

now we got our artist as we talked before doing various projects and artworks that captivate his audience but no more reader

and through time he grew in popularity

rarely puts out gallery's due to him finding them to be more of a chore and boring to attend

so we have artist sukuna that liked his solitude and so he brought himself a "little" cottage/Cabin with a big room that he uses as his art studio and far more growing into the domestic/ron Swanson sukuna with his own garden where he trys to gain his inspiration for art through growing his own vegetables and nature itself as he has grown tired of the city

but he noticed that he's not been painting as often as he used to

the inspiration and motivation has been shrinking through time but the urge to CREATE is still there

for the feeling of creating is a feeling that does not die down with an artist but sometimes even when you want to

you body can't bring itself up to create

wich is mostly why he went away from actually painting to "painting" with nature through gardening

but this is getting quiet long i gotta continue this another time couse MA'AM this brainrot is FAR from over

i gotta go

sincerely,

-your rambler 🌼

i am. i am crying and throwing up on the floor. holy fuck i am perished . THIS? OSCAR WORTHY MASTERPIECE. IM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT. DO THEY FINALLY REUNITE AFTER SO MANY SAD YEARS AND SUKUNA REALIZES THE THING HE’S BEEN MISSING ALL ALONG IS *US*

#THIS HAD ME GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL BLUSHING KICKING MY LEGS IN THE AIR #I HAVE NOTHNG TO ADD IM JUST #AHHHHHHHHHH #THIS #THIS IS THE DREAM #SUKUNA BECOMING INSPIRED AGAIN AFTER HE SEES US AGAIN SOB SOB SOB SOB SOB SOB #BOTH OF U ACHIEVING UR DREAMS BECAUSE U HAVE EACH OTHER AFTER SO MANY YEARS #AND YUUJIS LIKE. WAIT U WEREN'T DATING THIS WHOLE TIME? #my rambler #ryomen.sukuna #artist!jjk

[danagoestorehab]

5 stages of grief

w momentarily i’m definitely in the anger stage of three whole grieving this. like fuck this fuck them FUCK the universe i deserve everything i deserve nothing this is all somebody else’s fault but mostly my own and life isn’t fair and it should be and why the fuck should poor me have to deal w this shit again and i’m really sick of listening to the same taylor swift song on repeat but im also too antsy to focus on anything else and i want vengeance or something BIG and definitely should download a voice changer app on my phone or post their number on a weird thread on craigslist but also maybe i should be more angry at myself because i fuck things up but then being melodramatic and doing all of the shit i usually do would definitely prove them right but maybe also make them feel guilty so i reckon im probably in the right frame of mind and not at all being a covert-narcissist-disguised-as-altruist to actually commit to my PHD out OF spite and do all those big plans i always talk about doing but never get around to and then i can hand in the genius ramblings of a doctorate probably and publically blame them in my acknowledgments because that sounds like the only sane and semi reasonable solution rn

but then i’m also in the sad girlie part of grief where it feels like i’ve lost something really big and i could spend all day replaying out how things SHOULD have gone but the nice nurses from the one flew over the cuckoos nest placey reminded me that should is a no no word and i should use COULD instead to not feel guilty so maybe i could cry about the fact that this is shitty and it’s probably okay to feel shitty and i’m probably gonna be sad about being sad for a while and that’s okay too. but it’s also sad to think about being sad and being okay with it when girlies very aware her track history of being okay with things isn’t very great. and my sadness doesn’t always look the same like sometimes it’s very clear sadness and i’m all snotty in bed listening to the sane lorde ‘liability’ track as if i’m actually the antagonist in some some shitty novel and that’s my theme track. as if romanticising the ways in which everything’s gone wrong might make it hurt less and then i don’t have to think about my sadness as always being there or how things will be more sad before they’re less sad. or sometimes my sadness looks like a normal girl wearing clothes having a conversation with people downstairs or outside and feeling okay before they say something and i realise they have their own lives are their own lives aren’t broken in the same way as mine is and my okayness is a short term pretence and that’s even sadder so i quietly excuse myself and go back to my room and sit with these feelings of being an egomaniac w no one to talk to as i hear laughter from different places around my flat whilst i look at the same for corners of my room

the guilt bits really hard too because i already feel so guilty about everything all the time. And if people ever think i don’t hold myself accountable for my actions because they see someone so clearly not giving a fuck about everything as she pours it all down the drain, then i want to remind them or maybe myself that my guilt bothers me. famously, so often to the point where i can’t really function and find refuge in the solace of my local psychiatric ward. how i feel guilty towards my sisters or friends or the things which could have been or you for having to listen to yet another one of my long winded rants. or that how really i know my guilt is just self serving and i find myself feeling guilty for lives i never lived which i probably could have. where i had gone off and done good things and been nicer to others and lived properly instead of spending another night sitting in my room. i feel guilty to all of the people i assured that i would get better and i feel guilty that this final time never got to happen itself into existence. i feel guilty that a lot of people expected this situation and probably aren’t entirely surprised. i feel guilty for lorna after spending four hours of not sleeping and deciding to contact the local ombudsman at 4 in the morning. i feel guilty for all of the things i’ve ever felt guilt for and all of the things i know i’m going to have to feel guilty about in the short term future. i feel guiltier than most of the criminals i see on the defence stand of the shows i watch to try and distract myself from how guilty i feel about everything. i feel guilty for taking up your phone space and i feel guilty for even putting other people in a situation in which they have to witness my guilt as it also invites them to be culpable

denial? can’t really relate to that one cal they’re probably going to feel really really guilty very shortly for the way they’ve treated me and send me an email offering me the penthouse suite and bestest person award at the rehab in all honesty. jesus christ. i’m sure the ombudsman will arrange me some nice travel there. that’s probably the only reason i haven’t written bad reviews about them on google yet cal. because when they do let me in very shortly and we willl have a laugh about this then i won’t have to answer for that haha

waiting to be able to talk about that one

#spilled ink #spilled poetry #mental health #5 stages of grief #spilled ink writing #spilled thoughts #grief #rehab

[writingtomynanny]

Good evening Nanny, today has been hard but also today has been the day ive cried the least, which i feel guilty about. I miss you so much i should be crying more today like the other days, maybe you had my back today more than i realised till now. I know you wouldnt want me to cry anyway, i need you to tell me its okay honey. I need to hear your voice again.

I was thinking tonight and its made me want to write this, you had so many more things to teach me, it hurts knowing i only got as many things as i did from you. The main things are all in the kitchen, Like putting lots of salt on broccoli, i just heard your voice say broccoli as i wrote that, thats comforting for me. You taught me how to make BOMB potato salad, the apple cider vinegar is a game changer, and the onion flakes. I wish i got to learn how to make your curried rice, that was so amazing. It wont ever be the same but i guess ill find some on the internet and try to get as close as i can. I miss more than ever helping you in the kitchen. Something that makes me so sad is picturing you just doing your thing in the kitchen, always getting steaming hot contaniers of steamed veggies out the microwave, stirring things on the stove then going back to butter the mash mashing it with the thick fork. i miss you reaching up for your spices, yelling out "Guys, teas ready" then always apologising if its not cooked right. Its always cooked right nanny, even if my schnitzel was burnt on one side once, i still told you its amazing and thanked you, because it was. Everything you made was amazing, made with so much love and efforts. I loved helping you in the kitchen. It was painful to watch you take so long on peeling the veggies, i always stepped in to help you even if you said you were fine hehe. Sorry nanny, i was obsessed with spending time with you. I wish i got to have that pumpkin soup you made, it was so so beautiful. I remember you said it was out of a woolies book, ill have to go looking and try make it myself, again wont be the same without your love and efforts making it.

I bought shoes today for the funeral, this is going to hurt so much. I dont see myself being able to hold back anything, you deserved so much more nan. I would truely give you 10 years off my life if i could darling. You deserved more time and we need you. Im going to be miserable for a long time, my heart hurts knowing you felt more hurt losing kim, i cant comprehend you feeling worse than this and its selfish for me to think this is on the same level, because it just cant be. You are so so strong nanny, i swear ive never met anyone as strong as you and my heart constantly hurts knowing the reason you were strong, you had to be for the boys even though you lost your entire world. I would give you the world if i could nan, no one deserves the world more than you.

I seen cody for the first time since today nanny, hes being strong for you. I know it will be hard if history repeats itself and im going to try my hardest to be more understanding, but i dont think i can do this on my own. You always had my back, just quickly the 891 sound just went as its just gone 12am. Reminds me of you every time. You were the one who would help me through this. Everyone else thought i was the devil but you were the only one who knew how hard it is to see and be in the presence of that, i hope hes strong this time around nanny. I cant be helping him alone.

I seen your handbag with your purse in it, i always imagine you reaching for your purse to get me your bank card for cigarettes or food shopping. Im picturing it right now, fuck nan you just dont deserve this im so sorry. You should be here, sitting on the couch with a coffee in hand, crimson next to you, fast forwarding a bit too far on the recorded tv shows your catching up on. You should be at home with us. It cant be nearly a week since you left, it just cant be. Im in denial sometimes, i just dont see it as the end. I see you here with us again and i dont know how or why i have these feelings i just do. There has to be a way your here with us. Before i fall asleep i ask you to come see me in my dreams. Its only happened once so far and it sadly wasnt seeing you, you were just in the room and Firmino was visiting you in hospital. It was a mini dream when i was asleep in the RAH carpark the day after while taking dad up there. Anyway nanny, ive been yapping for a while now so i should let you go and get some rest myself. Im getting Amanda to do my hair tomorrow so i dont have any grey hairs at the funeral. Im going to look so beautiful for you nanny, but i always look beautiful dont i, i told you i will forever believe it even if i dont feel it, because of you.

I love you so much Nan, you are gorgeous and i miss your light up the room smile.

YWNA <3

[technowoah]

Hi! This is my first time doing a request for a prompt list but can you do prompts 1,34,25 if you can put those in one fanfic, or mini series. Again this is my first time requesting a prompt list thing. If you can’t fit those three in there you can just do 1 of them. If anything I wrote just made sense, sorry if it didn’t. Have a good day!

Rather Be Devisive Then Indecisive...

Thanks for the request! I decided to do Techno cause I need some Techno content here!

Sorry it took so long 😭

C! Techno x gen neutral! Reader (platonic)

1) "I fucking hate you" "please dont say that"

34) "one more chance please?" "You're being greedy"

25) "You're right. You are useless"

⚠︎ swearing, indecisive reader, angst, angst, mentions of weapons, mentions of death, mentions of tnt & explosions, Wilbur's last canon life, sad techno, I didn't proofread, this story is so fucking long-

"Dont you see history repeating itself?!"

You found yourself in a huge predicament right now while standing by Technoblade's side, adorned in netherite armor and weapons. You were facing against the people you used once to love, the people you eere supposed to kill. You hadn't seen Tommy's face so distraught in quite some time.

Everyone thought you were the traitor, you lost the trust of the people you once sided with and loved. You couldnt stand to see the pain Tommy had in his eyes and the betrayal Tubbo showed. It wasn't true, from what you heard it wasn't true.

You didn't just appear on Technoblade's side one day, it was a tough ride to follow. The beginning of your journey had you looking desperately for a place to be, a home. You were lost in the huge kingdom with huge monuments and different types of people.

Then came L'Manburg. A place where you could be free, at least they sold it like that. You had met Tommy and Tubbo while on the Prime Path and immediately asked about their blue war coats and they immediately introduced you to L'Manburg. You were accepted a while later, meeting the citizens and making connections with all of them.

Then came Manburg and Pogtopia which led you here next to Technoblade as he went on about replacing tyrant with another. You were always on Technoblade's side ever since he joined Pogtopia. All it took was constant literature sessions and talks about politics and you were on board with his ideals and his hate for government.

You were apart of L'Manburg before Pogtopia and Technoblade had changed your mind on government he made you see everything through a different lense and that lense was beautiful and clear. You adapted his ways of thinking quickly and became "one of his personal favorites" as he would say.

Technoblade set off a firework explosion and everyone screamed and scattered, that was the "go" you ended up attacking somone else that wasn't a close friend of yours. You were trying not to attack anyone, this wasnt your style. Yes, Techno had taught you fighting styles and how to become stronger but you didn't want to fight who you considered your family.

You eventually found yourself on a hill looking over the explosions and swords swinging in the gleaming sun. People below were looking in your direction quickly then heading back into battle wondering why there werent any fireworks hot from above, but you couldnt do it. You just couldn't bring yourself to soot the crossbow that was hanging on your hip. Techno kept looking up towards you as you looked back towards him in distraught.

Everyone was yelling until Dream had spoken up.

"You know who the trader was Tommy? Tommy the traitor was Wilbur."

No it couldn't be.

"No! Technoblade killed Tubbo and Y/N left us behind, they're the traitors!" Tommy exclaimed in confusion.

Your mind couldn't make up anything at the moment, was Wilbur the real traitor instead of everyone thinking it was you? Everyone was questioning if Dream was right or not, but you were so into your own mind you didn't hear that one faint scream that lead to many others.

The ground started shaking like a earthquake was about to happen and then the ground started to break apart and explode revealing the huge amounts of TNT that was placed under the stone and dirt. You felt uneasy as smoke, and debris flew from the ground and up into the air. You heard screams of agony who were caugh in the explosion, screams of anguish who witnessed the explosion and screams of joy.

Emotions flew through you like blood. This wasnt what was supposed to happen was is? You were a citezen of L'Manburg before a citizen of Pogtopia and this was the worst thing you have ever seen. The sky turned dark and grey, the place you used to call home is gone and the person who destroyed your home was the one who built it.

"Wilbur?!" You screamed as you saw him and Philza staning next to what looked like a man made cave in the hill.

Everyone else followed your line of sight and saw Wilbur standing next to Philza talking to him. Philza had a sword in his hand and what is seemed like arguing with Wilbur as well. Everything seemed so chaotic you didnt know what to focus on, Wilbur and Philza, Dream inevitably sneaking away, or Technoblade's glare at you from a top a building. You couldn't bring yourself to face Techno right now. Technoblade was a source of comfort for you, but at this moment you had no where to turn.

The straw that broke the camel's back was seeing Philza kill Wilbur. He pierced the sword through his heart and as Wilbur's legs couldn't hold himself up anymore Philza hugged his son and fell down to the ground with him hugging him in his last moments as everyone below screamed at Philza.

Your vision became blurry as tears welled up in your eyes. Everything was gone. You had nothing left to go back, no home, no Wilbur. It seemed like Tommy and Tubbo didn't want you back in their lives so it seemed hopeless. Falling to your knees you cradled your face in your hand trying to block out all of the commotion outside.

L'Manburg was like a home you always wanted but never had. They were like family and you grew too attached. You loved them like brothers and a sister. You loved them you grew attached to them as well, especially to Wilbur because you looked up to him as a leader and he took you under his wing when you had no where to go, he cared for you like a big brother. Tommy and Tubbo were also another two you grew too attached to because of Tommy's impulsiveness and Tubbo's attention to detail and caring for others.

After the fall of L'Manburg Technoblade had to make everything worse.

He had looked towards you one last time before getting into position.

"Are you just gonna sit there!? We have a job to do!" Techno said while unsheathing a sword.

"Isn't the job done already?!" You yelled back still sat on the hill.

Techno started to laugh. "Barely!"

He jumped down from the building and into some rubble underneath him and you followed him down the hill. Techno had brung out soul sand and began placing it on the ground with wither skeleton skulls in his hands. You walked over to him and he handed you a skeleton skull, you reluctantly took it out of his hands and you saw him smirk at your compliance.

Tommy began walking towards Techno and you in a fiery rage ready to fight him. He couldn't get straight to him because of a small gap the explosion made. Tommy was trying to keep everyone on that side, safe. Dream and Punz jumped over the gap and joined both you and Techno by the soul sand.

"Stop this right now Techno!"

"You stay over there Tommy!"

The two bickered back and forth until they eventually died down and Technoblade spoke up over the talking and yelling coming from the side Tommy was on.

"Tommy, do you think you're a hero? Is that what this is?" Techno said while letting his guard down for a moment and put his crossbow down.

"I just- I just wanted L'Manburg!" Tommy exclaimed back clearly confused.

You werent a stranger to Technoblade's speeches you were a fan of them really, but not when its against someone you would consider a brother.

Technoblade spoke up over Tommy. "You wanted power.

"I wanted L'Manburg, thats all I ever wanted. I wanted..." Tommy stopped talking for a moment, like he was thinking.

"Tommy you just did a coup! You just did a hostile government takeover and then immediately instilled yourself as president." Techno explained to him in a more serious voice than before.

"And then you gave it to your friend, but that still a tyrant Tommy!"

"But the thing about his world Tommy, is that good things dont happen to heros. Let me tell you a story Tommy. A story of a man called Theseus."

Technoblade had taught you about Greek literature and how they could be compared to people in the kingdom today. He so happened to find correlations between Tommy and Theseus at this moment.

You were still anxiously waiting for Technoblade's long speech to end so you could get this heartbreak over with. The need to cry more never became more apparent until now, the need ro run away and never come back but you wanted to listen.

"His country was endagered and he sent himself forward into enemie lines, he slayed the minotaur and saved his city. You know what they did to him Tommy?!"

"What did they do-"

"They exiled him. He died in disgrace, despised by his people. Thats what happens to heros Tommy." Techno finished his Greek mythology speech.

Tubbo spoke up from behind Tommy. "But he saved everyone!"

"The Greeks knew the score, but if you want to be a hero Tommy that's fine." Technoblade started walking backwards with a wither skulls in each hand.

You had soul sand infront of you and you were waiting till Technoblade set the first wither out into the world. There were wither skulls in the brown grass so you all could quickly put the skulls ontop if the sand. Technoblade thought it was a good idea to have multiple withers flying in L'Manburg at once. You and Techno were probably going to get attacked by the withers too because withers dont know who made them, they just attack.

"Technoblade dont do this! We're so close! Im not the hero! No one's the hero!" Tommy pleaded and that made your heart drop.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?! THEN DIE LIKE ONE!"

There it is. Techno started placing the skeleton heads on the soul sand and you followed suit placing three skulls onto the other. The two withers started to form and grow besides you and Technoblade. You didnt want to do this at all. You could hear the screams from the former Pogtopia and L'Manburg citizens, this wasnt what you wanted. You didn't want Wilbur to die, you didn't want L'Manburg to go, and of course you didnt want your family to die.

Technoblade grabbed your hand and led you to a higher plane, both of you dodging the blows the withers were giving out to anyone in their way. You had made it a top of the building Technoblade was before. You felt like your lungs had no air in them, from the running and and seeing Tommy desperately trying to fight a wither above him, Tubbo shooting arrows next to Quackity and the withers making Wilbur's explosion bigger than it was.

Technoblade started laughing at the destruction and the screams of the people below. You knew Technoblade was a dangerous man, he killed and did it for his own reasons that you didnt argue against. He had told you that he will tell you one day, but this wasnt that day. You didn't want to hear anything from him, you had lost everything.

"I fucking hate you." You breathed out in disbelief at the destruction below.

"Please dont say that." Techno rolled his eyes.

"You're not telling the truth-"

"MY LIFE IS GONE TECHNO! I- My home is gone! Wilbur is gone! Where do I go?!"

"Hou have me! What are you talking about? Did you just blindly follow me?! Newsflash I'm not Wilbur, Im not Schlatt! Im my own person that dosent associate with government so might as well destroy the government physically." Techno looked back out into the chaos.

"This cant be the way!"

"Do you have another plan?!"

"If I did it wouldn't have mattered." You said calming down, but still angry.

"Should've said something sooner." Techno said while walking away from the edge of the building and away from you.

"Again, it wouldn't have mattered." You said as a final statement before he walked away.

You didnt know where he was going nor did you care at this point. You retreated for now and found yourself back in Pogtopia. Going down into the decorated cave and reminiscing on times shared. The moments where Tommy was messing with Wilbur, when Tubbo immediately relaxed when he found himself around Pogtopia and he could be himself, when Techno and you had extremely deep talks in the potato farm.

You ended up going back to your home later that night trying to clear your mind and trying to know where to go next. The next morning your feet had a mind of its own that morning because you ended up at Tommy's house. You had knocked on his door and he swung it opened it with his widened eyes not expecting you to be there. He was bandaged up more than usual, he had scars on his hands and face too. It was a sad sight for you.

"Y/N?! What are you doing here!? I didn't-"

You cut Tommy off by hugging him and trying not to cry at the sight.

"Im so sorry Tommy." You said regretting everything.

"Im sorry I hurt you."

"Hey calm down. I forgive you, but it's gonna be hard ya know?" Tommy explained as you let him go sniffling.

"I understand, you shouldn't feel obligated to forgive me I know its going to be hard to help them grow even though I betrayed them." You slightly laughed and Tommy smiled.

You felt accomplished that day. You hung out with Tommy the whole day, then found Tubbo as well. They both accepted you but slowly but surely were going to forgive you. You hated that they were in pain but they knew you were in pain as well. Later that day you sat down with the both of them and wrote letters to everyone wanting to reconnect again. The two had said they would help deliver the letters while you delivered some too.

The day turned into night and you and Tubbo were currently walking around doing nothing in particular. Tommy had headed home as you promised to visit him tomorrow. You and Tubbo both ended up on the topic of Phil. Silence fell upon you two, you didn't know what to say about that. You didn't know Phil that well, but he seemed regretful. Wilbur's death became a touchy subject between you two. Tubbo then asked you about Technoblade and you had no answer to that either.

Technoblade left without telling you anything at first you didnt care, but now you are slightly regretting having that stupid fight. Days continued to go on and your regret became more apparent each and every day. You had reconnected with former L'Manburg members and asked for forgiveness. It was a slow process but you all became closer in due time.

Technoblade and your relationship grew further apart and you noticed that. You never seen him since the final day of L'Manburg until one day.

You had visited the abandoned and long forgotton Pogtopia once more longing for the days before all Hell broke loose.

"What are you doing here?" You turned your head to see Technoblade standing not too far away from you.

"What are YOU doing here?! Where have you been?" You exclaimed not knowing whether to run to him or stand still.

"Well im used to being left alone. It's not that hard you should try it sometimes."

"Last thing I remember was you walking away."

"Last thing I remember was you yelling at me and telling me that you fucking hated me." Techno said matching your tone.

"I was in a bad place at that moment." You tried to justify your actions when in reality you couldn't.

"Weren't you all!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You said getting defensive.

"I mean all of you L'Manburgians. You all were going through something. That something was the death of your leader and the inevitable death if your country. You apparently never let go of that side, L'Manburg is still with you somehow." Techno explained to you.

He always read you like an open book. You still never let go of L'Manburg and thats why you went back and left your and Technoblade's relationship behind. Yes that was your fault, but you can try and reconnect, try to build trust again.

"Can't I be with them and you at the same time?" You asked, while your confidence left your body.

"NO! WHAT?! Why would you say that?! Have you been listening to me?!"

"I have! You-"

"No you clearly fucking havent! They are feeding into the very thing they sought to destroy! History is repeating and you going back is only encouraging it! Soon enough the new "L'Manburg" will fall time and time again!" Technoblade yelled clearly fed up with the conversation.

"Technoblade. I wanted to make ammends with you! I wanted to be on your side again!" You pleaded.

"Apparently not because you keep runnning to L'Manburg!"

You were getting desperate, it felt like everything was lost again. Why did you have to chose between anti-government and pro-government. You didnt have to, you just needed your friendship that was torn apart glued back together. The need to rekindle the friendship between you and Technoblade began to exceed everything else and continued to cloud your mind.

"One more chance please?!"

"You're being greedy." Techno taunted.

"Techno listen! I-"

"I am listening." He interrupted you on purpose.

"Seriously I wanted to rekindle our friendship so please just let me do this!" You pleaded.

"That's not going to be happening anytime soon. You know Im usually the one being left, but now that I see you like this I now understand why people leave others." He laughed.

You stayed silent and that gave him the opportunity to speak more.

"Those that have treated me with kindness, I will repay that kindness tenfold. And those that treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends. I shall pay that injustice a thousand times over."

Another speech he would use another time. Your gaze was set on the stone ground beneath you. You couldn't face him and you knew he was talking about you. You weren't going to get the happy ending you always dreamt of. You were always aware of falling out of friendships but you never knew that one of your falling friendships would hurt this badly.

"All that time ago, you're right, you were right. You are useless."

"I dont need you anymore." Technoblade continued and ascended up the stairs to leave. He left you alone down in Pogtopia, it was hard.

"I came here to get actual shit done, but it turns out I couldn't." You heard Technoblade mumble upstairs before you were for sure he left.

You were left in the once lively underground community of Pogtopia. It was quiet and still now with the only thing was a small cool whispering of the wind.

You had your family, slowly but surely it was coming together but now everything seemed more broken than ever. Unbeknownst to you everything would get worse.

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[melto]

good lord maybe im just a little crazy but bad buddy really just. god. my homosexual bestie pran has really really gotten to me. literally something something about the cycle of fated love and doom.

like. i think most people agree that the thing that sticks out with bad buddy compared to others that it does such a good job with showing that characters have a history together rather than just saying it and putting none of the work in it really does feel like pat and pran have known each other for so long and that they are so integral to one another outside of the basic haha they have been rivals since birth because their parents hate each other and all with like. idk other shows that want us to believe people have had this long and impactful relationship it is rarely there. like the people are literally strangers and nothing about their shared history has truly effected one another but pat and pran do very clearly remember each other in a way that informs how they act towards one another, you can see why they argue the way they do but also now why it is so easy for them to actually get along and be friendly

it especially shines with pran because he is so genuinely affected by things, because its always been him who's life getting all fucked up because of things that happen between him and pat like in the ep when he's just. miserable and crying under that bed while pat's dad is just going off about how 3 years ago pran always was following pat around and copying him and saying how he's just an awful and jealous boy and like pat's not agreeing but its been said, and even if pat doesnt believe that its something that pran does seem to believe, because he takes the blame and says its true and he's sorry and that he will leave so that he doesnt cause issues again which is like. god. and then the flashback happens about their misunderstanding 3 years ago with them getting along, even being more than friendly. its that exact thing pat's dad is calling pran jealous for and they are doing it together knowingly and having fun with it and then suddenly it gets ruined with parents showing up and pran's being transferred while pat stays and even though the flashback only shows pat being blamed by their friends for pran having to leave its so clear that pran feels the other way around, because he had to leave and he always needs to be ready to leave because he's the real problem and pat has seemed unaffected every time by whats happening so it has to be him like im assuming he wasnt supposed to play at the concert with pat specially and then being friends/in love with him ofc too but pran like going against his parents to do that with pat and all.

its something that has affected the way pran still is today, clearly, and the way pat responds is informed by that same history and it shows! their shared history has such a weight with it to them and they literally cant seem to escape each other (from birth, everything that happened in their childhood, pran transferring back without knowing theyd be at the same college, their friend groups always at each others throats, living across the hall from one another, etcetcetc) and they know that they will never be able to get away from one another but they are also scared that history will continue to repeat itself and they will be punished for their proximity to each other and the fondness but they cant do anything about it, because the connection is supposed to be there and they want it so bad but they feel doomed about what that means and like with them always saying stuff like you're my bad luck it always happens when i'm with you its just. they are so aware of it but truly arent making any moves to stop it from happening like always.

they’ve been forced to be rivals since birth so the only time they were ever allowed to spend together was when they were competing so its something that has become so truly important for both of them but neither are able to come out and say it. its all about this fucking competition its all about how their relationship is supposed to be all competing its all about how the love they shared in the last cycle was ruined at a music competition in highschool its all about well maybe maybe this time it will turn out different. there is just something so overwhelming for both of them AND me with them feeling like they are fated to be together but doomed to repeat a cycle that will never allow them to be.

and literally like everything i learn about pran and pat’s like shared history makes me evil. everything is so much. the fact they used to have a cans on a string to talk and pat’s kept it still despite pran being gone for 3 years and just threw it thru his window bcuz pran wldnt pick up his calls. pat keeping pran’s guitar safe all these years and waiting to give it back to him to see if he missed it missed playing wanted it back (easily read as if pran missed him missed what they had wanted him back). pat trying to make pran a guitar pick out of his student id and when pran wouldnt let him making it out of his own bcuz he really didnt want pran to get hurt (and it specifically being of his face which is just :|). pran’s repeated jealously over the same girl with pat, the flashback of him being so !!! when pat was like i’ll see you there and him getting that second drink only to hand both away to the first person he sees bcuz pat is in with her and he wasnt waiting specifically for pran like he had hoped. etcetc.

and then with ink... there is something that is just so much about her being introduced to be a point of conflict giving pran a bracelet she wanted to give him back then before he moved away and also having given pat one years ago so now they have matching ones with little 'p' charms followed by pran asking her if she liked pat and her saying no and that hes just a friend like pran and when she asks if pran wanted to know so he could hit on her and he avoids answering and struggles to find a reason as to why he wouldnt want to hit on her as an excuse because he cant just. come out and say why without having to truly confirm that he’s gay and has feelings for pat (which. basically happens at the end of this ep to himself. kms)

and the. god the ending of ep 4. i feel like shit!!! i really do!!! like them both asking if the other likes ink and pran is obviously so worried about the answer but so is pat and pran really thinks that the reason pat is worried is the same reason that pran is but the countdown happens and pran says no while pat says yes and pran just. seems so devastated. and then pat goes on to try and ask that if pran was her if he would like him and pran is like no you dont have good qualities why would i.

and then pat starts listing off things he's done for pran, rather than things that are just good about himself in general (which is like dude. cmon. even if pat doesnt really realize he wants to know if pran as himself would like him bcuz well. ur in love with him and u want him to like you back) and he keeps pushing it while pran is having flashbacks from highschool to present of all those moments and his eyes are glassy and pat is pushing and pushing would you like me would you like me and pran just goes i... hate you. and turns around

and for a moment it seems like pat is heartbroken bcuz for a second he really thought he would get the answer he wanted to hear much like pran before but he snaps back so fast and starts going like okay dude so mean<3 and says 'even i like myself' (which, arough bcuz pran very obviously hates himself and a handful of it stems from everything that has happened surrounding pat bcuz hes the one who has been punished the most by it all. i have a lot of thoughts about it obvi and im suffering) and then after a few seconds pran turns back around to look at pat and he's literally. you can see he started crying and then he covers his face to keep crying.

it sucks it sucks!!! he really thought for a moment that pat felt the same way back and then it felt like he was being mocked and he feels stupid and heartbroken bcuz for pran, the cycles of fated love and doom that come with his feelings towards pat is a one sided thing. its always completely his fault in his mind bcuz again, he's the one who's always losing. he had to move away, he's the one who's in love with him, he's the one who's misreading signals, he's the one who's like this while pat is just living his life and pran is what is causing all the problems bcuz the problem is and always will be pran's one sided feelings for pat. even if its like not true really, thats what is and always has been true to pran and i feel like shit and i wanna scream.

this is like probably incomprehensible nonsense i am just constantly full of feelings and thoughts about the cycles and fate and love and doom and my homosexual bestie pran.

#screaming crying throwing up i cant deal with this. sorry this is all fucking nonsense i prommy i actually have good thoughts on things #simply bcuz i am so cool and sexy but im also adhd and crazy. but im done for now. #god pran babygirl im gonna get u some thearpy and a psycharist #bad buddy the series #for my tagging purposes srysry #isaac drama posting hours

[bubsdolan]

Hiii so this is a suuuper sensitive topic and it’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable writing about it, but my one year anniversary of my r*pe is next week and I was wondering if you could write something w gray? Maybe just friends but they both know there’s feelings there but reader is scared cause, in my case, my first ever date w a guy was w the man who a**aulted me & it’s also been my one s*xual experience and I’m scared of men lmaooo it’s ok if you can’t tho I’ll luv u always and no matter what <3

{baby, having spoken to you privately and having you open up to me the way you did, i hope you know how strong you are. how brave and so incredibly special i know you are. thank you for trusting me and putting all your faith in me to deliver something that you can use to help you cope in a way. i love you and im here whenever you need🍒 sorry it’s so late}

{trigger warning- sexual assault}

you had been keeping yourself to yourself all day, avoiding calls and texts from everyone closest to you as you harboured your deeper most inner feelings that often send your mind spiralling out of control. your demons working a mile a minute as you relive the events that unfortunately occurred a year ago today. a secret you had yet to tell anyone, in fear of not being believed or for how people could potentially perceive you.

it was the year anniversary of the day you got sexually assaulted after your first ever date with a guy you forced yourself to forget the name off. all memories of him were erased besides the feeling of his dirty, unconsensual hands on your body. the face of a devil hovering over you maliciously as you begged and pleaded with him to let you go. you never truly recover from that sort of trauma and over the last few days, the feeling of dread and fear had slowly been creeping its way back into your life where it didn’t belong.

you were meant to be spending the evening with your best friend, grayson. you both made a pact at your naive age of 14, that once a week you would both go out and do something spontaneous. a pact you both refuse to break serval years later, wanting to make the most of what life has to offer. but in your state of mind, there was nothing worse than putting on a brave face, especially for someone who could read you like a book, and lying to yourself and others around you about how you were really feeling.

although grayson dolan was your childhood bestfriend, and at times your only companion, your relationship was more than that. it was deeper and held a different spark than when you were kids. you were the happiest when with grayson, something about being around him made you feel at ease, at peace with yourself and most importantly safe. you har a flirty relationship, always cuddling when watching movies, being quite handsy with each other any chance you could, but you both were to scared to push the boundariesof anything more- you more than grayson.

you were getting ready to wallow away in the comfort of your bed, surrounded by snacks and your favourite netlfix shows as you needed an escape. you needed to escape the prison of your own mind, as well as the world around you. however, you were pulled back into reality at a startling knock at your door. a knock you knew all too well.

coming face to face with gryson, the one face you needed to see but also feared in this moment, you sigh in defect and reluctantly let him inside your apartment. you could instantly see his face relax at the sight of you. after not answering any of his calls and texts for serval hours, he was starting to panic, his mind running away with thoughts of something bad happening to you. he couldn't live without you and the very notion of it made his heart bleed.

“bubba-” you melt at the nickname reserved for grayson and grayson alone. he was so blindly unaware of the affect he had on you, that even something as simple as a term of endearment coming from his lips, was enough to set you into a pool of your own tears. 

grayson is by your side in seconds, slamming the door with his foot as he holds you in his embrace- an embrace you needed now more than ever. he’s shushing your whimpers, running his fingers tips through the ends of your hair as he rocks you back and fourth with his body. he lets you cry, his heart breaking at the sound, wanting nothing more to take away your hurt and pain, although not knowing the real cause behind it. 

you collect yourself, whipping your bloodshot eyes to try and hide any signs you were weak, but grayson knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew something was deeply wrong, but in his mind, he came up with the conclusion that it had something to do with him. his suspicious only growing when you push him away, creating a painful distance between the two of you as you wrap your arms around your body in protection. from what- you didn't know, grayson was and always will be your protection.

a sigh leave yours lips the minute you see grayons face drop, his lips setting into a devastating frown. his eyes welling up with his own tears at the thought of you not wanting him anymore. you were pushing him away without realising it and it broke him. “why are you here, grayson?

“im here for you, bubba. you weren't answering any of my calls or texts, i was worried about you.” grayson steps closer in hope you would drop your facade, in hopes you would run into his arms and live the happily ever after you both crave and deserve.

“im fine. you can go now. please.” your voice cracks slightly and yet again you take a few steps back, holding your hands in front of your body as an attempt to stop graysons movements coming any closer to you.

“what are we y/n? one minute you want me and the next you can’t stand to be near me. now your completely shutting me out. if i did something wrong please- please tell me. i cant handle the silence, the tears, the absence. im right here, you have me- all of me. but you gotta let me in.” 

at his confession, a confession you have longed to hear, you’re breaking. sobs raking over your body for the second time tonight that tells grayson this is bigger than him. 

“im scared, gray, im so fucking scared. im terrified of letting you in because the last guy i did, he- he.” you break down in his arms. not having to go into detail about the trauma you’ve faced because grayson is doing what he does best and protecting you. leading you to sofa, lifting you onto his lap so your legs are straddling his hips. you cry into the crock of the his neck, his arms securely fastening around your waist as he lets you burn out all of all the tears you needed to cry.

“did he hurt you?”

no answer. your eyes shifting uncomfortably from his face to his lap. your fingers fiddling with his shirt as you try your best to avoid his question. one that would open up a can of worms you weren’t sure he was ready for.

“did he lay a finger on you, baby, please i need to know what happened so i can help you. i lo- i care about you and i hate seeing you in pain.” you can hear the hurt and desperation in grayson’s voice, something you wished to never hear or be the cause of again. 

and so you tell him, everything. from the talking stage with your abuser, to the events before and after your assult. you can feel his body tense beneath your own as the words leave your lips. he wanted to kill the arsehole for laying a finger on his girl, for betraying your trust and breaking such a beautiful creature, ripping the life and soul from you. but more importantly- he was angry at himself for not seeing the signs sooner. for not noticing the way you flinch whenever he or another male trys to touch you, or how you cower into a shell of a human whoever someone raises their voice at you. he was beating himself up mentally at how he wasnt there to protect you, to love you and stop any harm coming your way like he promised 14.

grayson sits in silence, staring ahead at the wall, taking in every piece of information you share. his arms tighten around you body, his jaw locked and body tense as his eyes shoot with rage. he’s keeping himself calm for your sake. the feeling of you wrapped safely in his arms is the only thing stopping him for not hunting down that bastarrd and ending his life. you ground him.

grayson heard enough, your words eating him alive, not able to listen to the tragic events an angel was put through. and before you know it, his lips are on yours. a sweet sensual kiss that takes you by surpirse but has you kissing back almost instantly. this was everything you needed, everything you hoped and dreamed of, but once again your mind and self deprecation took over. you pull away, breathlessly. leaning your forehead agasint graysons as he brings one hand to rub soothly across your cheek bone, eyes burning into each other’s as you silently confess what should have been said a long long time ago. 

“consider this my spontaneous adventure of the week but i love you, y/n, more than i could ever love anyone. and i swear to you, hand on heart, i will never let anyone hurt you again. s’got you, baby. it’s me and you forever, till the end of time- fuck i- i need to kiss you again.” grayson interrupts his ramble, leaning forward to peck your lips once, twice, three times as he becomes addicted to the taste of you. so high off the love everyone knew you shared so each other but took the pair of you longer to admit.

“please don't hurt me.” you whisper, the words rolling off your tongue before you fam stop tjem. just needing the reassurance that grayson will live up to all your expeditions, even exceed them. but also that  history won’t be repeating itself.

“baby, cross my heart hope to die, id never lay a finger on you in that way. you’re safe with me, y/n, always have been, always will be.”

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[woogyu]

Funny Drabble Game

Drabble Prompts; fluff | angst | funny (when requesting PLEASE add which prompt list it is from)

Can have up to 3 prompts per request + can send multiple requests.

They will all be written for fem reader. I’m very sorry about this, it is just because of what I know/have experience in writing.

Please format requests as follows; funny member prompt # or #s.

ex. funny member #12 + #15

ex. funny florist!member x student!reader #14

Send your requests/asks: here

~ prompts under the cut ~

crossed out = don’t request, usually for when I’ve gotten tired of a specific prompt coming up too often or I don’t like it

Drabble Prompts [credit; https://justforshitsandcackles.tumblr.com ]

“You’re such a fun drunk.”

“Since my dog likes you then i guess i like you.”

“Tell them to fuck off.”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I want to strangle you 99% of the time.”

“Could you not suck for five minutes?”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“Well thats tragic.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“You are actually insane!”

“I think you’re actually satan.”

“It’s like -50 degrees in here.”

“Laugh at my jokes! They’re funny and you know it!”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when i kick your ass!”

“Don’t let one of them electrocute themselves or something.”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“Do you find this amusing, fuck face?”

“Holy shit! That thing is huge!”

“Don’t kink shame me.”

“I hope i’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“I just cleaned that!”

“Don’t get sassy with me!”

“What do you have behind your back?”

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

“Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more.”

“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

“Bite me.” “If you insist.”

“Im not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend/boyfriend.”

“Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”

“You snuck into my room, at 4am..to cuddle?”

“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring..i-i was looking at something behind you!”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Define normal.”

“Do i get bonus points if i act like i care?”

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and i don’t speak english.”

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”

“And you wonder why you’re single.”

“Remind me to kill you. Please.”

“I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

“She’s crazy. and just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, theres a crazy underground garage.”

“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”

“My middle finger salutes you.”

“I don’t think i could ever stab someone. I mean, lets be honest, i can barely get the straw in the capri sun.”

“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how i feel.”

“Somebodys cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

“All due respect but thats a bunch of crap.”

“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

“What did i tell you about calling him/her the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

“I’m not weird. I’m limited edition.”

“If history repeats itself, i am so getting a dinosaur.”

“You seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before?”

“Even when we were kids, i always kicked your ass!”

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

“Do i regret it? Yes. Would i do it again? Probably.”

“You’re going to burn in a very special level in hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers, and people who talk at the theater.”

“I’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”

“Sometimes i question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

“Why should we date?” “Because we’re attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie.”

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

“You’ve successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”

“Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

“Wow somebody needs a happy meal.”

“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”

“I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. give me a drink.”

“Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

“I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but…no.”

“If you pull out my earphones, i will pull out your lungs.”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”

“I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”

“My ex? Yeah id still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.”

“Such big evil in such a little thing.”

“For the love of fuck.” “Yep, thats me. i love to fuck.”

“Are you ready to go?” “Yeah. let me grab my machete.” “We’re going to sephora. no machetes needed.”

Clears throat seriously, “Yas bitch.”

“No road trip is complete without the snacks. So go in there and buy everything you can fit in a tiny cart.”

“I’m all for making you miserable by being insufferable, but unfortunately i have things to do today.”

“Come on, you can help me make conspiracy theories. If you make an especially good one, ill pay for dinner.”

“You know what? Why not? I haven’t ruined my life yet this week. Lets go.”

“Do these dark circles under my eyes say nothing to you about how i am doing?”

“If i didn’t know you better, id say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”

“What are you talking about? Im hilarious!”

“Duct tape? Duct tape is not going to fix this!”

“What did you think? That you were going to fight him?”

“You’re blocking the view.” “I am the view.”

“Why are you on the floor?” “Tying my shoe.” “You’re wearing rain-boots.”

“Cant stop me from slaying!”

“Close your eyes and imagine it, all the dogs in the world.”

“Be careful, he’s so sweet you might get diabetes.”

“Would you reconsider if i was sober?”

“Stop running i’m wearing flip flops!”

“Why are you holding your boobs?”

“I wouldn’t call it stalking, more like far distance admiring.”

“You need to stop making her laugh! you’re ruining her makeup!”

“I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification from just staring at him if i try hard enough.”

“I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.”

“I’m either in the mood for french fries or to rip someone’s head off. Hmmm. decisions, decisions.”

“If you’re not out of the shower in the next five minutes, i’m going to cut your fucking hair off to make your life quicker.”

“No, i will not dress up as a chicken.”

“I never told my extended family that we broke up, and now they want to know when you’re coming over for dinner again.”

“I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”

“One more sound and i swear to-”

“Sometimes when (name) texts me, i just pretend they didn’t so i don’t have to respond.”

“You gave our pigeon boyfriend the wrong beans!”

“If i’m like 50 and still single, ill marry you because tax benefits.”

“Please, never have children.”

“I know its like 11pm, but i’m on my way to your house with nacho fries.”

“Sometimes i wish i was gay so i wouldn’t have to deal with all these dumbass boys.

“You know, would’ve been nice if you told me your whole ass family was coming to this dinner! I look like a troll.”

“Im going to the party to pet the dog, no thanks drugs.”

“I hope in college i get some excuse to deck him. Maybe with a bottle or something, ill wing it and be like “oops, sorry shithead, my hand slipped.”

“What is this shit…i’m just trying to graduate.”

“Ooo, i sense attitude in your tone.”

“Guess who only got two hours of sleep? Me, lol, i’m gonna die.“

“I’m gonna strangle you.” “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Superheroes aren’t allowed in my house, especially after they’ve destroyed my living room. go away.”

“oh you’re coming. even if i have to drag you through the snow in your pajamas.”

“i swear you’re gonna end up getting like botox in your tits or something.” “well i mean-” “whAT DO YOU MEAN?!”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen drabble game #seventeen funny #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #svt #seventeen requests

[littleeyesofpallas]

You know who was really cool in Bleach and doesn’t get a lot of love? Dordoni Alessandro Del Socaccio. He’s just got so much going on with his design that I absolutely love, but I think a lot of it is easy to miss in his fleeting appearance(s).

The most obvious is his devilish and classic villainous hair, taken from classic “el diablo” aesthetic, but is itself taken from various depictions of the character Mephistopheles.  But it plays right into Kubo’s Spanish language gimmick with the Arrancar.  His appearance as the start of the real Los Noches fight marathon for team Ichigo was also a real “Welcome to Hell” moment for upping the stakes on this new conflict.

His kind of laughably long name btw isn’t random, it’s a reference to classic American actors and their typecast role of The Latin Lover that was prevalent in the 1930s-40s.  It was basically the film adaptation of the literary “tall dark and handsome” trope, epitomized in Spanish, Mexican, and sometimes Italian foreigners; smoldering, passionate macho seducers.

It wasn’t actually meant to be a particularly harmful character type originally, but taking the creative reigns on “male lover” character writing away from the women pining for him, and putting it into the hands of men who were prone to being existentially threatened by him, resulted in them being morphed into predictably moralizing cautionary tales against white american women fucking darkskinned foreigners… because that’s just what this shit always turns into…  

Anyway…  Point being is that some of the big names in this type were men like Rudolph Valentino, Ramon Novarro, and Gilbert Roland, all of which were working names for the silver screen.  Their actual names were, Rodolfo Alfonso Raffaello Pierre Filiberto Guglielmi di Valentina d'Antonguella,  José Ramón Gil Samaniego, and  Luis Antonio Dámaso de Alonso, respectively.

Then there’s his flamboyant posing, his high collar, chest pulling at the “buttons” of his uniform, tasseled sleeves, long hip sash (i don’t know why Kubo chose the weird fluffy looking fabric for it tho…) and his metal plated shoes(some sort of combat tap shoes) all of which pull from Flamenco dancing.  Although the posing isn’t used very accurately the broad sweeping arm motions and the fingers together hand gesture make the reference pretty clear.

Then there’s his Resurreccion, which I’ve talked about before, but it bears repeating…  The name Giralda is the Spanish word for “weathercock” a weathervane obviously shaped like a rooster.  It’s why his release cry is “whirl” and his Resurreccion is bunch of whirling tornadoes with bird beaks, and the spinning motion is also a reference to the Flamenco dancing again.  But there’s more!  The rooster theme is also spun into a reference to cockfighting, which is frankly kind of a broad reaching practice but has some notable history in Spain, by proxy Mexico via colonialism, and Thailand.

I mention Thailand because Dordoni’s kick-based fighting style seems to have some strong kickboxing and/or muay thai influence behind it.  The cockfight theme generally falls back on kicking because, obviously, roosters fight largely with their talons, often equipped in cockfights with razors to expedite fights. (Pokemon knows what im talking about)  But the muay thai fighting style is also known for its use of elbows and knees, and that lines up with the Flamenco high knee poses already in use for Dordoni.  It’s a super fun mix of aesthetics, and a really fun way to turn Dordoni into a dance fighter.

And then just as a tiny little cherry on top, when Ichigo kind of earns the respect of Dordoni and Dordoni tells Ichigo to leave while he handles the Exequias, we get a little Spanish bullfighter tossed in there!

He’s really just got such a cool character design going for him, and Kubo clearly put a lot of careful thought and bits of research into it.  It’s more than he seems to put into a lot of side characters, so it’s kind of a shame that I don’t think that effort gets particularly recognized, and he’s not exactly a fan favorite.  He feels to me almost like Quilge does to the Sternritter, where if someone had to be THE poster child for their faction, it’d be them.

#Kubo Tite #Bleach #Arrancar #Espada #Privaron Espada

[n3s0]

hi i’m going to discuss the doomsday war streams and overall the conclusion of what i’d consider season 3 of the dream smp because hyperfixation go brrrrr 

(for clarity sake: season 1 is from when l’manberg defects from the dream smp to when wilbur decides to host an election. season 2 is from swag2020 vs pog2020 to the manberg vs pogtopia war on nov 16th. season 3 is from the start of tubbo’s presidency to the jan 6th doomsday war.) 

tldr: i definitely think the cc’s can look on what happened this season and improve greatly. that’s not to say this wasn’t a good season, there are a lot of things they’ve improved since season 1, but there are also things they can improve on in the future. this season was lacking a connecting thread or goal and it made it feel disjointed and left character’s in limbo. a way to fix that could be either scripting the story more strictly, fixing communication problems and/or making the plot into more self contained but slightly overlapping stories.

i think my biggest problem with this season was the fact that it felt so disjointed. one of the best things about the first season is the consistent plot line: l’manberg is trying to win independence. you had eret’s betrayal, dream’s tyranny, wilbur and tommy’s whole dynamic, and an underlying subplot with the disc war, but it all ultimately connected to l’manberg’s fight for independence. it’s what makes the first season so good and that kind of consistent plot is missing in this season. 

even the second season had the main plot of taking back manberg. there was wilbur’s insanity, but that tied back to the elections. there was tension between tubbo and tommy, but it tied back to the elections. even the badlands tied back to bad, ant, skeppy, and sam deciding they’re done with manberg AND pogtopia and deciding to stoke the fire. it all tied back and character’s had weeks to slowly develop with the setting. 

this season you had techno retiring, ghostbur reconciling with fundy, tubbo’s presidency, whatever was going on with schlatt and quackity?, george is king?, el rapid mexican l’manberg that whole thing, tommy’s exile, el rapids fighting dream smp/eret’s kingship?, the butcher army, techno UNretiring and teaming with tommy, tommy using techno to get his discs back, techno using tommy to destroy l’manberg, the prison, the bloodvines, and probably more im forgetting. there was a LOT going on, even techno and wilbur have ooc acknowledged this. and in my opinion it was just too much. character’s weren’t given enough time to develop naturally and the pacing had to go fast enough to fit all the plot into it, leaving little time for the character’s relationships to develop with the plot. 

most notably this is a problem with character’s like niki, fundy, ranboo (though not too bad with his character) and eret. eret had worked hard on a redemption arc and then had to go back to being king because george didn’t want to be involved (then changed his mind which...okay) which really fucked up all of the development he spent a LOT of time on during the second season. niki had to jump from siding with tubbo and tommy against wilbur’s insanity to suddenly tubbo’s president and her character just...can’t know that wilbur is dead for some reason? and now she needs content so she has to scrap together an anti-hero plot for herself. fundy’s works a little better i feel, with his lowkey insanity arc he’s having as of now, but the problem with him is he didn’t get enough lowkey plot moments to show his character’s devolution from neglected to vengeful. ranboo was thrown head first into the plot and while he’s doing an AMAZING job of keeping himself afloat, he just hasn’t had enough time to make his character’s mental decline seem believable, at least to me. not enought has happened to his character for it to work out, due to pacing. all of these character’s are AMAZING concepts but the fact that they feel so inconsistent can be related back to the fact that there really wasn’t any time given to let character’s slowly develop and change, and instead they had to cram all of their character development into the first 30 mins of a plot important stream.

and i will offer a counterargument here of the fact that season 3 is when wilbur’s writing stopped and also was when it really started catching a large audiences’ interest. so naturally more people wanted to be involved and due to the nature of the way this story is told, where each character is an actual CC who needs content and can’t just be a background support character, there HAS to be a lot going on for everyone to get their slice. and i think that’s the ultimate downfall of using this medium to tell a story. you NEED those background characters, the characters that don’t have to be 3 dimensional, the characters that don’t need to be there for everything and get their lines in. so i can’t fault them for having a clunky story when it has to be that way to be fair. 

ultimately i still really enjoy the story, and i hope this doesn’t sound too nitpicky. it’s downfall, of everyone having to be an important character, is also what makes it so good! don’t like the “main character”? go watch someone else, who’s the main character of their own POV of the story. every single character is incredibly complex and has their own unique set of motivations, goals, and traits. it works really well with the running theme of history, and how not only does it repeat itself through miscommunication and ignorance but also how the opinion on events changes from who’s telling the story. the fact that you can tell every CC genuinely cares about their character also really does show in the acting and writing and just everything about the server and story. the flaws of the story are very easy to look over because of just how much time and care all of them put into this server and it really helps the story. an okay story written by passionate people with always be better than an amazing one written by apathetic storywriters; and the smp’s story is definitely more than just okay, at least to me. 

i didn’t want to write this just to complain and then offer no solution, so i do have a few ideas on how i’d like to see this fixed or at least improved. they actually already somewhat do this, but i feel like they could start breaking up the plot more. similarly to how there was the bloodvines plot going on at the same time as tommy’s exile plot, i feel like they could take a chunk of say 5-10 members and they each have their semi-contained plot. especially with l’manberg now destroyed, the thing that way tying a lot of the members together, it would be easier to do this. there can be connecting threads through the stories, like how tubbo and fundy would see the bloodvines or bad would visit tommy in exile, but ultimately not every character has to be involved in everyone else’s story. 

say you have tubbo, tommy, quackity, fundy, ghostbur, and dream for one plot of trying to get the discs back and making dream revive ghostbur. at the same time you can have techno, phil, ranboo, dream, and sam dealing with the prison and techno or someone being put in the prison with dream manipulating ranboo through his memories. bad, ant, sam, puffy, and skeppy can continue with the egg. eret, fundy, niki, and ghostbur work through the trauma they’ve gained from everything with l’manberg and their interpersonal relationships. similarly to how karl is doing the tales of the SMP right now, these storylines are self contained but characters can overlap and therefore so can relationships. 

my other solution would honestly be to just work on the seemingly lack of communication. make sure everyone is getting the content they need (with people having to understand that not everyone is going to get the animatic worthy lines every stream, and not everyone gets to play a huge part in each event.) however this entails having a much more concrete script, which highkey removes the charm of the smp. it also means that inevitably someone is going to not be getting good content, or content at all, and that’s not fun or good for anyone. ultimately i’d like to see an improvement on the communication for the plot (niki feeling excluded, george and eret not being told about important events, communicating when people are trying to have genuine canon important speeches and not BMing them (cough cough tubbo at niki about her taxes cough cough techno during tubbo and tommys reunion)) and that doesn’t necessarily have to mean a fully fleshed out script. 

in the end, what everyone on this server has managed to do with this storyline is something that’s genuinely impacted me! it’s opened my eyes to new ways stories can be told and this fandom is the first big one i’ve been in since probably fucking voltron or homestuck in the mid-2010s. i love what the CCs have managed to do, and while i think this was a healthy amount of criticism for the story i in no way want to demean just how much passion and effort the CCs put into this server. none of these people are professional story writers or actors so the amount of talent we’ve seen is astonishing. this is simply me expressing what i think the problems are, because every story has problems, especially one that’s being made with such a unique medium like improv roleplay streaming. if you have anything you wanna add please feel free to add to this post or reply! i’d love to see :) thank you for reading if you made it this far lmao

#posts #dream smp #mcyt #mcytblr #doomsday war #jan 6th stream

[beetlelands]

im just gonna post some of these back to back bc why not. this draft is from october 2019 and is aptly titled “ruh roh ghost lad." but this is the one where beej gets stuck as a ghost in the maitland-deetz house

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With a poof, Beetlejuice was on the roof of the Maitland-Deetz house. He groaned, opening his eyes. “Where am I?” He questioned quietly, looking around the area. He was quick to recognize his destination. “Wait what no, how did I get here? God/Satan please send me back,” he muttered to himself. He tried his best to teleport himself away, but he couldn’t go anywhere. He tried to fly away but ended up on Saturn so he was quick to fly back to the roof.

Beetlejuice sunk down to his knees, begging to god/satan- or perhaps the person who sent him there in the first place.

“Dammit!” he shouted in frustration, slamming his hand down on the tiling of the roof.

He heard the window begin to rattle as it was being opened. Muttering a string of curses to himself, Beetlejuice teleported himself to the other side of the roof, hiding. He heard the familiar voice of Barbara Maitland say “I told you there’s nothing out here honey, stop being so paranoid.” With that the window shut once more.

Beetlejuice sighed, slumping down the side of the chimney. He was trapped in the plane of the Maitland/Deetz house. The place he was killed- not that he was still salty about that or anything. He refused to believe he was a simple ghost. He was still a demon- he had to be- maybe he was just trapped.

That’s when an idea struck him- he needed to see Lydia. If she said his name three times, he could return to the living plane like before. Sure, it might be hard to get her to say his name, but the two of them were BFFFFs forever. She had to help him, it was his only choice. He needed to get out of there and Lydia was his ticket home.

Begrudgingly, Beetlejuice floated down to Lydia’s room. The blinds were closed, so he knocked on the window. When she opened the blinds, he was out of sight. He phased through the wall and took a seat at the end of the bed. Beetlejuice watched as the girl narrowed her eyes, peering out the window. “Must’ve been a bird,” she shrugged before turning around to see none other than Lawrence Beetlejuice Shoggoth.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh c’mon Lyds, I know you missed me.” Beetlejuice teased, but the girl merely rolled her eyes, giving him a stern look. “Fine, I missed you- no okay even I didn’t believe that.”

She couldn’t help but smile a little at that, “You love me, don’t try to deny it.” The demon pretended to throw up, which caused Lydia to laugh but she was quick to stop herself. She regained the same serious tone she had earlier, “You know my family isn’t going to want you here.”

“But do you?” He asked, earning a confused look in return. “Lydia, do you want me to leave?”

“I don’t know, Beej. If I say, yes will you go?” The teen asked playfully.

“Nope! But get this- I won’t leave, because I can’t.”

“Wait what?” Lydia’s smug expression fell.

“I am trapped here just like dear old Adam and Barbara. You may wonder ‘how?’ and to that I say- I don't know! But I have an idea on how I might be able to leave, and that involves you, scarecrow. I need you to say my name three times and maybe, just maybe, I can get out of here.”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Well then, we just have to test it to find out.”

“Beetlejuice,” the demon clenched his fists in anticipation. “Beetlejuice,” he closed his eyes, preparing himself. “Beetlejuice,” Lydia finished off, watching intently to see what would happen.

The bio-exorcist stayed quiet for a little bit before opening one eye to examine if anything had happened. Groaning, he opened his other eye. “I don’t feel any different.” He tried using his demonic powers but nothing happened, well there were a bit of sparks (which caused Lydia to giggle a little at his failure). He tried teleporting but that was to no avail. “I don’t have my demon powers. I’m… not a demon.” Lydia was understandably shocked. For as long as she knew Beetlejuice he was a demon, she couldn’t even picture him as anything else. “I’m a ghost, Lydia! A fucking ghost!” He shouted angrily, slamming his fist down on her bed post. She shushed him, causing him to take a few deep breaths, “Okay, sorry, sorry. Gotta keep quiet so the fam doesn’t find me, I know.”

Lydia scrunched her nose in disgust at the word ‘fam’ but knew that wasn’t nearly as important as what Beetlejuice just revealed about himself. “How can you no longer be a demon? Is that even possible? And you said you’re trapped here? In that case, it doesn’t matter if you’re quiet or not. It’s not like you can hide forever. Plus, maybe Adam and Barbara can help get you back to normal. Is there a way to get you back to normal? What if-”

The ex-demon placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, causing her to look up at him. “I’ll be honest with you, I zoned out until you said Adam.”

The girl pushed his hand off her shoulder, “This is serious Beej. What if you’re trapped here forever like the Maitlands?”

“Then I’m trapped here forever with the Maitlands” he smirked.

Lydia scoffed, rolling her eyes. “There’s gotta be some reason you’re like this, and there has to be some way to get you back to the way you were.” Beetlejuice nodded in agreement. “First step to figuring this all out is to let everyone know what’s happening.”

She motioned for him to follow her. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Nope but it’s all we got.” She shrugged and he copied the action.

Beetlejuice put his hand on the door before she could open it. “Okay but what if we prank them?”

“You know I’m always down to spook my family, but they’re not gonna be happy that you’re here to begin with. So we should take things easy, don’t overwhelm them, y’know?” He groaned and muttered complaints under his breath as he moved his hand from the door.

Lydia led Beetlejuice downstairs. No one was in the living room, so she loudly screamed for a family meeting.

Charles bolted into the room, Delia excitedly following him. The Maitlands sank down from the ceiling, clearly stressed by the teen’s yelling.

“I can’t believe you called a family meeting, Lydia!” Delia said cheerfully, not noticing the ex-demon standing behind Lydia.

“Get away from her” Charles commanded, glaring angrily at Beetlejuice. Sure, they didn’t leave off on a bad foot, but he was not going to let history repeat itself. Delia flinched at his shouting before seeing who he was talking to.

“Oh c’mon, Chuck. Aren’t you happy to see your son-in-law?” Beej teased, earning death glares from all of the adults in the room. “Too soon?” He asked, feigning innocence. Lydia laughed at the inappropriate joke. “See this guy gets it” Beetlejuice smiled, nudging the teen.

Delia placed a hand on Charles’ arm, a silent plea for him to remain calm. Adam placed his arm out in front of Barbara. She looked to him and he shook his head. With a sigh, she backed down, holding onto her husband’s hand for her emotional stability.

“Beetlejuice is trapped here as a ghost like Barbara and Adam.” Lydia states, breaking the tension in the room. Confusion was plastered on the adults’ features.

“How?” Adam asked slowly, hesitantly.

“Good question, really good question. However, we don’t have a really good answer.” Beetlejuice verbally danced around the answer.

“What does that mean?” Charles furrowed his eyebrows.

“He doesn’t know how this all happened.” The teen clarified with a shrug. “I thought that maybe my resident ghost parents could help us figure out what happened to him.”

Barbara narrowed her eyes at the ex-demon, not buying his act. Adam, however, smiled softly and said, “Of course we’ll help, Lydia.”

“If you’re staying here, we’re gonna need to lay down some ground rules.” Charles stated, eyes locked on Beetlejuice.

He met his eyes with an almost wicked smile, “Of course, Chuck.”

Lydia groaned dramatically, “it’s not like he can do much. He’s a ghost now, not a demon.”

“Ghosts need boundaries too” Barbara retorted.

“I think the most obvious rule is that you cannot marry Lydia again.” Delia said, earning nods from the adults in the room.

Beetlejuice groaned, “how many times do I have to say that it was a green card thing!?! Even I’m not creepy enough to actually try to marry Lydia. She’s like 3!”

“I’m almost 16, Beej.” She rolled her eyes.

“Exactly you’re 3. Now quiet down tot, the grown ups are talking.” He teased. She stuck her tongue out at him and he stuck his out at her.

“You’re not one to talk about age Beetlejuice. You may be extremely old, but you’re less mature than Lydia.” Charles spoke snidely. Both the ex-demon and his daughter seemed offended by the statement.

“Rule number two: no pranks.” Adam spoke up, trying to change the subject.

“What? That’s not fair!” Beej protested at the same time Lydia asked “Have you met us?”

“The last time you two pulled pranks, you scared people to the point that the passed out!” Barbara explained.

“Just because a couple of cowards couldn’t take a scare, doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t be able to prank. Plus, That Beautiful Sound was a whole bop and our dance sequence was phenomenal.” Beetlejuice said defensively. Everyone except for Lydia gave him a confused look.

“Please don’t take away our pranks! We’ll tone them down, I promise.” Lydia bartered, giving both sets of parents puppy dog eyes.

Adam cracked first, then Delia, then Barbara. Charles didn’t crack until, with a frown, she muttered a quiet “please dad.”

“Okay fine. Rule number two is no big pranks. Just try not to do anything that will put yourself or others into harm’s way.” Charles amended.

“Rule three: don’t physically harass us, Beetlejuice.” Barbara said, crossing her arms sternly.

“Define physically harass…” BJ said furrowing his brows.

“Don’t grope or touch either of us inappropriately, don’t kiss us, and don’t make inappropriate jokes at our expense. I’m not just gonna take it this time.” Barbara said. Maitlands 2.0!

“Fair enough, Babs. But don’t pretend you didn’t like it.” He joked, earning the most terrifying look from Barbara. “Okay okay sorry, I was just kidding.”

Adam lightly rubbed his thumb in circles on Barbara’s hand, causing her to relax and saving Beetlejuice from her wrath.

“Rule four: no lashing out. In this house we try to maintain a calming aura, all matters can be solved through (calm) communication.” Delia smiled. Beetlejuice resisted to roll his eyes.

“I’d say the final rule is to not go into anyone’s bedroom unless you’re invited in. Snooping or just disturbing the peace is highly frowned upon, so just watch yourself. If any more rules are to be added in the future, you are expected to follow them as well.” Charles concluded.

“As you wish, Chuckles.” Beej said with a posh accent, bowing dramatically. Lydia giggled at his antics, but as usual, she was the only one to appreciate his jokes.

“We will leave you to figure out how all of this happened.” Delia stated with a soft smile, she lead Charles out of the room, and motioning for Lydia to follow. Hesitantly, she did. She mouthed to BJ that she’d be back in a bit.

“I don’t believe you.” Barbara said as soon as she heard the door down the hall close.

“What? What’s there to not believe? Wouldn’t you think I’d prefer to leave than stay somewhere where I’m clearly not wanted?”

“Well you weren’t exactly wanted the first time-“ Adam started, but was cut off by the ex-demon.

“I was selfish then. Goal oriented, if you will. I just wanted to be alive! But I’ve been down that track and seems like life just wasn’t meant for me. But here we are now, and I’m trapped with my killers.”

“Lydia is the one who stabbed you with bad art.” Adam stayed matter-of-factly.

“But you convinced me I was wanted. You kissed me.” He accused Adam. “And you flirted with me.” He pointed at Barbara. “You played to my senses to emotionally manipulate me! And you think I’m here by choice?”

Barbara frowned. He had left so confidently. There didn’t seem to be any hard feelings. But here they were. “Beetlejuice, I believe that you’re stuck here. I just meant that I didn’t believe you were telling the whole truth. But I’m sorry for what we did, we just wanted what was best for Lydia and that seemed like the only option.”

Beej took a breath, remembering Delia’s dumb rule. “What do you mean by you don’t believe I’m telling the whole truth?”

“You have to know how you got here.” Barbara said.

“Okay yeah fair enough. I’m pretty sure I know how and why I’m here but not how I can leave.”

“Wh- it was just that easy?” Adam asked. “All Barbara had to do was call you out?”

“The netherworld is full of paperwork

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and again, an abrupt ending! because past me sucked <3

#long post #draft #a work out of progress #straight up didn't edit this #breaking the fourth wall #beetlejuice fanfiction #not beetlelands this time lads #but it likely would’ve been #bc back in the day bestie had major beetlelands brain rot!! #tbh i don’t really ship it now #but you didn’t hear that from me #beetlejuice #barbara maitland #adam maitland #lydia deetz #charles deetz #delia deetz

[demonbloodhrt]

hi bestie can u share more of ur Gabriel thoughts bc I love him?? also are u a middle child bc that would make sense

akjdbskfbnsjdbs sure!! i dont have many gabriel thoughts but ill think some up for u <3 (also im an only child which i think might make even more sense)

gabriel is so compelling to me as a person who has always Known the only way i could every be happy was if i left my family behind and never looked back and i wonder for how long he knew that and when exactly he gathered himself enough to do it. bc if i remember being as young as 3 being like sigh too bad im not gonna see any of you again n i wonder how that might have been for a being that old.

also as a catholic school kid who literally named himself gabriel bc i loved the idea of an angel who got to talk to mary... thinking about the immaculate conception in the context of supernaturals very evil bloodline determinism canon is just so rife for conflict like...

[i went and wrote a mini fic about gabriel and mary and mary and the boys. what have you done to me??]

youre this archangel and youre in charge of The Big Job but you also think humans are very interesting n cool and you hang out with this lady and you become friends and shes so happy with the blessing you gave her but you know how much pain she will be in, how many sorrows will pierce her heart, how young her son will have to die and how meaningless it will be with how fickle youve seen your father to be and you just wanna tell her "run!!!" you wanna ask her "how can you stand it?" you wanna tell her "your family is cursed" and "im so sorry. you should've had an ordinary life" you wanna say "you're too good for us" and then she becomes like the big lady in heaven and you love her so much and you're so happy shes home with you but now shes just one more thing youre gonna leave behind. shes another reminder of how good heaven can be if you just find it in yourself to love it more than yourself, more than your flesh and blood. how would mary feel about gabriel leaving? what of the gaping wound of losing the last person who saw you as a person and not a role, who understood you to be a miracle all on your own? even for someone who had such faith, who cherished the role she was given. what would that be like?

mind u in my mind mary coming to heaven wouldve been something akin to wendy arriving in neverland and all the lost boys clamoring for a mother and... shes happy. but shes also just a woman. and gabe sees that. he just wanted a friend, and god help her so did she.

and how did he feel hearing about another mary with another baby that was destined to suffer for humankind and bring her along for the ride? how did he feel about the way heaven outsourced the job to fucking cupids and never even cared enough to have someone ASK HER if she was willing, if she understood the enormity of what was about to happen to her, to give her peace and tell her she was blessed among women. would he feel pulled to her? would he try to warn her? tell this mary at least that she should run, give her other options, tell her their families are cursed, that he can hide her, that shes too good for heaven. that they all are.

did he want to ask her to come with him, fake her death and hide away?

did he want to come in through the window in the middle of the night and take that baby?

for how long do you think he wanted to reach out, to take those boys in hand, fake their deaths and hide them somewhere no one could ever find them but he just didnt feel like he could ever attempt a family after he couldnt even keep his? how many times do you think he cried for mary, his mary, because she could do this. she could raise those boys and take whatever happened to them as martyrdom and not murder. shed been there before and she could do it. they could do it. they could make their own heaven and no one would know.

at what point did his resentment at himself, at watching history repeat itself much worse this time turn into resentment at sam and dean for not just giving up the way he learned one must?

#CATHOLIC SCHOOL DID NOT AFFECT ME AT ALL #IM NAMED GABRIEL FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON

[teethands]

FF HEADCANON LIST

CRACKS KNUCKLES these are all imported from google docs bc thats where ive been keeping all my thoughts :] im not sure if theres any repeat HCs in here and im sorry if someones got to me before i have but these all came from my own brain !!! these are all very miscellaneous HCs but they generally revolve around vivosaurs and revival. some of them are rather macabre so a solid CW warning here for mentions of dinosaur body horror and death. ALSO SPOILERS FOR FOSSIL FIGHTERS 1 AND 2 BUT MOSTLY 2 LETS GO

modern boneysaurs/zombiesaurs

i think it is entirely possible to replicate a boney/zombiesaur outside of whatever sorcery zongazonga used to resurrect them in the first place. i think its relatively well known undead vivosaurs are a direct result of ZZ and his ancient tournament, and although zombiesaurs are usually claimed to be used in such tournaments most often, i think boneysaurs are just a variant of that but where less used due to weakness and general incompatibility. theyre all undead vivosaurs. thats it. on to the meat of this headcanon, boney/zombiesaur resurrection: i think zombiesaurs could be the result of attempting to revive a deceased vivosaur, while boneysaurs might be caused by man or machine malfunction while reviving a fossil. i think this might be an interchangeable effect: zombiesaurs might emerge from resurrections, and boneysaurs might emerge from revivals, although altogether i think this entire phenomenon is extremely rare. fossil revival goes entirely against the laws of nature and thus, nature must step in at some points to attempt to stop the process, although common fossil park high-tech machinery probably stops most instances like this from happening. boneysaurs emerging from failed revivals are almost always the cause of very poor cleaning, (maybe attempting to revive a heavily damaged, failed fossil head?) or outdated/unkempt fossil revival machinery. boney/zombiesaurs were so common in ZZ’s time because of such poor methods of revival. at some point during a “doomed” fossil revival, the skin and flesh of the vivosaur its supposed to resemble never quite “renders” in. the skin is registered and stitched together, but only holds the bones in place with an unknown black substance, leaving it void black in the same way a texture in a video game may just fail to load. presumably boneysaurs are almost always immediately dead in the revival chamber after the process is over due to lack of functioning organs, skin, etc, without some kind of support or magic. or maybe they are magic- every bad unnatural part of a revival machine fused into one being, and thats what allows them to live on. on the other hand, this could mean any type of boneysaur could emerge from any dinosaur- pterosaurs, therizinosaurs, raptors, maybe- maybe- just a thought, maybe even super revival vivosaurs could have this effect happen too. so, so rarely though. so rarely, its probably never even happened before in recorded vivosaur revival history. 

as for zombiesaurs- this phenomenon could happen when a recently deceased vivosaur is attempted revival. recently deceased, as in, undecayed flesh-still-in-tact. i imagine this happens much more often than boneysaurs- although, i dont think many people are trying to revive dead vivosaurs.

zombiesaurs, fresh from the revival chamber, are almost always damned and in pain, and serve as a reminder to fighters that the laws of nature can only be twisted so far, and they are best be put down. presumably no fossil cleaning facilities will allow a fighter to attempt to revive a dead vivosaur due to the danger and the frightening, disturbing nature of zombiesaurs. fossil damage + neon goo every fighter has encountered the bright purple (green in the OG FF) substance that appears during cleaning when a fossil is too damaged in one area. this material wouldnt be produced from the fossil itself, but rather generated by the fossil cleaning machinery when it detects damage within the bone, kinda like a 3D printer. this is why fossil cleaning is so meticulous, and why it has to be done in such specific conditions with heavy surveillance and a tight time limit. this prevents the vivosaur from having broken bones when it is revived- it is a bright, obvious substance, and it feels much like a warm, firm jelly with a hard, synthetic core that sews bones together. maybe its different in other regions, explaining the color difference amongst games. it is almost completely unnoticeable when the vivosaur is revived, nearly perfectly mimicking bone and flesh to prevent issues later on in the vivosaurs life. as good of a bone mimic as it might be, i think a very heavily damaged bone would still be a weak point during battle or an area of pain or irritation for the vivosaur. that is why it is best to clean your fossils as well as you can. maybe this goo is designed to be replaced with real bone by the vivosaurs body later in life, but i have yet to think about that too much. perhaps its soft enough to be destroyed and replaced by the body’s natural healing functions, but hard enough to act as bone? And perhaps thats why its best to let your vivosaur rank up (rest+heal) before taking them to battle. UNRELATED HEADCANON- GUHNASH COULD HAVE HAD A COOLER DESIGN. I DONT LIKE HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A TADPOLE. i have a vision in mind for a cooler guhnash redesign- i like the snake-ish look, but maybe he could be like. an infinitely long being. nobody knows where he starts or ends. a head at the front of an infinitely massive body that consumes everything, and nobody knows where the eaten planets goes. kinda like a jörmungandr-like being. idk i just think a “planet eater” with living brains should be more eldritch and god-like and mysterious. ANYWAYS vivosaur ecosystems? there is literally no way a vivo ecosystem wouldnt form. NO WAY. so many dinosaurs and seeing how OFTEN they are abandoned- refer to the opening scene of fossil fighters champions- it would not be any surprise feral vivosaurs wouldnt breed and form small ecosystems among themselves and around fossil parks. its not an uncommon sight to see pterosaurs flying overhead or sauropods munching on trees, although id bet theropods and more dangerous vivosaurs would have teams of park rangers to keep them under control. refer once again to FFC opening scene. this would explain the seemingly infinite amount of fossils in the dig sites, how you can find vivosaurs in only specific areas- although thats leading into a rather dark topic and i would rather not talk about it right now LOL i will leave that open to interpretation. jurassic park knock off SOME OTHER LITTLE MISC HCS TOO SHORT TO WRITE ENTIRE TOPICS ABOUT: because ZZ is a mix of boneysaur and zombiesaur and hes also an ancient sorcerer he smells fucking rank. so fucking bad. hes got maggots and shit hes only held together by magic but somehow he kicks ass. but hes fucking stinky so at what cost boneysaurs have no concept of feelings and arent really desirable as vivos and zombiesaurs only know rage and pain, also making them undesirable, for very very good reasons. they are taboo to talk about among fighters but most of the time they are only myths because of how rare they are feral vivosaurs dont have medals, only revived vivos do. that means they are standalone animals and they are also generally undesirable for fighters but they can still be tamed, if one wishes. theres way, WAY more fossil parks and dig sites than shown in the games. fossil battling is as well known and used as much as people love music and video games in the fossil fighters universe. vivosaurs are an essential part of society, although there is often controversy on the ethics of fossil battles and revival. pokemon knock off alright thats all i feel like typing for now thanks for reading this far lads. i love dinossuars. i wanna write some things on dinaurians but maybe later after ive introduced saar here :)

#thank u for reading #also moth i love u i know u where excited to read this but im not sure how well u can understadn !!!!!! GBDFHBGSDJ xoxoxoxo #im not very good at writing headcanons these are just my dino thots #dino thots? oh you mean dinaurians? #fossil fighters #fossil fighters champions #hcs #headcanons #vivosaur #boneysaur #zombiesaur #yeehaw

[habeascorpseus]

"wilbur if i have to go tomorrow, will you still be there to look after me when im alone?"

I don't know why, but this fucked me up way more than it should of. Imagine. You've just lost your family. You've fallen out with your best friend who you made president knowing that it would drive you apart. You're about to be exiled, just as things were looking up for you. You have no one to rely on except for a kid who showed up less than a week ago, who knows nothing about the history of the country and how dangerous this situation is. You're watching history repeating itself, and no one seems to notice. Then along comes the ghost of your older brother, all the trauma gone, all the worries and sadness put behind him. He's not perfect- he hardly ever was in life, either- but he's kind. Looks at you with all the joy and affection you missed from before the founding of your nation. Helps you with your pranks, doesn't give you the look of dissapointment that tubbo does every time you get caught. it's... Nice. Almost enough to pretend that he's the true wilbur, not whoever blew up your fucking home. When you ask him to help you brew not-apology drugs for tubbo, he goes along with it without hesitation. Teaches you with patience and a fair bit of teasing as you struggle through making Swiftness. He dissappears for a bit, before returning to tell you he's ruined the surprise, and you're pissed for a split second (he knows how important this is! How dare he ruin the surprise-) before seeing him burst into laughter at successfully pranking you. When the time comes to give tubbo the surprise, he's supportive, watching as your... friend..? zooms around the square. It still doesn't seem like enough, though, as he immediately begins gossiping about you. So you leave, and the ghost of your older brother trails next to you, quietly concerned. He offers you Blue, saying it will help you feel better. It doesn't, but the company does, as you climb up the tower you made so long ago in the first revolution. Wilbur is with you there, as always, and you wonder if he'll be there still if you're exiled. You don't want to be alone. You don't think you can handle being alone. So you ask him, voice quiet, pleading. You watch him smile as he looks away from L'manburg, and back at you.

"I'll follow you, wherever you think we should go," he says.

And for the first time in a very, very, long time, you trust him for his word.

#dream smp #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #OOF