#maybe i lost it with the brain damage idk

[decompose1]

i. i avoided watching the springy episode for a WHILE because like. the amount everyone was shitting on it was horrible. it like genuinely ruined any passion i had in ii for a while because it was nonstop. you'd think they SHOT Cabby with the reactions. and then i watch it and it's like. eye-rolly at worst. what am i missing

#speaking as someone with brain damage and major memory loss #idk? maybe i'm biased because i came in with the knowledge that they fix it up the next ep?? but i feel lost???? #there IS a difference between ''well-intentioned but missed the mark and looks bad'' vs ''genuine egregious acts of ableism'' #you made it sound like the second. it was the first #anyways it was a cool ep otherwise #it felt very ''mascot horror'' which was kind of funny and i had to take a deep breath and go ''yea ok. i guess'' about it #made some jokes to callie abt springy #but like it was fine #i liked the fake past players #fun play on mephone's insecurities #i literally only didn't like bot lying + cabby rolling over the file #but it just sorta reads as cabby overcorrecting so people won't hate her #re: her overcorrecting BEFORE bc she was told she scares people #which sucks a lot yea and im sure it wouldve been more delicately handled in the hands of a disabled person but like #it really couldve been a lot worse #you all made it SOUND a lot worse #i avoided the episode because i was SCARED of it being worse #i went in expecting it to be awful #i dont rly think bot was wrong for not wanting a personal vent convo written down tbh but thats the only bit they were right for imho #other than that yea it felt weird and im glad they fixed it up next ep. ezpz. #wish they did not lead my dash to be convinced they hate the disabled for several months. that was a fun time for me (disabled) #anyways #im not saying it was handled amazingly but it really couldve been way way way worse. can we simmer down now #meow.txt

[anxiously-awaiting]

my beloved is . at work and i am making it everyone else’s problem

#<- just kinda laying down dead thinking abt arthur #maybe he's a little teeny tiny bit sympathetic ok #in my brain at least #its NOT my fault that i read too much into things i just think that if *I* pulled a stupid sword out of a stone when i was a Scampish Teen #and then suddenly was king of not-england #and one of the first things that happens is a fuck off big war that (obviously) had a lot of casualties #i would ALSO have some damage about it #my man defines himself soley in the whole pendragon thing #and its like. hes king he does all this stuff so WHY isnt he happy #when is he gonna get treated like a human being #and when that same sort of stripping of humanity happens to lance he doesnt like.. see anything wrong with it #bc it happened to him too and he just sucked it up and dealt with it #HES LIKE NOT A GOOD PERSON DONT GET ME WRONG #but i just think he's a depressed old man whos lost his sense of self years ago and his only anchor to Being a Person is his older brother #and a man who has forgotten how to like. idk build relationships with people? i just think arthur in like the lance lives stuff is interesti #ng bc hes just INSANELY out of his depth #bc hes NOT king anymore camelot doesnt exist anymore #most of the knights hate his guts re: the guen thing #and are a bit more open about it now that hes not king anymore #so he's just!!! there #hate that maybe im projecting a teeny tiny bit onto him but dont worry about it #its so funny whenever i write out my thoughts on my knight guys bc i always end up like oh! oh im abstractingmy own damage ok cool #anyway jfksalkf #idk the arthur in my brain is very like? #despondent and just tired all the time

[astronomodome]

It’s 3 AM and I’m stressed out so instead of doing boring things like sleeping I’m deciding whether or not I could beat each life series member in a physical fight (c! and cc!). Sorry about the violence idk why my brain thought of this. DISCLAIMER I don’t want to fight any of these people and I don’t wish any harm upon them I’m just delirious 👍 yayy

Rendog

c!: He’s just a guy with dog ears in canon so I wouldn’t be like suuuper fucked but I think I’d still lose. You know he turns up to jazzercise

cc!: Hasn’t he been through enough recently… could I win? Maybe. But I’d be a good sport about it and I’d expect him to do the same should he beat me

Grian

c!: Have you ever tried to fight a bird? Those things are scary. I got chased by a goose once and it was not fun. Yeah this ain’t happening

cc!: You know that one video of Grian demolishing that punching bag? That would be me. Do you want that for me? I don’t

Joel Smallishbeans

c!: I think I could but it would be really close and I’d have to go to the hospital immediately after. Not for fight wounds or anything I just would be worried he’d have given me rabies

cc!: I feel like I would have to fight him and Lizzie at the same time and I don’t think I could take that. Nothing can beat the power of love <3

Scott Smajor

c!: Nah I just lose and he’s judgmental about it too

cc!: LGBT infighting. I would probably lose

BigB

c!: he would win the psychic battle long before the physical battle could even begin

cc!: Man is yoked. I have died

Etho

c!: As soon as I walk up to him he teleports behind me and cuts me in half. Nothing personnel kid

cc!: Lost in the Canadian wilderness trying to track him down, I am mauled by a moose. My corpse becomes a nice meal for some wolves and I am slowly forgotten

Bdubs

c!: I could punt him with ease

cc!: I maybe could but would it really be worth it

Pearl

c!: Ripped apart by hounds so sad. I deserved it

cc!: I can’t afford to fly to Australia. Also even if I could I think she could just throw a bug at me and I would die from the 10,000 poisons that every Australian animal contains

Martyn Inthelittlewood

c!: I lied we’re not fighting I’m leading you out of the endless cycle of violence come with me

cc!: I feel like I would be overconfident going into it and then he would just deck me. Alternatively he could just recite mentally damaging lore facts at me until I fall over and die

Scar from Goodtimes

c!: He immediately engages me in a battle of wits that ends in me paying him to punch me in the face

cc!: I would concede immediately for moral reasons. Maybe we could lightsaber duel instead?

Impulse

c!: He would show up in like full netherite or something. Are these fights happening irl or in minecraft. Doesn’t matter. Either way I am gone. Reduced to ashes

cc!: That is a whole entire human being I think I’d punch him once and then apologize. It would not affect him at all. I don’t think he’d hurt me though

Tango

c!: I might have a chance but the fire hair thing might be a problem

cc!: I think it would somehow turn into a hockey match and given that I have only ice skated twice before and both times ended in me spraining my ankles real bad I don’t think my odds are looking great. He is bald though so there’s always hope

Cleo

c!: I am breakfast. She will eat me

cc!: I don’t think I’d even be able to get the fight set up I think they’d give me a fake address and leave it at that. And I would deserve it

Jimmy Solidarity

c!: We’re both rather pathetic and sad so I think in this case we would just adhere to rule of funny. Whether I win or lose depends on what’s funniest at the time

cc!: The GYM TEACHER?? No.

Skizzleman

c!: Why would I do that

cc!: :( I don’t want to do this anymore. I would lose also that is a whole ass adult man but I think he’d go easy on me so idk

Geminitay

c!: Lol. No.

cc!: I would be beaten instantly cause I’d feel bad about hurting her but honestly I don’t know why this would ever happen. We could be friends <3 sorry is that parasocial

Mumbo Jumbo

c!: I feel like he could outrun me but I could overpower him

cc!: Absolutely no chance, man could bike circles around me. I would be easily run over

Lizzie LDShadowlady

c!: Easily but I’d feel bad about it

cc!: Same as with Joel. I stand no chance against their combo attack

#sillyposting #life series #astro speaks #idk what came over me hope you enjoy my shitpost #trafficblr

[sentient-stove]

Leo Valdez headcanons. Hand them over.

(oh god that hand. it scares me)

-leo lost a few fingers killing gaea (whether from crush or burn damage it doesn't matter) no one's noticed yet because he woke up from coming back to life and his brain just... adapted to it. he noticed it ofc but like, he still has a decent amount of motor control so it hasn't exactly become a problem yet

-all of the hephaestus kids are stupid strong no matter their build. like weirdly strong in a conditional way if that makes sense. leo could probably lift a car if you got him distracted enough and asked him to move it. the second he realizes what he's doing he's back to normal human strength though

-he's a polyglot. you can't shit talk around him in a foreign language because he probably knows it already.

-idk if this is common knowledge, but in the foster system, you're not allowed to cut your hair to a style that doesn't match the one you entered the system in. no major body mods at all- like big haircuts/dyeing hair/piercings. for this reason, i think after he gets to the waystation he grows his hair out as much as he dares and gets a shit ton of ear piercings. like half a dozen up each ear, hair to his waist kind of thing. he's never had that much choice over his appearance before and so it's kinda freeing to have that (and it makes him look like his mom more just a bit, to have his hair so long)

-maybe kinda sorta was violently in love with annabeth chase during the building the argo ii era. poor guy had a massive crush but never said anything because he respects the preexisting relationship she has

-he calls jason after any major event. 'calls'- as in he sets a voice recording and talks like he's having a conversation with jason, like they're both still alive and okay.

-doesn't ever go back to new rome after the events of toa. part of him doesn't feel welcome because of the whole possessed thing and the other part doesn't want to be in jason's home without jason there. he instead goes to a trade school or university in texas and moves down there. still does weapons commissions for camp/olympus if they reach out though

#leo valdez #heroes of olympus #hoo #percy jackson #pjo #ask #leo valdez headcanons

[v3nusxsky]

Hi, can I ask for an angst with Larissa like maybe some sort of fight that ends with some accident like idk maybe a car one or sth and reader is in bad state at the hospital and Larissa cries and begs unconscious reader to not leave her and that she is sorry etc? And maybe the doc enters and says that reader had more luck than they think and she and the baby should be fine. And Larissa cries more with mixed feelings of guilt and happiness because they tried for a kid for a long time? I leave the ending for you ;* thank you ❤️

Don’t leave me| Angst

*Authors note~ my heart I sincerely apologise for what lays ahead.*

Trigger warnings~ angst car crash mentions pregnancy loss

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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Arguing with your lover was something you always hated, your anxiety would go sky high and your abandonment issues would flare up. But you'd had your fare share of arguments with Larissa but she'd always stayed. Never had she left during an argument, maybe another room but you always knew she would come back. And she always did until tonight.

You'd had the worst fight ever, really your missed your wife's presence but understood her job yet missing your anniversary was the last straw. You lots your cool and decided on a drive. You only wanted to clear your head but realistically getting in the car so upset wasn't the best idea. Of course rational thoughts weren't occurring for you so you indeed got in the car and drove from the shared house.

You don't remember what happened exactly but you remember the sounds of horns, and a blue car slamming into the drivers side of your car. The windows smashing around you as you lost your consciousness. Perhaps this was how it was meant to be. You didn't even get a chance to talk to Larissa, to give her the surprise but now you had killed your self and your daughter.

Larissa Weems went to find her lover, after all she didn't want this to happen, she didn't mean to hurt you. Wednesday Addams was causing her no end of grief and unfortunately you suffered the consequences of this. She knew you were in the right here but as soon as she heard the door slam shut she couldn't help the guilt eating her alive. Maybe that's why when you didn't return she began to pace and attempt to control her panic until her phone rang.

"Your wife's been in a car accident, unresponsive at the scene and is currently being taken to Jericho Hospital" replayed through the blondes head as she drove to you on autopilot. The last words she said wouldn't leave her brain and that's the last thing she wanted you to hear. And what about the baby? Oh god she couldn't lose the both of you. God what had she done? The what if situations driving her insane as her heart ached in the unknown. And the disappointment in herself rising with every passing second. If she just didn't spend so much time chasing after Wednesday Addams or if she made you feel special and loved more often then this wouldn't be happening.

Larissa wasn't known for patience, her status as headmistress of Nevermore often gained her access to things she typically wouldn't have, and that her connections with the mayor made it much more easy for her to obtain. It was no surprise that when the beautiful six foot three woman came barging in the doors that she was immediately directed to the room in which you lay unconscious and pretty badly bruised but no other signs of massive damage. The monitor attached to your beautiful bump showing that your precious baby was alive for now.

"We aren't sure if she'll wake up, and if that's the case then we need to operate and save the baby" the nurse informed your wife while you lay there willing your body to work. "I'm sorry baby! I love you so much. Please don't leave me. I'm so so so sorry sweetheart, you're my world. Our little sunshine is okay, their hearts beating away. Fight angel please I can't lose you. I'm so so sorry" she sobbed clutching at your hand as if it would some how make a difference.

God knows how long she sat there like that, crying and apologising to you, but the moment your eyes fluttered open and you immediately drew your attention to her hands on yours. "Ris?" You croaked out before your eyes found the monitor. "Sweetheart! I'm sorry I'm so so sorry I didn't mean to love, I can't lose you." She rambled as she grabbed some water to hopefully soothe your throat. After a small sip you couldn't help but murmur, "is she okay?"

"She? It's a girl" Larissa whispered which had you nodding with tears in your eyes, "it's what I wanted to tell you tonight, on our anniversary, that we are having a beautiful little princess." Larissa's hand soon found its way to cradle your daughters bump, "our little Dahlia Rae? I'm so in love with you" she murmured as you nodded in response, "I'm in love with you too baby, I'm sorry for fighting and driving upset. I'm so glad we are okay, to be with my favourite human ever."

You'd spent the past few days in hospital just for precautionary measures, but Larissa never left your side for a second. You thought maybe she'd relax once you made it home, but no you and Lia were treated like queens and even the night you gave birth, Larissa vowed to never make you feel anything less. She stood cradling the beautiful newborn, looking down at her with such and adoring smile you felt like your heart grew twelve sizes. One silly argument would never defeat the love you shared.

Word count~ 984

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#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #larissa x you #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #weems x reader #principal weems #weems #weems angst #anon requested

[kadextra]

yes the kidnapping is a big reaction I was waiting for, but now I’m really curious how q!Bad’s friends will react if they find out the truth that with no regards to his safety, he’s been willingly making himself get harmed over and over by deadly creatures which are draining his life essence/soul out of him on the daily.

how he lost all his colors and is just. walking around with open injuries…. which glow frightening blue thanks to the weird unknown side effects of this. they are actively corrupting his entire body. and its def affecting his mind also, giving brain & eye damage bc his eye changed color and he sees only in greyscale now (condition called achromatopsia)

could there be even more happening to him due to this that we just aren’t aware of? is q!bagi’s theory right and he’s fading away into a ghost? idk, but maybe someday soon they’ll find out n put him into the ordo hospital wing because mans is really not doing well

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #as much as I hate the implications of it #boy does it make for a sick design jsjdjdkfkg #he’s SO cool looking and so much fun to draw

[hood-ex]

Finished JJK S2. Many thoughts below.

I'm kinda "hmm" over the parallels in personalities between the Yuji/Megumi/Nobara team and the Satoru/Suguru/Shoko team. Yuji and Gojo as the powerhouses with loud mouths. Megumi and Suguru as the quieter members. Nobara and Shoko as the boisterous don't take shit ones. Like idk I guess I'm just worried about Megumi in this equation and hoping he doesn't pull a Sasuke (or duh Suguru lmao) at some point.

Speaking of Megumi, he was only really involved in about 3 fights total. I missed him in the bigger showdowns with the others. On the other hand, I'm really glad Nobara got to step in and deal some actual damage to Mahito. Like I said before, fuck Mahito, all my homies hate Mahito. I mean, seriously, it felt like Yuji was getting nowhere with Mahito, so when Nobara got that hit in, I was cheering, I was hooting. I was painting "Nobara" on the back of my shirt. What an awesome moment for her.

Sorry I watched basically the entire series today so my brain is burning, my memories feel like soup rn, I'm going out of order when talking about events. Uhhh... oh I'm glad Jogo and Hanami died. I was sick of them. The difference in the fight between Jogo and Sukuna vs. Sukuna and Megumi's thingy. His... what was it called again? Eh whatever you know what I'm talking about. The pact (?) monster Megumi called forth before he went unconscious. The difference in those fights was super interesting. With Jogo, Sukuna was just having fun and not worried at all. With Megumi's thingy, Sukuna actually had to strategize a bit and such. No wonder he has a fascination with Megumi.

Too bad Sukuna killed those sisters but honestly not surprised. I did like how those sisters revived Yuji/Sukuna.

Oh?? And Choso dude?? The sibling reveal?? You have nooo idea how much I didn't want Choso to get killed off at the very end. I was hoping, I was praying, I was like absolutely not, now that I know he's Yuji's older brother, he cannot die. Ever. Everrr. Bc you know me and my thing about siblings. Love em. I was laughing when Choso was telling Yuji to call him older brother, and Yuji was like dude whaaat lmao. Like shhh, Yuji, shhh. Just accept it. You have two brothers now. Aoi and Choso. Lolol.

Speaking of Aoi, I had a moment where I was like, okay, I can get over Nanami's death because he had accepted his death, he was tired, he was ready to go, but I CANNOT accept Aoi's death. Even the thought of him dying made me start to tear up. He's definitely one of my favorite characters now, which is funny, bc I thought he was just annoying in his first appearance. But the fact that he has Yuji and Takada in his locket?? LMAOOO THIS MAN IS SO UNSERIOUS PLS. Sucks he lost a hand, but I'd rather him lose a limb than lose a life. (Fuck me, he's gonna die at some point isn't he? I will literally sob. I'm not kidding, I will sob when/if that happens.)

Oh yeah and Nanami fucks forever and always. He was so hot for wrapping his tie around his hand like that. Ugh. Love him. Gonna miss him. Hope someone reclaims his weapon. I actually didn't cry over him bc, like I said, he was just... ready to go. He was too tired to go on. I could accept that.

Bro did Maki die?? I mean surely if Nanami survived then maybe she did as well...? I hope she didn't die. I liked her.

Owww my brain hurts, I need to get my thoughts out faster. Uhh... ohhh. Oh. When Yuji witnessed Nanami's death on top of Nobara's death (not convinced she's 100% dead though bc of the medic boy being like idk she was dead but maybe she won't be bc of my healing) and on top of seeing what Sukuna had done to Shibuya... holy fuck... talk about a lot of trauma in a short time. Dude when he just gave up after Nobara's death... and he curled up and cried when Aoi appeared... that hurt me. That made me feel like I was in the stadium of the first Pokemon movie watching all the Pokemon cry over Ash's stone body. It felt like that moment. That sadness and grief just overwhelming. Damn. What a good moment though.

I haven't even talked about Satoru yet. Woooow... the way he demolished all those curses at the train station in such a short time... crazy. Sucks he's trapped in a box. Like idk what else to say lmao. Free my man Satoru.

Omg omg omg can I talk about how two of my favorite moments of the whole series ended up in this season?? So the scene where Nobara talked to that girl from Yuji's high school who had a crush on him, and she called Megumi to come meet them, and then Yuji appeared later. Ahhh!! Squee!!! Megumi was sooo cute! And he was super cute in my other fav flashback scene where Nobara spilled coffee or whatever on Satoru's shirt, and Megumi stuffed the shirt under his own shirt to hide it from Satoru. Like lmao he gave himself boobies. PLS HE'S SO CUTE. MY LIL BEANIE BABY. See, this is why I can't have this man go all Sasuke. I need him to stay on the team for cute moments like that.

And speaking of cute Megumi things, I thought it was so cute when he was planning to die, and he replayed the last words he and Yuji said to each other. Something about them like staying safe/meeting up later or whatever. And he was like sorry I broke my word, Yuji. Something akin to that. :3

Holy moly some of the dialogue goes on for way too long during fight scenes and such. Like I know they have to explain all the techniques and details of curses and such, but it makes the fight scenes seem so much longer, and I'm like goddd please just shut up and fight (I'm literally not retaining any of the info they're saying anyway asldkja)!! Also, some of the fight scenes, even without a ton of dialogue, were just ridiculously long. Like did we really need 3-4 episodes of one fight between Yuji and Mahito?? I was like somebody new please come in and kill Mahito ASAP.

LOL the way that I was like "FINALLY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME?" when Yuta finally arrived at the end, only to be like boooooo when he said he was gonna kill Yuji. Like nooo you two are supposed to be friends, okay. Be friends. Amigos. Pals. Fight side-by-side. Nah but surely Yuta will come around and fight alongside Yuji, right... right...

Wow yeah lots and lots of deaths this season. And now Megumi's sister is awake so okaaay...

Also, that Megumi dad dude was awesome as hell. He was freaking insaaane. I didn't care that he was kicking everyone's ass, I was just like let's goooo!

So anyway if any of y'all are reading the manga, please lemme know if Yuji and Choso retain a stronger bond of sorts or if that doesn't happen at all. Or if Choso straight up dies and they never get the chance for any kind of "hey that scar brain dude helped birth us so we're brothers" talk.

!!! I almost forgot!!! Why was Megumi holding Yuji's hood like this lmao. It was cute. And just. the big pile of bunnies.

#ahhhh need to go back and watch the high school yuji girl part bc it was so cute + the coffee shirt scene #i'm just like eee!! over megumi being all tsundere but he cares about his team he's so cute #jjk #season 2

[raayllum]

set like 10ish years post-s5 idk man

Once Claudia has taken her prosthetic off for the day, she’s loath to put it on for anything, which is how she finds herself dithering over getting up from her comfy armchair to get up and go to bed. Ezran’s study is more than partially also hers, now, with plenty of her herbalist tomes stacked next to the sealed up scrolls on his desk, but the king had taken his leave maybe twenty minutes ago, and she knows she should retire soon.

In a bit, though. For now she just wants to close her eyes and appreciate the luxury of a comfy chair and warm castle, after so long, of a young man of twenty-two with a warm smile that she doesn’t deserve having directed at her, but it is, and—

The door opens and she starts, not recognizing the silhouette for a moment besides horns, but then—

“Oh,” says Rayla, hovering in the doorway. She steps in without apology, though, which is fair, after everything. “I didn’t realize you were still in here.”

“I was just about to go,” Claudia admits. And while Rayla can go into any room in the castle, she rarely comes here outside of more private council meetings. “Are you looking for something?”

“Callum left a scroll here earlier.” 

Claudia gestures to the desk behind her like be my guest, and ignores her dread of the colder months incoming. The castle had always been drafty in her youth, but that had hardly been a problem. Now, though, with the phantom pains... Claudia has been without her leg for eight years now, but it still hits sometimes, how much worse the winter makes the aching of her stump.

She kneads it without thinking, scowling equally on instinct when she catches Rayla looking. “What?” she says, and then softens. Her temper has always been a nasty thing, and adjusting to castle life—to being a fully realized person again and not a wounded animal backed into a corner, afraid to show any sign of weakness—has been difficult, but... 

“I’m sorry,” Rayla finally says, brow creased, the secured scroll in one hand. “About your leg.” She holds her other arm to her chest, the bad wrist Claudia had first noticed as something to use against her, and now something the mage tries to forget. “I almost lost my... I didn’t realize when I cut the tentacle what it would do.”

“Would you have made a different choice if you’d known?” Claudia asks almost flatly, and they share a strange smile.

“No.” 

It’s what explains the absence of anger in her chest, maybe, Claudia reflects; the knowledge that Rayla had always done whatever actually needed to be done, and not just what was convenient to believe even as said belief became continually more fractured and frayed. 

Claudia tucks a strand of dyed black hair behind her ear, exhaling as the other woman takes a seat in the armchair across from her, the hearth in the fireplace casting shifting light over both their faces.

“You don’t have to apologize for it,” Claudia says, a lump of pain and gratefulness in her throat. She hates that she doesn’t know just how far, just how much damage, she could’ve caused otherwise. Everything in her softens though, even the sharp sting of regret and shame, as she fidgets with her fingers. “Losing a leg is definitely worth keeping Ezran in my life.” Then she catches herself, her brain catching up with her heart, and adds, “And I, um, I’m glad of course I didn’t hurt you and Callum further, I—”

Rayla is already looking at her when Claudia looks up, a little panicked, but Rayla’s face isn’t disapproving or even surprised. She looks pensive and hard to read instead, brow slightly creased—did Claudia give away too much, or nothing at all?—before her lips twitch. She reaches over and pats Claudia on the hand. 

“Of course,” Rayla says, rising. “Well, I’ll leave you to it—and you’ll go to bed soon? You know Ez wouldn’t want to come back in the morning to find you here.” 

Claudia manages a tiny smile. “Yeah. You’re probably right.” She reaches down and straps on her prosthetic, groaning a bit, and Rayla holds the door open as they go out into the hall and go their separate ways.

Still, Claudia supposes she’s glad their paths led them here.

#claudiez #raydia #after the war #fic #my fic #haven't written for them since s4 came out so it feels good (and fun) to incorporate some of the new aspects #ficlet #headcanons #canon crack quartet

[gendervapor14]

sliding in here being sooooo predictable because gendervapor dofladile real ?? just like christmas,,,

hhhhhh yes. dofladile was my otp in like 2018 and they infested my brain for like a year or two or three and then by the time i actually started posting fanfic in 2021, i kind of. chilled out about them? still love them dearly, but they aren't storming my head anymore.

THAT BEING SAID.

i do have a wip about them. i didn't post it yet because a) idk how long it will be, b) idk how to end it, and c) i'm worried about the reception. i know people are probably gonna like it but. idk. they're a more popular ship and i'm used to writing less popular stuff that doesn't really get perceived so. i guess i'm not ready to be perceived XD ANYWAY i will stop rambling and share a sample for you, the lovely teeb

The king of Dressrosa, to no one’s surprise, drank wine like water. Crocodile counted the glasses as they went because it was easier to focus on that than the shrill discourse of this chaotic assembly he called family. He let his mind wander to the potential root of this situation, the psychology of his host, the reasoning behind such an unbecoming crowd. Some sort of family trauma, no doubt, perhaps some damaged self-esteem, some isolation when he was young. 

How this charismatic, boisterous, cunning individual with ties to Mariejois was ever lonely didn’t add up though. Maybe it was something simpler. Could have lost his family in a fire. He seemed averse to smoking. That was probably it.

The large, blond, bearded man at the end of the table was telling a rallying tale. Crocodile didn’t even pretend to express interest, but he was thankful it seemed to keep the rest of the crew silent and in order. An occasional round of chuckles was enough to intercept his thought process, but that was easier to cast aside than direct involvement.

Sixth glass, he noted, as Doflamingo, sitting proudly at the head of the table, leaned in towards that dancer. She sat awfully close for an officer, but Crocodile supposed the two were obviously involved. It was all there in the way she batted her eyes, the way he fingered the tablecloth. Maybe calling them family was all for show.

Those dark eyes of hers landed on him. He straightened up but didn’t avoid eye contact. Not immediately, at least. Their gossiping wasn’t subtle so he had no reason to play coy. He broke away eventually to sip that too-sweet wine, and wasn’t too surprised when Doflamingo’s attention soon filtered his way.

“Enjoying your meal?”

“It’s not terrible.” He was remiss to admit, although he’d rather this steak a bit more cold-blooded.

“Some of the best along this part of the New World,” Doflamingo boasted coolly, “so the critics say. In any case, Crocodile, this is the dancer from earlier, Violet. Violet, this is Sir Crocodile.”

Tired eyes slid from the king to the weary officer, who offered nothing but a forced, polite smirk. He was introduced to the entire Family earlier, but clearly this was Doflamingo’s attempt to get the two chatting, for whatever reason.

The older warlord chose his battles wisely. There was no reason to make pulling teeth any more painful. “I will say, I enjoyed the performance.��

“Thank you.” An automatic response. He noticed most of the food on her plate was sliced up and pushed around, but not eaten. Taking control where she could. He almost pitied her.

#genwrites #genrambles #donquixote doflamingo #sir crocodile #dofuwani #dofladile #wip stuff #fanfiction snippet #one piece fanfiction #thank you for the ask!! #oh yeah #doviola #riku viola #violet one piece #i guess the doviola is more implied but... also kind of direct... i dunno man #donquixote pirates #donquixote family

[person124billion]

Bad Idea, Right?

Hey, I'm like, really, really new to Tumblr but I have an idea and I'm not sure if it's trash or not so I'd like some feedback and maybe some ideas. So the basis of my idea is an Agent Washington x reader where reader was a freelancer and a bit of a badass but before the program fell apart she lost her memory from an injury in battle and now has a really bad and serious brain damage. So they ship her off where she won't hurt anyone, which just so happens to be blood gulch. And so she's on blue team and joins them on all their crazy adventures and everything until later on when Washington is introduced to the series. Then her past is reveled and it's also brought up that she and Wash used to be a thing. Then later on she starts to get her memories back? IDK I haven't thought the whole thing through just yet but I'd like to know your thoughts. And if you have any ideas please make them angst or fluff? No smut whatsoever as I am not comfortable with that!

Let me know what you think!

#rvb x reader #Rvb Washington #Wash x reader #red versus blue #Agent Washington

[aangarchy]

i remember a thoery back in the heyday of the korra fandom that i think applies: that Amon is using bloodbending to disrupt the crown chakra, filling it with fear and anxiety to disrupt and break the spirits of the benders, stripping them of their powers. Notice how all the people depowered by Amon are just completely broken afterwards, to an extent even greater than losing such an important power would suggest. So conversely Korra's energybending was probably dissolving that artificially imposed blockage?

So if that's the case maybe the benders who lost their bending to Amon could have also just unlocked their Chakras like Aang did to master the avatar state?

Idk i feel like that's a stretch bc how would he use bloodbending for psychological damage? In that case he would need to bend electricity to control neurological pathways in the brain, and we haven't seen a firebender being able to do that yet.

#avatar #the legend of korra #tlok #avatar korra #atla #aang #avatar aang #korra #ask dori #paragonrobits

[only-by-the-stars]

venting under cut. just need to get some stuff out and don't want to bother anyone who's not up for seeing that

is there like. some kinda way to get the mean things people have said about your work out of your head for good? the ways people have treated you over writing something that was bad? cause some stuff has just locked itself into my brain and won't let go even after over a decade. like I probably deserved it all, but still.

two things in particular haunt me and fuck with any progress I try to make on having confidence in my writing; one from a long time ago, one from a year and some change ago.

the first was when someone I lost contact with told me my writing wasn't "bursting with life" the way someone else's was. I've never forgotten that, and it's been convincing me for years that my writing is dull and lifeless and emotionless.

the second one, someone thought it was okay to tell me, when I was already feeling bad about my writing and my contributions to a fandom/server, that I contributed more than others to their enjoyment of said fandom/server, at least compared to other people in the server, but "again" (because I'd heard this last comment from this person multiple times prior) I'm "no Neil Gaiman". and no, I did not get an apology. I got "sorry, that joke was thoughtless" and when called on it, said person admitted it wasn't a joke. they then expected me to just trust them when they said I was good, and on other occasions afterwards would get mad at me for not trusting them. which was infuriating especially because I could tell that at least some of the things they said, like telling me I was as good as a different published writer, were fake and meant to compensate for the shit I just described. :/

it's. something that's stuck with me, and done more damage than I initially realized. and the more I think about it, the more angry I get. like who thinks that's a good or useful thing to say, period? and to make it worse, who thinks that's a kind or helpful thing to say to someone who already has self-esteem issues about their writing? like, congrats, you just made it worse! you do NOT get to then be all offended that I have problems later believing your praise. just. no.

but either way it lives in my head. it lives there reminding me that I'm not that good. that I'm nothing special. and that this person was right about me. it kills any confidence I start to get every time I try to build it. maybe that's okay. idk.

I just know it doesn't feel good. (not that my feelings matter.)

[galaxybonez]

A Rose thorns fresh removed

I decided I wanted to flex my writing skills properly, haven't done something longer since my creative writing in early high school. Also trying to get myself into the twst writing community, give me twisted wonderland requests, I have brain rot. Its supposed to be based like right after Riddles overblot but I haven't reviewed the chapter since I first played it, so this is based off memory. Not too long either, sorry about that

Word count: 1,186

Fluff?? Angst?? idk what this qualifies as, but enjoy! Alos possibly OOC riddle, im so sorry

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Sharp heels click down the silent hallway, a sound that was once imposing and intimidating, demanding complete respect and submission from any students within the vicinity. Now, the sound could be described as slow and tired, reflecting both the emotional and physical wellbeing of the owner. Riddle Rosehearts, known for his stickler-for-the-rules personality and quick temper, is now a complete emotional wreck. Maybe he deserved it, he thought to himself. He brought it upon himself, after all. With a sigh, the young man runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, a look of utter disbelief and sadness prominent on his face, gray eyes dark and heavy.

After what feels like hours of walking through the Heartslabyul halls, he finally reaches the door to his dorm room, swinging the door open and shutting it behind him with a quiet ‘click’. He stands there a few moments, back leaning against the door as he contemplates what he should do now. Sighing once again, he decides to check the damage to his appearance, walking sluggishly towards his mirror. As soon as he sees himself up close he visibly winces, bringing a hand up to his tear stained cheeks. His hair was a complete mess. It was messy and tangled, a far cry from its usual meticulously maintained state. He was dirty, too, white uniform caked with mud and dirt from both the fight and the trudge through the now destroyed section of the garden. His cheeks were smudged with dirt as well, only the now dried streaks of tears showing his once flawless cheeks. He puffs out his cheeks and claps his hands together in an attempt to bring himself out of his stupor.

After a good shower and a much needed change of clothes, Riddle flops face first into his bed with a groan as he reflects on what happened that evening. He doesn’t quite understand how two troublemakers making a threat at his position as Housewarden could have set him off to the point of an overblot…. That’s a lie. Yes, he does. His mothers constant control over every aspect of his life had him wound up so tightly, the coil was bound to unfurl at some point. Being away from home and given the position as housewarden had given him the control he lacked his entire life. Any threat to that control would set him off. The rulebreakers he could deal with, but two troublemakers and a newcomer to the world threatening his position in such a way? The coil finally snapped. And when it did, he lost control of himself. The power of the blot felt… liberating. Freeing. He had complete and utter control; no one would be able to overthrow him. And yet, even still, he was defeated - saved - by the same students who were his final straw. 

It was at his defeat that he realized just how he had been acting. It was at his defeat that he realized he was treating his dorm members in a similar fashion to how his mother treated him. An intense and overbearing presence, where you follow every single rule without fail, and any small slip was to be punished. He knows he was ultimately forgiven, but he also knows it would be a while before things were back to normal. He also knew he would be responsible for fixing the garden. Flipping himself onto his back and pulling himself to sit up, he decides it might be a good choice to go ahead and turn in for the night. He was exhausted. That is, until, he hears a soft knock at the door.

He blinks, confused. Stealing a glance out of the window, he notes that the sun was almost completely set. Who would possibly be knocking at his door this late, especially after his fit that evening? Pushing himself onto his feet and towards the door, he tries to steel himself into his normal stride, hoping to appear normal even though he had basically just thrown the biggest hissy fit anyone had ever seen. Despite his (false) confidence, though, he just barely cracks open the door to peek unsurely at his visitor. It’s… the prefect? He opens the door further, enough to fully show himself, despite being in his pajamas and hair noticeably damp.

“(name)? Why are you here, especially at such a late hour?” he questions, puzzled. You clear your throat awkwardly, not even completely sure yourself. But with as careful of a voice you can muster, you respond “I… was worried about you. After today.” you wring your hands nervously “As soon as the unbirthday party was concluded, you rushed off without much of a word to anyone”

Ah, he’d hoped no one had noticed.

He closes his eyes and breathes out through his nose, “why did you seek me out, though? We barely know each other and I've been nothing but cruel to you”

You respond more confidently this time, “Maybe so. But I know your emotions are probably all over the place right now. Even after your… overblot, i think it was called? You didn't really get a chance to process anything because of all the people around. So I wanted to see if you were okay”

He blinks. “Why did you wait until so late?”

You avert your gaze from his, embarrassed “I got lost” 

He almost laughs, but keeps his composure. “I see,” his voice wavers with amusement for just a moment. “I appreciate the sentiment, thank you, really.”

You grin “Of course. One more thing though, really quick,”

You step forward past the doors threshold, and gently wrap your arms around him. His eyes widen and his face turns as red as his hair “What are you-? Why are you hugging me?” he shrieks, his arms flailing at his sides as he tries to figure out what to do with them “I couldn't give you one earlier, but you looked like you needed it.” you respond, losing your hold enough for him to slip free if he chooses. Instead, he sighs in defeat, his body deflating as he awkwardly rests his arms around your back. It was…nice. He never got much affection like this as a child. He buries his head into your shoulder with a shaky breath, refusing to acknowledge the sting in his eyes. Eventually you pull away, patting his shoulder. It takes him a moment to meet your eyes again, and when he does he clears his throat. “I, um, thank you. For that.” he takes a moment to clear his throat before continuing “You should get back to your dorm before it gets too late. Wouldn't want you getting in trouble”

You snort “With who? The headmaster?”

You get a dry look in return.

“Okay, okay! Im going.” with a sigh, you offer him one last smile. “Goodnight, Riddle.”

“Goodnight.”

He watches your figure disappear into another hallway, momentarily wondering if he should have escorted you so you didn't get lost again. With a final shake of his head, he retreats back into his room, resting his forehead on the door.

“... Thank you.”

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Hope you enjoyed! 

- Bones

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x you #oneshot

[ivegennedmylastloss]

hidey hodey neighborinoes i know i may or may not have disappeared for like half a fucking year but brain does what brain do. since i am now willing to admit that i likely will not find the motivation to write a full length fic like i would want, i wanted to post the “outline” (re: complete gibberish only past me could understand). at some point i’ll try to compile all the tidbits i had sprinkled across drafts and docs and try to clean it up a little but, well, im not even sure what i meant in some spots. hopefully ill pull the writers block out of my ass one day but until then, take this word vomit:

(for clarifications sake, r= red/ranboo, g= green/charlie, b= blue/sneeg, h= hetch, sfm= showfall media)

retelling of ep three from hetch’s pov. mask broke sfm doesn’t know. reset after stab still aware of what he’s doing but can’t control himself. hopeful ending with planning to save the trio and get them out?

the closet sfm is onto hetch so he has to do damage control ran receiving no instructions. things settle scenes been dragging he panics and basically controls r to kill ethan

maybe broadcasted to a different universe. problem w family and friends recognize

maybe broadcasted to rich assholes like in the purge/gladiator type deal?

the face of the hacker wasn’t actually supposed to do things but did anyways

follow up w/ rgb saving him g and b reluctant. r insist they won’t let anyone else die because of them. idk burn the mall maybe torch it like a fuckin wasp nest

employees stop at the door mannequins little nightmares two.

all four struggling down the road maybe r passing out carried by g or b

hot wire a car

traumatize gas station clerk

fire department from fire alarm

hetch flag down car 2 options:

car sped off but called police for them

offered ride to hospital

hetch the sidewalk isn’t wide enough fourth wheel type deal mostly unscathed compared to rgb but smol bean has anxiety and left over programming. weak little noodle arms can’t help shit. b sending hella death glares

b wouldn’t want to help hetch

r electrocuted from attempted mask removal

through the power of friendship and laws of physics or electrical plasma whatever it isn’t fatal hoorah

hetch stunned doesn’t help gb fuckin pissed at him

paramedics confused about what happened to these very dedicated cosplayers that are found half dead barely hours after the live finale

r wakes and is terrified thinking they’re at the box and start screaming for gb. hetch freezes g n b have to be held back by police

hospital r coma from noggin surgery (medically induced for healing cause wtf) g and b want to kick hetch’s ass only stop cause of r

prob not ccs maybe r foster kid hinted maybe

b needs to get to punch someone. american healthcare so probably a doctor or a nurse

hetch medically released first<irrelevant travel distance. hetch watching charlie and sneeg have friends and family going in and out but r has no on so hetch goes

others not allowed in camp out in waiting room. ran wakes up and freaks. competent doc allows them in and r calms down. good doc fights for them to be able to stay in the room psych health. special accommodations are made no tv in room gets a double room for more beds/couches <<needs special room post brain surgery op icu maybe nurse/doc maneuverability <<< maybe one allowed in at a time

^the nice doctor thrown in for pity maybe philza if crossover? detective techno? or both detectives that almost beat the shit outta the responding cops for fucking up the most important case they’d ever get

sfm sends an employee pretending to be ranboos mom. the others are scared but also she is acting like a mom that lost her kid so maybe it’s okay??<< others not allowed in the room since family only? nope ran wakes up freaks cause that bitch ain’t momboo (dead question mark? orphan? don’t tell techno)

employee tries to strangle r no loose ends: doc pulls her off; trio breaks in hetch proves himself?; r is a bamf and defends themself (hitting? reverse uno they strangle her? rips out iv and stabs her?< needle to weak would have to be in eye)

r scared to sleep from cabin electrocution and execution hold hand 👉👈?

carousel saved NO FIRE IF CAROUSEL perhaps a group meet for victims ranboo and hetch reluctant to enter cause they think they’re their murderers. eef spots r and runs to hug him others follow positive to r wary to hetch b says hetch is the one responsible for saving all of them bada bing bada boom happy ending

#generation loss #genloss #gen loss #generation loss ranboo #ranboo #yell at me if i need to remove some tags im still a newbie #this draft has been sitting on my conscience like a tungsten cube and i just wanted to get it out #hello person sorting by new scrolling through the tags i hope you have a good day

[red-n-stuff]

This is kind of an impossible idea but I think the concept is cool, I had an idea for a way that Sam could re-gain his once-lost-ever-coveted healing powers, keep reading to learn more.

CW/ Injury, character in dire distress, emotionally charged situations, ect y’all know the drill.

Now, we all know I love some good angst, and I was layin in bed thinking about things and how the vampiric core works and how it’s like more similar to something a demon would wield at like a much lesser scale, and I was thinking about if it could be like…trained? And this is what my little angst-lover “ignores the cannon of their abilities” brain got thinking of;

Darlin somehow gets their shit rocked just a little too hard. I’m thinking it’s some sort of hardcore inversion-like event, or something, and it comes down to Sam to have to heal them. Now- he’s already giving a hundred and ten percent- and much like with Asher he’s almost at his limit here, and they’re still bleedin. However, unlike with Asher, maybe this time they’re on their own.

Sam is sitting here with the hardest choice of his life- he’s starring down the barrel of ‘turn em’ or watch them go’. He’s frantic- his head is pounding, his other half is getting cold right there under his palms no matter how hard he wants his core to budge it just won’t conjure the way it used to. It’s just not built for this- he doesn’t know what to do. He can’t stand to let them die, but he can’t watch them lose part of who they are with turning either.

He decides he’s going to heal them. He *has* to heal them.

Its a call back to that moment in the crash, that voice in his head that says ‘you can heal yourself. Push yourself. You can do this’

Over the course of the years they spent together, Sam’s been slowly retraining his core to know and work with healing magic- it all started when they first called him bleeding out on their couch, and extended to every bump scrape and bruise he ever washed away from them. Each time he used his healing magic, it strengthened the threads he needs to use- he’s worked hard for every scrap of magic he’s got left.

All he’s gotta do is *push*

Suddenly something shifts- it’s like a damn breaks and he’s suddenly flooded with this rush of magic his core hasn’t felt in years. He’s able to heal them near to completion and he’s got that feeling back in his bones. The one he thought he’d lost forever- brought back by the one person he loves the most.

Hes flabbergasted and in shock, but he’s somehow managed to like, take his vampiric ability and channel it into healing! Like trancing but for physical damage!

Idk, I know it’s likely impossible but the idea of threads being something that can be strengthened and eventually expanded is actually so cool to me. Just imagine all the possibilities! And with the meridian growing thinner you never know what might happen 👀

#redacted asmr #redacted #shaw pack #redacted darlin #redacted sam #heavy

[ponds-of-ink]

Quick FNAF Characterization Hypothesis: “William’s Confidence Is Going To Be Shattered”

If William does come back in Help Wanted 2, I have a feeling he’s not going to be very triumphant. Or at least as triumphant as one would think.

Because:

(1) UCN messed with him on all levels, and now he’s been dragged into the mess that is The Mimic’s Grand Plan.. Whatever that actually is.

(2) If the Mimic is Glitchtrap, then that means it “stole” Spring-Bonnie from him ages ago (I’m only adding quotations because it’s technically a variant of Spring). And stole his entire routine/persona on top of that—Even maybe going beyond it, but I can’t be that certain.

(2.5) This essentially means he’s been forcibly stripped of the things that make him.. Well, him. From the perspective of the public/ overall fan base, of course. Maybe even to himself, if the overall damage has been that extreme.

And, let me emphasize: The man’s seriously lost the one thing that, in the Silver Eyes, he literally had enough confidence to speak through after being cornered. The Spring Bonnie suit—or mask, in that case—was the only thing keeping him from keeping quiet for.. probably forever, given his usual determination.

(2.75) I mean, he’d probably be flattered at first. New version of himself? Cool, in a way. New version of himself that veers from his original vision and then some? ..Terrifying, actually.

(3) Nobody from his era’s returned, as far as I can tell. What good is it to keep going if there’s none of his family old rivals still around? Or what good is it to keep going if all he’s going to be is a ghost trying to impersonate itself? Sure, he could make new enemies, but dare he risk the literal nightmare that was UCN? Or worse?

..Too bad my brain’s tired, or else I’d give more potential reasons.

Granted, this is just spitballing on all fronts. He’s probably controlling the Mimic or something… Unless the sudden “Oh No It’s Copied My Everything” made his brain break harder than usual, but idk.

#william afton #the mimic #character analysis #fnaf theory #maybe #fnaf games #help wanted 2 #fnaf help wanted 2