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inkedbybarnes · 24 days

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bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky is determined to take care of you while you're sick.

word count: 1.6k+

warnings: mentions of insecurities, mentions of illnesses (but vaguely described), fluffy ahh shit bc why not, usage of pet names such as baby and doll. bucky being stubbornly sweet (it is indeed, a warning), lowercase writing.

i've been sick the past few days hence the creation of this fic. idk why my mood drops when i'm sick... once again, this is too fluffy even for my own good but i warned you and you're reading it still anyway. 🤨 haha jk, i hope you enjoy this one! 🩷

dividers by @cafekitsune!

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“can you please let me in, baby?"

that was the fifth time bucky had asked the same question, never giving up on his mission to take care of you after learning from jarvis – out of all people... or robots? – that you were sick.

“bucky, i promise, i'm fine. stop trying to break the door,” you answered, your clogged nose not helping as you sounded horrible even with a concrete wall separating you from him. “go and tell steve that you're joining the mission. you can't withdraw yourself just because i'm—achoo!”

your nose began to leak, and you were now distracted with the need to find the tissue box that used to be on your bed. you didn't hear the door clicking open as well as the heavy footsteps of a certain soldier walking towards you.

“just because you're what? sick?”

you jumped, feeling the edge of the bed sink with his weight. you quickly grabbed the tissue box that was mysteriously thrown under the bed before facing bucky with the duvet covering most of your body.

“how did you open the door?”

bucky shrugged. “i broke the doorknob. you didn't say anything about breaking doorknobs.”

you sighed, not winning this argument with bucky. “you shouldn't be here, bucky. you're supposed to be preparing for a mission tomorrow, not babysitting me!”

“and let you go through this on your own? tough chance, doll. i'm your boyfriend for fuck's sake, and don't tell me that you're worried about getting me sick because we both know i'm immune," he argued, reaching out and pulling the blanket down enough to reveal your face. “are you really upset that i want to take care of you? you should be demanding things from me, baby. instead you've been hiding from me.”

“because i don't need anything, bucky. i can handle myself just fine." you huffed, knowing you wanted his attention and care so badly. remembering your face was exposed, you felt insecure again. you dragged the cover back up and turned away. “i also don't want you to see me like this.”

“like what?"

“like a mess," you muttered underneath the sheets. “you've never seen me like this before, and i swear i am the worst when i'm sick. you don't have to see me like this, okay? i don't want you to.”

you felt silly. it was completely normal to get sick, but you hated how extreme your body would act out whenever an illness would attack you. you'd always sound and look like you were fighting a battle in hell alone. the way your mind would take an entire flip and drag you to your lowest point didn't help either. so, not only were you feeling physically horrible, you were also struggling mentally.

“a mess? what mess?” he asked, lifting the cover to join you underneath it which caught you off guard. you were entirely exposed to his eyes now. “there's my girl. where's the mess that you're talking about, huh?”

with the little amount of energy left in you, you brought your hands up to cover your face. he could see how much of a mess you were now, far from the dream you've painted since the day you dated him. now, you were nothing but a nightmare of your reality.

“don't you dare hide from me. i haven't seen you all day and it's driving me insane," he complained, pulling your hands away from yourself. he brought his thumb to your teary eyes, wiping the tears away before they could fall. “i can't believe you're hiding from me just because you think i can't handle seeing you sick. what did you think i'd do once i saw you like this?”

you sniffed, hesitation holding you back from telling him the truth. it's only been three months since you've started dating bucky, and you were still in that stage where you'd constantly try impress him.

you weren't faking yourself, no. however, you still did your best to only show your good side and tuck away your insecurities. unfortunately, you had to get sick too soon and have to risk bucky seeing you this way.

“you thought i'd leave you? won't like you anymore? get turned off or something?”

you nodded, knowing that was exactly what went through your head and a bit pissed that he was able to read your mind without actually having the power to do so.

bucky's eyes softened at your confession, letting out a soft sigh as he saw how badly you were beating yourself up.

“if it's because of how you look right now, then it's true. you do look different," he answered, your chest tightening. “your eyes lost their glow, you're frowning more often, your eyes are all puffy, you are definitely grumpier than usual, your lips are dry and chapped from—”

“okay, i get it, bucky! you don't have to rub it in my fa—”

“but i won't be doing whatever is on your mind. you're sick, doll. it'll affect you. it's normal. hell, i look even worse when i used to get sick, but you? you still look so fucking lovely." he held your face gently, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “even then, i don't give a fuck on how messy you can get. i'm your boyfriend. i should be taking care of you, helping you feel better, and bringing back the glow in your eyes. please, baby. let me take care of you.”

this time, you were looking back at him. "you mean it?"

"of course I mean it," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "i love you, doll. i don't care how you look like right now. you could look like a swamp monster and be sick as a dog, and i would still think that you are the most beautiful woman for me."

you giggled softly, his words filling you with warmth and reassurance. you felt so lucky to have a man who truly loved you and handled your insecurities with such understanding and care, and even sillier for thinking he'd leave you for such reasons.

“thank you. that really made me feel better," you told him, your arms slowly creeping forward to hold him. “i'm sorry for hiding. i was just scared to turn you off or anything.”

“are you kidding? i'm trying my best not to hold you down and kiss you all over. i haven't even hugged you for a day,” bucky said, a pout on the verge of forming on his face.

“it hasn't even been a day, bucky. now, who's dramatic?" you said, rolling your eyes playfully. “and you're supposed to be on a mission tomorrow! are you really not going?”

“when i could be here taking care of you?” he asked, as if the answer was already obvious. “the others can handle it. my main priority is to do anything you want and make you feel better.”

“anything?”

he smiled, leaning down to let your lips meet softly. "anything."

( a lil bonus < 3 )

“what is that smell?”

sam, steve, and natasha entered the compound after a quick briefing for their mission tomorrow. they joined tony and clint who were having a casual conversation in the living room about the best burrito in town.

the kitchen was an open space, the aroma of whatever bucky was cooking spreading all around the nearby rooms.

sam didn't hesitate to come closer and inspect the kitchen, finding the entire counter lined up with various spices and plates that bucky filled with his dishes.

“what's the occasion? did i miss something?" sam asked, grabbing a fork to take a little taste until bucky slapped his hand away. "ow! what was that for?"

"hands off." bucky warned, frowning at sam. “that's not for you, wilson."

“not even a nibble? come on, man. it smells amazing!”

their usual bickering caught the attention of the other avengers, immediately joining them in the kitchen which annoyed bucky even more when he saw them eyeing the food he made.

"before any of you try to ask, no. this is not for any of you."

"who's it even for?" natasha asked, the least interested to have a taste, but was curious either way.

bucky answered with your name. "she's sick."

"what? since when?" clint asked, worry flashing across his face. "can we do anything?"

bucky glanced up before hesitantly answering. "well.. she did say she wanted to watch a movie after eating."

clint snapped his fingers and smiled. "i'm on it."

"i'll get jarvis to check on her vitals every hour and create a diagnosis," tony said, already tapping on his smart watch. "assuming she wouldn't be too comfortable letting the entire team know what's going on with her body, i'll just let you receive the updates. just update me with what you can, yeah?"

"i'll talk to fury and let you both have a week free from work," steve offered. "she needs the rest and she needs you."

"oh, i'll handle fury. he can't say no to his favourite," natasha said with a smug smile. "tell her i'll bring her all her favourite snacks once we're back from our mission, and that she better be back to full health so we can go out together."

bucky nodded, chest warming with the genuine concern they shared. he was excited to let you know how loved and deserving of all this you were.

if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! 💌

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insxghtt · 1 year

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the rage of a mother III — aemond targaryen x reader

When the whole kingdom believed you were mad, Aemond was there. And he would do anything to defend you.

warnings: grieve, violence, angst, blood, death, ptsd, this is some sad shit.

my masterlist.

previous chapter in here. ya’ll asked for part 3 so here it is! idk how many parts this will have but i like it and i hope you do too. again, english is not my first language so i’m sorry if you find any mistakes here.

It’s been two days since your child was taken from you. Aemond tried his best to convince you to get some sleep, but you just couldn’t. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the black smoke on the form of a woman in front of you.

You tried to run to your baby before the witch, but it was too late. She took your little girl’s soul away. Now, you felt like she took yours too in the process, the only difference was that she left you to live without it.

Aemond took a look at you from the corner of his eye. You were across the room, sitting on a chair in front of the fireplace. He stood from the bed and walked to you, ready to say the same words he has been saying for the last couple days. ‘Please, y/n, come to bed. You need to sleep.’ All that effort only for you to ignore him.

But this time, when he got closer, he heard the sound of your voice.

“Aemma, Aemma, Aemma...”, you repeated the name of your daughter over and over again. “I’m here, my girl. Mommy’s here.”

Your gaze was on the fire. It was like the flames were calling you.

Aemond called your name once, but you didn’t answer.

“Aemma, Aemma...”

He took his hand to your shoulder and that simple touch was enough for you to flinch. You looked at him with wide eyes, filled with tears. Your dark circles made your tiredness very clear. You seemed so... broken.

He tried to say something, but you took your finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet. With the other hand, you held his wrist tight. “Can you hear it?”, you whispered. “Aemma is crying.”

Aemond gulped. The only sound in the room was your own voice. He remembered the rumors that ran around the castle. ‘She is insane.’

“My love, look at me”, he said and kneeled in front of you to look you in the eyes. “Aemma is not here anymore.”

To say it out loud was as painful as a stab on the heart, but he couldn’t stand to see the love of his life like that. You had to understand. Losing you would be too much for him to handle.

“Listen to me, y/n, she is gone now”, he repeated and let a tear fall. “I know you want her here, but we need to let her go.”

“Why do I hear her then?”, you cried, finally staring at him. “Am I cursed too? Have the gods not taken enough from me?”

He had no words. There were no words to make you feel better. All he did was wrap his arms around your fragile body and let you cry.

After that night, you never talked about your daughter again. In fact, you spent three days without saying anything at all. Aemond was there, just like he promised.

Some nights were difficult. You’d wake up sweating and scared. The first time it happened he asked you about the nightmares, but soon he realized how much you hated to talk about it.

You tapped his shoulder once again in the middle of the night with tears streaming down your cheeks. It didn’t take more than a minute for him to wake up. “Again?”, he asked.

You nodded without saying a word. Aemond wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, putting his face in the crook of your neck and you snuggled into his warm arms.

“Will it pass?”, you whispered, not even knowing if he was still awake.

He didn’t know the answer. How could he? It was hurting him just as much. The worst part was that he didn’t even know how to feel that kind of pain. Aemond never liked to feel things. For a long time, all he felt was anger. And when you met him and gave him a daughter, the two of you became his world. For the first time, he had lost someone he loved. It was way more painful than losing an eye.

“It will get better”, he answered. At least that was what he hoped for.

When the morning came, you prayed that he wouldn’t have to leave the bed. You knew that as soon as he did, both of you would have to deal with the reality. But your prayers were not enough and the sun reached your face. The birds were singing so beautifully that it didn’t even seem like there was a war going on.

Except that this time, you were the first to get up. Aemond grumbled something when he felt your warm body leaving his arms, but still, it was not enough to wake him up.

After everything you heard people saying about you, avoiding the maids became part of your routine. So, you got dressed by yourself. The last thing you needed was for them to create more rumors about your mental state.

You left your chambers after putting your gown on, without even bothering to braid your hair. For the first time since the loss of your daughter, you decided to walk a little around the garden outside the castle. It was still early and not many people were there. The weight on your shoulder begged you to go back to bed, but you were trying. Aemond needed you to be alright.

Hours went by and you didn’t even notice. The white daisies were doing a good job by making you forget about the pain inside of you. They were as beautiful as always. You wondered if Aemma would love them just as much as you did.

The sound of steps in your direction made you look away from the flowers. Ser Criston Cole was standing there, holding his helmet in one of his hands.

“My princess”, he said.

You never liked him. He might’ve been a good teacher to Aemond and a friend to Alicent, but you saw him as who he really was. An insecure and selfish man. You kept it to yourself, but it was inevitable not to feel uncomfortable in his presence.

“What do you want?”, you didn’t care to be polite. You were too exhausted to be polite, especially to someone like Ser Criston.

“There is someone who wishes to see you, my princess.”

“What? Are you a messenger now?”, you rolled your eyes and began to walk away. “Tell them I'm busy.”

“I was told that it’s really important.”

You stopped walking and turned to him once again. “Maybe you should call someone else then. I am sure you don’t want a mad woman like me to get involved in something so important.”

“I was sent to call only you, princess. Your presence is required.”

Ser Criston Cole did not seem happy to say those words. It was obvious for you to see how much he despised you, though you never quite understood why. But he knew very well why you bothered him so much. You were not weak like an ideal princess should be. You never cared about what others said about you. You were ambitious. You reminded him of someone.

Without a word, you followed him around the caste until you got to the Iron Throne. Aegon was not there, but Alicent, Otto Hightower and Aemond were. The absence of the King’s presence did not surprise you. Aegon was usually excluded from the family’s reunions. Otto Hightower was the one who made the important choices, no matter how unfair it was to Aegon.

“I’m surprised you bothered to summon me to a family meeting", you said to Alicent.

Aemond sighed. He knew that you and his mother never loved each other. Your marriage was only accepted because King Viserys still lived to allow it. If it was up to her, you would’ve never stepped a foot in King’s Landing. But it seemed to him that things were just getting worse every day.

“If it were up to me, I would have let you rest. I know how hard these last few days have been for you, my lady”, she faked a sympathetic smile. “But a... friend from Dragonstone has arrived with news I believe you should hear.”

The guards opened the doors behind you and you turned around to see a man walking in, carried by two more guards. He looked terrible, to say the least. His eye was so swollen that you couldn’t even stand to look at it for too long. His lip was cut and blood dripped down his chin, staining his torn, old shirt. He fell to the ground as soon as the men dropped him, so week and scared that it made you look away. Your gaze turned to your husband. He stared at the poor man with no pity.

“Can you repeat to the princess what you told prince Aemond, traitor?”, Otto asked the man.

The traitor looked at the prince scared. And right then, you knew that Aemond was responsible for that man’s torture.

“Rhaenyra Targaryen...”, the man spoke with a low voice.

“Louder. And look at your princess when you speak, bastard”, Aemond said with anger in his voice.

The man did as he was told, trying his best not to stutter. “Rhaenyra Targaryen has been working with the shadows, my princess.”

Suddenly, your eyes were filled with tears from anger and hate. You told them. You told everyone and nobody but your husband believed your words.

“How?”, you asked.

“The witch of the woods, my princess...”

“Her name. I want her name.”

“Please, my princess... I was cursed...”, he begged, but you did not have a single drop of mercy in your heart now. “I cannot say her name... her gods will come for me”

You surprised everyone by stealing Ser Criston’s sword. He tried to stop you, but you were quicker and walked to the traitor, pointing the sword to his neck. “You will give me her name or I'll kill you so slowly that you will beg for her gods to take you.”

He continued to look at you quietly, crying and sobbing. You did not feel anything. Because of the witch those gods, whoever they were, took your daughter.

You could hear her crying. Was she scared?

You lowered the sword and the man breathed relieved. That was, until he heard your next words. “Take him to the dungeon.”

He looked at the guards terrified while they took him by the arms, raising him from the ground. He begged again for your mercy, but you didn’t even look at him.

“I will speak to him”, you said and looked at your husband. “Alone.”

part IV

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embodyingchaos · 10 months

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Hiiiii can I request something fluff with abner krill like maybe dating headcanons ( Ik it’s pretty basic but I’m a sucker for them 😭) honestly anything that’s fluffy and cute lol

❥ hi there, darling! MY BABY ABNER KRILL AAAAAA ofc i can write dating hcs for THE polka-dot man! i hope you enjoy them! (I'M SORRY THAT THEY'RE SORTA LONG)

dating polka-dot man a.k.a abner krill headcanons warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attacks, ptsd, a bit suggestive at the end HEHEH

OKAY OKAY SO, i would say that abner would definitely not be the one to ask you out first, and if he did, he would be a stuttering mess like “w-would y-you maybe think about.. going on a date?” and you’d be like oh yeah totally, with who? and then he’ll be like “with me” AND HE’D WHISPER IT REALLY SOFTLY AND YOU’D BE LIKE “OH- OH MY GOD YES” HEEHEH

and then every where you guys go for your dates, he would overthink every little thing, like did he pick the right place? did he order the right meal? do you like this kind of thing or should he have asked you where you wanna go and you’ll answer the same thing every time “anywhere is good enough as long as it’s with you” AND HE’D BE BEET RED LIKE BLUSHING CRAZY

abner would definitely be tense for the first few dates before slowly loosening up and relaxing, but even that will take a while

dating abner might be tiring at times, he constantly questions why you’re with someone like him, he’ll constantly be worried that you’ll leave him, but all in all, you’re willing to reassure him with words of affirmation

abner definitely calls you babe, or baby, or just by your name, he doesn’t strike me as a nick name type

though, if you call him any nickname like darling, sweetheart, my love, HE WILL MELT, BE IT IN YOUR ARMS OR ONTO THE FLOOR, HE’LL GET FLUSTERED AND HIDE HIS FACE IN ANY WAY AAAAAA

abner is definitely a little spoon, he feels safe and comfortable in your arms, and every time he’s having a panic attack or ptsd hits, the best way to calm him is to embrace him

he would get nightmares in the middle of the night about his mother abusing him all over again but it would be okay because you're there to hold him tight and tell him that she can't hurt him anymore

he would do the same for you if you had a nightmare or a troubling past, he wouldn't know what to say, but i'd feel like he'd memorise the things you say to him and then repeat them back to you, because he learned from the best ofc

i’d think he gets a little bit jealous, but he trusts you, but yk when insecurity hits, everything just gets a little foggy, he doesn’t want to tell you because he doesn’t want to be a nuisance but you can tell, you’d always kiss his cheek when you know he’s feeling a tad bit insecure and that brightens him up real quick

abner will protect you in any way he can, even if he knows he isn’t that physically strong to win in a fight, he’ll defend you and your honour any time

though usually it’s you who protects him by standing up to people who call him names or are rude to him, he has to calm you down and pull you away so you’d stop cussing at them

i am not including when he’s put in belle reve bc in my headcanons, he doesn’t get sent to prison for murdering his abusive and insane mother bc she definitely had it coming

I WOULD LIKE TO HEADCANON THAT THERE WAS THIS ONE TIME YOU TRIED ON HIS POLKA-DOT MAN SUIT BECAUSE YOU WERE CURIOUS HOW IT WOULD LOOK ON YOU, and he walks in on you and he’s like :0 jaw-dropped, eyes wide open, and you’re like “oh you’re back! i wanted to see how your suit looked on me! i think i look pretty cooOOL-!” yeah, uh, you’re way too attractive for your own good, good luck for the night

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toastytoaster22 · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @wingsonghalo

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

47!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

753,979 holy shit

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days just Mob Psycho 100, but I have written for Digimon Adventure and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle as well.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A little surprised by number 5 here! its such a teeny fic compared to the others.

Issho 2. Break 3. A Mother Muses 4. Socha 5. Stars on My Ceiling

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try! There was a big gap in 2022 where i had a newborn and zero time and energy, but usually I try to get a thank you out to everyone.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm the "happy ending guaranteed" author so very few of my fics end sad, but I do have a Digimon fic called Hugs Are Like Vitamins that is an exception to the rule. Very sad ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The end of Issho is probably the most satisfying ending, but I am unsure if its the happiest. Honestly, Stars on My Ceiling is cavity inducing. Effervescent is also painfully sweet. Chapter three of Into Bloom. all of these are pure fluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Extremely rarely. It has happened, and I don't engage. Deleted! Goodbye!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

You know, I don't consider Leaps and Bounds smut. Its a fic that has a lot of explicit sex in it, but the story is about learning to be comfortable in the bedroom. If the sex is sexy, that's a bonus hahaha

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't yet, but I think about them sometimes...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. Here's hoping it stays that way.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Two, I think! Break was translated into Russian by @teawithbread!!! Thanks so much!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I think I would be a nightmare to work with actually. I have had people ask and I politely decline.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I am not very into romance in general, so I have to say TeruMob. They're basically the only ship I care about. I enjoy the idea of TaKari in Digimon but more as soulmates... could be platonic or romantic. They are inseparable no matter what.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Never Hopeless sequel, A Dream In The Dark. UGHHHHHHHHH its only on ff.net bc i am so ashamed of dropping a project. I do still have the BINDER i wrote all my notes in though so perhaps when I am 80 I can dig it up and finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Children! Hello! I write realistic children! And connecting readers to memories they forgot they had, apparently. Its a frequent comment topic.

I'm very good at describing hard to describe emotions and I think my pacing is good. I like writing endings that punch you with a final line to tie it all together. I'm a sucker for that shit.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I slow down dialogue with a few too many movement descriptions, I think. I just really like body language aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I am too tired to really think this through. For the most part, seeing as I am writing for shows that are originally in Japanese, I try to keep food names accurate. I try to translate words unless they have no english equivalent like genkan. Foyer or entryway doesn't feel the same? I also tend to keep specific titles in japanese, seeing as they can get awkward or clunky when changed to english equivalents.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

On Ao3 it was Digimon and that's all you're getting out of me.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I love all my children equally (Issho). But no seriously Break is insanely good and when i have Nightjar finished I will feel like its my new favorite child. Usually its whatever the last thing i wrote was.

UUUUUUUUU Tagging @ygodmyy20 @sodasexual @babovens @and-devi-remains @fizzy-champagne

#toasty writes #thanks for the tag wing!#havent done one of these in a while #mp100 #toasty answers but it wasn't an ask shut up

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penmansparadise · 2 years

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Steve Harrington ~ A Sweet Distraction

*I DON’T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Wheeler Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Mild language. Kind of spoilers from S4.

a/n: This was requested by @lollipopz . I hope this is what you wanted! I did take some liberties with the story by putting Steve back in high school. It’s been a while since I wrote for Steve, but I had fun doing this one. Enjoy everyone, and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist I have. Remember, my asks are always open, so don’t be shy. Get to know me lol. Also, requests are still open. I do have quite a bit of requests to get through, but as long as you don’t mind waiting for something, I am happy to write for you. Thank you all for the love!!

You sat at your desk, fighting to keep your eyes open. The math equations on the chalkboard all seemed to blend together, and class hadn’t even started yet. You sighed and ran your hands over your face. For the past four days, you had been having bad dreams. But not just any bad dreams; you’d been having night terrors. Dreams that seemed so real that you were crying and in a cold sweat when you woke up. The dreams were so bad that you actually dreaded going to sleep every night. It was to the point where you were staying awake until your body crashed. But then the nightmares stopped only coming at night. You started seeing and hearing the steady tick of a grandfather clock. You didn’t tell anyone. Instead, you just came to the conclusion that you were probably hallucinating from the lack of sleep, or at least you hoped that’s all it was.

You rubbed your eyes before looking up and seeing Steve enter the classroom. Even though you felt like you hadn’t slept in about a week, your body suddenly became very alert. You knew Steve for as long as you could remember, but it wasn’t until a couple years ago that you started seeing more of him. He started hanging out with your little brother, Mike, and his friends. At first, you thought it was a little odd that a teenager was hanging with a couple of middle schoolers, but you quickly pushed that thought away. You hadn’t said two words to the boy. You were just happy to catch a glimpse of him and earn a smile in passing. When you found out you shared the same math class at the beginning of senior year, you almost exploded. And when Steve sat next to you on the first day and actually said hello, you nearly fell out of your chair. You were mid-way through the school year now, and still, your only interactions were about Mrs. Anderson’s trigonometry quizzes.

Steve maneuvered through the desks until he was sitting at the desk next to you. He looked perfect. His hair was combed and styled with enough volume to make half the girls in the school jealous. He was handsome, whereas you probably looked like an extra from Return of the Living Dead. Steve hung his backpack on the back of his chair before turning to you. Your tired stare was trying to focus on the chalkboard, but you could feel Steve’s eyes boring into you.

“Hey,” he said, causing you to turn your attention to him, “are you feeling alright?”

He leaned a little closer to get a better look at you, but you quickly turned back to the front of the room.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, waving him off, “I’m just tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Nightmares?”

The single word had your back straightening. You hadn’t told anyone about what you had been dealing with. No one knew a thing. You snapped your head to face Steve again, and he jumped back a little at the sudden movement.

“What did you just say?” The question came off a bit harsher than you wanted, but you couldn’t help the hope that bubbled up inside you. Steve put his hands up in surrender and leaned back in his chair.

“Sorry, I was just asking if you had nightmares? You know? Like bad dreams?”

Your jaw went a little slack. Of course, Steve didn’t have a clue what you were going through because you were going insane. Nobody was having vivid nightmares or seeing a random grandfather clock. You let out a breathy laugh to try and cover up the utter disappointment you felt.

“Oh, right, yeah, just a bad dream.”

You turned your attention to the front of the room just as Mrs. Anderson began her lesson, but you weren’t really listening. Instead, you dropped your head down onto your desk. You let your eyes shut for a brief moment, and that is when the ticking started. It was quiet at first as if it were miles away, but it slowly got louder with each passing second. You raised your head from your desk to find the once full classroom empty. Mrs. Anderson wasn’t standing at the board droning on about sin and co-sin, and Steve’s worried stare was nowhere to be seen. The fluorescent lights that shined from the ceiling were dimmer than before. Your breathing began to quicken when the ticking sounded again, and you turned to see the grandfather clock standing just outside the window. You watched the pendulum sway back and forth, dinging with each swing.

“Your time is almost up, Y/N.” A low voice grumbled, and you began to franticly look around to find where it came from. Your name echoed over and over again in your ears until, as if you were being sucked out of a wormhole, the lights came back on, and the entire class was staring at you.

“Y/N?” Mrs. Anderson said, “The answer to number seven?”

Your ears were ringing, and you could feel your chest tighten as the panic started to settle in your body. A couple of students began to laugh at your inability to answer the question. Mrs. Anderson raised her eyebrows, but instead of giving her an answer, you shot to your feet and grabbed your bag.

“May I use the restroom?”

Mrs. Anderson’s eyes narrowed before she gave a reluctant nod, and you ran out of the classroom. The bathroom was right around the corner, and when you entered the dingy room, you didn’t waste any time locking yourself in a stall. You dropped the toilet seat, placed your bag at your feet, and sat, throwing your head in your hands. Tears that threatened to spill over burned your throat as you massaged your scalp. You were staring at your feet, counting the cracks in the linoleum floor, when the lights began to flicker. Your fingers froze in mid-scratch, and your body tensed.

“Y/N? Honey?” Your father’s voice sounded from the other side of the stall, and you slowly raised your head to stare at the graffiti-covered door. Bile crawled its way up to your throat, but you swallowed it down.

“Dad?”

You looked up at the flickering lights again and knew that your father was not actually there.

“Did you want help with those math questions again? I went and got you a calculator?”

You recoiled a little on the seat just before the lights above you started to flicker more rapidly, and two dark, slimy inhuman feet came into view at the bottom of the door. Then, suddenly the stall door began to rattle, causing you to jump back.

“Y/N! Did you hear me? Open the goddamn door!”

You let out a scream, and your hands flew to your ears. The tears from earlier were falling at full force as you tried to block out the sound of your father’s distorted voice.

“Open the goddamn door, Y/N, or I’m gonna bash your pig-ignorant skull in myself.”

Another scream fell from your lips as you scooted back even further, causing you to fall to the floor. You continued to push back until your back was smashed up against the wall and your knees were pressed to your chest.

“Go away! Go away! Go away!” You shouted as the door rattled on its loose hinges. Every part of you hoped that the rusty screws holding it in place didn’t give out.

“Do you hear me?” Your father’s voice echoed in the small bathroom, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Go away! Go away!”

“Can you hear me?”

“Go away! Go away!”

Then suddenly, the door stopped rattling, the lights stopped flickering, and the room was silent. All you could hear was the sound of your heavy breathing and racing heart. Your cheeks were stained from the stream of tears rolling down your cheeks. Your eyes flittered around, taking in all they could see from under the stall. There was nothing there. You peeled yourself off the floor, grabbed your bag, and carefully moved to unlock the door. When it squeaked open, you took a single step out to find the bathroom the way it normally was. Dirty mirrors, paper towels were strewn on the floor, and grimy sinks. It was the same rundown bathroom you were used to. Your nose started burning as you tried to hold back a new bout of tears. You took another look around. It was mere moments ago when you had sworn you were going to die. A sob bubbled out of you, and you took off running out of the bathroom.

Your vision was so blurred as you burst through the door that you didn’t realize there was someone right outside until you were slamming into their chest. You started swatting at whoever it was, still shaken up from the bathroom incident, when suddenly two hands gripped your arms, ceasing your assault. Another sob racked through your whole body just as the sound of an angel’s voice cut through your crying.

“Hey, hey, what happened? What’s going on?” Steve asked, trying to get you to focus on him. When you finally opened your eyes and looked at him, it was like a cool drink of water on a hot day – refreshing. His brown eyes held so much worry he could put any mother to shame.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, rubbing little circles on your arms, “Talk to me.”

Your breathing was so ragged you were almost hyperventilating, and it felt like you might faint. You just shook your head as another wave of tears started to brim.

“I-I need to get out of here,” you said more to yourself than to Steve. But he didn’t care. He bent his head down enough to regain your eye contact.

“Where do you want to go?”

You lifted your head to hold Steve’s stare. His large hands gave your thin arms a little squeeze, urging you to answer. Your bottom lip quivered as you took in a shaky breath.

“Anywhere but here.”

Steve just gave a curt nod before saying, “Come on,” and snaking an arm around your waist. You didn’t protest as he pulled your body close to his and guided you toward the parking lot. But you couldn’t help the little flitters of butterflies in your stomach at being that close to him. You had a little thing for Steve for years but had always assumed he was out of your league. But now you were curling into his side, and he was holding you tighter with every inch you gave him. For the first time in days, you actually felt comfortable and safe.

When you reached Steve’s car, he opened the door for you before getting in himself. He didn’t say anything as he started the car and began pulling out of the parking lot. Neither one of you said anything as Steve drove farther and farther away from the school. You were fidgeting with your fingers, and your leg was bouncing about as fast as Steve was driving. You leaned your head against the window, letting the chill of the glass pour through you. Your eyes shut briefly before Steve finally spoke.

“What happened back there?” He asked, his voice much louder in the quiet of the car. You shook your head, reopening your eyes.

“If I told you, you’d probably think I’m crazy.”

He scoffed.

“Yeah, I highly doubt that.”

You turned to face him, and when you saw how sincere he looked, you opened up.

“Have you ever felt like you were going crazy?”

Steve nodded.

“Occasionally, yeah.”

“Well, I’ve been feeling that way for almost a week now.” That statement hit you like a ton of bricks. You hadn’t fully thought about how long everything had been going on. You gulped at the realization before continuing.

“It started with these unbearable migraines, then I started getting nose bleeds. I thought, maybe I was just pushing myself too hard, but then I started having these vivid nightmares.” You started to fold back into the seat.

“They felt so real that I dreaded going to sleep.” You paused and looked down at your hands.

“Then I started seeing this clock.”

You could see Steve stiffen in the seat next to yours.

“What clock?”

“It’s an old grandfather clock that’s ticking like it’s counting down to something.”

You looked back at Steve and could tell his once calm demeanor had changed to what looked like fear.

“Is that what you saw in the bathroom?” He asked, voice a little strained.

“No,” you said, shaking your head, “I saw something much worse.”

“What did you see?”

He turned enough to lock eyes with you briefly as you whispered, “A monster.”

You could see Steve’s throat bobble at your statement, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned his attention back to the road. The silence was back, but it was much heavier than before. You couldn’t help thinking that Steve knew something you didn’t, but you didn’t press the issue. Instead, you turned to look out your window.

“Where are you taking me anyway?”

Just as you asked that a tiny building came into view. The old ice cream parlor you used to go to when you were a kid. You remember seeing Steve there sometimes, but you didn’t think he paid attention to anything you did.

“How does ice cream sound? I know you used to come here a lot when we were younger.”

Your heart swelled at the thought of Steve paying attention to the small details about you. You didn’t know how he did it, but in a matter of minutes, Steve had managed to make your very scary reality fade away. There was no longer a monster chasing you in your dreams and making you hallucinate. It was only you and Steve sitting in the parking lot of one of your favorite places. A wide grin spread across your face.

“Ice cream sounds perfect.” You said before following Steve out of the car and up to the store.

Steve held the door open for you, and as you approached the counter, his hand fell gently onto your low back. Your eyes widened, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe. It was the second time he had touched you so intimately, and you knew that you only ever wanted him to touch you like that and no way else. You leaned into him, his hand like an anchor, keeping you steady throughout the storm.

The two of you ordered your ice cream, Steve never removing his hand until he had to pay. But once his wallet was back in his pocket, his hand was back on your body as he led you to a table out front of the store. When you sat, you immediately began to devour the delicious, sweet treat. Sitting across from Steve, you couldn’t help but stare at him. His gray Members Only jacket hung over a black shirt, and his hair was a little windswept now, but he pulled it off. A small smile pulled at his lips.

“What?” He asked, snapping you back from your daydream.

You shook your head, a bright red blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Steve began wiping his face and looking at his hands.

“Do I have something on my face or something?”

You started chuckling as he continued his attack on his face.

“No, no. It’s nothing.”

“You can’t just stare at a guy and not elaborate.”

You dropped your stare to the table, the blush deepening.

“You’re just not what I expected.”

“Well, what did you expect?”

You shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you said, raising your eyes to meet Steve’s again, “Not you being this nice to me.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed at your statement.

“Have I ever given you a reason to believe I’d be anything but?”

“No,” you said, your smile returning, “you haven’t.”

The two of you held the other’s gaze for another beat before you look away, the heat on your cheeks like an inferno. You continued to eat your ice cream in silence before Steve spoke again.

“You know,” he said, “this is kind of a big step for me.”

“What’s that?”

He motioned between the two of you.

“This. Sitting here talking to you. Just the two of us.”

You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to control the wild grin that wanted to split across your face.

“And why would you say that?” You asked in your most nonchalant tone of voice.

Steve leaned back and threw his arms up.

“Because ever since I became your brother and his little shithead friend’s honorary babysitter, I feel like there’s always something preventing me from talking to you.”

A giggle you had been suppressing fell out, earning a smile from Steve. You looked down at the rustic table.

“This is a pretty big deal for me, too,” you said before slowly drawing your eyes up to meet Steve’s stare again. He straightened in his seat.

“Oh, yeah?”

You let out another giggle.

“Yeah, because ever since you became Mike’s honorary babysitter, I’ve really wanted to talk to you.”

This time it was Steve’s turn to blush. That little red tint on his cheeks sent your heart into a frenzy. You, insignificant and completely batting out of your league, had that effect on Steve, the King of Hawkins high. It wasn’t long before he regained his composure, leaned forward over the table, and lowered his voice.

“Well, don’t tell Mike, but the only reason I began hanging around in the first place was because I wanted to see you.”

Your stomach did a 360 as you held Steve’s soft stare. You watched as a small smile spread across his face, crinkling his eyes in the process. You could have stared into his cedar brown eyes forever had time permitted, but you knew your parents would be wondering where you were, so you finished your ice cream and followed Steve back to his car.

Steve’s hand continually brushed up against yours on the center console the whole way to your house. Every part of you wanted to feel his fingers curl around yours, but you didn’t want to press your luck. And soon enough, he was coming to a stop in your driveway. His little touches ceased as he parked the car and turned to fully face you. He was much closer in the tight quarters of his car.

“I had a good time talking to you, Steve.”

“I had fun too,” he said, running a hand through his hair. Your fingers itched to feel the softness his hair provided, and you had to actively stop yourself from reaching out.

“Maybe we could do that again sometime,” Steve said, and you smiled.

“I’d like that.”

You held his gaze for another beat before turning and opening the door, but you stopped short just as you were about to get out. You turned back to Steve and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me today.”

He lifted a hand and cupped your cheek.

“Always.”

You let his warmth wash over you for a split second before finally getting out and walking up your driveway. Once inside, you made your way up to your room, high on the feeling of Steve’s hands on you. You plopped onto your bed and sighed, the thoughts of whatever monster was haunting you were far away. At least for now.

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zhongrin · 7 months

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ー and that's a wrap!!!

note: this is a thank-you post and i’ll be posting an ‘explanation’ post after this, just give me some time to compile all the information <3

so. obviously i just have to do this because man. that was a whole ride hahahah thank you so so so so so SO MUCH to people who participated actively in the ebg???? i am????? not worthy??????? lsjdkfjskldf

special mentions to: (ps. please check them out; these are all wonderful, talented writers. be sure to read their rules first, though!!!)

@kurikurikurisu / @risustravelogue thank you for putting up with my insanity throughout this event…. and for being the first to bring in their hubby to sneak around the teahouse! lol smart move!! i’m guessing you’ll bring your other hubby next time for the fun of it and i am. looking forward to it already hahahah also that morse code → vigenere cipher will haunt my nightmares now thanks- /silly

@crystalflygeo you precious precious gem. i am still wheezing at that meme you sent me. here’s to hoping the next time crys visits the teahouse it doesn’t smell like sea salt and frost anymore heh ;)) also fontaine tea time double date when? <3

@floraldresvi thank you for being the source of romance this ebg lol tartarin is a sinking ship so everyone better hop in to covivi!! all jokes aside, i love writing your interactions with coviello so much (and based on the comments everyone else seems to enjoy it too hahahah) i 🚢!!!!!

@silentmoths MOTH!!! YOUR WINGS 😭 will drinking tea make it grow back??? i offer the finest silk for you to munch on after this hsdlfjskdf anyway, be it the last ebg or this one, i love seeing the little moth flying about in the teahouse hehe <3

@ainescribe / @lychniis i hate (read: love) you. why did you have to bring back the nightmarish cipher into this smh /j anyway…. another event to be recorded in the record keeper’s books, eh? i hope you enjoyed this ebg too <3

@queen-belial you madlad /pos. the way you write ousldjflshdjflksd i feel a little bad i can only respond with small snippets because man. those are. yummy yummy meals you were dishing out there!!! capitano is coming for childe’s ass atp that ginger better watch out lmaoooo

@abyssmal-skies tysm for granting me the opportunities to up the creepy factor lol i’m glad you managed to piece together what happened!! looking forward if you ever decide on joining an ebg next time :3

@the-travelling-witch HOLLYYYYYY. thank you for letting me 'borrow' your husband and allowing me to make him a little... uhh... #deranged lol. honestly you’re one of the reasons why i went “ok so…. only my blog needs to simp for childe. i don’t…. time to make someone else ‘run’ the blog…. >:)” because for lord’s sake i am very much not attracted to him and i just. can’t. do. it. #chilly4ever #chillyno1

@leftdestiny-posts / @intothegenshinworld that letter almost took me out ngl i am. i am still crying and sobbing over it hsldfjskldjflksdf PLEASE. also shiro protection squad <;3 *silently wipes bloodied hand on a tea towel*

@kopidense / @ask-court-genshin heyyyy fellow murder accomplice (for legal reasons, disclaimer: this does not involve any real human bodies whatsoever) 🙌🏻 thanks for dropping by!! also pls tell your two friends i said hi winkwink #truezhonglimainsstickstogether /silly

@navxry actually yk what no. no thanks for you, you gremlin /silly but thanks for the trauma i guess- /j

@i23kazu YING!!! thank you so so so so much for hosting this ebg! it has been super fun and i (and i’m sure everyone else thinks the same) really appreciate your effort in putting things together!!

and of course all of the other people who sent in asks, be in anon or non-anon, be it a silly ask or a sabotage attempt or a rp attempt — please know that i really really really appreciate each and every single one of you!!!

your participation means a lot and it’s the literal driving force behind my passion in constantly drawing and writing stuff whenever i have time these past 7 days. i haven’t written or drawn any content whatsoever in weeks. do you see the power you hold over us writers by sending in fics & silly stuff now?? i hope you do.

also, even if you didn’t participate at all, i appreciate you for still sticking with me despite having to deal with my silliness for past week 😌

sending you all my kithes /p and hugs and a cup of your preferred tea! <3

#rin plays ebg #a psa from rin

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anachronistic-falsehood · 3 months

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cellbit dsmp.... could be a saving grace or a living nightmare depending on when he joined

like early l'manberg? saving grace. He's got the paranoia that cWilbur had yet to earn, I genuinely think there's a good chance he would have been able to spot Eret going turncoat. And it wouldn't have hurt to have a guy who could actually fight in this faction (cccellbit's pvp abilities aren't that noteable but qcellbit is a renowned killer so we can pretend). Maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe the Final Control Room would spare some lives, leaving Wilbur or Fundy or Tommy or Tubbo with one extra

But if he joined during elections era? More complicated. Just looking at how he was during the QSMP elections, I think he might have been a SWAG supporter? Non-zero chance that he would have been cQuackity's vice president, which is funny to me. Also, based on how he tried to handle the Federation I think that when/if Schlatt won he would stay in L'Manburg and try to spy, leading to a Manburgian cabinet like

Tubbo 🤝 Fundy 🤝 Cellbit: I Sure Hope They Don't Realize I'm The Only Spy Here

If he joined when Pogtopia v. Manburg was already in full swing, I think he would have gone for Pogtopia. cWilbur spends the whole time thinking he's an assassin hired to kill him and is just waiting for that knife to the neck. Never happens, though. He's on board with the Kill Schlatt cause, if not Wilbur being in charge- not personal, but he wouldn't want himself to be in charge either, and he has objections to Wilbur on similar grounds. Which probably makes things just that bit more stressful and worse, in the long run

For the life of me I can't figure out how he'd feel about the Butcher Army stuff

Would have supported cQ eating Schlatt's heart 100%. In general I think he and cQuackity would vibe, no matter where he appears on the timeline. If he joined before November 16th he'd understand the weight of Q eating Schlatt's heart and be tactful about it, but if he joined after he'd be like. A fellow enjoyer of cannibalism! What are the odds! And just assume that they had a shared hobby, not knowing that was a one-time thing

Could have quite the time getting possessed by The Egg

There's no way that he has a good reaction to the prison torture stuff, no matter what happens. Actually really interested about what he'd think of it, being on the one hand someone who suffered in the prison system, and on the other hand considering how he reacted to BBH capturing Ron. Non-zero chance he could get onboard and involved. Just depends on when he joins and how much he knows about the guy

I think Las Nevadas would unsettle him and if he joined as late as s3 I think he wouldn't go for any of the factions. Might put that paranormal research to use and go against The Egg

And also if he'd been there during ho16 he would have gotten a folding chair or something to put on that pressure plate. Bam. No Ranboos were harmed in this pyschocompetitive rivalry

OH this is an older ask but i am rotating it in my mind on loop rn. i am THINKING about this. ik i talked about cellbit being around for lmanberg but i like to imagine he would have joined around the time ranboo and puffy did, right after nov 16. he never knew wilbur as he was and met ghostbur a handful of times, which would make him meeting revivebur later on sooo much more interesting. he would be so standoffish with this guy. like oh you're the guy i keep getting compared to. nice to finally met you. so i heard you blew yourself the fuck up and destroyed your country and made your father kill you. what was that about huh. and wilbur would HATE him he would detest this man. you know how when two people are so similar but just different enough that they clash horribly??? that's them. they go about things the same way but have very different things that they want to do so they disagree on everything and are equally stubborn about it. they would drive everyone around them INSANE.

and if we're keeping cellbit's backstory the same as q!cellbit's then he's already got a history with bbh, so he might be tempted to join the badlands. he would LOVE the egg arc omggg he would go crazy for that shit. he would be obsessed. since cc!cellbit wanted to be a villain when he joined the qsmp (and got distracted by Gay Roleplay) i think he would love to act the part of an egg infected villain :3 i like to think the egg would be able to sense his bloodlust and try to manipulate him into helping it. and i think he would for a bit!! whether he's actually infected or just pretending so he can gather information and betray them later, idk, but he'd certainly play a part in the eggpire somehow, that's for sure. he'd fit right in with them :3

HOWEVER i do think that after the red banquet, or even during it, he would denounce or betray the eggpire (which would be insane, imagine hannah betraying the pro-omlette team and then cellbit immediately going HA YOU THOUGHT!! and betraying the eggpire, the plot twist would be crazy) and i think he would join the syndicate right after. he'd be sooo good in the syndicate i am so serious. cellbit himself is kinda friends with ranboo and they click so well so i think they would have a great time roleplaying together!!! imagine him escaping to the end with the rest of the syndicate +kristin AAAAAA syndicate cellbit...... save me syndicate cellbit

and i would LOVE to hear the insane homoerotic way wilbur would write him into hitting on 16. you KNOW cellbit would be involved in las nevadas/the burger van arc somehow. we'd have a three way homoerotic psychocompetetive rivalry going on. idk what he would even do to get involved but you just know he would involve himself somehow. i think quackity and wilbur would fight over him a little bit and cellbit would be a little shit and tell them he'd join the country/faction of whichever of them could give him the best offer in terms of riches or weapons or other benefits or whatever and then he'd leave them to fight. he loves stirring shit up <3 but i think he would get involved because he'd be friends with ranboo and wants to make sure they're doing okay. the syndicate sticks together!!!! i do think he'd ultimately get more involved with las nevadas as cquackity's vice bc i think cq would offer him a chance to torture cdream in prison and cellbit would be like. absolutely vibrating with excitement. he would accept immediately. when cq is tired he sends cellbit in his place and cdream DREADS those days, bc at least quackity is methodical and clean with his torture. cellbit just goes absolutely ham and gets very close to killing him multiple times. oh cellbit would have such a blast beating the shit out of dream <3

#qsmp #dsmp #dream smp #this concept is everything to me.......

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naffeclipse · 8 months

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Naff! Naff! I finally read the last chapter of Song Fish!! Let me just start with saying that I am not normal about this chapter, not at all. There's so many things happening here that make me go INSANE in the BEST WAY!!!

Enjoy my essay!! XD

(Sorry, it gets a little gory at one point)

I HATE (hate-love you know~) how Circus forcefully gives y/n air and then drag them underwater again. She's so insanely cruel. Treating y/n like they're nothing more than a tool. I love how you made her into just a villain. Part of me for some reason thought that she would be some kind of anti-villian who didn't wanna just straight up kill you for personal gain, but man I was so wrong! Djfkfjhfjr

The dread and hopelessness we're immediately thrusted into and have to endure through the first half of the chapter is so well done and sets the tone so well! The glimpses of hope through the living nightmare y/n is going through keeps both y/n and the reader hoping for all this to end, it was hard to breathe sometimes and I could imagine the absolute darkness so vividly.

The absolute terror of being stuck in a sunken ship at the bottom of the sea.. that's the most terrifying place to be. It's like being stranded in space. Y/n really got the iron lung experience huh..

The visual I got whenever Circus was in the air pocket was striking. The way she lights up the entire space and water below in red is terrifying and in ways beautiful. Her giant green eyes have been seared into my mind and retinas somehow, I can visualize them so clearly against the red glow of her body.

Her tentacles snatching up y/n, squeezing and tossing them around in this already claustrophobic space sounds like literal hell and how y/n tries desperately to wipe the slick slime from Circus' tentacles away after she's let them go makes me cry :'0

It's terrifying how she can manipulate and control y/n so easily. Mers have all the control over their humans, knowing that fact makes me melt more over how sweet and caring Sun, Moon and Freddy are (and also Eclipse♥️). Just thinking back to Vanessa now and how Glitch controlled her like a puppet... I'm glad Circus never got that far with y/n..

Freddy saves the day!!! Aw Freddy, he's so sweet c': and oh my god Gregory what the hell are you doing out there with so many broken bones! I appreciate your help immensely but DAMN!!

Oh man and here's the fight! HERE'S THE FIGHT!!!

No no!! It's not fair, Sun stands no chance even when fighting back! Circus is a coward for forcing y/n to tell Sun not to fight,, she has the power to make it easier for herself yes and it's smart of her to use that power, but man it's cruel...

I feel like I say the same thing every time, but the way you write fight scenes between monsters is always so spectacular, bloody and filled with so much anger and heavy emotions. I'm blown away every time!!

When Circus's jaws opened up and her face pealed back I had to stop and celebrate! I'm so happy you kept that terrifying feature of hers and used it exactly like I did with my drawings of her! I'm just over the moon that my weird design turned out to be accurate to the fic! XD

She's terrifying! I love her! And hate her!

The tearing and slashing and biting AAAAA!!!! Oh god poor y/n having to feel what ALL THREE are feeling,,

Thank god for Freddy being there to stop Circus. The glimpses of fright finally being felt from her is SO SATISFYING! She screwed up majorly by messing with this group of mers and humans, and finally she's feeling that regret and fear for what she's brought upon herself.

They tore her head off!!?!!? Absolute BEASTS!!!!

I try to imagine how much that'd hurt but it's impossible. To Circus the pain stopped once her neck broke apart, but for y/n it persists. To feel every nerve snap, the skin tear, muscles rip and spine break and then the fading of consciousness on top of it all. And have all that pain stay after you're supposed to have died from it.. yeah I have no way to describe it and no way of imagining how that must feel. ....I'm not surprised y/n fainted.. though I do believe it was something more than just a faint..

*Deep inhale*

THEM!!!! FISHER AND ECLIPSE!!! IT'S THEM!!!!!!!

Oh I am not normal over our two y/ns meeting each other!! I screamed and cheered and nearly cried I was so happy to see those two again!!!

The way fisher is there to greet y/n and help guide them is PERFECT! And Eclipse being there too in his full glory, his beautiful red and orange colors against the bright white sky and dark star dotted ocean is striking. Absolute eye candy (which is funny to say cause it's writing, but you paint everything up so well so I can visualize it without any problems!)

I love this afterlife, or in-between life and death you've created, it sounds so peaceful and otherworldly.

Excuse me for a second as I scream into my pillow. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY TURNED INTO YOUNG VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES BEFORE THEY LEFT!!!! AAAAAAA MY HEART!!!!! I'M CRYING!!!!!! I love them so much,, fisher and Eclipse are so precious to me and I'm SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM AGAIN!!!

I love how you've tied these two stories together and how one of them even effects the other. I really wanna reread Deep Dreams, it's soon been a whole year since I first read it!

Fisher and mer Eclipse hold a special place in my heart. I'm so happy you brought them back for this conclusion, it's a beautiful conclusion to their story too ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

I wonder how much Sun and Moon could feel when y/n was under. Could they sense the presence of another great mer near their human or see what y/n was seeing? Or did they feel nothing, nothing at all, and for a moment thought they had lost the person they live for? My brain goes brrrrrrrrrr when I think about it~

They're like cats! Since when were they like cats!? They're licking each other's wounds!! AAAAA SWEETIES!!!

Can I ask again what kind of sailboat this new one is?? Aaaa they're painting it so prettyyyy!!! :'D

YES GO TO THE ABANDONED SHACK!! YEEES FIND THE SEASHELL!!! YEEEEES PUT IT WITH THE OTHERS WHERE IT BELONGS!!!! I'm not normal pdkdjdkd

Naff oh my god!! I loved this so much!!! NAFF I'M RATTLING YOU!!!! Thank you for this wonderful story, I enjoyed it immensely all the way through♥️

I hope you enjoyed my many thoughts pdjddskdj and I hope you're doing well! Remember to take care of yourself a little extra now when you're stretched thin between responsibilities and school stuff. Remember to stretch, hydrate and get plenty of rest~

Until next time I scream in your inbox, take care! I love you! ♥️♥️♥️

Meep, I am enjoying your essay wholeheartedly, you have no idea!!!

Oh my gosh, Y/N is getting the iron lung experience ;-; Too many terrifying situations under the oceans these days!

Yup, that's what poor Vanessa went through! Fisher Y/N thankfully never had to find out what a terrible mer could do with such a bond, but I wanted to explore that concept more, and who better than our fearful little Y/N trying to do their best?

BABE I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THE RETURN OF ECLIPSE AND FISHER Y/N!!! It was one of my favorite scenes to write!

As for what the boys felt when Y/N was gone, it was a stark emptiness. The strict feeling of something needing to be there but wasn't. It was so out of place and terrifying. The boys were truly scared that they had lost their little seashell.

The next sailboat is a sloop as well! Y/N got pretty attached to that type hehe

Ahhh, I'm rattling you in return!!! I'm so glad you'll tell me your thoughts on it and I'm even happier that you enjoyed it all!!!

I'm doing good, thank you! I hope you are, too, and make sure you take it easy on yourself ♥ I love you, too!!!

#themeeplord #i am smooching your sweet little forehead #mwah #song fish amid the stars spoilers #compliments #moots

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toomuchracket · 8 months

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you already wrote abt the birthday patry couple pregnancy scare but what abt when they find out she’s pregnant fr??

i think it happens in a similar way to the pregnancy scare, and it happens a few months after you and matty get married and go travelling for a bit in lieu of a "proper" honeymoon; you're home, and your period is seemingly late. and given that it's happened before, both you and matty are very laissez-faire about the whole thing (but secretly you're both a little bit excited about the fact that you could potentially be pregnant) - when it genuinely doesn't appear, though, matty freaks a little bit (in a good way!) and immediately panic buys almost the entire stock of pregnancy tests in the local pharmacy lmao. to be fair, you also go a little bit insane and do three tests back to back; matty waits outside the bathroom door while you do them, confusing the hell out of mayhem, who is usually the only one waiting outside rooms for long periods of time in the house lol. you pull matty into the room while you wait for the tests to develop, and because you're both visibly nervy you're like "come on, let's have a shower while we wait. might calm us down"; it does, washing each other's hair and just kissing sweetly. matty rests his hand on your stomach quite poignantly and says "whatever happens once we get out of this shower... i love you", and you kiss his chest tat over his heart and say "and i love you" - you hug for a bit, until the timer on your phone goes off and you nervously step out of the shower hand-in-hand. you head over to the counter straight away; matty's like "babe, a towel!", and you're like "no it's fine i just need to know", and he sighs and says "well, we might as well both be naked" and comes over to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as you both peer at the tests. matty gasps and you giggle slightly deliriously as you process the results from all three of them - pregnant. you lean your head against matty's shoulder and turn so you can hug him, a hug he reciprocates enthusiastically, sniffling as he does; he pulls back, teary, and you smile and say "hi, dilf", which makes matty laugh and say "hi, milf" before he grabs your face and kisses you. it's such a passionate kiss that it actually leaves you lightheaded - when matty smiles and says "we're having a baby", all you can do is smile back and say "mhmm", which makes him laugh. and you're like "this is the best thing. from day 1 of our relationship i've spoken about you being a dilf and now it's finally happening! fuck, i can't wait to see you hold our baby. i hope they inherit your... everything, actually", and matty blushes and says "no, i hope they have your eyes. i love the way you see things. i want our kid to see them the same way"; you literally melt into him at the romance of it all, and then he ruins it by saying "this is going to be a nightmare btw every time i think about you being a milf i get hard", and you shake your head like "for fuck's SAKE, matthew". but you both have a laugh about it and a little smooch, and then you say "better get that out of your system before the baby gets here, yeah?", and matty's like "well, let me take you to bed and i'll try my best" and you're like "ok!" - as matty grabs a towel for you both, though, he kisses you really sweetly and says "hot parent stuff aside, i really am ecstatic and so grateful that we're doing this. i love you, sweetheart, and i love our baby already. can't wait to meet them and raise them with you" <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #into the birthday partyverse

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prismaticpichu · 10 months

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Updated Master List!

Howdy!!! Hope you’re having an awesome day! I thought it was high-time to do an updated Masterlist of all my little thingies! If y’all don’t know who I am and wondering wtf is on your dash, I’ma little gremlin who loves to write FF7: Crisis Core-centric stories :33 If you do know who I am, you know that Zack & Sephiroth dominate almost every individual sentence that my keyboard produces. Either way, I’m shoving this in your face!

Thank you so much forever and always for giving me a safe place to share my stuff!! <33

~~~

✨ Pichu’s Writing ✨

The Bonds That Kept Me Sane Universe - A universe revolving around the unbreakable friendship between Sephiroth & Zack Fair! Stories are extremely floofy and filled with a lot of heart! You will find a needle or two in there, but for the most part, this is the safe side of town <33

1. Blazes & Bullets (10 chap/10) - Zack refuses to accept that his friend has gone insane, and instead decides to try and break through rather than fight against him (later rewritten as Candle in the Rain- really recommend reading that instead xD).

2. Wish - Sephiroth doesn’t know it’s his birthday.

3. Procedure - Sephiroth’s brutal memories of getting his wing.

4. Surrogate - Zack is homesick; Sephiroth remedies this.

5. Snow Angel - Snowball fight!

6. Guard Dog - Zack retrieves his sick friend from Hojo’s lab.

7. From My Eyes - Zack is mourning over Angeal

8. Movie Night - It’s literally a movie night, mate.

9. A Silver Veil - Sephiroth doesn’t like Halloween; Zack absolutely does.

10. Daylight - Sephiroth accompanies Zack to visit Aerith.

11. I’ll Name the Dogs - Zack comes home from a solo mission.

12. Green-Eyed Reindeer - Sephiroth goes home with Zack to spend Christmas in Gongaga.

13. Let Sleeping Puppies Lie - Sephiroth wonders why Zack left his favorite toy behind on a mission.

14. The Art of Distraction - Zack doodles during working hours.

15. Purify - Following the events of Nibelheim, Zack solaces his broken best friend.

16. Enter the Plush Dragon - It’s Zack’s birthday! Sephiroth needs to find a present stat.

17. Don’t Cry Over Spilled Coffee - Early in their friendship, a small mistakes causes a small fight.

18. Shedding Coats - Zack & Sephiroth swap clothes for the fun of it!

19. You Ain’t Nothing but a Hound Dog! (2 chaps/?) - Zack is turned into an actual puppy, and now he and Sephiroth have to fix that little pickle.

20. On Pins and Needles - Zack walks in on an unexpected hobby.

21. Scissors - Zack discovers his friend’s wing, and what it symbolizes to him.

22. It’s the Best Medicine - Zack remembers the first time he heard Sephiroth laugh.

23. How to Save a Life - Zack finally thanks his friend for saving him from Ifrit.

24. The Zack & Sephiroth Safe Haven - A collection of originally-deleted works I put together because I regretted taking them down; all of these take place in the same universe, consisting of:

Just Your General Soup - Sephiroth gets the sniffles

Irreplaceable - A misunderstanding breaks Sephiroth’s heart.

Songs of Silence - Zack is away in Junon, and things are too quiet in the office.

The Cozy Caretaker - Zack’s a little sick; fic is bite-sized.

The Bright Side of White - Angeal comes to visit his old puppy in his sleep.

Cereal Killer - A 7-yo Zack discovers his hero on the back of a cereal box.

Dream Catcher - Zack & Sephiroth share nightmares about the other.

Candle in the Rain - This is what I was talking about! An updated version of Blazes & Bullets that ACTUALLY takes “Sephiroth not being too happy about the Jenova Project” into account; same plot and outcome, with Zack trying to break through to a mind-controlled evil Sephiroth.

Say Cheese! - Zack accidentally gets Sephiroth’s coat dirty.

Paths Ahead - Sephiroth is thinking about the future; Zack assures him they’ll always be together.

Under My Wing - Following the events of Modeoheim, Sephiroth vows to take care of the broken puppy left behind.

Sandwiched Between Society - Sephiroth eats Oreos wrong.

Palentines Day - Zack celebrates Valentine’s Day with his very platonic pal.

Cat’s in the Cradle - Sephiroth thinks his slitted eyes make him a monster; Zack is there to assure him otherwise.

25. Catch You Letter - Sephiroth goes into panic mode after finding a love letter written by Zack

26. Are You For Teal? - (An AU of this universe) - Zack develops a little something in his heart while taking a magazine quiz with Sephiroth

27. Lightning - Zack comforts his rattled friend after Sephiroth relives a horrible memory

Traffic Cones on the Highway to Arson - Disjointed fics that revolve around the sole purpose of keeping Nibelheim flame-free!!

1. Fragments - Before Sephiroth can reach the library, Zack stops him right in the Nibelheim mountains.

2. To Soothe the Savage Beast - Zack has a clever solution to get Sephiroth to fall asleep in the manor.

3. Sephiroth’s Pet Rock - Sephiroth gets a pet rock. This cures his depression.

4. Call to Action - All it took was one single phone call to save the day

5. The Inns and Outs of Things - A last-minute confession at the Nibelheim inn changes the course of history.

Miscellaneous, uncategorized fics! - Fics that don’t fall into either category and are purely just Ideas™️ brought to life!

1. Angeal and the Kitty Crisis - Hollander’s clone machine malfunctions.

2. Paw-Padded Calamity (10 chap/10) - Zack finds a lost little Pichu in the slums. May revive the sequel if I decide to continue!

3. Treasure - Masamune breaks.

4. Study Buddy - A time traveling Zack warns his younger self not to leave Him alone in the library.

5. The Thirst for Knowledge - Sephiroth passes out from dehydration and wakes up in Cloud’s childhood bed.

6. Take Your Best (Mug) Shot - J-cell purging coffee!

#sephiroth #ffvii #zack fair #crisis core #fangirl #pichu writing #fanfic #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #professor hojo #masterlist #ao3 #cloud strife #weenie hut jrs #ff7 fanfic

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damianbugs · 1 year

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hi <3 since ive already obsessively reread your works i dont know how many times i think it's time for me to branch out and find some other batfam stuff too (im still a loyal reader tho dw bestie) i was wondering if you had any batfam authors you personally love and / or are inspired by! or maybe your top 5 batfam fics? if you don't mind sharing it ofc! thank u have a swag day and thank u for putting out such amazing amazing work into the world that offers me (personally) so much comfort :)

hello !! thank you so much for reading my works and i hope you will continue to enjoy them <3 i am so glad they bring you as much comfort reading as they do for me when writing !! and YES OF COURSE there is simply nothing i love more than recommending batfam fics that have me going absolutely crazy insane.

i previously did a top 5 batfam fic recs, and so here are my, uh, other top 5 batfam fics? everything is at the top of my list at this point.

+ these are in no particular order !!

MY TOP 5 BATFAM FICS (AGAIN) ON AO3 !

Cold Hard Want by AudreyCritter

“Are you happy?”

“I...I’m getting there.”

A follow-up to DC Rebirth Batman #35, in which Bruce recovers from being stabbed in the back and Damian considers the elusive nature of happiness.

MY NOTES: i might have read this fic a dozen times and everytime i do i am always so amazed by it. i have a soft spot for fics that move alongside actual comic canon, and so this was a lovely follow up to that original story (though you do not need to be familiar with it to enjoy this fic). damian is such a complicated character but at the end of the day, he is a child — and i think this handled his tumultuous relationship with bruce, dick and selina(!!) really well.

White Christmas by LemonadeGarden

Jason's been in the manor for a few months now. Bruce is a pretty cool guy, sure, but he's not exactly sure what to expect from him.

And then they go to Siberia in the winter on a case. It goes horribly wrong, and then pretty well.

MY NOTES: personally i think it is always the perfect time of year for a christmas fic that isn't actually about christmas. now, not only do all the best tropes meet in this fic (cuddling for warmth, sick fic, comfort after nightmares - to name a few) BUT this is also about robin jason todd. the little boy of all time. wonderful fic.

all the other rooms are a party tonight (and you never got an invitation) by irnan

(You will need an ao3 account to access this fic)!

The major difference between Gotham before Bruce left to set up Batman, Inc and Gotham after he comes back is that his children are grown-ups. Well, except for Damian.

Still, four out of five's an overwhelming majority.

MY NOTES: there is something so healing about this fic. bruce is rather pathetic (said fondly) in the way troubled middle aged men become when they finally realise their life is only in consequence of the people who exist around them. the dynamic between cass and bruce and dick and bruce in this is one of my favourites. the latter is very carefully weaved into the entire story, even when pertaining the other characters. a great take on bruce!

Have I Told You About Minnie? by Hinn_Raven

After you’ve known Matches Malone long enough, you get used to him telling you about his kids. Not that his kids know about it.

MY NOTES: oh this is such a fun one!! stephanie and bruce is such a wonderful dynamic and something about bruce creating an entirely new persona as a subconscious excuse to gloat about his children is just too funny. really sweet!

i want you to remember me by zxrysky

Bruce really needs to get rid of his saviour complex. Not all of them are the same as that poor boy who had to watch his parents get murdered in a dark alleyway; not all of them need to be saved.

Jason is perfectly fine where he is. Some capital would be great, but otherwise, he’s fine. He’s fine.

He doesn’t need to be saved again.

“No thanks,” Jason mutters, and pushes the papers away.

MY NOTES: this one hits you when you least expect it. it is so funny, so sweet and it hurts. jason todd you are so ridiculously complicated and tragic. also my favourite kind of time travel, kind-of-time-travel! little jason receives all of older jason's memories and his meeting with bruce and journey to robin is different, but some things are just destiny i suppose. so lovely.

as for inspirations or favourite authors, i have to say it might just be everyone i have ever read a fic from so i can not pick out anyone right now. the writers featured on this list are also phenomenal and some have written other amazing and loved batfam fics you should definitely check out!

hope you enjoy these anon and thank you again <3

#bruce wayne #jason todd #stephanie brown #robin jason todd #time travel #damian wayne #dick grayson #batman and robin #batfamily fic recs #saki batfam fic recs #hey guys unrelated news #but i think i have finally figured out how to format on tumblr #hope this is not horrendous to look at

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isa-ghost · 2 months

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getting sentimental over you in public but thank you for being like. my biggest supporter with joining the qsmp fandom :)) publicly blaming uou for my brainrot bcyou helped explain things to me so clearly which made the daunting feeling of Oh God A Year Of Content not as daunting.

and with the animatics dude you’re :((( you’re so encouraging with me when i have literally no clue what im doing AJDJDN thank you so much <3

(im also actually CHATTING im a CHATTER now bc i know YOURE a chatter i went in pegs all by myself the other night it was crazy)

MASONNNNNNN 💚💚💚

Dude only veteran isa-ghost followers will understand this but AMFMN has been some of the most fandom fun I've had since collaborating with our best friends to make the Bunker AU.

I've never written fanfic before, only OC writings, which you know abt ofc, and the fact that this is my FIRST ONE EVER and you made an animatic for it BEFORE CHAPTER 2 EVEN DROPPED?? Insane. I can't wrap my head around it. The fact that I was one chapter in and you and @bunchofdoodlesinspace already made fanart for the fic??? I shit you not, hugely responsible for me plotting out over 10 fucking chapters of this fic. I didn't expect to make this a long fic but here we are and I am OBSESSED with every part of it.

And ofc I'm gonna be the most vocal supporter of your art, I've watched you fucking BLOOM and then some over the what, 6 fucking years?? We've been friends. You're on a level I wanted to be at by now for as long as I can remember, so everything you make to me is breathtaking and I love how experimental you are with what you do because my dumb ass is SOOO annoyingly particular and precious about my art and it's a nightmare to put up with. I love seeing you pop off in ways I personally haven't (yet?), it genuinely inspires me to take a shot at it some day when I have the means.

I've never properly infodumped to someone before because my friends have always been people who like the same things as me and already Understand(tm) so the fact that I not only got to be Extremely Autistic about my silly bird man but also coherently explained so much lore AND have resources prepared to further help myself explain & catch up a newbie is. So rewarding.

And I'm so glad I introduced you not only to PEGS but to the Freaks too because they are the 2 most welcoming and hilarious communities I've ever been a part of, in mcyt or otherwise. I've never felt like it was difficult to sorta worm into them, right away I felt like part of the whole. Literally will never forget the first time a Freak recognized me and greeted me at the start of stream without me saying anything to them first. I'm so happy to introduce you to the same kindness I was shown by them and to have someone to cherish it with.

I fucking love you you dork I hope I successfully drag you into a million more interests bc I love watching what it does to your brain and how that manifests in your art.

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journalsouppe · 5 months

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Link's Awakening HD!!! I love the art style of this game a lot and I hope the developers continue to make more HD remakes of the older games! As someone who played the oracle games before this one, this game improved a lot on playability and design so it was really nice breath of fresh air to not struggle against some of the rough aspects of those games (hardhat beetles). I wish I could've loved this game more, but as much as I enjoyed this game I still had issues with it (same with every Zelda game honestly :/).

The stickers are from the Homemade in Hyrule zine and were designed by Mirarasol

Writing typed below! (plus extra commentary in my summary)

Rating: 8.3 Played: Spr. 2023 Port: Switch

Comments:

GORGEOUS OPENING ANIMATION

omg Kaepora Gaebora

this is insanely cute

incredible sfx and animation

please that's a tanuki not a racoon T-T

the apples change color...??

omg it has the platforming

wtf the skeletons hanging??

Her name is SYRUP not WITCH

omg the classic moldorm

DAMPE

VIRE!!!

I really hate how racist Nintendo is

I like Marin and Tarin!!!

The drowning noise

the pegasus boots are so cute

color 3 up 4 right 5 up 2 left 1 down

Tarin why did you poke the nest with the stick T-T

animal village animal crossing?

oh marin and the others have round ears

FUCK SLIME EYE

i like the color dungeon but don't like choosing between offense and defense (other games let you have a reduced mix of both I usually choose)

passage ways of the egg left up left left up right up up

I like L-4

love the chess piece puzzle

omg spectacle rock

love the turtle rock head fight

nintendo PLEASE STOP WITH THE RACIST BOSSES

KIRBY!

ghastly?

love the ocarina songs

love the figurines

I really love the nightmare combo final boss

love the orchestra music

seagull marin?

love the whole dream concept

love the wind fish design

Summary:

What an incredible remake. The opening and ending animations, the smooth gameplay, the amazing new remodels, wow. This was so charming. I am angry about the racist bosses and that did affect my score and I am just not excited to see them again when I play DX. (I know this is an issue throughout the whole Zelda franchise and even in my favorite games like OOT it frustrates me, esp since later games made some of these problems worse. But the 2D games were a lot better about their designs so it was just upsetting to see this in Link's Awakening, especially since this is a remake from 2019 and no one on the developers team thought it was a good idea to change the racist designs). Although I haven't played the original LA, I can say from my experience with the oracle games that this is an incredible improvement. Some enemies are absolutely the worst to fight in the pixel games and everything was just smoothed over and so much more enjoyable. I really hope they do remake the oracle games like this one because they're so fun and silly that I know my ratings of the game would increase with a contemporary redesign. Also what a cool story. Link, half dead, experiencing a dream world filled with early Nintendo figures. It's so unique and silly, I really enjoyed exploring the whole world. Nintendo should remake more old games and cut their shit out with these damn racist designs.

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #tloz #legend of zelda #loz #the legend of zelda #zelda journal #link's awakening #links awakening

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hollyhomburg · 8 months

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reading ch 58 left me feeling so raw and uncomfortable and broken, that it felt like a hug. not to sound insane but like! it was comforting reading something that is so similar to things i’ve personally experienced (and i know you said that you’re writing based on your own experiences so i’m sending you a virtual hug and am very proud of you for writing and posting it) but seeing it happening to m/c i get to see hope at the end of it all. like it may be far away, it may not happen easily or for a while, but it’s there. i get to see what it’s like to have a support system around you when you’re dealing with nightmares that are just memories.

seriously i felt so much comfort reading this because i get to see these characters that bring me so much peace, navigate a situation i am too intimately familiar with. thank you for writing about this and posting it, thank you for using topics that many writers shy away from.

(sorry if this is confusing to read it is late and i am eepy but had to share how i felt immediately)

Ahhhh maybe it’s like a hug that you get when you’re crying, one that forces the broken bits back together like a little heart splint ❤️‍🩹! Honestly, its healing for me too- to write a world in which I get a support system too- it’s really exhausting having to like- constantly beg the people around me to love me the way I need to be loved. I like that the m/c really doesn’t have to ask.

I think that people shy away from these topics because there’s this rhetoric that there’s a right way to handle trauma and a wrong way, but the truth is nothing is ever so clear-cut. I think in exploring the way that characters fuck up and seeing the way that we still love them- enables us to extend that same generosity to ourselves. <3 I hope you give yourself the same amount of leeway too <3

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blorbologist · 1 year

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do you think canon Percy is neurodivergent / on the spectrum? I personally hc him as such but what is your opinion on this subject? what are things that stand out to you?

Hi anon!

I do as well! Full disclaimer: I am autistic, my brother is autistic and has ADHD, and our father is probably on the spectrum as well but in vehement denial. However, I got Very Good at masking, to the point I rarely unmask and spend all my energy dealing with Social Bullshit, while my brother is... idk, super charismatic in social settings, somehow, but a nightmare with Tasks and Sensory Hell. So I usually project autism onto characters given my lived experience, but can 100% see how he has ADHD vibes as well! I think neurodivergent rep is very important, and it's great that we can see ourselves in these characters <3

I will repeat this a lot, but Percy has also undergone a fuckton of trauma. A lot of his traits that remind me of myself could be due to PTSD. His panic attacks, for instance, are things I'd slot more with PTSD, personally. You can read his character different ways (I read him as having both), and that's good on you. However, I am autistic and I like projecting My Me onto the blorbo so that's what you get.

A couple of things stand out to me:

The whole Feywild thing reminds me of a special interest. Less so in the campaign, but given how they play it up in TLOVM I really suspect it's the case. Clockmaking also seems like the sort of very specific, detailed work that'd make my brain go brrr if it was my thing, so? Is that anything?

A lot of how he is described (by himself or by Tal) pre-Briarwoods could align with a little introvert noble with no social skills and a whole fuckton of arrogance, but it also aligns nicely with an autistic kid.

Just. how many times Cass has to imply 'percy I can't handle Whitestone alone' before he gets the memo. is insane. it's either 'his autistic ass isn't getting what she's trying to say' or 'percy stop being a dick and help your sister out you KNOW what she's asking'. either way works for me! But I'd like to hope he's not intentionally shoving responsibility on his little sister and use that as an excuse.

We don't know if he had issues being touched prior to being tortured ("We didn't touch in my family"), and the trauma of what Ripley did to him could 110% account for that! But I like to slot it away into my 'on the spectrum' vibes box.

Layers. Layers. Layers! Again, another potential covariate with the fact he's a poncy noble, and has a vested interest in hiding his scars, but I am Particular about what touches my skin at a given time. I like long sleeves and pants and gloves because then it's always the same sensory things on me and not changing.

Just how slow he is to court Vex. Because maybe he's reading the social cues wrong, and he has to be Obvious about his interest too, and becomes a fancy bird giving gifts because that's the best way he can think of supporting her and expressing interest while figuring out whatever the fuck this Attraction thing is.

Perhaps just a Tal thing (I see it with Ashton too, or I did when going over the Laudna n Ashton convo with a fine toothed comb the other day), but how much he fidgets when talking. Constantly moving.

His entire friendship with Keyleth is very autism vibes. Could purely be coming form her, or shared, who knows! (I am a huge supporter of autistic Keyleth, here n there I'll sneak in a line about her stimming <3)

Might just be a Me thing, but how he turns to Vex when he's feeling big emotions and doesn't trust himself to handle them. What the fuck are these, I think this impulse to lash out at Scanlan is probably bad, dear please keep me from doing anything stupid.

Also it's very funny for me to do the 'me and the bad bitch I pulled being autistic' meme with him and Vex ngkntrjnhrt

#percival de rolo #critical role #ask #cr headcanons #cr meta #I am just one leetol autism so forgive me if these aren't Perfect. i dont wanna pretend my hcs are 100% truth or anything.#i just see a lot of me in Percy #anyways this is why I wanna write a high fic because autism + The Weeds = absolutely insane levels of stimming and brain stuff.#could go very good or very badly. and it'd be fun to write him and Kiki getting high and percy going 'wtf im stimming??? WACK' like I do

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