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lessonforwholelife · 2 years

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the pregnancy was AWFUL. any rewatches I do, those scenes will be an insta-ff or tune out. i wish I could forget it existed. like honestly poor robby. he finally gets a dad functioning at like 30% basic parental capacity and is immediately supplanted by a new baby that Johnny has decided is worth intrinsically changing his way of living for. and they decide that he should be HAPPY ABOUT IT. insane.

(and Carmen gets NO POV whatsoever, not even one frank, honest conversation with Rosa or even Amanda about her own feelings and fears and reservations and the whole thing is just so ghastly in every respect.)

Chozen was the unquestionable, undisputed MVP of this season, but honestly I HATE that they’ve seemingly decided to just throw the two uncoupled Japanese characters together by default. especially when 98% of their on-screen interactions have ranged from antagonistic at best to sexually aggressive at worst. I’m not saying it couldn’t be cute but it reeks of thoughtless loose end tying that wasn’t needed.

i’m at least happy they gave daniel vindication. that was everything i wanted from that story. i didn’t always LOVE some of the plot beats but i expect nothing meaningful from this show anymore and it has vastly improved my viewing experience (pregnancy storyline aside bc my god). i did like his reconciliation with robby and more than anything I’m just glad that they used the narrative to treat most of his unhinged behavior with EMPATHY. not just point-and-laugh “look how crazy daniel is about karate har har har.”

also - the show REALLY suffers when it has to think about what needs to happen in order to advance the plot. like the kids breaking into cobra kai to perform a hand-wavey ocean’s 11 hack of the security footage? i cannot.

i don’t like how they’ve handled Kenny AT ALL. the bullied kid has become the bully, but even WORSE, and they never give him even a HINT of the emotional nuance or complexity they gave anthony last season or Tory during the last couple seasons or even Eli. i don’t believe that was intentional per se but the racial politics of it are hard to ignore in light of their narrative treatment of Aisha as well.

i think there will almost certainly be a season 6, and it will and should absolutely be the last. the formula IS wearing thin (how many more contrived tournaments, how many more super random giant karate brawls?), especially with all the characters dropping anvils all over the place about how they want things to go back to normal.

#cobra kai #cobra kai season 5 #ck spoilers #cobra kai spoilers #shouting into the infinite void

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spiritgun92 · 1 year

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Had a fun(?) dream last night. Don't remember how it started very well but the fun part was that all these fictional characters and people (like my family was there along with people I worked with) were brought together for some lecture in a weird lecture room at a large college/university. Ended up waking up in a pretty good mood because of it.

My family sat with Yusuke and Keiko from YYH in the back row. The teachers weren't impressed with Yusuke and told him off about how he was sitting. Somehow this kicked off a massive shonen fight and everyone else just watched and laughed as the teachers tired to restore peace. Someone made a comment saying, "What did they expect when they brought all the shonen's together?"

Class resumed and note passing started. I got asked to pass a note to my sister who was sitting beside Keiko. (Yusuke was beside me and Keiko was on his other side.) My sis wrote a reply but I didn't see what it said because I got a note from one of the students that was a screenshot of the chaotic classroom but in Minecraft. I was wishing that I brought my computer and was complaining that, "the new generation brought technology but I didn't know we could," when the classroom turned into a Home Depot.

We were told that we were going to face a challenge. Photos were going to be taken of us and we couldn't blink or have our eyes closed in the photos. But we weren't going to be told when our photo was going to be taken so we all just wandered around Home Depot, people and characters randomly just posing when they sensed a camera.

I am proud to say that I found someone who decided to mess with the challenge though.

One of the students decided to wear a housecoat and had a sign (couldn't read it in the dream unfortunately) basically saying the school sucks but it was going to be punny because the student was going to lose the housecoat when their photo was taken. I found this hilarious and despite the dream turning slightly horror-ish (if you cause trouble or lose the challenge, you get dissected in front of the class), I woke up in a decent mood.

#shouting into the void #havent had a fun dream in a while so this was really nice #yusuke is a hilarious seatmate #i think Keiko wasnt happy to be there either because she didnt stop him from causing trouble #somehow i did not fail the challenge but im pretty sure i was failing that class #maybe this is a reminder for me to work on ficitional city PD #also im not sure who won the shonen fight #it was mostly just you turn your head and see Goku fly by fighting someone #the kai's had a lot of clean up #didnt see any Yugioh characters but they probably knew better than to get involved

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petpenname · 19 days

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Heartache

pairing: Ellie Williams [brother's best friend] x fem reader c.w. : smoking summary: you have had your eyes on your brother's best friend and band member forever, but you'd never think she would actually talk to you? a/n: this was a submission + I'll make more parts if it gets a good response!

The air in your room hangs heavy with humidity. A slight breeze from your open window blows through, fluttering your various posters and decor hanging on your walls. And over you, sprawled across your bed, flipping through social media, you were honestly bored out of your mind. Three weeks into summer and your closest friend was away for vacation, leaving you alone… and bored.

Cycling through your socials again you get fed up with the lack of entertainment and toss your phone on the floor with an exacerbated sigh. You lay on your bed, wondering what you should do to fill the void of dopamine when the sound of music begins to fill the house. A mixture of rock, indie, and midwest emo songs rang out from your garage, conveniently positioned directly under your room.

Your brother's band got around to practicing, you assumed. You didn’t even realize your brother was home, he had gone out earlier this morning after your parents left for work. The music got louder and you suddenly had an idea of what you wanted to do, and it wasn't staying here and listening to your brother's shitty garage band. You gather your sketchbook, some pens, headphones, and a few other things into a bag, throw on a hoodie and a pair of shoes and head downstairs. You were headed to a river spot in the woods near your house. It was a commonly frequented spot by you, and your friends but not known to many. Perfect for a little seclusion and wading in cool water.

You walk down stairs and almost instantly are hit with the strong earthy smell of smoke. You linger for a second and decide that your trip would be improved with a joint, hoping your brother would front you something, you enter the loud garage.

Your brother and his band mates, all two of them, were unaware of your entrance. They were playing as loud as possible (maybe not as well as possible) but they were producing sound! Your brother slamming away on the drums while the guitarist, and bassist/singer were in their own worlds.

“Hey!” you yell over the trio.

“HEY KAI!” You shout once more at your brother. Who, without skipping a beat or stopping, yells back.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

This got the attention of the other two band members who did stop upon seeing you standing there, amps silencing to white noise feedback.

“Can I get a joint?” you ask.

“You got money for a joint?” Kai laughs.

“Can you just front me one?” you reply back flatly

“Why should I?”

“If you give me one I wont tell mom you were smoking in the house again.” You counter.

“It’s the garage so technically not the house and whatever you know they wont do anything”

“She can have one of mine?” a voice sparks up behind Kai, drawing your attention to the guitarist. A girl named Ellie. She and Kai had been longtime friends and bandmates. You barely knew anything about her other than she was in Kai’s grade, one above yours, but you knew her. You knew her eye color, her favorite flannel she wore a little too often. You knew she got a new guitar last year, and a fresh tattoo this year that shined under the garage light as she held up a joint in your direction.

You also knew that this was one of the only times she had ever spoken to you. Not like you were around each other often but you almost felt like she would try to avoid you when she was over. Shocked, but with adrenaline pumping you took your chance, walking over to Ellie. She still had her guitar hanging around her, flannel sleeves rolled up, her hair was a bit disheveled from playing, strands falling out of her half up hair do.

She hands you the joint with a sideways smile, and her eyes glint a bit.

“Thanks, you’re so much nicer than my brother” you scoff, giving her a smile back. You turn to leave, flipping off Kai as you bound out the door, leaving the band members commotion in the garage. Not seeing Kai chuck a drumstick at Ellie who dodges it with a laugh.

The success of getting a joint over shined the butterflies fluttering in your stomach from that look she gave you. The sun hit your face as you got outside and you were only looking forward to your solo date in the forest.

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The sun was setting slowly, but from where you were in the woods shade had taken over your spot. You had smoked, worked on your art, and walked along the water looking for rocks. Hanging out in the forest for a few hours always rejuvenated you in a way you couldn’t explain. But you started to get cold and decided now was a good time to head home. While packing up you realized you had pretty bad cotton mouth from the joint, so you planned to stop by the corner store.

It wasn’t a long walk but by the time you got to the corner store it was dusk. Street lights started sparking up like stars in the night sky. You opened the glass door and walked in, perusing the aisles for any snack or drink that could satiate your munchies. You were contemplating between an iced tea or a soda when the doorbell rang as someone walked in the store. You barely noticed the bell, or the girl walking up behind you until she spoke.

“Did you enjoy your smoke?”

You jump, previously lost in your thoughts, you turn around to see Ellie standing there. She was wearing a hoodie now, her guitar in its case strapped to her back.

“Oh my god you scared me!” you say, almost dropping the bottles in your hands.

“Sorry! Didn't mean to!” Ellie laughs, moving around you to open the fridge door next to you and grab a coke. “Funny running into you here” she says, a little awkward you note.

“I mean my house is only a few blocks away,” you laugh.

“Mm ya i guess so, you getting both of those?” Ellie looks down at the bottles in your hand.

“Oh um, I'm getting this one.” you hold up the iced tea & go to put back the soda. Before you could think Ellie takes the iced tea from your hand and starts walking towards the front of the store.

“Hey wait!” you look at her confused.

“Oh do you want something else princess?” Ellie turns back to look at you with a smirk.

Sparks ignite in your stomach, confused but now flustered, your mind swirling. You finally get a word out, “no, just that” and Ellie turns back to walk towards the cash register.

You follow her, not really knowing what to do or how to act. Ellie and you had barely spoken to each other before this. And now she's acting so casually around you, and what did she call you? Everything happened so fast you barely caught it but reflecting back now, did she call you princess?

Ellie pays for the two drinks and you walk out together, taking your ice tea from her once outside.

“Thank you, you didn't have to do that” you say, unscrewing the top and taking a refreshing sip.

“Don't mention it” Ellie says, “So are you going back home now?”

“Mhm yeah, what about you?”

“Yeah I was, but it's getting dark now, i’ll walk you back home first” Ellie says with a smile.

“Who said chivalry was dead” you joke, it was a nice gesture, as much as you were confused by Ellie’s sudden intentions you couldn’t help but feel a type of way when she looked at you. Her green eyes danced over your face like she was memorizing your features. You wondered if she always looked at you this way?

She had. Ellie for the past few years had been keeping such a distance from you because when you were around she felt her whole body tense up. She felt like she was on fire if you looked in her direction. And god help her if she tried to speak around you, she ended up tripping over her words and losing her train of thought. Truthfully, she didn't know what magical queer fairy blessed her with the confidence to talk to you today. But she had taken in a chance earlier in the garage, and when she saw you in the store she knew it wasn't a coincidence.

The walk back to your house was short, only a few blocks. You and Ellie joke together and talk about summer plans in the meantime. Both of you slightly high still, making your balance shifty, occasionally you would brush shoulders, sending sparks down each other's spines.

When you get to your house you stop at the walk way, a little awkwardly since you knew Ellie had been in your house before.

“Thanks for walking me home! And buying me this, um and the joint '' you say, taking in all of Ellie’s courtesy today, a little unsure what to do with yourself.

“Any time!” Ellie says with a smile, she fidgets where she stands for a second before reaching her hand up to your face. She tucks a small strand of hair behind your ear, without breaking eye contact.

“Have a good night y/n” and with that she turns around and walks away, putting up her hood.

She left you solidified on the sidewalk, body unmoving but nerves on fire with a simple touch. You float for the next hour or so, barely registering going into your house and up to your room. Trying to make sense of what had just happened, and why now? And why so suddenly?

Later that night you receive a notification on Instagram

* @www.ellie followed you *

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie smut #the last of us

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flowers-for-the-grave · 5 months

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The Florist and The Curse

"Do you really want me to hit you again?" Jimmy asked, standing on the terracotta mound, as the grass bled into the mesa. His arm was on his hip, chin jutting out proudly, with his other hand resting at his his side holding the hilt of his sword.

"I mean, you only did, like, a heart and a half of damage," Scott said with a shrug. He wasn't scared of Jimmy, no matter what the Red Life tried. He knew Jimmy for what he had been and who he is now; a kind, loyal and energetic man with room in his heart for everyone yet no one at all. "After all that-"

"Do you really want me to hit you again?" Jimmy repeated, more sternly this time. A muscle in his jaw ticked.

"-effort." Scott finished.

"You really want me to try again?" His voice grew deeper, slightly confused but remained firm and threatening.

"I mean, is your task to just hurt me? I'm so confused." Scott blurted out. "Also by shouting a weird catchphrase of 'the florist is gonna get me."'

"Yeah?" Grinning, Jimmy edged a little closer. There was a hazardous tone to his voice that set Scott's nerves on edge. He couldn't help it.

"You have thirty seconds."

The memory of the previous game left a bitter taste in his mouth. Obviously Martyn deserved the win. That was never in doubt. But being stabbed in the chest, then burned alive by his closest ally was not on Scott's bucket-list.

Nor was having Jimmy betray him like that. But, ah well.

He moved on.

Scott hadn't, cursed with too many memories and burdened with pain, blood and remembrance.

"Okay." Scott said. He gently tapped his heels against the horse's sides, urging it a little back. "I- is that your name, The Florist?"

"N- no? Dunno what you're talking about." Jimmy tilted his head like a puppy, his hair falling over his eyes. The usual honey brown was rimmed with bloody red.

"Oh, 'kay, okay." His horse moved further back, at his own insistence.

"Watch your back, Scott, alright? Watch your back." Jimmy warned.

Scott didn't stick around much longer after that.

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He watched Lizzie fail to kill him. He knew it from the moment she tried to have him step up to the ledge; it was obvious from how her voice was pitched, the tone, the way her hands seemed to twitch urgently at her sides.

Scott hadn't thought she would fall. Maybe trip a little, get hit by an Enderman.

But not fall.

He heard the crackling of the lightning bolt and looked away as it struck at the empty Void, the space where Lizzie had fallen. In her memory and honour, Scott listened to the rolling boom of the thunder that followed.

Jimmy's curse was gone.

The Canary Curse was broken.

He felt something bubble in his throat, a hoarse laugh of joy and pain mixed together in a horridly lovely cocktail. He thought of how Jimmy would react to it. He thought of the shocked widening of his eyes and how his mouth would fall a little. He imagined the shocked huff of breath, pursued by hysteric giggles as he ran forth and proudly declared the curse gone.

Scott was happy for him, truly.

...He still had questions about the whole 'florist' thing, but at least Jimmy had lost his curse.

It was an odd feeling, when it happened. Scott looked fondly upon the last game because of the tether that had snapped when he'd died; the knowledge that the curse was broken, that he'd no longer have to live until all his allies and friends were gone, that the weight had finally been lifted, had relieved him.

He had laughed and smiled and actually felt happy for the first time in years.

Two curses down. Now to break the rest of them.

#secret life smp #slsmp #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #jimmy solidarity #jimmysolidarity #canary curse #canary call first to fall #ldshadowlady #rip lizzie #rip jimmy #rip mumbo

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aquariet · 1 month

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holy shit more ramble

i remembered rae almost told icarus that centross is a god rea is slowly looking more like epros and he was called void prince (shout out to the random tumblr post that pointed that out) now for my brain to add to it rea is and always has been the prince of the end after all his mother was the queen. but since enderian is gone. rae is now technically the king of the end... all icarus has is two dead kingdoms (that's a skill issue if you ask me)

rea got lucky he had his signal reader on him or icarus would've known of it did i mentioned how much i love the tail last time? cause i love it. it's great. and just so nice and aaaaaaaaa

with the brothers being absolute dust i worry for both of them. icarus doesn't care about any deaths cause he thinks it's gonna all be "fixed"

the only way my brain can think of to "fix" anything would be a reset cause technically momboo would be back then. since kai has died before (i think)

i think rea may become a god or like demigod-ish. cause end things. but also then wolf would have three protective god boyfriends all having ties to the end.

#fable smp #icarus morningstar #rae morningstar #fenris #wolf #fable #kai #TAIL #momboo #fable smp momboo #end #gods #theories

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redwinterroses · 2 years

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Xisuma stepped through the nether portal—

And instead of hellish heat, he was hit with a wave of cold washing over his body and sending a seizing shock through his limbs. He fought to suck in a deep breath, ribs constricting. What in the—had he fallen through the world somehow? Darkness and cold—but this wasn’t the void. More like… Water?

He floundered, confused and disoriented, his hands waving wildly. They met with resistance, cutting through something that felt like a thick gel.

There was something on his face. There was something on his face—

Thrashing, his knuckles smashed into a curved, hard surface, and he gasped in a breath of stale, machine-flavored air, unable to expand his lungs enough to scream—

“Whoa, hold up there, man,” a voice chimed in his ear, “Don’t panic now, man. We’ll get you out in jus’ a sec—jus’ hang on, m’kay?” The voice was tinny and distorted, as if played from an old jukebox a hundred blocks away.

But it was familiar.

Renbob. He knew that voice—Renbob. Which meant…

A greenish light appeared in the darkness ahead of him, and Xisuma squinted, his eyes unexpectedly stinging and watering. The light quickly bloomed into a line—a gap, he realized. It widened, opening top to bottom like the maw of a dragon and he found himself blinking in the bright glow of endrods, shaded green by the thick liquid that surrounded him.

Suspension chamber.

It was… this was the Hermitheus. It had all been a dream—Or, not a real dream. A simulation. A way to pass the time between seasons.

As memory flooded back and the sound of the tank draining gurgled in his ears, Xisuma let himself relax. His heartbeat pounding in his ears slowed, and he spread his fingers against the curved glass of the chamber’s glass front, pressing against it and reassuring himself of its solidity.

The moon… That hadn’t happened. They were all fine. The world wasn’t destroyed—because it had never existed, except in their imaginations. Everyone was safe. Everyone was—

Oh.

Xisuma tapped one finger on the glass. “Renbob?” he called, his voice distorted through the breathing mask that covered his face. “No panic anymore, but I need to get out of here asap, please.”

“I’ll get right on it, man! Just ooooone sec.”

Xisuma waited—trying not to be impatient, he’d been in here for months, he could stand a few more minutes—while the last of the gel drained through the grate at his feet and fresh air hissed into the chamber. Finally, with a clunk that rattled the pod, the glass front slid open, and he reached up to unhook the facemask strapped over his nose and chin.

“Here, man, lemme take that for you.” Renbob stepped around the edge of the pod’s door and grinned, holding out one hand. “How you feelin’, man?”

“Wobbly.” Xisuma passed him the mask and reached for the wall, steadying himself as he stepped down and out of the chamber. “And insanely hungry. And I might die if I don’t get a real cup of tea in the near future—ah,” he winced. The world spun around him, and he closed his eyes for a moment, catching his breath. “But I have… something I need to do first.”

“Pretty sure you just need to sit down, man—you really shouldn’t be up and about so soon after getting out of the pods.” Renbob gave him a shrewd once-over, his cheerful expression failing to hide the evaluating gleam in his eye. “But I don’t think you’re going to listen to me.”

“I listen all the time, my friend.” Xisuma shook off the wave of dizziness and pushed himself back up straight. “But this is really important.”

Renbob squinted at him for a moment, then gave a decisive nod. “You know what you’re doin’, man,” he said. “I’ll trust your judgment—but if you keel over, just shout and I’ll be right there, m’kay?”

“‘Kay, sounds perfect.” Xisuma blinked and focused past Renbob on the larger room. “No one else is awake yet, right?”

“Nah, man. You’re the first.”

“What about—”

Renbob held up a hand, cutting him off. “You’re the first,” he repeated. “I swear, man. It’s just you, me, and Goatman up and about right now.”

Xisuma nodded. Hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice—as if one of the other hermits floating in the shielded suspension chambers behind him could somehow hear his words.

“Something went wrong, Renbob,” he said. “He was there.”

One eyebrow almost vanished into Renbob’s shaggy hairline. “He wasn’t even part of the season eight program, man. He’s got his own—”

“I know, I—” Xisuma took a deep breath. “I know,” he said again. “I need to check on him.”

Renbob stepped back. “Same place as always, man,” he said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

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(to be continued)

#this is just the first scrap -- I hope to finish editing the whole thing tomorrow #been brainrotting on X and EX all day #hermitcraft #long post #hermitcraft fic #hermitheus #moon big #xisuma #renbob #hcs8 #tw underwater #tw claustrophobia #tw drowning #<-not really but I'd rather be safe than sorry

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lostlatetwenties · 2 months

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Shout into the void

I'm currently reading Penelope Douglas's Devil's Night series and I need to know if anyone is enjoying it as much as I am.

I'm currently on book 3 (Damon's book). I love how unredeemable he is and trying to figure out how Ms. Douglas is going to make me fall in love with him. She has a real knack for making me love characters I thought I would hate.

If anyone sees this post please let me know I'm not the only one out here kicking her feet while reading these books. My current ranking is Kai > Michael > Will (haven't even read his book yet but I have a soft spot for him) > Damon. I have a feeling this is going to change after book 3....

#penelope douglas #Devil's night series #devils night series #Devil's night #Michael Crist #Damon Torrance #Kai Mori #Will Grayson iii #Erika Fane #Winter Ashby #Emory Scott #Nikova Banks #dark romance books #Dark romance #bookblr #spicy books #book tumblr #book review #I might be talking to myself on here

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fishybehavior · 1 year

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Zane needs to be plagued with more ominous visions

Zane's footsteps echoed in the void.

Step. Step. Step.

There was no other sound in the pitch-black void, nothing around. Zane had no idea where he was walking to, but he was compelled to walk forward. Further into the darkness of the void.

Step-tap- Step-tap.

A subtle tap, it sounded just like a keyboard tapping, joined his footsteps. The black void was turning a dark blue, a barely noticeable shift in the emptiness as Zane walked further and further into the ever-shifting void.

"Zane! Zane!" Someone shouted behind him, turning he saw lightning strike and the obscured figure was suddenly falling apart into many orange cubes. Falling apart and scattering on the floor, before they flew together again forming one large orange cube.

The cube then flashed before levitating off the ground, rising into the air it began to fly in the direction Zane was walking, Zane quickly losing it into the darkness of the void. Where the lightning had stuck there was a hole, flat squares, as if frozen from the explosion, hanging above the crater. Stepping to the edge Zane could only see pure blackness below, no dirt, ground, or walls. Nothing as if he was walking on a thin plane hanging above an abyss.

"Ahhhhhh! Zane help!!" Someone behind Zane screamed, Zane snapped around to see Kai falling from high above him. Zane stared as he watched his friend fall faster than he should into the ground, once again the floor broke apart. Flat squares explode and then hang in the air, slowly spinning in place with their leftover momentum.

Pulled from their shock, Zane ran to the edge of the new hole looking in he saw nothing but an abyss. His heart dropped as he continued to look for his friend.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Kai screamed from above. Looking skywards Zane saw Kai falling again from the sky. Moving almost impossibly fast right where he fell before. Zane only just got out of the way before Kai fell through the hole in the floor again. Keeping his eyes upward he watched as a tiny red speck appeared, growing bigger and bigger until he recognized it was Kai. Screaming and flailing as he continued to fall.

"Please help!" He screamed as he fell to the ground again.

"Don't worry buddy I got you!" Cole said coming from nowhere he reached his hand towards his falling friend, grabbing his arm he tried to pull Kai out of his never-ending demise, but instead, he was pulled into the hole with Kai. Both of them screamed as they fell through the floor.

Zane could only watch in shock as both his dear friends began falling endlessly. Screaming in fear as they raced toward the ground. But Zane didn't get to see their next impact. His feet were being pulled away from the hole, towards the center of the void again.

Step- tap-tap_ Step_tap_tap_tap_tap_

Zane walked deeper into the void that was glowing brighter. There was some kind of white light now, far in the distance it was only a pinprick but it was calling for him.

Around him now there were walls and walls of mirrors. Walking by them none of them showed his reflection. Some of them had those orange glowing cubes in them, but others, most of them, were of Jay. Different emotions, clothes, and years, each one was different but they were all of Jay. Frozen in the mirror, Zane looked at the varieties and versions. He could hear in the distance someone singing.

Moving closer to the singer more and more of the mirrors held orange cubes instead of Jay. Until only one mirror was of Jay, this one was the one that was singing. But he didn't look like any of the others. His hair was bleached completely white, his skin was blue, and his eyes were electric yellow. Singing tunelessly to a song Zane didn't recognize the reflection of Jay singing. This Jay didn't notice Zane walk by, too absorbed in the moment in the song.

But Zane couldn't stay, he continued to be pulled toward the light in the center.

tap_tap_tap_tap tap_ tap_ tap- step

The void was now a dark turquoise. And the light was brighter than ever, but there was still someone between him and the light.

Nya screamed as she brought her sword down at Lloyd, who parried the strike with a grunt quickly countering Nya's own block. The two were in a fierce battle. Fighting to what seemed to be the death. They didn't notice Zane who stopped at the edge of their battle. they were too focused on their own fight, a moment of distraction or hesitation would have meant death for either one.

Zane stared silently unable to call to his friends, unable to attempt to break them from this senseless battle. But he doubted they would have even stopped for him. their faces were set in grimaces and hate as they swung their swords with their might and dodged and flipped and parried and blocked. At a stalemate, no one was winning and no one was losing.

But Zane couldn't stay. Walking around his friends, he finally stood before the bright pillar of light he was being drawn to. So bright he feared his sensors would be damaged and need to be replaced. Taking the first step into the pillar all he saw was white and only white. No color or texture, nor could he hear a sound, not even his own footsteps. At a second step, he could see a small child in front of him, standing only about 10 feet away his back towards him.

Approaching the child he could see that his hair was pure white like the void, wearing a simple red shirt. When Zane was only a few steps from the child he turned around, his face emotionless as he looked at the nindroid approaching him.

"It's time for you to leave." He said, and Zane was flung backward.

Thrown back he rushed past Nya and Lloyd still battling to the death, by Jay who was singing senselessly to no one, and passing Cole and Kai who were still falling ceaselessly. Thrown back the blue of the void returned to pitch blackness, rushing backward he feared he would be flying away forever until he suddenly hit a wall and he lost consciousness.

#ninjago #zane ninjago #kai ninjago #cole ninjago #jay ninjago #nya ninjago #lloyd ninjago #vision #dream #tw implied death #ninjago prime empire #my writing #my fic #fic #zane needs more ominous visions #plz #we NEED them

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kaymarie-bell · 10 months

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Diasomnia Spoilers

Lilia is Silver's dad reveal (to Yuu and Grim)

The Knights mistake Silver for someone else ??? (👁👁)

Malleus' parents are called Levan and Malenoa

Prince Levan left some time ago and hasn't come back, so Lilia is in charge of protecting Malenoa and her egg (Malleus)

It should only take 2-3 years for a dragon egg to hatch...

If Lilia 300 years old during the war and the current one is 700, plus Malleus being only 178...does that mean that Malleus was inside the egg for over 200 years? 😭

Sebek is sad about Malleus growing up without his parents

Sebek starts to believe that if this reality allows Malleus parents to live and keep Silver and Lilia together, it's better to just stay there. He's almost taken by the darkness but Silver's necklace shines and saves him.

Silver talks him down and Sebek remembers that his true dream is to be a perfect vassal for Malleus

Sebek apologizes to Yuu and Grim for causing trouble and he finally uses our names

[from Lilia's new SSR] Maleficia raised Lilia because he was an orphan

Lilia was childhood friends with Malleus' parents

Lilia wasn't looking forward to babysitting Malleus. He didn't really like kids, and wasn't planning on having his own ever 😭😭😭

This update is making me so sad 😔

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #Diasomnia chapter #Diasomnia spoilers #F in the chat for Prince Levan #he went to get milk and never returned #I can't believe Lilia is in fact Malleus mother #kay shouts into the void

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kays-sunflowers · 1 year

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♡Cupid Parasite♡

I've been listening to FIFTY FIFTY's "Cupid" and remembered one of my favourite games ever, we really should talk about CupiPara more often tbh

#cupid parasite #cupipara #otome game #10000/10 would recommend #Lynette is a delight of MC and the boys are a mess but they're funny #kay shouts into the void #man I want the fandisk SO BAD

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kailutopia · 8 months

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Hi! I feel kind of terrified of starting this blog, but in my experience posting on Tumblr feels like shouting into the void (/pos) so I should be fine 😅

I made this sideblog to be able to externalise my daydreams. They've been with me as far as I remember, and my first memories are from when I was around 5-6. I really want to immortalise them in some way, and have always wanted to talk about them, because they are so so so dear to me, but I've always been scared to. My daydreaming used to be maladaptive, now it's just immersive. Yet, I still feel the consequences of it having been maladaptive everyday.

A few useful information about the IRL me:

I'm currently 19

I go by Kai

I'm autistic and I have ADHD

I have dyslexia and tend to not see typos and therefore not correct them

I'm: polyamorous, demisexual, demiromantic, pansexual, panromantic, genderfaun, genderfluid, transmasc, genderqueer

I'm kin (crow, cockatoo, wolf/dog, cryptid, ferret)

I am very very punk (cringepunk, voidpunk, amatopunk, hopepunk,...)

And a few useful tags for navigating this blog:

#kai's world ➜ my paracosms, daydreams, characters, etc

#dd memes ➜ memes about daydreaming

#dd mood ➜ mood, related to daydreaming

#actually madd ➜ maladaptive daydreaming

#recovering from madd ➜ my experiences and journey recovering from my madd, while still being an immersive daydreamer

A few other things

My main: @kaigweny My self-shipping: @cryptid-loverboi I'm on Wattpad and AO3 too A Discord server for daydreamers

I hope you'll maybe find some joy or solace in my journey on this blog, but mostly I hope I do 💚

(Dividers by @cafekitsune)

#kai's world #mental health #madd #actually madd #immersive daydreaming #daydreaming #recovering from madd #madd recovery #in the gremlin den

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little-engineer-who-cant · 2 years

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Day 5 - Divine

Day 5 of TES Summer Fest, with the prompt of Language or Divine @tes-summer-fest

Summary: The Last Dragonborn survived Kynesgrove, but her destiny is now all too real.

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She cowered, rearing back and away from the awful, terrible, despicable red eyes of a god made flesh that burned brighter than the most hellish flames of Oblivion. A hurricane of wind threatened to send her to her knees with every flap of the massive wings, absorbing and blocking all light with their infinitely black depths. The world burned around her, screams fading into silence as dragonfire consumed everything in its path with no regard to innocence or guilt, age or race.

“LAAT DO-VAH-KIIN-” the demon bellowed, words ringing in the silence haunted by phantom screams. There was no one here but her, in this wasteland of ash and desolation, no one left standing but the- “FAILURE.”

“Fus-” The Shout died in her throat, coming out as a mere whisper under the weight of terror sitting on her chest. The hovering demon laughed, grating on her ears like an avalanche as red and orange swirled in its black breast.

“A FITTING END, WHIMPERING BEFORE YOUR GOD.”

“Fus-” The blue wall of force spluttered and died just beyond her lips, dissipating into the overheated air.

“BEG FOR YOUR LIFE, IT WILL CHANGE NOTHING.” Red, awful, terrible eyes bored into her as the ground shook around her, the massive being slamming into the ground with an earthquake of strength and an upheaval of ash that used to be my friends- Teeth, sharper than a knife’s edge, glittered like onyx in the hellish maw of a mouth that faced her, blasting her with the scent of decay and brimstone and hellfire.

“I WILL CONSUME YOU, LAAT.” They mused, rearing back and she stared up into the inevitability of her demise. “KRONGRAH DII, DO-VAH-KIIN. DINOK HIN. YOL-!”

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She launched upright from sweat soaked sheets only for the cracks in the walls to briefly illuminate a pair of redredred eyes- A scream of terror lodged next to the tears in her throat, get away, get away, get away, lashing out and trying to get free-

“Alla!” They know my name- “Alla, it’s okay, you’re alright! It was a dream-” nononono- “It was a dream.” She heaved in another breath, gulping for any air she could get under the oppressive weight of the consuming blackness, trying to get away from the inhuman red that seared its way into the void before her, away from the hulking shape kneeling at her bedside and grasping her with inhuman strength-

“Fus-” she tried, but she lacked the breath to Shout, nonono they’re going to consume me- “No-” Her foot connected with something solid as she thrashed in a desperate bid to free herself from the maw of damnation.

“Fuck-” the shape wheezed, releasing her as it doubled over, breathless and disoriented, get away, get away. Scrambling backwards, her breathing hitched as her back hit the wall, her head slamming into the wood as she threw it back in a desperate bid to flee from this- “Alla!” the shape lurched back towards her and she screamed, the building terror finally ripping free of her chest in a single, bloodcurdling note in time with a BOOM that rattled the entire room like the cracking of a stone tomb, Al-du-in-

Illumination from another crack of lightning slipped through the infinitesimally small gaps of the wooden walls, throwing Kaidan into sharp relief against the blackness, hunched forward, his hand extended towards her in a frozen moment of disbelief.

“Kai?” The room plunged into darkness again, making her keen, they’re back and they are going to devour me-

“Shit,” it’s Kaidan, Kaidan’s red eyes, not Alduin’s-

“Light, please-”

“Yeah, fuck-” BOOM! she screwed her eyes shut, yanking her knees to her forehead with bruising force as she screamed again, into the cup of her legs and arms. If she was small enough, she might escape the demon’s notice as it tore the world asunder around her. Let me vanish, please- Light streaked behind her eyes again, blinding her even as she squeezed them hard enough that spots and sparkled danced alongside the lightning.

BOOM!

“No,” she gasped, “no-”

“Alla,” Kaidan, “look up.”

The world hung in limbo for an eternal moment, do I believe him, before she slowly, painfully, lifted her head and stared at the single candle in his hands, burning with the holy light of the Divines for all it meant. The orange glow washed over Kaidan, illuminating his face, reflecting off his black hair and red eyes. Kaidan, not Alduin. Slowly, he placed the light on the end table.

“Come here,” he breathed, “I’m real. I promise.” Trembling fingers reached towards him, resting delicately on the sharp shapes of his tattoo, feeling the smoothness of warm skin and not scales. Kaidan, it’s Kaidan, and she collapsed towards him with a sob.

“I-” he caught her, not protesting as she scrambled closer in stark contrast to her earlier struggles, “I couldn’t-”

“Shhh,” he soothed, pulling her into his body as he knelt by her bed, rocking her like a small child. “We’re alive.” She sobbed again, the image of the blank wasteland, the piles of ashes that marked what used to be people seared into her eyelids.

“Stay with me,” she begged, pride a thing of before. Pride was for the foolish girl she’d been before the demon ripped her sky apart.

His grip around her back tightened, shifting her body so he could lift her and settle himself on the bed, back against the wall, without breaking their embrace. For a brief moment, it felt like they were back in the Skaal longhouse, the same embrace, the same pressing weight of impossibility rearing up before her.

“Rest some more, if you can.” By the tone of his voice, he knew it was an impossible ask. She hummed into his tunic, her body still shaking like a leaf. “I’ve got you.”

“I know.” And she did. If there was one thing she could count on, it was him. If I fall, he’ll catch me. And the arms that held her fast proved it, his heat leeching into the chill of her bones caused by staring into a god’s eyes. How can anyone face that?

Eventually, his breathing slowed, slumber taking him again. Alla didn’t dare close her eyes again, just pressed her palm and ear to his heart, the reassuring thump, thump, thump of his life. He’s okay, and that thought kept her still even as thunder continued to rattle the room around her. Her fingers dug slightly into his chest as lightning struck again, Alduin’s storm unceasing.

DO-VAH-KIIN! She shivered, the aching memory of that power hollowing out her chest like a punch. There was no sleep for her, not after that.

And so she curled into Kaidan’s reassuring warmth, the loose embrace of his arms, listened to his heart and his quiet breaths and she kept her eyes open. If the world was devoured in this moment, she would witness it. It’s all your fault, foolish girl. You can’t play with a god and expect to escape damnation.

The candle flickered, plunging the room into blackness again. Alla didn’t sleep a wink. BOOM! the storm raged on.

YOL-!

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(A/N: Translation of Alduin’s words: “Victory is mine, Dragonborn. Death is yours.”)

#tesfest22 #writing #OC: Alla Stone-Shield #kaidan skyrim #alduin #look into the eyes of damnation and bare your teeth #the aftermath of Kynesgrove

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jackiebrackettt · 2 years

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i need kai to be online so someone will interact with my aussie pd headcanons and i don't need to keep shouting them out into the void

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j4zzpunker · 4 months

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Polyblank x reader

!!!MDNI!!!

cw: smut, vaginal fingering, incorrect use of spy dowels, mildly dubious consent, break in, feeling of fear and confusion. (If I’ve missed anything tell me)

Note: this is going to be my first ever work on this account, it’s definitely on the stranger side but regardless enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not beta read, so expect some amount of grammatical errors.

Summery: Polyblank fingers you with his fake hands, thats it.

You’re in room 404 of the Kai Tak resort, you had come here originally to relax and take it easy. But regardless of this, you lie in your bed, completely restless. Sleep had never come easy to you, you’ve always lived with tossing and turning in bed until, eventually, you’d return to the black void which is sleep.

The only way you’ve been able to skip the grueling process that has become your sleep routine is by getting somehow exhausted. Usually you’d just end up touching yourself until an orgasm finds its way to you, that usually makes you pretty tuckered out. But tonight, your hand wasn't enough. You just couldn't seem to find that sweet bliss that comes with an orgasm, near the exhaustion that follows. You lay there, hair disheveled around your pillow and body strewn about amongst your bed. You breathe in deep and let out a long sigh. You get up, only dressed in a shirt and underwear, and make your way to the phone, admittedly embarrassed. You dial the phone number for what you're assuming is room service, since it's the number on a little piece of paper on the table next to the phone. Somebody picks up but they don't say anything. “Hey uh, is there any way you could send somebody up here with some tea or something? I'm having trouble slee-“ the line suddenly goes blank. Out of embarrassment you don't call again. You groan as you walk back over to your bed, you sit on the edge and rub your eyes with your arms.

You’re now laying down, knees down dangling off the bed, one hand on your forehead while the other hand is lying to the side. You still find yourself unable to sleep. Suddenly you hear the familiar sound of your hotel door being opened. You panic, your upper body shoots up and you turn towards the door. It appears somebody is quietly sneaking in your room. You can't exactly make out the person, but they appear to have a male build. You begin to hyperventilate, tears welling up your eyes. He makes his way to you, you can now see he's wearing a suit but cannot make out his face. You back up on your bed “GET AWAY FROM ME” you shouted. He quickly covers your mouth with a gloved hand, and appears to make a shushing motion with his finger, though you can't make out his face. He slowly removes his hand from your mouth and takes a step back. You're paralyzed in fear. He hands you an envelope. You're frozen in fear as you just look at the letter in fear and confusion. He makes a motion for you to open it. You take the envelope in your shaky hands, taking quick glances at the man to make sure he isn't doing anything, but he just remains standing there, and doesn't appear like he's going to make any sort of move.

You open the letter, there's a folded up piece of paper. You take it in your still shaky hands and begin to unfold it. You immediately notice it's not in handwriting, it's in newspaper cutouts. The paper reads “I received your call. I'm here to help you. Only if you would be interested.” You're even more confused now. Is this room service? Why would he enter without knocking? What does he mean by “help”? He remains still. You look at him “what do you mean help?” You say in a quiet, shaky voice. He looks at you, and makes a circle with his right hand and a pointer finger with his left hand, and then he inserts his finger in the ho- oh.. you understand now. Slightly embarrassed and still slightly shaken up. You just sit there, contemplating your next move.

Maybe it's the lack of sleep catching up to you, or just being purely delusional, but you very slowly nod. He waits a moment before he reaches out and carefully pushes your shoulders down so that you're now in a lying position, he slowly brushes the hair out of your face. Your breath hitches, you still can't make out this man's face. You're already partially soaked from your failed attempts at an orgasm earlier. You lift your head so you can see what the man is doing. He removes your underwear slowly and tenderly. Once they’re removed, he folds them and sets them to the side. He pushes your legs apart and takes a second to appreciate you. He moves back and pulls out something from behind his back, you can't exactly make out what it is but you're too tired to care. You lay your head back down, trying your best to relax. You feel something weirdly paper feeling against your vagina. You then feel it entering you, you let out a gasp and he moved it farther and farther into you. Until you feel what you assume is the end of it. He moves it slowly inside of you and you gasp and moan. You feel another papery feeling against your clit. It rubs against it. Slowly. To be honest, The feeling of the thing inside of you is strange. It feels two dimensional and feels almost like cardboard.

…that IS cardboard. You look down at him, confusion written all over your face. You see him holding onto two hand shaped cardboard cutouts. You slam your head down onto your pillow. “What the fuck..” you mumble. He puts another inside of you and you gasp. Moaning. It's weird but you admit it feels really good. Your walls are tightening around it. He speeds up and you're moaning and grunting. You look up at him again. “W-what can i- ughh cal-al you?” You say in broken english from the moaning. He lets go of the false hand stimulating your clit. Your disappointment from the lack of contact but you pay attention to his hand. You're suddenly glad you took ASL throughout highschool. He signs while still pumping in and out of you with the other two false hands, “P-O-L-Y-B-L-A-N-K”. “Poly-olyblank?” You say, you watch him nod his head as he picks up the other hand and gets back to your clit.

“Fuck polyblank” you moaned his name like it was a prayer. You couldn't even think of how strange all of this was when he was making you feel so goddamn good. He speeds up and you feel your walls clenching and unclenching around the cardboard. “Polyblank… i’m- i’m about to fuck cum..” you say struggling to speak. He speeds up “FUCK polyblank” you moaned as you came. You felt your walls clenching and white flashed across your eyes and your orgasm hit. “P-polyblank..” he quickly slows down and uses the false hands to finger you through your orgasm. When your finished, he pulls them out and drops them next to your bed.

You see him walk away towards the bathroom as you groan. He comes back with a washcloth and cleans you up. He comes around to the end of the bed that you're on and looks at you for a moment. You struggle to keep your eyes open. He leans down and gives you a gentle kiss as he moves the hair from your face.

Soon after that, you see him walk out of the door. Your eyelids close as you fall into a dreamless sleep.

You wake up in the morning to the sunlight from your windows. You sit up, hair disheveled, you look around. The memories of last night coming back. You assume it was just a really weird fucking dream. But then you see the folded underwear, you then immediately crawl to the end of the bed were you remember him putting the cardboard hands. You then see them.

“What the fuck.”.

#jazzpunk #polyblank x reader #polyblank x female reader #jazzpunk smut #smut #polyblank

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