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regallibellbright · 7 months

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*Wakes up in the middle of the night, around when I’d usually be going to sleep* So, anyone ever have weirdly vivid dreams about a place you’d swear exists and vaguely remember going to as a kid WITHIN the dream, and then when you wake up go “no, that does not exist and in fact never has”?

Because my psyche has apparently sent me to indoor playgrounds or, like, elaborate arcades of some variety REPEATEDLY in the last month, different places on all occasions, and it’s being quite insistent I remember these places existing despite all evidence to the contrary, and any nearby equivalents I COULD be remembering distinctly do not look or act like the dream. It’s gone very detailed, and at times strangely consistent with the theming. Bizarre.

#conclusion: My unconscious really wants to go to Chuck E. Cheese #well… good luck with that brain. Tomorrow’s time is already accounted for. that’s why I went to bed a few hours early #dreams #they’re weird man #at least the dreams have been Notably Benign. Nothing truly unsettling in them #though I am finding the ‘no we REALLY REMEMBER THIS I swear’ going on IN the dream kinda weird #including while I’m dreaming it. which. I don’t THINK I usually lucid dream?#honestly I remember them so rarely that THAT would be notable in its own right without the odd recurring theme

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bakudekublogblog · 1 month

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kacchan telling izuku that his body moved on his own is fucking crazy. like not only did kacchan remember izuku saying that all the way back from the sludge-villain incident but he’s also confirming that izuku’s crazy, boarder-line suicidal intensity is a two way street. it’s not just izuku who is insane about kacchan it’s mutual insanity. kacchan’s body moved on its own. he was helpless but to throw himself into the line of fire when he saw izuku was in danger. he didn’t think about it. he didn’t choose to do it. he didn’t have a choice. it was as if izuku was a piece of his own soul. katsuki instinctually needed to protect him above all else, even at the cost of his own life

#AND HE SAID IT OUT LOUD IN THE RAIN IN FRONT OF EVERYONE #bkdk #bakudeku #hey man just casually checking in uh I would die for you and not even think about it #you know how you almost kill yourself for me that’s like Mutual I guess idk what are we #do I tell my mom do I update my hinge profile #like izuku knows he’s weird about kacchan he knows he isn’t normal about him #and he ONLY threw himself into sludge villain incident when he saw it was kacchan.#and THEN his body moved on its own #and kacchan is the ONLY ONE who saw just how in danger izuku was #AND THEN HIS BODY MOVES ON ITS OWN #his body unlocks a new ability just to get to him faster #they’re just so deeply spiritually and physically connected and it’s MUTUAL

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eye-of-yelough · 16 days

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fave Gortash line [and devnote] ever btw. this specific side of him is just so. chefs kiss to me.

the mock-friendliness. the threat. the sadism. the twisted, almost immature sense of humour.

the terrifyingly intelligent tyrant in his late forties with a black hole where his heart should be. with the emotional intelligence of a ten year old.

#this is why he’s weird about toys.#yknow those people who clutch their pearls at the prospect of adult men enjoying things for kids cos they think they’re perverts.#gortash is the guy they’re picturing. he’s the perverted old man who likes to hump stuffed animals #and then put bombs in them lmao #your daily dose of idiocy #enver gortash #gortash #bg3

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apollolovescheesecak · 8 months

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pathetic loser malewife scientists with depression and bowties with goggles/glasses who are taken over mentally by another being as an excuse to act goofy voiced by tom kenny with the spiky bob haircut thing and partially white hair >>>>>

#wordgirl #dr two brains #fiona and cake #simon petrikov #fionna and cake #this is such a niche overlap it’s so weird i doubt anyone will get this #they’re just so similar i feel like one took inspiration from the other #they also both give off like jerma or trans man energy i can’t explain #they’re also tumblr sexymen

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hallwyeoo · 1 year

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Something about Luo Binghe being starved, desperate, clawing for love and affection and Shen Qingqiu just being there, soft and calm and quiet, cradling his cheek and whispering reassurances despite seeing the raw hunger for more. Shen Qingqiu offering up everything he is to Luo Binghe like it’s easy, like it’s the natural way of things. Luo Binghe being terrified to accept it and terrified to lose it at the same time.

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fogwitchoftheevermore · 1 month

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(context for watcher/listener!sausage can be found in the “videos” tag on my blog if you want it, but this ficlet can be read without said context)

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“Y’know, of all the Hermits I was expecting to be pulling me into a dark corner tonight, I did not expect you to be first, Grian! I love the initiative!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Grian says in a voice near a hiss. He’s got Sausage by the wrist, leading him into a small area of the upper floor of the tavern in Sanctaury that does look like it was built for the exact purpose Sausage is implying. Grian decides to ignore that as well.

“What are you doing here?” Grian’s straight to the point. He always has to be, with these Things, if he doesn’t want to get trapped in a loop of slant rhyming pleasantries.

“What do you mean?” Sausage asks, shaking his wrist out of Grian’s tight grip and leaning comfortably against the wall. “This is where I live. It’s my home. If anything, I should be asking you mysterious strangers what you’re doing here, but I’m sure you’ve heard that question enough for one day.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Grian crosses his arms and tries his best not to look petulant, but he sure feels like it. “I thought They’d given up on trying to snatch me back, so why would They send you of all people? What’s your game?”

Sausage laughs, honest to god laughs, like he can’t believe Grian’s even asking him such a question. Grian thinks it’s a reasonable question, in this scenario, but what he thinks and what’s reasonable rarely seems to matter with these things.

“They didn’t send me,” Sausage looks him up and down in that way that makes Grian have to physically stop himself from curling inwards. This is why he never talks to Them. “Nobody sends me anywhere, they don’t tell me what to do and I like it that way! I just do my own thing. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

“No you’re not! You’re not- you can’t be! That’s not how this works!” Grian begins to notice that he’s no longer whisper-shouting and starting to just-normal-shout and takes a deep breath, trying not to draw the attention of his friends enjoying themselves on the floor below. And, realistically, in the other dark corners Sausage seems to have built into this place.

“That’s exactly how this works. You didn’t think you were the only person who’d left, did you?”

Grian opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks. In hindsight… yeah, he had kind of assumed he’d been the only person who’d left. Not for lack of trying, probably- but They’d tried for so long to get him back, kept him closely surveilled even when They’d accepted he was gone- surely some people had caved to that pressure eventually. When there was no sign They’d ever let up, ever let you go… he could understand eventually letting it overtake you.

“Did- did you leave, too?” Grian doesn’t remember the last time he saw Sausage’s face. He didn’t know him back then, of course. He probably would’ve connected the man with the person Pearl so often spoke about sooner. But he knows it’s been a long time, maybe even longer than the last time Grian had gone There. He doesn’t think Sausage had been There, that day. This might explain why.

“Eh, not quite?”

“What-“ Grian flails, both mentally and with his arms a bit. “What do you mean not quite?”

“Exactly what I said! I was never- it’s complicated, y’know?”

“Explain. Now.”

“Well, uh,” Sausage seems to flounder for the first time since this conversation started, which Grian is choosing to take as a victory. “Look, I wasn’t- they didn’t pick me. For this, or for anything, ever. Sometimes things just happen and you get yourself into a place you shouldn’t have and then… they can’t get rid of me, I can’t get rid of them, it is what it is.”

Grian stares at him for a long moment. Really stares at him, in the same way Sausage had looked him over earlier, in the same way that makes you feel like you’re under a microscope. Judging by the sudden nerves in his eyes, Grian can assume he feels it too. Grian remembers his face. That had been the first thing he’d noticed, when the Hermits had arrived. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other, but Grian knew his face. And now that Grian was studying him, really trying to remember… he’s not sure he quite likes what memories he’s dredging up.

“What are you?”

“Grian!” Sausage’s voice drips with mock offense as he puts his hand up to partially cover his mouth. “We only just met, do you think that’s polite?”

“Answer the question,” Grian sighs. How Pearl deals with this man on the regular, he doesn’t know.

“Well, if you insist.” Sausage sighs, somehow even more exaggerated than his previous movements. “It’s just… if you’ll believe it, it’s somehow even harder to answer the first question.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Grian says. “They’re two very different People, you know.”

“But they’re the same species, when it all comes down to it. Like, you might be very different than a chicken, but you’re both birds in the long run.”

Grian pauses, fanning his wings out a bit behind him as he considers. “I don’t think that metaphor’s quite landing the way you want it to.”

“No, me neither. Anyways, let me continue.

When they don’t pick you, things go a little differently! You don’t get sorted onto one side or the other since, well, you’re not really supposed to be there? So I’m… whatever I want to be, really. I think I’m feeling like more of a Listener, today, but we’ll see how the mood shifts.”

Grian flinches at the Name, on instinct. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, so he files it away to be dealt with at a later date. As for the rest of what Sausage said-

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sausage shrugs. He’s so nonchalant, Grian thinks he might strangle him, if not for the worry that that’s exactly what he wants out of this, somehow.

“Did I? Did I hear you?” Grian wants to pace, but that requires leaving the security of the corner, so he forces his feet to root themselves to the floor. “I thought- I thought you had to- if you wanted to change sides, I thought you had to-“

Grian closes one eye and takes his thumb to it, twisting the finger into his eyelid. The gesture seems to get the point across.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about this, actually.” From the way he’s been talking, Grian assumed Sausage thought this whole thing was funny. He restrains himself from saying that out loud if only so Sausage will finish his explanation.

Sausage reaches up to his left eye, pulls his eye lid back a bit, and unceremoniously pops out his prosthetic eye.

“All these processes and rituals actually have a lot of loopholes.”

Grian doesn’t know what face he’s making, but it’s enough to make Sausage giggle while he pops the eye back in. Because of course he does. Because this how his day is going, apparently. Walk through a weird portal in his basement and wake up in a world filled with his friends who don’t recognize him and also a guy he only ever saw There, who he was never supposed to see again. Sure. Of course he’s laughing about it. Grian thinks if he was a slightly different person, he’d be laughing too. It is, undeniably, absurd.

“Well, I think we’re done here then!” Grian would probably object if he weren’t so shocked about the loopholes. As it is, he just stands there a bit stupidly.

Sausage turns away to return to the party before turn around again for just a moment, reaching over, and ruffling Grian’s hair. That shocks him enough to shake him out of his stupor and swat Sausage’s hand away, though not before his hair is suitably messed up.

“What was that for?!”

Sausage smiles as he reaches up to rough up his own hair as well. “I assumed you didn’t want your friends asking questions about why you were dragging me into a dark corner, you know?” Sausage even goes far enough to pull his shirt a bit out of where it’s tucked into his pants, because of course he does. Grian tries not to cringe, but Sausage is right about this one thing. It is the easiest way to dodge any questions about where he’d gone off to- at the expense of the many knowing looks and teasing remarks he’ll be getting from the other Hermits instead.

“Have a good night, Grian!” Sausage calls over his shoulder as he turns to leave for real this time. “And remember, drinks are on me for all you guests tonight! You look like you need it.”

#empires smp #hermitcraft #grian #mythicalsausage #hermitfic #empiresfic #long post #my writing #….do i need to tag shipping on this #they’re not actually DOING anything. and i would say i’m not really going much further than sausage usually does #but like. idk man. if i wake up in the morning and decide i need to tag shipping i will #anyways. fics for an audience of like two people total #but that’s ok cause i like this SO MUCH #the first few sentences have been rotting in my tumblr drafts for like at least two months #and i finally kicked myself into gear to just finish it #and i had fun! i liked the way i used capitalization here to really wedge the difference between how these two think of the watchers #(and listeners)#grian doesn’t necessarily respect them but he does still see them as Other. and he’s maybe a little afraid #so all the important stuff gets capitalized #sausage doesn’t. he doesn’t respect them and he doesn’t fear them and they’re just a weird bureaucracy to him #so no capitalization!#also ten seconds after posting this i got a post on my dash #of sausage posting a screenshot of e’s tumblr post about him checking tumblr in their twitter replies #terrifying. hey king if you see this keep the bit up. i think it’s funny

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romainlettusdinnerparty · 5 months

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byler quarantine au where theyre on zoom for school and the one class mike and will have with each other they pin the other to stare at them while they do the lesson but they both start realizing that they look very smitten while theyre supposed to be learning until theyre both convinced the other is in love with their teacher,, thus ensues chaos, jealousy, and the moral quandary of your best friend being in love with a teacher

#then you have one of those moments in hs sitcoms where the student randomly becomes very hostile to their teacher and the teacher has no #idea why but as an audience we’re like yah go get em!#i just think mike would be So Funny to be like #grrr here’s my assignment grr >:(#it would just be so sillyyy!!#and you could do something funny or sad with the teacher like the teacher could be a like weird unattractive old man and they’re like #why them :(((#or it could be a young nice woman and theyre like #sigh hes straight :(((#this was inspired by a comment from rainy toll of the trypod if you care #a truly inspirational woman <3 #byler #byler fic #mike wheeler i know what you are #mine

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