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queer-reader-07 · 7 months

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my experience of dr who is so weirdly specific and i’m kind of obsessed with it.

so i started watching dr who in early september before my classes started up and was getting super invested, and then school happened. and suddenly i didn’t have time for media. but then after a couple weeks of being sad i couldn’t watch this show i was really loving it clicked.

i don’t need full brain power for my calc & chem hw, i can put dr who on in the background.

so now whenever i do my hw for those classes i put on dr who and it’s so nice. (except for when shit hits the fan and suddenly i’m finding derivatives while simultaneously being In Distress)

#as i told my friend: there’s doing math. and then there’s d(r wh)oing math.#this is such a niche shit post i’m sorry #but is it really? i feel like dr who fans and stem majors have hefty overlap #although i’m solidly a bio chem person and not a physics math person #the taking calculus is simply a means to an end #ANYWAYS #this is just a shitpost i’ll shut up now #dr who #tenth doctor #doctor who

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bakubunny · 2 months

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those of you who have seen trevor wagner on tiktok will understand when i say he exudes so much kirishima energy it’s almost sickening. every time i see him, i think of kiri’s big, sweet smile and die inside a little. kirishima haunts my dreams because of that man.

@thenamesmiz please tell me you know who that is

#kirishima eijirou #im dizzy #sry this is bc of chaos squad nonsense 😔#i’ll shut up now #kiri just makes me so weak #he can [redacted] any day #bnha #aged up characters #shitpost

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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the paddock’s resident it girl ! toto w. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

summary: everyone’s obsessed with the cool girl of the formula one community, and it’s safe to say that her husband’s team is obsessed with her too. OR tilly wolff, the ceo of hearth automotive groups (owner of almost all of mercedes’ rival teams), returns to the paddock months after the last appearance of the wolff family in baku.

content warning: social media au, ofc in love with toto (frfr), established relationship and family, mentions of alex turner x ofc and arctic monkeys (song lyric reference), brief use of explicit language, jokes about age (beekeeping)

note: yes, it is a whole universe. and will I make a timeline/guide/navigation that will help people understand this universe better? yes. enjoy xx

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tagged mercedesamgf1

liked by lewishamilton, maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc

mercedesamgf1 it’s ok, we forgave you when you brought adelmo along :)

user1 BEE. KEEPING. AGE. 🐝

user2 if i was his wife, i’d be taking photos of him too 😭

user3 this is the closest thing that tilly and toto have to an alone time and you know what i’ll take it

georgerussell63 this really shows favouritism, tils. liked by tillywolff

tillywolff yes well this is the only chance i have to play favourites inside the paddock

charles_leclerc i agree with the beekeeping age comments 🙈

user4 LMAO CHARLES

user5 toto just took away your brownie points, congrats. now figure out how to get his blessings.

user6 what’re the chances of him getting out of the next wolff dinner party alive?

maxverstappen1 user6 pretty slim.

user6 maxverstappen1 stop making me feel delulu as is 😭 this parasocial relationship shit isn’t for me

lewishamilton you should have asked me to watch the kids instead of ogling over my boss 😉 liked by tillywolff

tillywolff and you should just keep your mouth shut 🤐

user7 i would ogle over your boss too so don’t pick on her like that 🤓

tagged tillywolff, hearthautomotivegroups

liked by mickschumacher, steviemarlz, lewishamilton

lewishamilton that’s my best friend!! liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 INDEED LEWIS!!!

user1 “our favourite ceo of hearth automotive groups” like it isn’t just tilly who controls the company 😭

user2 toto needs his own instagram account if he wants to continue to shitpost about our resident it girl like this

user3 whoever posted this is getting a bonus, i can feel it

user4 she’s such a milfffff ughhh

user5 right?? like you’re telling ME? that she just gave birth six months ago?

user6 my favourite part of the weekend is when tilly would show up to the paddock, dressed to the nines with her kids in tow and having to bark at the paparazzi about hounding her cubs 🫶

user7 she’s so mother and i love it

redbullracing that looks like our boss 🤨

scuderiaferrari that looks like ours too 😶

mclarenf1 no because that looks like our boss too 🫣

mercedesamgf1 no, not really. she’s our boss’ wife :)

user8 mercedes answering our wishes by posting photos of OUR WIFE? scuderiaferrari do you do requests too bc i wanna talk about your strategies…

user9 pfT HAHAHAHAHA THATS VILE

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dappledpaintbrush · 2 months

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dimentio gets an ulcer fanfic part two (part one)

same stuff as last time: spoilers for ajl, and don’t take my writing seriously this is more or less a shitpost LMAO.

Also this was originally going to be a lot longer. But y’all have been waiting for a long time, so I’ll make the series four parts now lol

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“What the hell do you mean you knew?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” The plumber’s calmness was nauseating. “I meant I knew it was inevitable. King Boo always comes back. Every villain we’ve ever fought has come back. I mean, unless we straight up killed them. I mean, hell, even then they’ve returned sometimes!” The look of realization on his face was almost funny. Almost. “I was talking about Bowser, and… the lava and stuff. Dimentio, I didn’t… I wasn’t talking about…”—his mustache twitched as he squeezed his eyes shut and mumbled a few words in Italian under his breath—“you.”

Thankfully for the flustered Luigi, Dimentio had already stopped listening and was close to forgetting everything that had occured in the past half hour. “Then why were you acting like you just witnessed a beheading?” He clutched the air with tense, trembling fingers.

”Did I ever say I wasn’t nervous?” His firmness dwindled. “I was more so terrified to tell you. At least I’m somewhat used to this. You, on the other hand-”

”Why keep doing it then? Why keep fighting this tyrant when you know all of it is going to be in vain?”

Luigi blinked his eyes wide. “That’s not fair, Dimentio.”

”I know!” Dimentio snapped towards him, but he immeditately noticed Luigi’s slight, yet heavy flinch. Dimentio’s expression was swallowed whole by guilt. “I… know. I know, I know, I know.” He offered his head into uneasy hands that slipped upwards from his face to his head, clutching his hair with no intent to let go. His eyes flashed open through the cracks of his forearms. “I’ll kill him.”

”No!”

Dimentio’s arms were ripped from his head. His vision focused to see his hands tightly compacted within large, gloved fists. “Can you release me?” Despite himself, he muttered a tease, “If you wanted to hold my hands this badly, you could’ve asked. I would have taken pity on you.”

”Shut up, Dimentio, I’m being serious.” He clutched Dimentio’s hands tighter. “You will not go after him.”

“I’m being serious, too. Let go of my hands.”

”If you promise you won’t teleport.”

“What do you take me for?” Dimentio cocked his head. “A fool? Do you genuinely believe I would teleport to his whereabouts without thinking and win?”

”I know you are capable of exactly that,” he hissed with a tone that, for some reason, almost sounded threatening.

Dimentio was no longer offended, but confusion took its place. “Then why aren’t you letting me go?”

Luigi looked down at their hands and back into Dimentio’s eyes, his breaths burdensome. “As much… faith, as I have in you, I don’t know what he is capable of, either.”

Dimentio was quiet, and he, too, looked at their hands before returning to Luigi’s blue eyes. “Let me go.”

Luigi took a deep breath, held it, and at last, allowed his grip to slip away. His strict gaze tracked Dimentio’s hands for a few moments until he finally decided to trust the Ancient again. “Do you understand? Please, understand me. I know you are capable of ending his game before he even realizes you’re there. But this is something we have to scope out. Do you understand? The fact he escaped the Purity Heart is alarming enough. We need to keep our distance, especially you. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he hates you more than he hates me. Dimentio, please. I need to know you are not going to do anything rash. Please, understand where I’m coming from.”

‘Understand’ didn’t sound like a word anymore. Dimentio resumed his pacing. “I understand where you are coming from, Luigi, and if it keeps you sane, I will do as you say. That does not mean I agree. You must still underestimate me in some capacity if you are keeping me tethered here.”

“Dimentio, if there is anybody who does not underestimate you, it is me.” The tips of Luigi’s fingers rested on his chest. “Believe that.”

Dimentio paused, quiet all but for a moment. “And that is precisely why I have to go.”

“What are you talking about?”

He swiveled around and stared Luigi down. “I know why you do not underestimate me! I owe you the risk of me taking him down. The longer we wait to think about doing something, the longer he has to actually do it!”

Luigi lifted his palms as if he was surrendering. “I don’t think like that, and you know that. You don’t owe me.”

Dimentio sunk into the expression on Luigi’s face as it flickered with a wretched reminiscence. He eased himself away, almost cowering, then responded despite the abyss in his chest, “I owe you everything.”

“If you want to owe me anything, owe me your safety. All I am asking is that you stay here and wait. You could make everything worse by going out there and provoking him. For God’s sake, he’s enrolled in Mario Kart! He’s been out for a long time, and clearly, his priorities are not me, or you, or anybody else. That’s another thing. I don’t want you attending.”

Dimentio raised his head and narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?” he immediately retorted.

“I do not want you going. There are civilians out there, and I do not believe it would be in their best interests if you two were in close proximity to each other. Frankly, I don’t trust either of you to not make a big scene.”

“You’re treating me like a tantrum-throwing toddler. I won’t make a scene.”

“Wow, thank you so much. Of course you will, that’s your whole bit! Making scenes! You’d probably bring out the similes again.”

And with a sentence as simple as that, the vision of the man in green standing him began to twist and contort to one of the past: terrified, pleading. Bleeding. A distant laughter traveled from Dimentio’s memory down his spine, and he shivered at himself. He attempted to dismiss the sick feeling in his stomach as he played around with Luigi’s words, “Were they… not amusing?”

“No.”

“Pardon?”

“Pardon? Shut up.” Dimentio and Luigi’s heads turned towards the door, where, beneath its threshold, Mimi was crossing her arms. “I’m gonna need you to put your big boy pants on, okay, Dimentio? I promise, not everything is about you. He’s not after you.”

“It is not I who my concerns surround,” Dimentio growled as she made her way between the two and began adjusting her hair. “It’s you, it’s Luigi, it’s-“

“And not everything is about us either.” She then pulled her lips to the side and shrugged. “Well, except me, of course, but King Boo is probably only thinking, ‘Wow, that Mimi girl, she was so hot, especially when she kicked my ass, I should call her.’ And then I’m gonna answer and think ‘Um, ew!’ but in reality I’m gonna pretend to like him so I can scam him of all his money before blocking him and putting him on my Twitter blacklist.”

“Thanks, Mimi. I knew I could count on you.”

“My pleasure. Anyways, Dimmy, it’s gonna be fine.” Her spider fangs glistened in the light as she grinned, but her optimism did not bring the Ancient any form of peace. “Everybody here can handle themselves just like you can.”

“Think about it, Dimentio,” Luigi resumed. “He probably doesn’t even want to come after us now that you’re here. He’s also very aware of how dangerous you are, especially now that you have complete access to your magic. There’s no current reason to hunt him down.”

“No current reason? After all he’s done?” It was then that Dimentio’s face fell. A brutal silence began to suffocate them. Slowly, Dimentio raised an arm towards Luigi. With his widened eyes and slightly parted lips, Dimentio knew Luigi was aware he had been found out. “I know what you’re doing.” Dimentio’s extended arm started to tremble as he crept ever closer. “That… thing. That thing you talked to me about back when I was in the hospital. ‘I don’t harm my enemies when they don’t harm me.’ Am I recalling that correctly? That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it?” That same silence gripped them both before Dimento whispered through the slivers of his teeth, “You’re trying to show him mercy.”

Luigi didn’t attempt to speak, and his silence said more than words ever could.

Mimi shoved herself between the two. “You leave him alone, Dimentio! That mercy is what gave us the opportunity to change!”

“Mimi, do you sincerely think King Boo is capable of that?”

“Well nobody thought you were! And here you are, still acting like a bitch!”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Luigi reentered the debate. He grabbed his hat and let his arm flop down at his side while he ran his spare hand thrugh his hair. “Okay, okay. We need to talk about it later when our judgement is not so disturbed. Mimi.” She gave Dimentio one last glare, then teleported without a word. Luigi sighed softly and stared at his shoes. He closed his eyes and adjusted the cap back on his head. “I’ll leave you alone for now, Dimentio.” He looked at the Ancient one more time. “Please,-“

“I won’t leave. You have my word.”

Luigi’s mouth closed, and he nodded. He slowly walked towards the door and closed it without ever looking back. Dimentio stared at the door until he felt his joints begin to sway. With a sigh of his own, he ambled towards his bed and grazed it with a gloved hand before slowly easing himself down on its edge.

How could he do it? How could he be so kind that it was a flaw? Dimentio was already dumbfounded by the grace Luigi had extended and continued to extend to him, but viewing it through this perspective left him dazed. The worst of it all was that Dimentio knew his wrath had no justification. In fact, it was a disturbing insult. Dimentio had caused so much more harm than King Boo would ever be capable of. Yet, here I am. Sulking, like a toddler with her kite entangled in the oak. Dimentio scrunched up his face at his own thoughts. So the similes are back.

But despite his self-awareness, Dimentio could not ignore the constriction in his chest and stomach. How dare he? He was already the epitome of brutality, and somehow, he had managed to drag his soul further down. And for what? His worry lied not with himself, but with Luigi and the others, yet he continued to worry, the singular thing they had requested him not to do.

Request. Luigi requested Dimentio to not attend the race.

That was something else Dimentio could not do.

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Dimentio hovered a few feet above the crowd, looking down upon them like a guardian angel absolutely nobody wanted. Just because he was invisible did not mean he was non-existent. As long as nobody had the sudden urge to jump twelve feet in the air, he would not be found out. And at the moment, that was the second last thing he wanted.

For the first time time in centuries, Dimentio prayed. He prayed with his entire heart that King Boo would not show up, but not in the sense that the monarch simply decided not to attend. No, Dimentio wanted him dead. He prayed for spontaneous combustion, or perhaps a freak accident involving an active jet engine. But either Grambi did not care, or he was too busy trying to make Dimentio’s wishes come true, because nothing indicated either requests were fulfilled. Yet.

Familiar voices made their way to him, and he lifted his head and ears above all the noise. He caught sight of his friends amongst the crowd, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Dimentio drifted closer, but not too close, and their chatter became clear.

“This is so-so fun!” Mimi squealed, bouncing her legs up and down after sitting down on the bleachers. “Gosh, I don’t even know who to root for! So many of my friends are out there!”

“How about… all of them?” Nastasia commented.

“Well, too late, because I spent my last five dollars on this.” Mimi raised her giant foam hand with a poorly-drawn, disintegrating image of Luigi’s face on it. “I’m gonna have to cancel my water bill until my next paycheck comes in.”

With a sigh, Nastasia handed Mimi a crisp ten dollar bill, who lit up before teleporting with a quick snap of her fingers.

It was then that, without warning, Dimentio was whacked in the face with a flailing football that had been launched to the fullest possible force. Or perhaps it was lightly tossed, and Dimentio was just puny and frail. Either way, he screamed as he crashed into the grimy metal walkway, his invisibility spell fleeing from him as he lost control.

“Good god.”

“Dimentio?!” O’Chunks shouted over Nastasia. “Ain’t yeh suppose’ teh be back at the castle?”

Somewhere in the background, a security guard was chastising two boys and confiscating their football. Dimentio scrambled to his feet, slapping himself as if that would remove the forty seven diseases that were now running rampant on his face. “Do you really-? Blaugh.” He dragged his tongue across his sleeve. “Do you really believe I would adhere to such an order?”

“No. No, we didn’t,” Nastasia said blankly. “Dimentio, you need to leave. Luigi asked you not to be here for a reason, and-“

A teleportation sound made him lift his head. “Dimentio, what the fuck?!” Mimi nearly dropped her foam hands of Mario and Peach. “Come on, dude. You cannot be serious.”

“It has come to my attention that I am the only person who is serious! Where is Luigi?” he questioned. The event had yet to begin, but a handful of racers were mingling out by their karts. Luigi was not one of them.

“Uh, no. I am not telling you that.”

“I’m not going to do anything, I simply want to know…” Dimentio’s voice trailed off as yet another group of voices caught his attention. This time, it made his eyes widen in indescribable terror. There were babies on the racetrack.

Before he could inform the others of his departure, Dimentio snapped his fingers, and now he had seven pairs of eyes staring up at him.

Their shock immediately brightened into excitement. “Dimentio!” most shouted in unison.

Junior shoved himself in front, wagging his reptile tail (He had seen a dog do it on the television and insisted that it came natural to him). ”Have you come to watch us race?”

“Have you already forgotten? The answer is no!” His evident frustration only made the Koopalings throw a fit of giggles. “All of you, off of this track- Hey, hey!” He immediately swayed to the side with the sudden weight of Lemmy on his arm. “What was that talk we had?” Dimentio raised his voice above the shrieks and glared at the beaming smile from the young Koopa clinging onto his arm. “You can’t be climbing on me like you do your dad!”

With tears in his eyes, Lemmy sputtered, “Wh-What’s the password?”

“Absolutely not.” Dimentio waved his finger, prying Lemmy off of his arm with a spell. He set the Koopaling down on the grass, then jerked his arm out of the way of Larry, who was trying to copy his brother. “I need all of you to listen to me.”

Wendy groaned loudly with annoyance. ”Lighten up, Dimentio! Didn’t our dad already tell you? We’ve done this a trillion times. We’re fine.”

“Just because you’ve done it before doesn’t make it right.”

“What were you doing at our age, huh?” Junior raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure you weren’t living life with training wheels.”

“When I was the approximate equivalent to your age, we did not have vehicles to potentially crash and get hurt in.”

“Okay Grandpa, huh-huh,” Morton chuckled.

“Yeah, go back to your retirement home before your nurse gets angry,” Iggy added with a snort.

Dimentio kept his demeanor for a few more moments, then ran his hand down his face in defeat. “At least promise me none of you will do anything stupid.”

“Stupid is my middle name!”

“Roy, that’s not how that works.”

Dimentio shifted his attention from the dialogue between Roy and Ludwig to the rest of the track, scanning for any sign of Luigi. Still, the plumber was nowhere to be found. Neither was King Boo.

“Are you gonna race?”

“No, no,” Dimentio, distracted, answered Junior through a quiet murmur under his breath. The Ancient rubbed his temple before giving the track one more glance. “I have to go now. Have… fun,” he finally said begrudgingly.

A mixture of, “We will!” and, “You too!” were shouted at the same time as Dimentio put on the cloak of invisibility once more. He teleported himself away from the Koopalings and placed himself in the sky, peering down at the world below, waiting.

And at last, Dimentio caught sight of him. With the sudden roar of cheers from the crowd and his bright green attire, his arrival would’ve been impossible to miss. Luigi walked backwards towards his kart, smiling and waving to the crowd like a true performer. Dimentio thought it couldn’t get any louder, then Mario and Princess Peach waltzed onto the track, hand in hand. The Ancient had to cover his ears.

“We have ten minutes left, everyone! Just ten more minutes until the race begins!” the announcer’s voice echoed around the stadium, and the claps, whistles, and hollers erupted once more.

“Ten minutes…” Dimentio quietly hissed. His eyes rapidly flicked across the karts. Only three were still vacant. “Where are you…”

Birdo, then a Dry Bones. One last kart. Of course he would want to be the last one out. The final reveal; the grand announcement. What else did Dimentio expect? Any moment now, he would reveal himself, the audience will cheer, and Dimentio’s ears will bleed.

He heard it. The cackle. That cackle.

King Boo teleported onto the track, sporting his rows of canines with a grin so confident. A handful of Boos in the crowd cheered him on as he bowed. He soaked in the applause and laughter from the Boos for what felt like an agonizing length of time, and, at last, he floated down to his kart and gave the crowd one last wave.

Dimentio did not have time to react or even feel, because at his kart King Boo did not stay. King Boo had begun to drift forwards, and Dimentio’s breath caught in his throat as he realized where the ghoul was heading.

“Luigi!” King Boo boomed. The plumber flinched where he stood despite his evident knowledge of the ghost’s presence based off of the poorly-hidden panic that shrouded his face. It took everything for Dimentio to not kill the monarch where he hovered.

“King Boo…” Luigi turned around and gazed upwards. “I didn’t… see you.”

“Did you not hear them?” King Boo tilted closer in Luigi’s face, who shrunk down in response. “They were going crazy over me! Albeit not as bonkers as they went for you. But that’s to be expected, of course. You are the star of the show.”

“Well, uh, I wouldn’t say that, you know,” he forced an uneasy chuckle.

“So modest, aren’t you? Goodness, you’re so sweet, it’s nauseating. When will you ever allow yourself to feel?”

“King Boo.” Dimentio hadn’t even noticed Mario, who placed himself between the two. “The race is about to start. I advise you go back to your kart.”

King Boo’s grin widened. “I wouldn’t risk this race for anything. I just want to ask your brother… a question.”

Luigi glanced at his brother, and nodded. Mario hesitated before stepping away back to his kart, scowling at King Boo the entire way and after. Luigi stood up straighter, inquiring, “What do you want, King Boo?”

“It’s not something I want, because that implies I will actually do something about it. I just want to know.” King Boo crept closer, forcing Luigi to back up into his kart. “Where is that clown?” he interrogated, oblivious to the fact that the aforementioned clown was right beside him, just begging for an excuse.

Give me a reason. Any reason.

Luigi peeked through his tightly-shut eyes. “He died.”

King Boo and Dimentio both blinked a couple of times. “What?” the monarch spat out.

“Yes, he died.” When Luigi was met with silence, he added, “He was… too old.” More silence. Luigi swallowed. “Way too old.”

King Boo gawked at him for a little bit longer, then anger began to creep onto his pale complexion. “You are lying. Where is he?!” King Boo jerked forwards and Luigi threw his hands in front of his face. Dimentio snapped his fingers.

The king and the Ancient locked eyes. Unwavering. Silent.

“Dimentio…” King Boo uttered as quietly as one could speak.

“Oh my god. It’s like he’s still here with us.” Luigi grasped Dimentio’s arm and practically dragged him off of the course. He grabbed Dimentio’s shoulder and briskly spun him around. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Dimentio did not speak. He stared at Luigi, and Luigi stared at him. Luigi’s breaths were sharp and heavy, and Dimentio was completely still. At last, Luigi sighed and looked away, wiping the sweat from his forehead and flicking it onto the grass. He opened his mouth to speak, but was instantly cut off.

“Attention, folks! The race is just about to begin! Drivers, in your seats, pronto!”

Luigi stared at the speaker just above their heads, and sighed once more. “Go home.” With a slight adjustment of his cap, Luigi began to make his way back to the course. He glanced over his shoulder once, then never again.

Dimentio casted the invisibility spell for what felt like the thousandth time as he took his place in the sky. King Boo was stationed in eighth place, hovering over his seat as he glared ahead with a snarl. Which trophy did he have his eyes on: a golden cup or Dimentio’s head?

As the announcer spewed his final words, Dimentio lowered himself back to the ground. He treaded the asphalt, silently weaving between the rumbling motors.

“Three!”

Dimentio’s boots stepped onto the hood of the kart, and the noise made King Boo tilt in bewilderment.

“Two!”

Standing before the wheel, Dimentio leaned forwards towards the unsuspecting monarch with hope that his dark, worn soles disturbed the shine.

“One!”

Admidst the echoing roar of the crowd and the exhausts that flared with heaves of smoke, Dimentio whispered, “I will kill you.”

“Start!”

Dimentio teleported as a burst of flames shot out of the exhausts and sent King Boo spiraling forwards. The Ancient allowed himself to fall a good distance before he caught himself moments before death. He set himself up straight and watched the karts fly off in the distance in the first lap of Mario Kart Stadium.

Nobody was answering Dimentio’s prayers but himself.

#ajl #lament au #ulcer fic

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year

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Hyperfixations

Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Requested by Anon:

“could we have more illinois x reader x yancy?? just some soft cuddling and kisses in bed maybe”

Requested by Anon:

“i LOVED your dark with implied autistic reader, there isn’t many fics that include us like that ❤️ would you be willing to do something similar with illinois or yancy?”

I went ahead and combined these two requests bc I thought they worked together! Realizing now that I didn’t add any kisses sorry 💀

Warnings: very fluffy, slight swearing??, lots of cuddling tho

Word Count: 620

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Why were you still scrolling? It was almost 3am, for one thing. Your partners were asleep, snoring away on either side of you, and yet, there you were, continuing to go through the same tags you went through a thousand times before. The same art, shitposts, and fics popped up. And you’d seen them all, no matter how you sorted the feed. But you needed more. You needed new art, new shitposts, new fics.

Despite the mounting frustration and boredom, you kept scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.

An arm wound around your midsection, startling you out of your focus. Yancy peeked at you through half-lidded, drowsy eyes. He was always a light sleeper.

“What’re youse doin’ up?” His words slurred a little, accent seeming unfamiliar to him at this hour. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You shook your head and turned off your phone, allowing the device to rest on your chest. “No, I just…” Yancy waited patiently as you found the right words. “I’m hyperfixating on something right now, and nothing seems to really… satisfy it.”

He hummed. The bed shifted as he scooted closer, nuzzling his face against the pajamas you wore. He didn’t want to trigger you with the feeling of his stubble, especially not when you’d apparently been awake all night.

“Youse wanna tell me about it?”

He felt more than saw the way you lit up. Excitement ran through your whole body like a shot of adrenaline.

“Really?”

He hummed. “I’ll try to stay awake.”

A pang of guilt shot through your heart. You didn’t want him to stay up just so you could ramble his ear off about something he isn’t even interested in. You opened your mouth to protest, but another face nuzzled into the shoulder of your pajamas, opposite to Yancy.

Illinois’ voice was rough. The languid, almost haughty accent he carried was almost unnoticeable. “What’s goin’ on?” he murmured, eyes squinting in the dark to peer at his two partners.

“They’re hyperfixatin’ on somethin’,” Yancy slurred. Sleep was already pulling his eyelids shut, but he forced them open again. “Was gonna let ‘em talk about it.”

Illinois hummed and turned to look at you, though his neck was at an awkward angle trying to do so. “You sleep at all yet, darlin’?”

You floundered, under the sweet way Yancy had said explained your problem so unbothered by its absurdity, and at the equally sweet pet name Illinois used. “I don’t want to keep you up just so I can talk,” you finally mumbled.

They both seemed affronted at the idea. “We love hearing you talk about your interests,” Illinois assured.

Yancy, seeming a little more awake, sat up so he was sure you saw the grin he bore. His eyes twinkled. “Youse is so passionate about the things you love, how could we not?”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about us, doll.” Yancy settled back down, resting his head on his pillow so he could look at you as you spoke. “We’ll just take a nap later.”

Illinois nodded against your shoulder and wrapped an arm around you. His hand rested easily on Yancy’s arm, tucking calloused fingers under the songbird’s t-shirt sleeve. They both waited for you to speak, to ramble for as long as they could stay awake about your hyperfixation. There was no way to deny them any longer.

You slid down further into the blankets. You told them about everything you could think of. You explained what it was you were fixating on, the goods and bads of it. Ships you loved or hated. The lore, history within the universe, character design. Everything.

And as the sun rose, all three of you were curled together in a mass of blankets, fast asleep.

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Tag List:

@writeawaythepain

@hyperfixat

@cryptidjester (wasn’t sure if you still wanted to be tagged but I’m tagging you just in case. lemme know if you want me to remove it from this fic!)

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lost-redditor · 11 months

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Hope ever(ule)yones good

So I’ve had this account since around 2018, and have to this day only made a single comment. Mostly I was content to let it sit and be a second or third site, one that I’d occasionally scroll through for art or memes.

Mostly, I spent my time on reddit. I prefered the way that subreddits operated as communities, compared to discord which required constant checking or here where I completely failed to understand how tags worked. It worked for me, and it was a decent site to hop around looking for stuff to laught at, learning things, talking politics (I’m great fun at parties)

Maybe two years ago my sibling introduced me to a meme sub, 196. I thought it was funny and followed it, and just kind of... hung around.

It was a nice place to be. It was a pretty funny experience being a straight dude in a mostly queer space, learning about a community I'd only ever seen from a distance, and getting absolutely ratio’d in the comments when I asked dumb questions.

Over time it became a space I genuinely enjoyed spending time in, me and my sibling would post, steal memes and send them to each other, get into petty arguments in comment sections. Even though I broke Rule 1) about a trillion times, it was nice to have somewhere I could share wierd obscure things I found and have a laugh with others. When my sibling came out, first as bi then gender whatever, I actually knew what the phrases they used meant, and didn’t have to ask the bs questions that usually come with the process.

I immediately sent them a meme that I’d stolen and we shit talked each other for the rest of the evening.

Now with reddit shutting down in protest, I’m worried that the community is gone. It’s doing alright now, floating in the tags, but what about in a few days, a few weeks? 196 was the place where I realised I was aromantic, where I joked with people about the insane state of politics, where I decided to let go of expectations and just be funny as all hell. It was probably the nicest place I spent time on the internet, and now its gone.

Seeing one of the largest queer spaces on the internet shut down like that was deeply saddening, even though it was a voluntary decision that I support. Maybe, it’ll be back one day, and I’ll turn up as someones shitpost about how we thought everything was collapsing when it actually lasted like 3 days or whatever. Or maybe not, time will tell.

So, as I move here and do my best to understand how this entire thing works, I hope everyone is doing well. Even with the way everything is going right now, I think things can get better if we work for it.

Please stay safe, stay happy, and don’t forget to follow the rule

#rule #r/196 #r196 #196 #You can also ignore the rule #ACAB

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shenzuns · 1 year

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name. kiwi !

pronouns. they / them ( + she / he )

preference of communication. uhhh probably... IMs or discord ??? i give out my discord as much as i can, but i’m very bad at talking to people BHDFDJF

name of muse. shen qingqiu, or shen yuan depending on who you get acquainted with... first ? it’s very verse dependent, if you meet him when he’s transmigrated then it’s shen qingqiu bc by that point he’s given up his old identity as “ shen yuan “

rp experience / how long. good god i’ve probably been here since i was like... 13? so... 8 years disgostang

best experience. shitposting ! that’s literally all i do on a daily basis anyways, but my best rp experiences were when the community would kind of get together and do silly shit on the dash. i don’t see much of that anymore at all now lol, unfortunate ! oh, and, in character games were THE shit like... i still try to get those going when i can bc there’s nothing more fun than muses meeting each other for the first time to yell at each other about being the imposter or something. also, when you kind of have a group of people who are in a specific verse, and matching urls, and just idk very community based things were always my type of beat !

rp pet peeves / dealbreakers. i... don’t really have many actually ? it’s quite litchrally the basic principal that people have been touting for years, read rules ( please god, i know he acts like a straight guy but my man is gay as all hell Do Not approach him romantically if ur muse is fem aligned ), don’t try to play god without My permission, don’t forceship unless i say it’s cool cus i love forceshipping with my breasties, don’t... tell me what my muse is... or how he could be / act like... man. uhhh, probably also like, feeling as though i have to diminish how powerful or mean a muse is otherwise me and someone’s mun will get off on the wrong foot like... i’m sorry i don’t control my muse’s power level it’s on UR muse to not instigate a fight if u Know my muse is strong man. uhhh... when people complain about posting too much ooc like ok just say u don’t want to have fun or get to know the ppl behind the screen. also, it kind of squicks me when ppl are like ‘oh ur character isn’t super canon’ like i already have phobias, don’t add to that man --- also canon divergencies exist. and then other stuff is just stupid shit like, if we’re shipping and there’s no reciprocating amount of effort put in it just tanks me, and like. fighting over ships too lawl like, i get if toxic ships aren’t ppls cups of tea but that doesn’t mean u have to kill someone over it ( this does NOT include actually problematic ships, yall are adult enough to get what i mean here )

fluff, angst, or smut. all i guess ??? my fatal flaw is liking angst and smut but being too much of a baby to write it out and / or talk about it. like, i’m very bad at writing angst but it’s all i give my muses so I Want To Learn. and, re: smut i’m... weirdly shy ? which is funny bc it’s horny thoughts 24/7 here but i just get anxious and lock up even though i want to write smut. it’s fucked up and evil and i’m the bearer of the curse SFNFKMSF

plots or memes. boooth... i say tentatively, LIKE i’m kind of bad at plotting is the thing. i prefer discussing character dynamics and then discussing how things can go from that. also, s.qq is kind of difficult to plot with i’ve come to slowly realize ??? but i also Have to plot with him to get anywhere, so u see it’s a pain. BUT I LOVE MEMES i thrive on memes, it’s the best way i interact ! i do try my best to send in stuff and i adore getting things in return ( i’m just slow as fuck but i always smile when i get asks )

long or short replies. UHHHH... it really depends but i’ll be real, i talk too fucking much when i write SHDSFMKFDKM a bitch doesn’t know how to shut up and s.qq is an overthinker so he’s very introspective ( TOO introspective u might say ), so while i love the idea of short replies... it never really works out that way for me </3

best time to write. man. who even knows w/ me at this point LMAOO probably night though that’s when everything’s quiet for me and i can vibe, or like. the early hours of daybreak. but idk when my motivation, creativity and social battery are up there is usually when i start writing again

are you like your muse. KIIIND OF ??? my friend’s and i like to joke around that i’m kind of a shen yuan at times, i actually really latched onto his character BECAUSE of his neurosis but. i dunno, i’m not as logic driven as he is, nor am i as stilted emotionally / with my affections. so, yes and no ! he can be difficult to write sometimes because of how different he is from me, i think. i’ve never written a muse like him before, so it’s definitely a challenge, but a fun one ! i also think it’s pretty natural to take on muses similar to you or put parts of yourself in a muse, bc how else are you supposed to understand them on a deeper level yk ? it helps with getting into a muses mental imo.

tagged. @oftwilight thank u sybil, ily ! <3

tagging. @junshang, @feiyuie, @mellodiies, @kuurtaa, @chiheru, @hymnblood, @fuxian, @suender & if ur reading this that’s it. ur tagged, @ me i want to see !

#𝟶𝟶𝟶. 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁 ，𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙻. — ( out. )#meow meow meow meow

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incandesang · 2 years

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auroraposting my thoughts abt episode six (a shitpost. my thoughts Shit Out into this one post so i can go to Bed)

after rereading the film’s draft script today i am like 99% certain rolin wrote himself into the same hole anne did, wherein trying to make lestat more sympathetic and less ‘evil’ there was no justifiable (in the eyes of all members of the audience) reason for claudia to kill lestat. NOW HEAR ME OUTTT

1992 draft script lestat was still murdered for what he did to claudia (trapping her in the body of a child) but he wasn’t ever cruel to her in the same way tomstat was. he was killed for two reasons: claudia’s eternal torture in a body that doesn’t match up with her ageing mind, and for being kind of a pain in the ass. like he was just. annoying LMAO loveable but annoying as all hell

there was no morbid satisfaction in reading his murder, and that really should be there. audiences should be horrified at what they’re seeing!! they have to agree with what’s happening to him (and be mortified about it), and also want to close their eyes and look away because maybe he DOESN’T deserve this? it’s empty revenge. killing lestat won’t free claudia from the prison of her own body, and it won’t kill louis’ love for him.

i think rolin realised he was writing a lestat who would have an empty, pointless death that wouldn’t be understood by audiences. people would be confused about why it even happened, or what exactly caused louis and claudia to want to do this to him, so he started writing this version of the character we have seen in episodes five and six. (personally i can think of a whole slew of reasons to want this man dead from episode four alone. idk why he needed to have lestat dig his own grave even MORE but here we are)

he missed that nothing any of these characters do needs to be justifiable as a ‘good’ action or a ‘bad’ action. claudia’s murder of lestat needs to be monstrous in its passionate violence, and in its morality. we have to be left wondering did she do the right thing? was this an act of needless cruelty? it has to be an action that makes us think about her character and what constitutes evil to her: a child vampire who kills ‘two souls a night’.

of course sam’s performance brings questioning that to the table, because he is very obviously playing a character who is deeply troubled and carrying a lot of emotional baggage. the cruelty he is inflicting onto the people around him is a form of self-flagellation. he wants to hurt the world as it hurt him, and he wants to hate himself for becoming everything he hated. but it won’t be enough. and it isn’t enough. while sam is an amazing actor he just doesn’t have the writing to back up what he is trying to do with his performance. rolin has gone from writing the lestat of the 1992 draft film script to something much worse than the lestat we see in the novels. it’s really incredibly jarring.

i’m rambling i haven’t slept in so sorry. all this to say that claudia’s killing of lestat has to be morally grey for it to work, and right now? it looks like an avenging angel move to save louis from the evil lestat. it doesn’t. work. anne’s 1992 script didn’t work for the same reason. claudia’s attempt at patricide was just for the lolz. lestat wasn’t the bad guy, not in a way the audience would find any meaning in.

ANYWAYS i’m done i’ll shut up it’s late and i have to sleep.

#my thoughts on episode six lmao #i’m incoherent #auroraposting #iwtv spoilers

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thundergoodspeed · 1 year

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i apologize to everyone following me, to clarify there has been a callout (consisting of out of context screenshots and one-sided info supplied by the true toxic people mainly) on one of my rp partners. and i’ve been implicated simply because i talk to her.

the people doing this do not follow me so if you’re following me and reading this on the dashboard, this is not about you. i don’t mean to cause anxiety by vaguing. the people doing this have a history of blocking people and then going through their blogs (which i do not have proof for so take it with a grain of salt, but there’s been two users now that have done this to me specifically) so i’ve been using that to portray my case. work with what you’re given right?

i’d rather they all just shut up and leave me alone about it but they’ve gotta drag my name for having a little salt about the concept of “callouts”. listen, if this didn’t flare up my anxiety so fucking bad, i wouldn’t be saying shit about it. i’d be letting it lie. but they are actively hurting me despite saying they want peace in the community, so here it is. my “white knight victimizing” vomited all over my blog. i apologized. i explained my case while also trying not to be an apologist for the people i knew of. so no, they can’t say they want peace or want us to apologize to our victims, because i literally just did and they’re not listening.

so i’m sorry for posting this all despite my “no drama” rule. and i hope i can just get to my regular writing and shitposts. if you’re following me, none of the drama is directed at you, and if you have any doubts my ask box is open. so is my twitter inbox. i’ll talk to anyone who has questions or even who wants to shoot the shit.

#ooc; out of cookies

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carbiecollector · 2 years

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ok got my art in here now!!

Preliminary tagging conventions;

#carbie sounds - various text posts n musings. May or may not include shitposts

#moogle mail - responses to asks. Please ask me about my ocs I’ll never shut up about them

#seven hells - general Shitpost tag

#my art - stuff that I drew

#my writing - stuff that I wrote

#my ocs - just content of my ocs in general

#oc lore - lore about my wols and other ff ocs

all characters will be tagged by name.

Spoilers will include the tag #ffxiv spoilers and the relevant expansion spoilers: #arr spoilers, #hw spoilers, #sb spoilers, #shb spoilers, #ew spoilers. Current patch spoilers will be marked as #patch spoilers as well as the current # patch.

That’s all for now! More later!

#carbie sounds

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probablykaitlyn · 5 years

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do u ever get the motivation to do something u want to do really badly but then depression comes and kicks u in the ass? because if that isn’t my current mood then idk what is.

#just kait being a self depricating bitch!!#that’s honestly my brand at this point #i’ll shut up now #nobody really cares about my shitposts anyway #kait.txt

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indiemedley · 2 years

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Crackpot theory for HK with little evidence but enough to be feasible!

So, the classic saying is that Hegemol is fucking DEAD, yeah? No one knows what he looks like under his shell, and only a single maggot was able to take his shell. Now, how, pray tell, did a legendary knight lose his mighty shell to the weakest bug in Hallownest, at his size no less? And then there’s the question of the mace bug, like... Why and how? Well, friends, my theory explains both, AND why the small maggot can wield Hegemol’s armor!

I propose, for just a moment, that the mace bug IS Hegemol. Now, you might be saying, Indie, what the actual FUCK are you talking about? How the hell does that make any sense? Well, shut the fuck up for a minute and I’ll tell you, you impatient bastard! There’s actually a dumb amount of evidence linking it to this theory!

Let’s start simple. If Hegemol is Mace Bug, what did Hegemol use when he WASN’T being swung around by an imposter? Simple. He used nothing. We were all so into the idea of Hegemol using a mace we neglected the fact that not ONCE was Hegemol EVER portrayed with even a SINGLE weapon!

Tell me, where do we see Hegemol’s mace? Nowhere. Even Dryya is seen with her blade, as is Ze’Mer. Isma, we know wasn’t one for weapons, or, we can at least assume she didn’t wield any, judging from how people describe her and her natural nature affinity. Certainly, for the City of Tears, they also would’ve included Hegemol’s legendary weapon, wouldn’t they?

So Hegemol didn’t use a mace, so what? Doesn’t prove he’s Mace Bug. How would he have been so massive if he was just the Mace Bug? The False Knight solves this conundrum for us! The small Maggot was somehow capable of using Hegemol’s armor PERFECTLY despite his small size and even lack of lengthy limbs! This means that SOMEHOW Hegemol’s armor is designed for someone much, MUCH smaller than the shell to use. How curious, yeah? Not if Hegemol himself was small.

With all the other Knights, we get a concrete understanding of what happened to them. Ze’Mer, got super sad and isolated herself until the Knight comes and solves her unfinished business. Dryya, died protecting the White Lady in the Queen’s Gardens. Isma, somehow turned into plantlife and melded with the wall in the sewers under the City of Tears, which is a discussion for another day and someone smarter. Ogrim, became our lovely and jolly Dung Defender, protecting Isma as his life’s new goal. Hegemol? A Maggot stole his armor. What happened to the body?

If Hegemol truly DID pilot his shell as a sort of mech, that would also explain why he’s one of the largest not god bosses in the game. Because it’s his fucking Bugundam. This shows us what Hegemol’s weapon is. It’s his armor.

The Maggot says that he managed to snatch Hegemol’s armor while he was asleep. He wouldn’t have been able to drag a massive bug away from his armor without waking him up, BUT, if he was somehow a small Mace Shaped Bug piloting a mech suit, if he was asleep, someone his size COULD theoretically take over the armor. The Maggot, with newfound power, likely wouldn’t want the knight snitching on him and sending him back to his weakness, so, he decides to give Hegemol a taste of his medicine, making HIM the helpless tool. Hegemol is the Mace Bug, a concrete explanation of what happened to our dear knight, why the Maggot can use his armor so easily, what the Mace Bug’s whole deal was, AND tells us what his REAL weapon was. We’ve finally got all our knights together, after all this time, eh?

This has been Crackpot Theory with IndieMedley. Now, back to the regularly scheduled shitposts.

#hollow knight #hegemol #theory #indiemedley

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