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doublegoblin · 10 months

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An introduction of the re variety.

Greetings and salutations! So a lot of this will be old news to people but I've had a bit of personal growth and what was an old introduction post doesn't reflect how I feel as a person much any longer. So I am making this updated version (the old one will still be kicking around just not pinned).

So once again hello! My (pen)name is Maxwell Alabaster(he/him), Max or Maxwell is fine!

Not including the RP stuff I used to do on forum back in the early aughts, I've been hobby writing for about a year and some now. It started as a private personal thing to keep my mind occupied while I was between jobs but at some point I decided I wanted to share my stuff with people! So I did just that and made this here blog.

I would still consider myself an amateur writer, not to deflect but to acknowledge that I have room to improve. Also I am hungry for engagement (brain likes seeing the notification number go bigger) so please don't feel like you can't leave little comments or reblog. I don't have aspirations of hitting it big or publication, but, interaction is still nice and I can only share my stuff so far.

What I post on here are the first drafts of my two larger WIPS and one off stuff. I've tried my best to have all these things in their own linked pages! My style or genre usually falls under the horror or darker side of things, I'm an edgy bitch what can I say. Mostly though I just tend to write off the vibe I'm feeling for a particular one off. I don't think my stuff is particularly spine tingling but hey some people have different tolerances.

Rituals and Red Tape : Slice of life/dark fantasy story told from the first person perspective of Alex, manager of the auditing department. Set in a dream like world crafted by an enigmatic group of outer beings known as The Board. Their main duties are to stop problems before they happen that break the rules of reality, or, fix the problems if they are too late.

Abnormal Analytics Company Communications : Found footage/document style story. Very heavily inspired by things like the SCP foundation and minorly inspired by content surrounding what is known as the 411 phenomenon. This story, or rather each “case”, is experienced via the messages and emails between members of some kind of research organization. While these is no main POV character it can be assumed that most of this information is viewed through a single terminal.

I also have a WattPad where I post the edited version of Rituals and Red Tape (if you want a more coherent and better quality version) and also the logs of AACC.

Edit 9-7: I guess I've also started doing voice work lol. I'll work on getting a section made for just the audio works at some point! I'm still learning the craft and editing stuff but it's been a passion of mine for a while and I hope to make it a more regular thing! If you think my voice would be good for your things hit me up! I can promise I will try my best =P

I am also very open to asks about my stuff, being included in tag games, and stuff like that. I can be a little slow to respond due to my limited time but I make an effort to get to things when I can! Heck even if you want to just send a random ask, I'm down for that too.

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I can't really say I'm excited to get to know people since I've already been here for a while lol. Also this blog can be very messy as I enjoy a wide swath of things. But yeah, check out my stuff, leave me words on those things (good or bad but above all helpful) and enjoy I guess?

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amintyworld · 3 years

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Child of The Dome (SBI Rust Server)

Platonic Wilbur Soot x Reader and Tommyinnit x Reader. We got Dadbur and Big Broinnit... It’s all about the found family, folks!

A/N: *Gets a SBI Rust fic idea* *Looks up to see its not written and no one is interested in writing it* *Realizing YOU’RE the one who can write it into existence* As a reminder, this is all RP - THE RUST SERVER HAS LORE, GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS! Also, reader is gender neutral. Enjoy! - Minty

TW: Murder, Major Character Death (Kind of, they can respawn?), Religious Themes, Cult-like behavior, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Cursing, child abuse (?), shooting/gun violence, sickness. (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)

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Thunder and lightning roared outside of the Dome Church as Wilbur and Tommy sat inside, continuing their sermon to a few others despite the weather conditions. Just a few hours earlier, Sofa had objected when the rain began to leak through the roof, and was promptly locked outside as punishment, which seemed to quickly quiet a few complaints from the others. “Now, my people, you shall not live in fear of the storm for the Dome will protect all who preach and live its word!” Wilbur said, standing at the podium. “Persevere and the Dome will reward you!”

Murmurs of agreement seemed to sweep through the crowd as their feet shivered - bare, wet and cold. They rose to their feet slowly as Iamty began to play the piano and they hummed along with the tune, their spirits beginning to be lifted. Water seeped into their clothes and chills ran down their spine but nonetheless they stood as Seepeekay, the known Minister, began his prepared speech over the music. Tommy walked through the aisle, holding out a basket for donations as the churchgoers threw whatever they could think to offer inside.

Suddenly a loud knock came from the door - panicked and urgent.

Wilbur grumbled at the interruption, weaving his way through the crowd and opening the door. “Sofa, you have to relearn the Dome’s ways before you can-'' Words died on his lips as Sophie looked to Wilbur worried, a small bundle in her arms. The baby’s cries blended with the thunder and lightning from above, and Wilbur’s eyes scanned the child’s in curiosity.

“Wilbur, I found them outside near the Dome, they’re freezing cold I dunno what to-!” Wilbur’s mind whirred as it began to put the pieces together, frozen in place and not knowing exactly what to do next. Tommy rushed up next to Wilbur, asking what was going on until his gaze landed on the baby as well. “...Wilbur?”

At this, Wilbur’s body quickly snapped to attention, taking the child from Sophie and turning, closing the door shut behind him and keeping Sophie outside. The baby’s eyes glimmered in the light of the torches, their hair a matted and muddy mess padded flat in a circular shape - a dome like shape, if you will. Slowly, he raised his hand to caress the child’s cheek, a fondness beginning to grow in his heart as their cries slowed to a stop, looking up to him in wonder. A loving smile stretched across his face as he booped their nose, sending them into a fit of laughter. Wilbur’s heart couldn’t help but begin to melt at the baby’s smile. He held them close, his own body warmth beginning to warm their small freezing body.

“The storm! It’s stopping!” Pebble shouted as he looked outside, noticing the sun begin to poke through the clouds as the raindrops began to slow.

“Messiah, I believe I have witnessed a miracle today.” Wilbur called as everyone turned to look at him. “This child… this child has stopped the storm, they have stopped the storm for they are a child of the Dome itself. The Dome has spared us for helping one of its own.” Wilbur held up the baby for the congregation to see. “This baby is a miracle and a blessing, a gift of the Dome to us, a gift we must not take lightly.”

“What are we going to do with it?” Scott asked. “Can we- should we just... take them back to the Dome?”

Wilbur couldn’t help the pang of selfishness that came over him at the suggestion. “Take the child back? Slop, the great Dome does not make a mistake. It has given us great gifts and now it’s given us this baby, and you want to rid yourself of them? Shameful! We shall embrace this opportunity, this gift. We’ll make them part of our great family.” Wilbur said, going back to the podium and cradling the child close in his arms. “Since I found them, I’ll look after them.” He moved to press his forehead against the baby’s as the rest of the church looked on in interest. “I dub thee… Dirt.” Wilbur smiled as the congregation erupted in applause.

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Tommy at first objected to adding another person in their already cramped house, but eventually, though he wouldn’t admit it, he became attached to the kid as the months passed. On a particular cold winter day, your crib was stationed by the fireplace, Wilbur out gathering food and supplies. Tommy had one mission and one mission only - to teach you your first swear.

“Come on, it’s not hard. Just say ‘fuck’. You can do it.” Tommy encouraged as you sat in your crib and looked at him, head tilted slightly in confusion. Your small hands reached out toward him.

“Twoh-towh!” You babbled with a smile, and Tommy’s heart melted at the nickname as he sighed fondly.

“Yeah, Tom-Tom.” He agreed, as you reached toward him, wanting to be let out as he carefully picked you up and held you in his arms. Your hands found their way into his hair as they pulled and played with it, squealing happily. “You really like my hair, don’t you?” He asked, amused until you pulled a bit too hard, making the teenager wince in pain, quickly bringing you back down to sit in his lap. “Okay, you played with my hair for a little while, can you say ‘fuck’ now?” You looked confused, moving to pick up a small pebble on the ground instead. “Dirt, I know you can do it, okay?” He moved you so you sat facing him again, and you huffed slightly at the loss of your pebble. “Say ‘fuck’. Like this: ‘ffff-uck’.” He said slower, as if that could possibly do anything to help. Your head tilted again, confused at why Tommy looked so disgruntled at his wasted efforts. He sighed in defeat, moving to put you back in your crib again.

Anger bubbled inside your chest - you didn’t want to be put back in the crib, you wanted to play. “F...FWOA!” You shouted, making Tommy’s eyes glimmer with hope.

“That’s closer, come on, you can do it, Dirt-!” He said, pausing and holding you in mid-air.

Beginning to put the pieces together, you realized that saying the word will keep you from being put back in the crib. Determined, your mind whirred as it looked to Tommy in curiosity. “Fwok…?”

“Almost there, you almost got it…” Tommy encouraged. “Say ‘fuck’.”

“Fffwok, Fuok… fuck!” You managed after a few tries, and Tommy’s eyes brightened with glee.

“Yes, Dirt. Fuck.”

“Fuck!” You repeated, smiling as Tommy once again smiled, bringing you back to the floor. “Fuck.”

The excitement of the exchange slowly made you grow tired as Tommy shifted, leaning against the wall as you began to drift off against his chest, a tiny fistful of his shirt in your hand. Snow began to fall outside, quickly turning into a snowstorm. Feeling tired and not wanting to disturb the sleeping being on his stomach, Tommy slowly began to drift off, leaning against the wall. Only an hour later Wilbur burst into the scene, firmly closing the door behind himself and carrying three large bundles of wood. He looked around, pulling off the scarf around his face and internally awwing at the sight - Big Brother Tommy, who would have thought? Tommy’s hands never moved from supporting you against his chest, worried about you falling over. Not wanting to disturb the siblings, he quietly shed his snow-covered gear, grabbing a blanket and pulling it up around Tommy’s sleeping form, ruffling his hair slightly and carefully talking you from Tommy’s grasp. Your Dad quickly settled you back in your crib, giving your forehead a soft kiss.

“Goodnight, you two.”

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You slowly awoke in the warm arms of someone, outside in the snow, and your three-year-old body shivered. Where was Dad? Dad always was there, if not Tommy, so where was he? You looked up to see a hooded figure with jet black hair and blue eyes. Whoever it was, that was not Dad or Tom-Tom, and you began to cry, getting scared and wanting to see them again. Tears ran down your cheeks as the hooded teenager looked panicked. “Shh, shh… please, you’ve gotta be quiet-”

“WA-BA!” You cried, failing your body as you wailed, crying more.

“Uh, I…” He said, not exactly knowing how to handle the situation. “It’s okay, it’s okay! I know Wilbur, I know your Dad, okay? I’m… I’m taking you right to him, just please stop crying…” He begged. Your body shivered as you sniffled, and let out a sneeze. “Dammit, I told you to stop crying…” He cursed, pulling you closer to his cloak to keep you warm. “Just hold tight, we’re almost there.”

“Wa-ba... “ You sniffed, and the teen’s face shifted into one of… guilt?

“Fucking christ Wilbur what are you doing with a kid-?!” He mumbled to himself, frustrated. “All I wanted to do was check inside and leave, but no.. of fucking course you have a kid-!” You quickly approached a large house of sorts as your captor took a deep breath in front of the door, looking down at you. “Hey, it’s okay. If it goes well, you won’t feel any pain.” He nervously smiled, before looking into your eyes as the smile quickly fell. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? It’s not exactly like I have much of a choice here. If I didn’t return with you, they’d…” He trailed off, before slightly shaking his head of thoughts, pushing the door open and stepping inside. After a few tries, he firmly pulled the door shut, carrying you closer inside and next to a small fireplace that dimly lit the room. “Guys, I’m back. I got the kid.”

Your eyes filled with fear as two figures seemingly appeared from the shadows, smiling and wide-eyed. You quickly drove your face to hide in your captor’s cloak. One with blonde hair and brown eyes reached out toward you slowly, making you retreat further into your captor’s cloaked embrace. “I can’t believe the rumors are true.” The other spoke - much shorter than the other two members, with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, sporting a green poncho. “The famous ‘Child of the Dome’.” He turned to your cloaked captor. “Much trouble with the wall, Krinios?”

“No, that special ax you gave me worked like a charm,” Krinios replied. Your eyes were fixated on the shorter man’s, noticing how similar to Tommy he looked - they were probably the same age - but something wasn’t right with his eyes. They looked cold and inviting, the light went from where it once had brought warmth and life to the teen - different from the curious scheming brightness of Tommy’s, or how your Dad’s eyes seemed to fill with laughter and love all the time. You didn’t like any of this one bit, you wanted to be back home in Wilbur’s embrace as he’d hum a lullaby, rocking you back and forth to get you to sleep. Not in this room filled with hungry stares and eyes locked onto your body like a wolf’s.

“Come on, little one… I just want to play a game.” The blond one ushered, and you shook your head ‘no’ violently, clinging onto Krinios’s arm tightly, not daring to let go.

“What’s… what’s going on here?” The shorter one asked, gesturing to the scene. “Did they imprint on you or something?”

“Look - I dunno Tubbo,” Krinios admitted, holding up his hands in a sort of surrender. “Maybe they got sick in the cold, they were crying a lot.”

“And you didn’t stuff a sock in their mouth?” The blonde one’s eyes stared down at Krinios’s intently. “I told you we needed the little shit quiet, what if someone heard you?!”

“It’s a baby, Hycei!” Krinios snapped, and Hycei’s mouth turned into a thin line.

“Good god, you feel sympathetic for it…” The blonde groaned before snatching you up forcefully as you let out a wail, grabbing for Krinios desperately. “This is the only way to send a clear message to that freak of a cult that calls itself a church, not to mention Wilbur. We show them what happens when they decide to fuck with us. If we don’t get even now they’ll just keep thinking they can get away with doing whatever they want to us because we won’t fight back.”

“It’s an eye for an eye, Krinios - for all the times they’ve killed us, taken our stuff… they’re bullies, Krinios. Bullies that won’t stop unless we fight back, and Fort Kickass isn’t cowards. Sometimes when you’re the bad guy, Krinios, the only way to fight fire is with fire. Besides,” Tubbo asked, his lips curling in a smile as he unsheathed his knife. “You wanted to try flesh right off the bone, right?” As Tubbo came toward you, you squirmed and tried to wail before Hycei clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your sound.

“Wait… wait wait wait!” Krinios snapped to action as he thickly swallowed, getting between you and the knife. “What if the kid’s so sick, it affects the flesh? What if we get sick from it?” Tubbo’s cold eyes shifted from his friend’s to the knife in his hand. “I think we should just give it a day or two, you know… maybe this one isn’t the one to try out the new style of flesh thing. Maybe we shouldn’t change perfection, you know what I’m saying?”

“We’ve eaten rotten flesh, I think we’ll be immune to whatever they might have.” Tubbo responded, rolling his eyes. “Don’t forget that those Dome People killed you in cold blood.”

“Aren’t we doing the same thing?” He asked, as the other two’s faces filled with irritation, getting annoyed.

“We’re surviving, Krinios. If you haven’t noticed because of our ‘reputation’ on this server I haven’t eaten in days. I’m hungry.” Hycei said coldly. “Now isn’t the time to be taking the moral high road - do you want to not starve to death?!”

As Krinios hesitated, Tubbo shoved him aside as he approached. “We don’t have time for this.” He huffed, pulling your arm roughly and looking to Hycei. “Hold ‘em still.” You became hysterical, tears flowing freely down your face in panic and wanting to be as far away from that sharp object as possible. As it pressed down and began to cut you let out a shriek in agony as blood and pain overwhelmed your senses, and you bit down on Hycei’s hand, making them retract it and nearly drop you in the process.

He looked pissed. “Why you little-!” Within seconds, pain once again blossomed in your head, your vision swimming with tears. You wanted Dad, you wanted Tom-Tom, you wanted the pain to go away… Whimpering in pain, you curled in on yourself. Your prayers seemed to be quickly answered as the door burst open with two very ticked-off family members you recognized instantly. Wilbur pointed his gun directly at Tubbo’s head as the room began to build with tension, the two leaders just staring at each other.

“Wilbur.” Tubbo said cooly, putting his bloodied knife back in its sheath.

“Tubbo.” Wilbur growled through his teeth. “Where are they? Where’s Dirt?!”

“Oh, is that what you decided to call them?” Tubbo asked, crossing his arms. “Or did your Dome God decide on it?”

“You’ve crossed the fucking line, Tubbo.” Tommy growled, his ax at the ready. “Dirt didn’t do jack shit to you.”

“Oh, I disagree.” Tubbo spat. “Being a part of your sick cult is enough for me. Even so, you can’t blame a leader trying to feed his people, can you? That’s all this is - survival of the fittest. Getting revenge on both of you, well… that’s just a bonus.”

“You’re a sick freak.”

“You’re a scamming cultist.” Tubbo retorted, moving to take you from Hycei’s arms. “Question is, who’s worse?”

“Wa-Ba…” You sniffled as Wilbur moved closer, before Tubbo quickly pressed his knife up against your throat.

“Not another step.” Seeing this, Tubbo pointed his gun at Tubbo’s head, though the cannibal leader seemed unphased. “Kill me and I’ll kill them as soon as the bullet leaves the muzzle.”

“Bulllshit.” Tommy angrily shouted, moving forward next to Wil.

“Do you really want to take that risk?”

Wilbur breathed as his mind whirred to try to think of some kind of solution, his gun trained on Tubbo. “Tommy, get ready.”

“What’s it gonna be, Wilbur Soot?”

Quickly, he shot Tubbo in the leg, making him fall and lose his grip on you as Tommy rushed forward, snatching you up and kicking Tubbo in the face as he tried to grab you back. Hycei, on the other hand, rushed toward Wilbur, as the two fought and eventually Wilbur shot him in the arm, then quickly turned to train his gun at Krinios who held up his hands in surrender. When Tommy saw your injuries it broke his heart as he ripped off a bit of cloth and wrapped it around your arm wound temporarily, wrapping your body in warm blankets. He dried your tears as he rushed back towards Wilbur. “It’s okay, it’s okay…”

“You got what you wanted, just leave.” Krinios begged as Wilbur’s gun stayed trained on him. Wilbur, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him, handed the gun to Tommy as Tommy handed you off to your Dad, who carefully ran his hand through your hair, bringing you close and not planning on letting you out of his arms any time soon.

“You scared me, oh god I thought I lost you…” Wilbur whispered. “It’s okay, it’s all okay now, I’m right here, I’m right here. Shh…” Your hands gripped his shirt and you buried your face in it, feeling comforted by his familiar scent of pine and burnt oak. Your body shook with fear as Wilbur ran his hand along your back in comfort as he turned toward the door. His gentle voice turned cold as he looked toward Tommy, his gun still trained on Krinios. Anger and sadness overwhelmed his heart as he looked upon the one who took you away from him, who tried to take you to your death. Vengeance never tasted so sweet. “Kill him.”

Krinios’s eyes widened. “Wait, wait wait let’s talk about this-!”

Tommy didn’t hesitate as Krinios’s body slumped to the floor as the two made their way back toward the entrance of Fort Kickass. Tubbo sat against the wall, breathing heavily from the pain, glaring at both of them. “This isn’t over.”

“You said you wanted to feed your people, I believe I just provided you with food.” Wilbur shot behind him as he walked toward the entrance. “As for Dirt, if you so much as lay a finger on them I won’t hesitate to take all of you out for good. I wonder who will revive you then.” His eyes glanced over the cannibal leader, making sure Tubbo knew he wasn’t bluffing. “Goodbye, Tubbo.”

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a-sweet-pea · 3 years

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Happy (tumblr) Birthday to Me!

Guys, gals, and nonbinary pals; this tumblr is officially three years (and one day) old!

A lot has happened in the time since I created this blog; got diagnosed with cancer, moved houses, started chemotherapy, had emergency life-saving surgery, watched a global pandemic throw the whole world off its groove, switched to an experimental medication, lost my hair, lost my job, got my hair back; its been a fuckin’ TRIP to say the least.

Through it all, I can’t tell you what a joy and comfort has been to be part of a community of cool folks creating and sharing giant/tiny content. Despite how sporadically I post, I have managed to amass a group of over FIVE HUNDRED PEOPLE who like my writing enough to actually follow me! (And probably only half of them are porn bots). If I was sixty feet tall, I would scoop you all into a big hug and boop all your noses one by one.

I’ve been brainstorming ways to celebrate this milestone, and in the spirit of encouraging me to write more things, drop into my ask box with questions about my characters or my ongoing stories, or prompts you’d like to see me drabble about, or anything you think might inspire a fun bit of G/t content I could share, or just questions about me, or comments about your favorite kind of bugs, or just say hi, or literally whatever!

(Alternatively, as a tumblr-birthday present, if you just wanted to go back and leave a comment on a story you enjoyed, that would make my day.)

Also, I’m going to search back through my blog and try to find the fanart that folks drew (back when I updated often enough to spawn fanart) and reblbog it all again, because honestly, people drawing fanart of something I wrote rockets my seratonin levels through the roof, and it deserves reblogging.

ALSO Also, let’s celebrate with a brand new icon of Fairy Elle (aka fairy sweetpea), drawn by the incredible @remordsposthume and colored by yours truly!

(I’m going to make the background Giant Elle once I get around to commissioning someone, so keep your eyes peeled for that).

I love and apprecate all of you so much, here’s to many more years of shitposting and occasional out-of-nowhere, 2k updates to stories that everyone has forgotten about :D

#giant/tiny #g/t art #g/t fluff #g/t fiction #g/t writing #asweetpea #asweetpeawriting #giant tiny #tumblr birthday #sweetpea update #celebration #g/t

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marinerainbow · 3 years

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Since I'm a Reala simp and crave romance, have some Reala romance headcannons (I hope these dont come off as cringey)

I have general headcannons for him, and specific ones for if his S/O was a nightmaren, a visitor, or even a nightopian to appeal to everyone (I know that last one may sound odd considering the only nightopians we see are those pixie like nightopians, but I have made my own nightopian OC and I'm certain other people have too, so the last part could count for those kind of nightopians).

~General headcannons~

To start things off, a personal headcannon of mine is that Reala is gynosexual (or gynoromantic if the dream folk are asexual in general) meaning he's more attracted to feminine looking people, doesnt matter if the person is a guy, gal, or a nonbinary pal. Of course, these headcanons apply to just Reala in general. I just felt the urge to type this out.

Reala may be the nightmaren general, but he is a gentleman. He'd be the type to hold the door open for his S/O, offer them his arm when out and about, kiss their hand as a greeting, etc. Especially if he hasn't confessed to them yet and is trying to subtly tell them he's interested in them.

However, Reala would definitely be a protective lover. He may be well mannered, but if anyone threatened his S/O who would be stupid enough to do that to the first levels partner, I have no clue he'll definitely step in and handle the issue. How he handles it depends on how the person is bothering them and what his mental state is.

That being said, he has much more patience for his S/O compared to everyone else. Of course, there are times he will get annoyed or angry with them, he would be more calm with them the anyone else. NiGHTS is the only other person who has his extended patience.

He also takes his courting seriously. Any romantic gesture from him is never spontaneous and is perfectly planned out by him. Now later down the line, he'll relax on how much planning he does, but when he's just starting to try and win them over, he's not going to take any chances.

I personally think that deep down, he's a romantic. He would give his S/O all sorts of lovely nicknames ("My darling" "My heart's desire" etc), leave a note for them if he has to leave before they can say goodbye, and would even dedicate some of his songs and poems to them.

CUDDLES! As I stated in my general Reala headcannons post, Reala is fond of the softer things in life, and he would absolutely LOVE to be soft with his S/O. He would love cuddling with them while relaxing, having personal spa days with them, holding them from behind while they were doing something, etc. I also imagine he would treat his S/O as if they were a delicate treasure, treating them as gently as he could and ensuring that they knew everyday just how much he loves and adores them. Also, if his S/O did anything like tending to his wounds or helping him with anything, he would be forever grateful.

With how much he loves music, I'm certain he would love giving his S/O a private show with his violin, and would love dancing with them. Also, since I headcannon he writes music sheets, if his S/O could play music as well, or even sing, then he would love LOVE having music dates, just him and his S/O performing their own concert.

All these fluffy headcannons, now time for something a bit sad. Reala has abandonment issues, especially after NiGHTS left. So him doing all of these things for his S/O is not only because he wants to, but because he's afraid they'll leave him if he doesn't make himself out to be the perfect mate. But, if his S/O helps him with this issue, I'm certain he'll be able to grow out of that fear.

Alright. That's general headcannons, now for specific headcannons!

~Nightmaren S/O headcannons~

This would no doubt be the most likely scenario. Not only because he's a nightmaren, but because of how he views nightopians and visitors, especially after NiGHTS' rebellion (explained in his general headcannon list)

He would still treat them like a delicate treasure, but he also is very much aware that his S/O has experienced their own hardships and no doubt is tougher then they look. But knowing that, his proctectivness would amplify, because now he wants to ensure they dont go through any more badness then they had/would have to.

If they actively served Wizeman, and if they got on his bad side, Reala would take their punishments in a heartbeat. He would be scared yes, but he would still do whatever it takes to keep them safe. The ONLY reason he wouldn't take his S/O's punishments, is if he was physically AND mentally unable to. But he is a pretty tough person, so those instances would be rare.

~Visitor S/O headcannons~

This would be pretty difficult to achieve, considering his entire job revolves around making visitors' time in the night dimension miserable. I think he and his S/O would have met if they somehow weren't afraid of him and wanted to talk instead, and they happened to catch him in a mood where he complied (like @pastiel headcannons for Reala meeting visitors who couldn't feel fear)

It would take a long time for him to develop feelings for them. But when he did, he would do everything in his power to keep it a secret. Do you have any idea what Wizeman would do to him if he ever found out he fell in love with a visitor? He would be considered a traitor instantly, and would more than likely be killed. As such, his love for his S/O wouldn't be as obvious if it were with a nightmaren, and they would probably not understand what he wanted from them unless he actually said he loved them considering he wouldn't be trying to scare them or take their ideya.

Although he would definitely want to, he probably wouldn't protect his S/O from other nightmaren. What if any of them reported what he did back to Wizeman despite his class? So, unless they are taking away their ideya, he will force himself to stay back. He will of course, be there to sooth them and do whatever it took to make it up to them. If he did have to step in however, he would do everything in his power to ensure that nightmaren kept his trap shut.

~Nightopian S/O headcannons~

This one would probably be on the same level of difficulty as the visitor S/O scenario is, maybe even more so. He loves antagonizing the nightopians, so maybe he met his S/O while he was looking for some stress relief? Unless they actually fought him. Either way, they must have caught his attention and gave him a reason to spare them.

He would be so SO much more protective of a nightopian S/O. Nightopians in general are small, delicate, and are often targeted by nightmaren for any reason. So, if it weren't for the fact that he served Wizeman, he would probably choose to live with them to ensure nothing happened to his S/O.

His feelings would both confuse and enrage him at first. The way he sees it, the nightopians are responsible for taking his best friend away, so he would at first see his feelings as a betrayal to his belief's, and would take the most time coming to terms about how he felt compared to the other scenarios. But when he does, he'll try to be gentler and show that he wants them as a partner.

And those were my headcannons! Tell me what you think! Questions and constructive criticism are welcome!

#my own headcannons #NiGHTS into Dreams #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams #NiD #JoD #Reala #romance #i dont know about you guys #but we need more NiGHTS characters x Reader stuff #yes i like x Reader stuff #headcannons #Wizeman #nightopians #nightmaren #visitors

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cheseyre · 4 years

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good news, sluts! my brain's no longer being completely stupid (only mostly), i've seen the new asides and...have some thought-y thot thoughts:

*deep inhale*

Okay, first things first: this art style is soooo fucking cUTE and I'm a jealous, squealing bitch. Anyone who knows who the artist is, could you link me to them, stat? I think Thomas mentioned them at the beginning of the ep, but nYeh, brain hurt, doesn't wanna do wooork-

Okay, I'll admit, I was a little...apprehensive when I first saw the thumbnail and title. Part of it's just me being a bitter Remus Stan, but also...okay, deep breaths, controversial opinion time, get ready:

I don't ship Prinxiety.

Like, at all.

I can see the appeal, and these dorks were so very, VERY cute in this particular ep, but I was honestly turned off by the ship long ago due to how overwhelmingly popular it is and how some fans characterize these two and treat this relationship as if it's the only valid one, y'know, the works—slight tangent, but that's also why I don't ship Logicality or Remile. I honestly vibe much better with ships like Roceit or Analogical, y'know?

Cutting in for another brief tangent: I'm surprisingly okay with Demus/Dukeceit/Receit/Trashnoodle/Whatever-Their-Ship-Name-Is-Oh-God-Why-Do-They-Have-So-Many-Fucking-Names; maybe it's cause they haven't actually interacted in canon and the fan content gives me such good Gay Disney Villain content, idk man im weird—).

Still, their interactions were both hilarious and sweet and like I said, I see the appeal, it's just not my cup of tea. y'all Prinxiety fans got fucking FED and I'm happy for you nerds. Enjoy ze happy boys!

I guess another factor in my...low-key hesitance when I first saw what the ep was about is that...okay, get ready, another controversial opinion, le gasp: well, I'm not a big Virgil fan. In fact, at times, he swaps places with Patton as my least favorite sides—especially with some of his recent behavior in eps like DWIT (the "prohibit your breathing comment" really triggered me, for example). Sometimes, his attitude, especially around other sides like Roman or Janus, reminds me a little too much of my sister, who I don't have...a very good relationship with. Add to that how the more...intense side of the fandom has a disturbing tendency to turn him into the 'uwu precious woobie emo baby who can do no wrong' while unnecessarily villainizing other CERTAIN sides in the process, and...I think you all see where I'm going with this little rant 😅

However, upon actually watching the ep, he wasn't...that bad? I don't think? I enjoyed watching him be a flustered, disaster-y mess and genuinely excited at the end, his interactions with Roman were nice enough, and him literally pushing Thomas to make a move with Nico despite his obvious panic attack was a nice moment of genuine character development. I like seeing that, that's the good shit right there. And him being all flustered and shit, and smiling so much at the end of the vid was just...well, adorable. This man has no fucking right to be this cute, my god

alsoooo

pURPLE EYESHADOW

PURPLE EYESHADOW HE LOOKS?? SO GOOD?? WTF?? SLAY EMO, SLAAAAAAAY FUCK, DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO CHANGE MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME NOW?

alsoooo

hAPPY ROMAN

YESSSSS~ MAH BOI MAH SON MAH DUMB BITCH HIMBO PRINCE MAH EXTRA MESSY CINNAMON ROLL

ITS BEEN SO LONG

AND HIS LITTLE HEART EYES THROUGHOUT THE VID, OH MY GOD-

IMMA JUST IGNORE THAT "ADDING [MISTAKE] TO THE LIST" COMMENT I AM LOOKING AWAY I DO NOT SEE IT LALALALALA

THOMATHY, SIR, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT MAKING THESE TWO GAY IDIOTS SO BAEBY

Okay, but Virgil not realizing that "cyberstalking in real life" is literally just stalking is both a big ass mood and further proof that, yes, Logan is indeed the only one holding the braincell out of this disaster of a lot. God help them all if he ducks out in the next ep.

👀

And Thomas x Trash Can is my new OTP. I dub thee ✨ "Trashmas" ✨

we sTAN TRASHMAS

Wait, does that mean Remus actually WAS in the ep? Cause, y'know, trash man?

hmmm

👀 👀

Okay, okay.

With how much Virgil and Roman were going off about Thomas constantly lying, I was (understandably) a tad bit disappointed my snek son didn't even make a fucking cameo, but y'know what? In hindsight, I'm okay with this it's fineee~

He was just off playing with shadow puppets and stealing money from us desperate, content-starved peasants with his sheer extra-ness and, honestly? Gotta respect the hustle.

Get that precious, precious coin, dapper snake! Wring us poor losers dryyyy!

*evil snek laugh*

Also, this is a breather ep and adding Janus in probably would've caused unnecessary drama with the Roceit breakup and the constant antagonism between Virgil and him. It probably would've distracted from the point of the ep (flirting with social anxiety, exactly what it says in the tin)—much like it wasn't really Virgil or Remus's place to show up during POF. Does that make sense? I think it makes sense. Sorry, brain going brr-

Still, I can't believe the "Fuck Janus Sanders" Club is actually canon now 😂

God, first Patton in a skirt and now this.

Thomas Sanders, you delight in fucking feEDING this gremlin nest of a fanbase, don’t you? You RELISH our screams of joy and pain and suffering, dON’T YOU?

What's next, actual canonical Janus and Remus interaction? Patton saying the fuck word? The Dragon Witch comes back? Janus's bowler hat gains sentience and takes over the world, Doris-style? What do you have planned, Thomas? Joan? WHAT ART THOU PLANNING, I MUST KNOW YOU HEATHENS YOU FIENDS-

And Virgil's little "would it be fair to him" comment, tho.

👀

Like, I get in the context of the ep, he was likely talking about Nico and how it wouldn’t be good for a potential relationship with Tomas to be founded on lies, but still...my anxceit heart aches, man.

Gimme that sweet, sweet angst with a side of mutual regret and possible future reconciliation and maybe something more wink wink nudge nudge on top, pls

...and fries.

Honestly, tho, that entire bathroom monologue was fucking beautiful, man. And relatable, too—i can't tell you how many times I've talked to myself in public restrooms because I just didn't know how to get the words I wanted to say out. It's...kind of embarrassing, tbh

Speaking of embarrassing, uh, crying stall guy.

Just...

Crying Stall Guy

Like, I was expecting someone to come out the bathroom stall after Thomas stopped talking, but...I honestly wasn't expecting that. God, that whole scene was so cringe worthy and fucking hilarious

Honestly, Thomas in the ep in general was a huge ass mOOD and we collective gay/bi disasters ALL related with him, and if you say you don't, you're either lying to yourself or a demon.

There is no in between

sorry I don't make the rules

Like, I get this series is literally a gay disaster talking to himself for thirty minutes or longer, but like- EMPHASIS on the 'disaster' part 😂

Like...Thomas, you're lucky you're such a goddamn bean, because GOD, I cringing so hard when he first started talking to Nico

Although, I too have apologized profusely for genuine mistakes and am a flustered bi mess around my crush sooo

😅

And god, Roman's "thirty = old man" jokes made me feel old...and I literally just turned twenty, like, come on, man!

Maybe that's because I was literally watching this ep after finishing my ACT and had been sitting with a bunch of high schoolers, with their tiny fucking desks and tiny fucking water fountains smeh

*clears throat*

Anyways, uh, we STAN Nico Pintrovert Florés in this house

He gives me such big Carlos from WTNV vibes for some reason and this makes me sooo happy

and YESS, he's a WRITER

And he's??? So sweet?? A pure bean?? Just sits on his laptop at the mall food court all day, like a god-fucking iCON?? A Nightmare Before Christmas fan?? weARS GLASSES??

my hEART

*cries*

The fandom seems torn between "Nicomas" and "Karrot Kings" as a ship name atm—personally speaking, I'm casting my vote for the latter

*crosses fingers* please dont be another janus x remus multiple ship name issue guys, please please please I can't keep track of them all-

*clears throat*

On that note, I'm guess I'm gonna go try and whoo over my crush with carrots now. If THIS disaster can do it and make it actually fucking work, god damnit, so cAN I

Meanwhile, in hell, my brain's just screaming "CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST-"

God, I hope Nico isn't just a one-shot character, he's too pure and Thomas and him are adorable gay Disney fans and I stan

Oh, I wonder how the other sides'll react to him.

Wait.

Oh god.

This ep just unleashed a new fresh hell of potential Nico x Sides ships, hasn't it?

Welp, time to prepare for ze incoming flood of fanfics, I guess. I'll get my umbrella and rain boots.

That last shot of Virgil during the endcard was so fucking ominous oh my god mom im scared can you come pick me up-

Goddammit, Thomas and Joan, I'm NOT fucking ready to be traumatized again, fUCK

I wish I wasn't a broke ass university student so I could contribute to Thomas's gloriously extra Patreon—both so I can support my favorite content creators who make this amazing blessed content and also, to join my boi Janus in fucking destroying society by giving money to the people who actually deserve it, fuck YOU GOVERNMENT-

Okay.

New headcanon time as to why Patton, Remus, and Logan weren't in the ep: they were helping Jan film that Patreon promotional video.

Remus directed it, Logan helped with the lighting and script, and Patton was just there as the cheerleader.

The reason Janus made a dog with shadow puppets wasn't just to flaunt his deity status and prove how he is truly above us mere wretched mortals

despite that being the absolute truth and we all know it, don't lie to yourselves

No, it was really him trying to do something cute and silly for Patton, because Moceit rights, daMMIT

*inhales*

noww

guys, gals, and nonbinary pals

it’s time forr

the most wonderful time of the yearrr

WAITING FOR THE NEXT EPISODE

Step right up, folks! Hear ye, hear ye, my prediction for the next episode: Prinxiety v. Moceit! With special guest stars: Karrot Kings vibing in adorable gay and Intrulogical, bitter at being excluded aGAIN

Who will win? Who will lose?

here’s a hint: we all will because in this sick twisted game they are no winners only losers-

Place your bets, folks! ✨

Haha im not readyyy~

tl;dr

this episode has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and ended my suffering—an adorable calm before the... angsty fucking shitstorm that’s coming far too soon. Prinxiety stans, enjoy your food. Place an 'F' in the chat for me and my fellow grieving Remus stans. Trashmas is the true OTP, but Karrot Kings is cute too I guess. I've only had Nico Florés for 24 minutes, but if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself. Purple eyeshadow Virgil makes me question my sexuality aGAIN, and happy gay disney prince rights y'all. Say a big ole 'fuck you' to capitalism by giving your local dapper snake moneys. Concussion makes brain go brr and imma go buy some carrots and be gay now.

psst hey @quarantinevibes2020 you wanna join me in being disaster-y? i’ll bring my best gay stare and you bring the wine

Until next time, my lovelies! ~ Ches 🖤

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thelordstears · 3 years

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Prepare for some dope ass writing guys gals and nonbinary pals!

“ If love is sinful, and who I am is unholy, then I'll be nothing more than myself.” - Camilla Davidson

“ He follows old scriptures and old fashioned standards of human decency, this is a whole new world, and he'll die on the wrong side of history, while I live on the side that's more loving, accepting, and stable.” - Camilla Davidson

"The human race hates, and hates, and got damn hates. But for what, really? Why hate when you could love instead? All hate does is make ya angry. But love? It hurts, it brings ya pain and sorrow. But it also gives ya peace, happiness and pride. And all those emotions mixed inta one make love, beautiful.” - Sofia Johnson

“ He was gettin' beaten up in some alley, a bunch of white folk decided his skin color, was more important than his humanity.” - Sofia Johnson

“ I am trapped by these memories, because they echo in my head, and I remember everything.. by God, I remember it all. The first time blood other than a fishies stained my hands, the way Caityln'd hold my hand, the way bodies splashed in the seas and the whir of cannon and explosion rang in my head.” - Augustus Seaborg

“ I'm scared, because in this new world, it kill or be killed, fight or die. I raise my weary fists, if only just to survive another day. Because this isn't life, it is survival of the most broken.” - Augustus Seaborg

“ He's everything to me, he's so intertwined into my heart and soul, I imagine he's part of who I am. We're beautifully us, in all our imperfection, we found perfection.” - Malachi Razor

“ Strength isn't in how many pounds you can lift, or how big your muscles are, true strength, is in the heart and mind.” - Malachi Razor

“ As they've always said, violence for violence is the rule of beasts, so does that make war a battlefield, or hunting grounds?” - Burke Castles

“ The leaders start war, but never pull a single trigger. They watch their pawns and brooks move across the board, we never had a King or a Queen, just ourselves and our sins.” - Burke Castles

"I'm the damned priest, the forgotten messiah, I'm just another man. How can you fault me for the sins of another? How can you condemn me, for what I did not do?” - Gusto Mellowrich

“ People use God as an excuse to slaughter, they say they shalt die on the cross for their sins, and don't realize driving nails against the condemned only drives nails into their coffins and secures their place in Hell.” - Gusto Mellowrich

“ I find so much damnation on this Earth, because if this is Earth, by God do I fear Hell.” - Gusto Mellowrich

“ People say God is dead, that his grave is up in the Heavens and he's rotting in his golden throne, but if God was dead, I believe it wouldn't rain. Because it is my belief, that it rains because God weeps for us, he weeps for what has happened. And weeps for what is to come." - Gusto Mellowrich

"Life either kicks you down, or you don't allow yourself to fall.” - Icarus Richens

“ My dear brother has fallen far, he believes his wings clipped, his honor stolen, but if he simply climbed, and took my hand, he would find salvation is for the sinners of this world, which in theory means salvation is for everyone.” - Icarus Richens

“ Gregory is a soldier, he stands sturdy, smelling of ash and smoke, because he let the fires of love build him anew. He is a phoenix, not of light nor darkness, but of love in all of it's grace.” - Icarus Richens

"Even God, sins on the occasion.” - Alastair Sambridge

“ People walk this earth and call themselves saints whilst sinning just under the nose of the people, we've allowed the commandments to be re-written, where in the commandments did it say, "Steal from the rich?" where in the commandments did it say, "Let the rich steal?" And where in the commandments did it say, "Be sinful as long as it's for a good cause?" - Alastair Sambridge

“ You believe God loving? If any ruler in history was loving nothing would happen. Imagine what would've happened if George Washington fought violence with peace. We'd still be shackled by Britain, so tell me why it is you wish me to fight your sin, with holiness?" - Alastair Sambridge

"Ain't it the most wonderful thing, bein' able ta break a man and give ta yourself? The Hell's morals doin' in a world that don't give a fuck what happens? It'll tear ya down, push ya down several flights 'a damn stairs, the world is fucking cruel, ya gotta be just as cruel ta survive it.” - Gunther Mirowick

“ I'm only alive because other's aren't.” - Gunther Mirowick

"Isn't it better to sacrifice your life for a good cause rather than die for nothing? I imagine no cause is worth killing for, there's only causes worth dying over, and love, is something to die for.” - Vekel Kidelman

“ Love is what makes us human, the lack of it often creates monsters.” - Vekel Kidelman

"This blackhole in my mind would destroy anyone who dare stepped forth to walk into it's depths, so imagine what's happened to me, wandering inside of it every day.” - Daniel Abacross

“ Knowledge is a weapon, and I've allowed mine to pull triggers and create a cacophony of suffering and the demises of those who didn't deserve death.” - Daniel Abacross

“ I learn this world is a brutal place to live, the killings of innocent men and women is commonplace, but I survive, and when you survive such tormented things you become the very things that tormented you.” - Isiwoah Sakigowami

“ We are not in control of destiny, but at least I'm in control of yours.” - Isiwoah Sakigowami

“ I live by no moral code, because when one is in power, morals only allow the crown to be stolen from atop your head by he who's willing to cut it from your neck.” - Isiwoah Sakigowami

"To live is to die, so might you allow yourself life, so you may experience death?” - Will

“ I have found such a cold heartbeat inside my chest, I believe if one were to perform an autopsy on me, they'd find a hollow ribcage and strings attached to my heart, played like a violin, it may sound beautiful, but the meaning behind the melody is sinful. They'd find the coldest of blood and it'd flow the color of the night sky, except when my soul is involved, the night sky is starless.” - Will

“ My pain shaped me into a beast, and I'll never find the strength to put myself down, because I am no hunter, simply a scared child, trapped inside the mind of a wilder beast he once would've imagined was so fantastical that he could ride it into the sunset. But with the lenses of childhood innocence removed he sees it's bloodstained lip, it's teeth cracked and stuck between each one flesh of a fresh kill, it's eyes crazed with hunger, he'd find nothing but a wild beast, the hint was within the name wilder beast, because it twas simply a beast wilder than any other.” - Will

“ I've learned knowledge is power, but it can be misused dare one use it to harm another. If you use knowledge as a weapon, you've already failed.” - Lola Crabthorn

"If this is what it's like to feel alive, than bury me low. Sink the coffin into the hallowed soil, toss dirt upon my grave and etch my name upon the tombstone, and let this girl finally rest in peace.” - Malarie Cavafich

“ I've grown so cold on this journey to find home, they say home is where the heart is, but perhaps my heart is in so many pieces I can't possibly find home. I've pulled a trigger so many times, I simply believe I can never be whole, because I've stopped the heart beat of so many other's, I ask why mine deserves to beat for another.” - Malarie Cavafich

"Live your life fearin' change, you'll fear yourself in da futcha'. But if ya learn ta embrace change, ya ain't gon' fear da futcha', because da unknown ain't so scary when ya learn if life was predictable, it wouldn't be worf' livin'.” - Daurice Marston

“ I'm nothing to my mind but a meat sack of rotting intention.” - Faymelina Van Patten

“ Though revenge didn't help, I still see him in my nightmares, perhaps he's a haunting now. A poltergeist in my mind who throws my mental state about and crashes around the halls of my mind, creating a ricochet of death and eternal sorrow.” - Faymelina Van Patten

“ Though I wield a spear as a warrior, my heart beats that of a woman who wishes to see only peace, and sadly, peace has to be fought for.” - Nova Toria

“ The meaning of life is different for every soul, for one it might be dancing underneath the stars with the one they love, for another it could be solitude. For some the mind is most keen when surrounded by others, but for others the mind is most keen when surrounded by only their ideas.” - Nova Toria

“ You don't have to fall into the arms of another, you can catch yourself if you wish.” - Nova Toria

“ Just because something can kill, does not mean that is it's only use.” - Morgan Gaskill

"Days come and go, I keep each memory close to my tattered heart, because if I forget the little moments, I forget life.” - Journey Castlehill

“ I don't quite identify with any of the norms people have set in stone, and if people hate me for that, they aren't worth my time. They're stuck in a construct, and refuse to dig themselves out.” - Journey Castlehill

"The rule of predator and prey, the dance of gnashing teeth and ragged fur, a melody of naturality and sinful desire. Thus is the rule of life, a song of gnashing jaw and flowers of misery bloomed from sinfulness so deep not even a God could wipe it from existence.” - Ranbraker

“ She's my hero, really. Even if she's my little sister, she kept me safe from my demons, and I'll always keep her safe from her demons. We've both suffered, both thought who we were is wrong, but you know what? Screw that. If being who I am is a sin, I'll be a sinner. Because I'd rather burn in Hell for being who I am, then enter Heaven being who I'm not.” - Tristy Hem

“ In all my pain, in all my scars, I find hope. Because I still have people I need to find, people I love with all my heart.” - Hailey Fellwitz

“ Be the author of your own story, and remember, not every page is one with pain written upon it. There's peace, too. Fight for your happily ever after." - Hailey Fellwitz

"I've been drowning in the depths of my shattered soul, gulping in false promises and empty threats. And yet here I am, searching for myself when other people is all I've found.” - Tina Diamon

“ People say love is a double edged sword, but that's because you love the wrong people. If you find the right person, love isn't a sword, it's a shield.” - Tina Diamon

“ A love so beautiful can not be destroyed, though the world has tried to tear us apart, it only brought us closer together.” - Tina Diamon

“ They say what's done in the dark shalt be dragged into the light, but I'll only come into the light when I will it so. And when the sun soaks my bones, and light is all you can see, I'll grip my club and let it be the sinking of the sun, cuz when I lower it, you lower a damn coffin.” - Luga the Hidden

“ Us orcs aren't treated so well, so I think it's about time I showed em the monster they damn well created. Because here I am, nothing but claws, teeth and crimson.” - Luga the Hidden

“ I can be vile, I can be a monstrosity, and people'll blame it on my heritage.” - Luga the Hidden

"When you're broken down to nothing, and find yourself mourning all that you've lost, remember what you have. I've been stuck in the past before, but I found there's always a rope, whether it be one of love or hope.” - Thorballa Ulfdottir

“ You have to be careful, when you're in a dark place. Because your decisions could lead you straight to your demise, the path to Hell is paved in bad deeds, don't follow it.” - Thorballa Ulfdottir

"My mind is so filled with ghosts of me you could walk into it and find only a graveyard, every tombstone reading my name, and the name's of those I've slain.” - Sheriff ~~Redacted~~ (Can’t say his name, it’s a twist and my twin sister follows my Tumblr)

“ I hear a blood curdling howl on the wind and I come to the haunting realization that it came from my own throat.” - Sheriff ~~Redacted~~

“ This life, it'll throw you through the ringer and then some, but what matters is that you rise like the champion you are.” - Vasiliki Mathers

“ Family is made up of loyalty, not blood.” - Vasiliki Mathers

“ I've spilt so much damn blood that it's just another habit these days, one trigger pulled, one man dead and one bullet torn through the got damn sky.” - Oswega Creek

“ Ya'll sip on regret as if it were a cure ta your damn sinfulness. But regret can't change the damn past, it only changes the future. But when you decide ya don't wanna live in regret you keep pullin' the damn trigger and watching bullets tear through the sky on burnin' wings and bloodied talons.” - Oswega Creek

“ You better tell the whole world Oswega Creek is coming home, because peace is an option better left in the past and harsh words are best left unsaid lest you wish to end up in a pinewood box with nuthin' but the wrigglers ta give ya company.” - Oswega Creek

"Life ain't all dat bad, ya focus on da shade unda' da tree, ya'll miss da branches dat provide it. Ya can't focus on da bloodshed 'a nature when bird's sing songs just fo' da soddin' world ta 'ear.” - Daisy Gloria

"I know, you'd think a gal like me would have a pitch perfect life like in a shitty comedy movie, but that isn't the case, ya see perfect lives reside in the land of fairy tales and fantasy, while I live in the gritty reality of this bizarre world, life is a bumpy fucking ride, and you better hope you can hold onto those reigns, because sometimes you get bucked off and fall, and sometimes you fucking stay there." - Mary Adler

"Oh if they thought they'd seen the end of days, just wait til they see what happens when they utter the word, "No." - Javier Cross

"The hope of morning can't come if your mind is stuck in the night." - Dale Markus

"I hide in the shade of my deeds, but you, my friend, will lay underneath the shade of a willow." - Edgalzio Halvlies

"I'll sip on this regret as if it were a cure to the disease of my past. But all it'll ever do is poison me." - Chase North

"Jou can regret jour actions, but jou can not change zem." - Marlene Dayvrack

"The echoes of death and tragedy ring in my ears. But it's not my own." - Autumn Wolfmoon

"Sin only intensifies when the whole world is set ablaze and all ya got left is the echoes 'a normality." - Davy Blight

"Reckon we do what it is we always do. Sin as if our lives depended on it, cuz these days, the do." - Davy Blight

“ You’ll see Hell, it ain’t no man with red skin and a pitchfork, it’s me in all my vengeful rage.” - Davy Blight

"You touch 'im I swear ta every God I'll send you their way fuckin' howling!" - Davy Blight

"Life don't get that much betta' these days. It's a symphony of broke bones and spilt blood, only difference 'tween you and me is, you're the one singin' the damn song, I'm the one echoing the harp." - Lind Blight

"Life ain't a constant state of kill or be killed. There's peace, you just have to fight to achieve it." - Cago Envers

"The truth is suffocating. It's why I breathe in a lie." - Sam Dellwotfire

"I could burn alive within the hatred of my family tree and still I wouldn't find peace." - Rover Calico

"You know, I'd be who I am if it ever did me any good." - Drew Dreadful

"All I've ever been is scared, and in this new world, fear only kills everyone but you." - Drew Dreadful

"The sky bleeds golden, yet my scars bleed black, and the color of my skin, is but the troubled sin within." - Sandro Colorfeid

"It ticks the wrong direction, because it is damaging itself in the process of working how it was built to operate." - Gregeno Puley

"Ben you live in a family of heroes. Will you become one by circumstance, or will you become one the hard way?" ~~Redacted~~ (Another case of my twin would see his name)

"No one can become me, Ben. Only I hold such a torment." - ~~Redacted~~

"My curse will only be the death of you." - ~~Redacted~~

"That's where you're wrong, Ben. I am fate, I am the law, I am peace, I am chaos, I am everything, Ben. you're nothing but a speck, whilst I'm the sun." - ~~Redacted~~

"Stars can only be destroyed if they implode upon themselves, and thus I chose to implode so I could destroy the darkness I had found." ~~Redacted~~

"You're so covered in the blood of wolves you think you are one." ~~Redacted~~

"You want to be a leader, step on the podium and speak to your subjects. You want to be a King sit on the throne and wear the crown, you wish to be a subject sit still and listen. But if you want to be a God, show people that resisting your dynasty is a death sentence and all you have to do is snap your fingers to rid yourself of their treacherous ways." ~~Redacted~~

"They say we aren't our sins, but here I am, nothing but death." - Arthur Wellburn

"I looked Hell in the eyes and all I saw was myself." - Betty Shalfien

"You look evil in the eye, you begin to get a taste for it." - Destallo Starend

"Sometimes secrets are best untold, because when something's too awful for this world it is best erased from time entirely rather then brought to the light." - Yuntara

"Don't walk the path you're given, find a different way, cuz often if someone hands ya a path, and tells you ta walk it, they've got tricks up their sleeves. And they ain't card tricks." - Church Godsel

"Mr. Bundy! Killa' of men! You think you got the damn balls ta take on three devil's? Cuz I'm tellin' you now, you can slay men, but you damn well can't slay legends." - Saul Northutt

"You don't know what I've done in the dark, but unfortunately for you, it hails in comparison to what I'll do in the light." - Corvenstain Bonstellos

"I never pulled you down, Idian, your life was Hell before our destinies intertwined. I could see it in your eyes, the mark of a broken soldier, what was your battle Idian?" - Corvenstain Bonstellos

"Get off the tracks, boy. This is a revolution, and you're in our damn way. Do you wish to be a splatter across the tracks or the conductor?" - Corvenstain Bonstellos (Props go to my twin for the beginning of the line, a callback to what her character said)

"Abel! Your ambition is what's going to kill you in the end." - Corvenstain Bonstellos

"To some, I am life, to other's I am death. It is up to you what end of the blade you receive. The hilt, or the sword." - Raimundus Wolfes

"If the holy spirit were to ever meet me, his name would be tarnished." - Caldwell Ramirez

"Hunting is an art and you're a canvas to be splattered red." - Luther Woolhaun

"The hunt is all about what you do with the prey, how you stalk them and how you execute them. The hunt is a sport, an art, a masterpiece that smells of gunpowder and the tangy scent of iron." - Luther Woolhaun

"All I find in myself is the blood of those deemed weaker than me by the rule of sword." - Violincia Bloodwort

“The pits are me only 'ome. Me 'eart 'as resided 'ere fo' da longest time, and now all it beats is a thirst fo' more." - McCannon Bowitsend

"All it takes to ruin a life is one bullet. But all it took to make mine a glory to behold, was one bullet." - Ewan Hanstammer

"I'd say I'm lost in daydreams, but those are just an echo, these days." - Hanzo Sabian

"I slipped from the edge of my own ignorance." - Pedro Bonfire

“A man who spreads violence is remembered, a man who doesn’t, isn’t. It’s the curse of a hero.” - Miella Fang

"Crumble? We all did that fifteen years ago, we're the rubble of judgment day fighting amongst ourselves, difference between me and most people is, I've been fighting for scraps since I was ten. I'm fit for battle. What about you?" - Scow Wiston

#writing #author #characters #characterwriting #Iknowredactedhasalothe'scoollikethat

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hazzasgayvodka · 5 years

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You guys kept requesting so FINALLY I’m here to give the people what they want!

MISTER LONG TERM BOOTY CALL

-the series-

Yeah you read that right IM MAKING IT A FULL LENGTH FIC PEOPLE

Not just a part two, NO! A SERIES

So buckle in and get ready guys, gals, and nonbinary pals because chapter one will be dropping WEDNESDAY

If you haven’t read the original piece you can dive in here

Mark your calendars, tell your friends, reblog the shit out of this, send me predictions or questions or suggestions WHATEVER, do whatever you can to boost this shit and prepare yourselves for more fuckboy stoner Harry than you’ve ever seen before

AND

To hold you over I have of course included A SNEAK PEAK, you’re welcome

“Harry! Oh my god!” You shriek, your back arching to the point that your shoulders are nearly off the couch.

He’s grinning at you from the other end of the couch, his fingers knuckle deep inside you and his lips carefully placing kisses to the inside of your quaking knee. You’re shaking in ecstasy, begging him to go faster, faster, fast-

Your begging is cut short as your front door swings open and your heart stops in your chest as you lean up off the couch cushion behind your head to see your roommate standing in the entry way, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Oh, don’t go stopping on my accord,” He laughs, his calm and collected demeanor quickly vanishing when Harry turns around and he gets a good look at the mystery man on top of you, “Oh fuck, Harry?”

Harry purses his lips together in a tight lipped smile as he gives your roommate a quick salute before climbing off you and grabbing his jeans from the floor.

“I’m gonna head out, yeah?” He chuckles, zipping up his jeans and shoving his feet back in his Vans.

“Probably for the best.” You nod, trying to hide the blush absolutely taking over your face as you pull the blanket off the couch and wrap it around yourself.

“I’ll see you tonight.” Harry says quickly, throwing his inside out tshirt over his shoulder and nearly sprinting for the door without giving your roommate a second look.

As soon as he’s out the door your roommate looks like he wants to absolutely scream. He runs the rest of the way into the house and collapses on the couch next to you, his eyes wide in shock.

“Were you just fucking your best friend Harry?” He gasps, his jaw threatening to hit the ground, “Your best friend Harry who you’ve known since you were twelve years old and who came over last week begging you to cover up his hickeys with concealer?”

“Well, technically,” You sigh, tucking the blanket tighter around yourself, “We weren’t fucking-“

“Y/N!” He shouts, smacking you in the arm, “You’re sleeping with him!”

“Sort of? It’s only been like a week-“

“A week?” He gasps, “You’ve been fucking that hot piece of ass for a week and I’m just hearing about it?”

“You were on vacation!” You defend, shoving him.

“Which was apparently for the best considering you two can’t keep it in your room for some reason.” He scolds, rolling his eyes and gesturing to the couch you’re both sat on.

“That reminds me, let me clean the stove before you cook anything-“

“Jesus, Y/N! You’ve got to be kidding me!”

THERE IT IS FOLKS

Hope you’re all ready for the grand debut haha

See you Wednesday my dudes :)

#harry styles #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles au #harry styles writing #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry #mltbc

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im-basically-logan · 5 years

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yelling about “Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts”

under the cut as always, folks.

deadass thought he was virgil for a hot second

oof

this is just a big oof lmao

“the human connection will make me feel like a person again” mood

“that one was supposed to stay up here” ah, Remus is doing his job

oh no

I’m Patton for a hot second

Patton, honey, please. you’re so bad at lying which I guess is fitting but--

why didnt Roman know about Remus fucking w Thomas?? until he got whapped with a mace

“You can’t have a ball without a prince” BRUH hkfvchgkj

he summoned Logan hghfjkh

“FALSEHOOD” yeah virge you were the first to encounter the falsehood how do you forget that....

blinders.....? why.... thats what im wondering

“So sushi” hdfhjghkjh

“I’m going to prohibit your breathing” fgdhkjkj

aaaa talking about something else... repression.... fun.... they’re all good at that huh

tbh the first time watching i thought Roman said “Of course I’m not a dick”

OOOFFFFF first time watching tHAT WAS SHAKING

AND REMUS’ HANDS

IDHDFJCHFJK

TEMPEST TONGUE JGFHFKJDF

REMUS WHY

son of a bitch

it’s the Duke, fun

THE MUSIC BABEYYYYYYYYY

music number babey

ok the opening of the musical bit is weird as fuck

i’m logan to be completely honest

hey, yall can see his pants

oooooof Deceit

so Deceit unlocked Remus kind of. and probably the rest of the Other sides

“Look Mister Duke I’m really stupid right now” MOOD

his voice is fucking funny tbh lmaoo

hey.... Remus’ neck cracked reaaal creepily lmao

here we go guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. Logan giving us the facts!!!

why didn’t they just use a white bear

oh right the ears. thats fun :)

they should’ve just used a white bear instead of a goldfish in a condom

patton bby. trying his best

roman on the floor is such a fuckin mood

“stinky?” kjfhjk

“or a him problem” virgil angst virgil angst virgil angst

ok why did they believe Remus when he said Logan was deceit....?

also i love how Virgil is offended for Roman

“i called logan a whale penis” remus shut the fuck up fghjgkfdhkjd

hfkhgkjf joan would do that. (they flipped off the others w an arm)

remus why are you like this.

“Uh, bitch, what is your deal?”

“If I have a deal then Thomas has a deal”

“Not all thoughts have profound meaning behind them” logan is so proud of virgil for saying that

and honestly thats true. intrusive thoughts are a bitch that you make but they dont mean a thing if you dont go into action about it

“Why do you keep asking that?” god he sounds so distraught

to be entirely honest but I’m logan in this situation

Logan standing up to Remus is so good. (during the little split screen shot. didnt blink an eye)

also there was a subtle nod to how trigger work. good job team

remus what the fuck

he just summoned..... those two actors??

“That’s what repression is?!” oof

“This is not about me wanting to be listened to. You all need to listen to Thomas” yES LOGAN TELL THEM

seeing Remus in semi-regular clothes looked weird as hell

OOFFFFFH when Virgil and Remus said “but what about Jeffery Dommer” (idk how to spell his name)

wouldnt.... wouldnt logan know that thomas is religious?

whatever i guess

hey why does remus blink like that hfgdkjhgfjgfhjk

so glad they’re listening to logan yesss

“I said figuratively. And that is why I say it” YESSS MY BOI!!!!!!

“I love being given two D’s at once” FHDJKFHDSSJK

“ReCoRd ScRAtcH??”

HKJGHJFKDHDJK

patton is being too strict whack

“Am I being cool?”

i love how Logan is just inconvenienced by his teeth being taken out

remus really just ate deodorant

LOGAN JUS TAKES A HOT SEC TO PUT IN HIS TEETH AGaIN LMAO

logan bares his teeth lmao

“how bout you shut up” roman!!!!

logan comes back from being hit in the head what a badass cool dude

Remus looked at Virgil when he said “I dont hide anything from you”

Remus getting... kind of hit by logans logic is great

“Please pay attention”

love how Logan is not fazed by Remus’ scream at all lmao

intrusive thoughts dont mean shit, patton. its okay.

“No don-” yeah I saw that comin

the jumping out of a moving car thing is a mood

i love how Remus’ disturbing bullshit just gets more and more superficial

“Everything is okay.”

“That was amazing, Logan”

my boys....

talk abt gross feelings, babes!

oh fuck a therapist!! i also cross the line there--

Logan is great i love him

Patton self reflecting is so good hghghghgh

Remus being like “What...?” when thomas goes “and as fOR YOU” is a mood

Virgil telling Remus off is so good. “A mild inconvenience...”

“It was just like old times” it seems like Logan and Patton were even annoyed at that

Roman is back babey. poor lad

aww he felt bad for insulting Logan

Logan smiling is so fucking good

“You’re really cool”

LOGAN BEING SHOOK AT BEING COMPLIMENTED HDHHGHGFHKJH

patton i luv u ur doing ur best hghghgh

i love Remus’ theme so much.

roman poor lad uhghgh

Roman dont repress!!!! bitch!!!!!!!

oh the Virgil angst

we all kinda knew it was coming

but the delivery and timing and the music buildup is so good

he pointedly says “the Others” instead of the “Dark Sides” and I like that a lot better than saying the dark sides

virgil really truly looks like he was about to cry. honestly. oof

i’ve dealt w intrusive thoughts and honestly? they will never be You. after a while it’s like the end card. you’re just kinda like “yeah okay, im brushin’ my teeth dude, shush”

remus as a villain is amazing. he’s great lmao. he’s a terrible person but man i love to hate his stupid existence

oh hey gavin

remus just eating some fucking deodorant i cant

if you made it to the bottom, hello!

#ts spoilers #sander sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #lo rambles

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imthecaretaker · 5 years

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Part 2 of a fanfic for @ask-theprinceandhisgiant !

Well guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, here is part two of the circus fanfic that I’m working on after getting permission from @gullivertravelstowonderland! I’m having fun working on this, and I hope you’re having as much fun reading it! Lewis mentions rats at one point, that just means his shipmates that attacked. And I wasn’t sure about Lewis’ eye color, so I just took a guess. If I guessed wrong, I’ll jump in here and correct it. But, I don’t want to hold you up, dear readers! Onward!

"So when are you going to tell me what the surprise is?" Gautier asked from Lewis' palm, a blindfold covering his eyes. Lewis playfully rolled his eyes. "That's not how surprises work, hun. Gotta be patient," he gently said as he carefully manuevered around the small houses at his feet, making his way toward the center of the miniature town. Gautier muttered something under his breath, which Lewis ignored, instead checking to make sure the blindfold hadn't moved. Satisfied, he turned toward someone standing at his destination and nodded with a smile. The person, a dark-haired Lilliputian woman dressed in a bright red coat, white pants, and tall black boots, returned the gesture and pointed to another person near her, giving them a silent cue to begin. The calliope merrily whistled to life, and Gautier jumped a bit, before tilting his head, confused. There was never a calliope here before, he thought. "Okay, take off the blindfold hun," Lewis quietly said, the smile in his voice evident. It grew as Gautier did as instructed and then stared. Laid out before them was one of the grandest traveling circuses that the Prince had ever seen. There were beautifully-painted wagons, all colors of the rainbow, from brilliant red to sunny yellow, dazzling blue to mesmerizing purple. Each wagon had spotless white spoked wheels, and was decked out with white, or silver, or even gold trim. Some even had animals of all kinds inside. Gautier's sight went from one to the next. From his vantage point in Lewis' hand, he saw tigers lazing in their wagon, a lion sitting proudly and staring at the passersby, and even a quartet of monkeys, chittering happily. "Wow," Gautier whispered as he drank in the sight, everything getting closer as Lewis carefully knelt down. "It's amazing." He turned to look up at his grinning boyfriend. "Where did you find them?" "They were away from Lilliput when I came and those rats attacked," Lewis explained. "I went back a few days ago, and came across them. They were just returning from their travels, and I told them about this relocation. I asked if they wished to come visit, and the Ringmaster happily took me up on the offer. Oh, there she is now," he saw her heading their way, and lowered his hand for Gautier to step on to the ground. As Gautier stepped down, the Ringmaster stopped and politely bowed, still smiling. "It's an honor to have you here, Your Highness! Welcome to Silreon Lant's Traveling Menagerie!" She straightened and threw her arms out in a grand gesture, and showers of golden sparks shot out of her sleeves. Her expression changed to slight embarrassment when Gautier flinched just a bit. "So sorry, Your Highness. I get a bit carried away with showing off sometimes, for the crowds and all." She lowered her arms, bringing her left hand to her mouth and licking two fingers, before casually snuffing a tiny flame on her jacket cuff, still smiling pleasantly. Gautier collected his composure again. "Uh, no it's alright Miss..." he trailed off. Realization crossed the Ringmaster's face. "Oh! How rude of me! I'm Lestia Lant, Your Highness. Silreon was my grandfather, he's the one who started this show." Lestia's expression dropped a bit. "Sadly, he passed on several years ago. I wished to keep his name on this show, to preserve his memory." Her smile, twinged with a bit of sadness, began to return. "He always wanted to make folks happy, and I endeavor to carry on his legacy as best as I can." Lewis and Gautier nodded understandingly. "That's quite a noble goal, bringing joy on this kind of scale. Silreon would no doubt be proud of you," Lewis said kindly, as Gautier nodded in agreement. "I like to think so," Lestia said quietly, before perking up again. "But! A big birdy told me that you didn't come to the circus to be bummed out, you came to be entertained! Dazzled! Amazed!" Gautier quirked one eyebrow and half-turned his head toward his boyfriend, whose expression turned appropriately sheepish. The Prince turned back to Lestia. "Tell me, what did this 'birdy' look like by chance?" Lestia's eyes turned skyward, seemingly in thought. "Oh, I don't quite remember specifics. But it was big, bigger than any I've ever seen. The top of its head was light-colored. Blond, I suppose. And the eyes were..." She squinted slightly. "Blue." She turned back to Gautier. "They were a cute blue," she nodded affirmatively. The Prince slowly nodded. "You know, I think I've seen this birdy before. What about you, Lewis?" He turned to look up at his boyfriend towering behind him. "Do you know what huge, blond, blue-eyed birdy I'm thinking of?" Lewis scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I... might've seen him- it- at some point or another," he muttered as his face turned pinkish under his Prince Charming's gaze. "Well, we could talk about birdies all day, but the circus is waiting!" Lestia interrupted cheerily, drawing Gautier's attention and saving Lewis. She turned toward the collection of wagons and gestured the couple forward. "Good times abound at the Traveling Menagerie! Onward!" Lestia jauntily marched forward with Gautier close behind, and Lewis inching forward on his knees, as the calliope continued to whistle merrily, calling to all who heard its peculiar siren song.

#ask-theprinceandhisgiant #lewis gulliver #prince gautier #circus #writing #g/t #fluff

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insomnolence-nonsense · 3 years

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19 Apr, 2021 - entry six:

right now a walk-out is happening at my high school to protest against racial injustice and almost all of my friends are participating in it.

i’m sitting in my Advisory classroom writing this instead of backing up my friends because i’m scared of getting in trouble.

perfect time for a moral dilemma, am i right? buckle in folks, this is about to turn into a transcript of a Sander’s Sides episode.

i avoid conflict at all costs. if you’ve read my past entries, this should be fairly obvious. if not… well. i guess now you know. i don’t know what else to say there lmao. go catch up ig?

so when i was told about how i’d have to skip a class for this i immediately declined. the thing is, it’s my free period. i have to show up to get my attendance marks but other than that i’m free to do whatever i want as long as it doesn’t disrupt other people in the room. so why did i turn it down so quickly? i knew what period i would be missing yet i still used the excuse of class to get out of it.

i think i know why, i just don’t want to admit it to myself.

i don’t want to protest against racial injustice. now, i don’t mean that in a “i hate poc, why would i protest for their rights” type of way. i make donations to petitions and help my friends set up events like this all the time, i just don’t participate in the actual outward movements, such as protesting. i mean it in a “my anxiety literally took control of my mouth and declined the second i heard the offer in fear of getting in trouble” type of way.

and yeah, if enough people joined in there’s no way the school would get mad or punish a lot of students, and that won’t be able to happen if i’m sitting in a classroom instead of helping my friends and peers make a statement, but that doesn’t mean my anxiety’s gonna sit back like “oh carry on” after the whole taking-over-my-bodily-functions-stunt the little shit pulled. i know that, and so do my friends. so they say they understand and proceed to plan the walk-out because really, it’s not a big deal, they know i feel bad. problem solved.

but then guilt busts down the door and beats the shit out of my anxiety. and while yes, i’m pretty sure my anxiety deserves to get socked in the face every so often, i know the guilt i feel isn’t going to change my answer. my anxiety and worry made sure of that. so i’m sitting in class trying to not feel like the awful human being i am as my friends protest outside the school.

i’ve left out one detail that changes everything about my choice to not be involved. before the class period my friends would be skipping, they all went to the office and asked for the secretary to let them in when the time was up.

and. she. agreed.

they literally had the office ladies on their side the whole time and i still said no even after knowing this. yes, that’s not a huge difference because they’re still skipping a class and might get detention but at least they had grown adults on their side who wouldn’t keep them locked out for the rest of the day, which was one of my many fears.

i’d rather do things in the background, like donate to certain organizations and charities that will help the cause or do something behind the scenes that will make a difference but won’t require me being so vocal and outright about it. and i know that makes me seem like a horrible person because i don’t seem to want people to know i’m helping, but i do! i just have a lot of anxiety and fears and i can’t handle that extra stress of being out in the spotlight like that. so i stick to things that make me comfortable. it’s always worked for me in the past and i’ve never had a problem with it, but this time something about it made me pause and reevaluate my entire being and morality which is always fun.

i’m not saying i wanted to go protest but was stopped by my fears because that’s not necessarily true. i would have spent the whole time panicking about everything that could go wrong and it wouldn’t have been fulfilling or empowering at all. i wanted to want to protest, but i just couldn’t do it. i couldn’t force myself to feel the need to go out there and stand out alongside my friends. i just did what my mind deemed normal and that was that.

so. yeah. that’s the moral dilemma for today i guess.

until next time, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. (i couldn’t help myself. i’m not sorry.)

in conclusion, i don’t care.

#icidk

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youtuberswithalex · 6 years

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PRVL, V1C10: Take Off The Muzzle (Behind The Scenes)

Be sure to read Chapter Ten before you read this- spoilers are ahead!

Hoo boy, folks, we’ve officially begun the final arc of Volume One! Thank you all so much for sticking around this long. I hope these last three chapters can keep you as hooked as the last nine have!

Remnant Things relevant in this chapter:

-The White Fang

Onto the notes! (Not a whole lot for this chapter)

How much time has passed between the last chapter and this one?

About five or six weeks. The semester is almost over, and finals are coming up soon.

Fight scene!

Yes! This is honestly probably the fight scene that I’m the most proud of for this whole volume, so I hope you all like it as much as I do!

Does this mean Patton hasn’t really made any progress this semester?

Not necessarily! Just because he lost control once mid-punch doesn’t mean he hasn’t learned anything.

So… Virgil is blaming all of the faunus for what happened to Crina?

That about sums it up, yeah.

Who was Thamir talking to?

Probably just Calanthe or someone. It’s not really relevant, honestly.

Wait, if Logan didn’t know about Crina, why did Patton?

Virgil trusts Patton way more than he does the either two. It’s possible he let it slip at one point or another. -and that’s totally not an excuse for forgetting to write a scene like that in aha-

WHOA WHAT

Yup.

PATTON?!

Yup. I have been waiting all Volume to reveal that.

How?

Science time!!

Okay so. Gene squares. Any of you folks remember those from high school biology (if you took it)? I did a lot of research and work when I decided this was going to be Patton’s plotline, and this is probably the furthest from RWBY canon I’m going to ever be in this fic because I doubt this is how the traits work. But this thing:

(Image from Here)

Imagine the Big G is an H for human, and the little g is an f for faunus. HH determines that the child is going to be fully human, and ff determines that the child is going to be fully faunus. Now, Hf determines that the child is going to present as human but still have the ability to have a faunus child, should they have a kid with a faunus or another person who is Hf.

Canonically, according to the writers of RWBY, two humans will have a human kid, two faunus will have a faunus kid, and a human and a faunus will have a 50/50 chance of being one or the other. With the Punnent squares like how I have it, that’s still true, but once a human and a faunus have a human kid, that kid will pass down the gene and can still have a faunus kid, if they have a kid with another Hf person and the genetics line up in just the right way. If they have a kid with and HH person, that gene can still pass on for generations.

In this canon, the Passio Family has been carrying that gene for years without knowing it and, by chance, never had a faunus kid until Patton. On his dad’s side, one of his great-great-grandparents cheated on her husband with a faunus and was lucky enough to have a human kid and never be caught. On his mother’s side, the person who should have been one of his great-great-great-grandparents was switched at birth with a human kid who was born to a human and a faunus. Because no one ever realized either of those two things, they never thought they had to worry about having a faunus kid. And then Patton was born into the faunus-despising family.

WHOOPS Didn’t mean to write an essay there, lmao

You tease…

What’s happening to Roman?!

You’ll see…

That’s it for this week! If there’s anything else you need me to clarify or anything you want me to explain, my ask is always open! The next update will be on Sunday, April 8.

Until next time, take it easy, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. I hope you all have a wonderful week!

#prvl #behind the scenes #RWBY au

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dumbass-bisexual · 7 years

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Belgian Waffles, Hot: A Gravity Falls One-Shot

hey all you guys gals and nonbinary pals im back at it again with the stangst fics i hope you enjoy this along with all of my other works will be posted on my AO3. please feel free to let me know what you guys think!!!

Summary: Stan, in the midst of his grifter days, runs into some old friends.

“And that’s how you mop the floor. Oh, and, Sal? Make sure you wring the mop out before you put it away.”

I already know how to do this, Stan thought sullenly, remembering the days he and Ford had spent working in their father’s pawn shop as kids. He was somewhere in Kansas, currently living as Salvatore “Sal” Elmwood, an honest man making an honest living. Here at Crazy Bill’s Pancake House somewhere in the middle of Kansas. Where his manager was a gross 17 year old kid named Marty. Who had a face filled with acne and braces.

It had been almost five years since Stan had been kicked out of the house, and he was currently taking a break from the con man lifestyle. At least until the cops were off his tail, or he was struck with some new product inspiration. (The two always seemed to be connected for some reason.)

Wringing out the mop, Stan sighed heavily. It’d been a hard few years; he was discouraged in every possible way. He wasn’t really even sure why he’d gone to Kansas-- maybe because it was in the middle of nowhere. A fly-over state, always overlooked. Kind of like Stan.

And he was right: the cops hadn’t even bothered to come after him here. (Of course, he hadn’t made any new products in a while, but that was besides the point.) When his money started to run out, he’d picked up an application at the pancake house he frequented. The owner had taken a liking to “Sal”, who was a quiet guy from out of town who ordered Belgian waffles, hot, every other morning, and hired him on the spot.

If only Ma and Pa could see me now, Stan thought to himself as he dragged the mop across the floor, which, no matter how many times he mopped, was always sticky. Finally got a real job. Truth be told, Stan could be doing worse. Three seventy-five an hour to clean up after the locals and occasional tourist wasn’t too bad. At least he’d have some funds to his name until he came up with another sales pitch and was run out of the state.

Stan didn’t even bother looking up as the bell above the front door rang. It was three pm on a Wednesday in March. Probably Jimbob coming in for his afternoon coffee, Stan thought idly.

That is, until an eerily familiar voice made him freeze mid-mop.

“Well, I’m not impressed with this service.”

Stan’s heart suddenly threatened to beat its way out of his chest as he slowly turned to look over his shoulder.

Standing there at the seating podium was none other than Filbrick Pines. His father.

Along with his father was his mother, and another person with his back turned, reading the menu on the wall. Stan’s heart stopped altogether as the stranger turned around: he was once again face to face with his twin after almost five years.

Realizing he was staring, Stan quickly returned to mopping, doing a haphazard job so that he could retreat to the back.

“Really, Filbrick,” Ma Pines chided as Stan collected his mop. “They’re obviously understaffed. Have a little patience.”

Ducking his head down low as he rushed past, Stan could feel the judgement radiating from his father.

“Hey, you there!” Filbrick called, impeding Stan’s flight to the kitchen.

Heart racing, Stan stopped and slowly turned around.

“Uh…” he began, keeping his voice low, “you can sit wherever. We’ll be right with you.” Then he hurried to the kitchen, where Stu, the greasy cook, sat reading a newspaper.

Trying, and failing, to calm his nerves, he set the mop aside and wiped his forehead. He didn’t think his parents had recognized him, but there was no denying the way Ford’s eyes had followed Stan into the kitchen.

Stan, to the untrained eye, would be almost unrecognizable now. He had grown a full beard and shaved his head, and had invested in a pair of thick horn-rimmed glasses to hide his face. That, paired with an old baseball cap worn backwards on his head, Stan could easily pass for a different person.

But when you spend 17 years side by side with someone, you’d know them anywhere.

Stan was about to sit down when Marty came in from the office.

“Why aren’t you out there, Sal?” he asked, voice dripping with teen angst and the illusion of authority.

“I finished mopping the floor,” Stan replied gruffly. I could knock this kid to the ground if I wanted, he thought, which was followed immediately by, You need this job, knucklehead.

“Well,” Marty began, in his annoying nasal tone, “Brenda’s kid is sick, and Marcia isn’t in until 4:30, so it looks like you’re gonna have to take this table.”

Stan’s heart stopped as he felt his blood freeze in his veins. Shit.

“Uh… a-are you sure about this, Marty?” Stan stammered. His heart was going to explode out of his chest if he wasn’t careful.

But Marty was already invested in untangling the headphones to his fancy new Walkman and going to sit in the office doing nothing, and get paid more than Stan doing so.

“Just do it, Sal,” Marty replied noncommittally. “I’m sure you know the menu well enough at this point.” And with that, Marty rounded the corner and slammed the office door.

Hands shaking, Stan donned an apron and grabbed a notepad from the counter.

“You got a pen?” he asked Stu, who hadn’t so much as moved during Stan and Marty’s entire exchange.

Stu sighed and handed Stan the pen he kept behind his ear.

“Make sure you write neat,” he grumbled without looking up from his newspaper.

Stan nodded and, steeling his resolve, shuffled out to greet his family.

“Uh… hello,” Stan began, making his voice low and gravely. “My name is Sal, and I’ll be your waiter today.” So far, so good. “Can I, um, get you started with anything to drink?”

Filbrick was the first to answer.

“How’s the coffee here?” he barked, not looking up from his menu.

“Best coffee in the state of Kansas, sir,” Stan replied quickly. He knew the line by heart now, which was good, considering that his heart was currently ricocheting around his ribcage.

Filbrick considered Stan’s response before saying, “I’ll be the judge of that.” And with that, he went back to studying his menu.

“And for you, m’am?” Stan asked, making eye contact with his mother for the first time in almost five years.

Stan had to fight to keep his features neutral as he watched the storm of emotions that passed over his mother’s face.

Stan watched as she looked at Ford, and then back at Stan, mentally comparing the two. She finally shook her head before looking back down at the menu.

“Sorry,” she said slowly. “You… remind me of someone. I’ll have a coffee as well.”

“For-- for you?” Stan asked, turning to face his brother, catching himself last minute from saying his brother’s name, which had almost rolled off of his tongue so readily. Stupid. You don’t know them, remember?

“Coffee. Black.” came Ford’s quick reply. He held Stan’s gaze for a moment before averting his eyes back down at his menu.

“Well, what are you waiting for, a kiss on the cheek?” Filbrick asked, agitated. “Get us our coffee, boy!”

Stan jumped, his gaze with his brother broken. He’d forgotten how… demanding his father was.

“Uh, yes.” Stan shoved his notepad in his apron. “I’ll be right back to take your orders.”

Stan all but ran back to the kitchen, where he grabbed three coffee cups and saucers. Hands shaking, he poured three cups, and grabbed a dish for the creamer.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the way Ma had looked at him. His heart ached at the way she convinced herself that this man in front of her couldn’t be her Stanley-- she’d lost him a long time ago.

And Ford. There wasn’t a doubt in Stan’s mind that Ford knew. How could he not? Stan had shared everything with his brother for 17 years. A beard and some glasses wasn’t going to change that. The way Ford had answered him was like a knife twisted in Stan’s gut. Ford was no doubt angry about the way he and Stan had… left things. Stan could only hope that Ford wouldn’t say anything, especially in front of Filbrick. Suddenly, Stan wasn’t so keen on his parents seeing him now.

“Alright, three coffees,” Stan said, keeping his voice low and gravelly. “What can I get you folks to eat?”

Filbrick almost cut Stan off with his curt reply. “Eggs benedict. Home fries on the side, and white toast.”

Stan’s heart sped up again as he took the time to neatly write out his order. He didn’t need Stu on his bad side too.

“For you, m’am?” Stan asked, ignoring the pang of longing as he turned to his mom.

“I’ll just have scrambled eggs and some wheat toast, hun.”

Stan’s heart shifted into overdrive as he turned to Ford, whose eyes were still focussed on the menu.

“I’ll have the…” Ford looked up and locked eyes with Stan. “Hot Belgian waffles.”

Stan felt the blood drain from his face as Ford called him out. Ford couldn’t have made it any clearer that he knew who Stan was if he pulled out a bullhorn. And all directly under the noses of their parents.

Guess you really get to know someone in 17 years.

Sensing his father’s rising anger level, Stan tried to shake off his brother’s gaze and regain his composure.

“I’ll put those in and have them out in a few minutes,” Stan said, struggling to keep the tremor from his voice. Then, he gathered up everyone’s menus and retreated to the kitchen.

Stu had already fired up the grill when Stan rushed back into the kitchen, ready to begin cooking. Stu wordlessly took the paper Stan ripped off of his notepad and began making the food for Stan’s family.

Stan sat down heavily in the chair in the corner and wiped his forehead, mentally psyching himself up for his next encounter with his family. He couldn’t believe how brazen Ford was being. His brother was obviously still furious with him, even after all this time and separation.

I wonder how they see me, Stan thought, adjusting his baseball cap. Just another loser living in the middle of nowhere. Especially compared to my genius brother.

“Hey Sleeping Beauty,” Stu called, snapping Stan back to reality. “Your food’s up. Get it while it’s hot.”

Stan steeled his resolve as he moved to balance everyone’s plates, a trick he had picked up from a carnie back in Illinois. Back then, he was carrying boxes of contraband Smile Dip, but the premise was still the same.

“Alright folks,” Stan said brightly, passing out plates. “Eggs benedict, scrambled eggs, and,” he met and held Ford’s gaze, “Belgian waffles. Nice and hot.”

Stan broke his stare with Ford, unsettled. Was that pity he saw in his brother’s eyes?

“I need more coffee,” came Filbrick’s voice, making Stan jump. He had to suppress his instinct to cower, even though he knew Filbrick couldn’t hurt him here.

Clearing his throat, Stan replied, “Sure, sir. Can I get anyone else anything?”

“I’ll take a refill as well,” Ma added, giving Stan a reassuring smile.

“I’ll be right back with that,” Stan chirped, hating the sound of his customer service voice.

Stan quickly punched in the prices for their meal, and grabbed the bill as he took the coffee pot over to their table.

“I can take that whenever you folks are ready,” he said before making his way back into the kitchen.

Stan sighed, wiping his dirty glasses on the t-shirt under his apron. I need a drink, he thought idly, knowing his shift wasn’t over for another four hours.

Marty picked this time to make another appearance.

“Sal, once you bus that table, the bathrooms need cleaning. I don’t want any complaints during the dinner rush.” And with that, he retreated to the office, where Stan could hear the Walkman blaring some stupid new-fangled music before being muffled by the office door.

“What dinner rush?” Stan muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before putting back on his glasses. “It’s Wednesday.”

Stu snickered from behind his newspaper, but didn’t move from his chair.

Stan was a little off put by Stu showing any emotion other than a vague sense of contempt for, well, everything, but he didn’t question it. He figured a guy like Stu would be good to have on your side, especially when the cops came calling.

Stan waited a few more minutes before going to check on his family. Your table. You don’t know them, remember?

“It’s not really a big deal,” Ford was saying as Stan approached the table. “They’re just announcing the fact that I got my doctorate. It’s a small ceremony, really. I’ve already completed all the hard work.”

“Well,” Ma replied, wiping some jam off of her mouth, “I think it’s wonderful. We’re proud of you, aren’t we, Filbrick?”

Stan watched as his father finished his mug of coffee before giving a noncommittal shrug. “I’ll be impressed when he starts bringing home some money.”

Stan could feel his brother’s pain as a sharp pang in his chest as Ford lowered his eyes to the table. Heh, he thought, guess neither of us are worthy of praise in the eyes of Filbrick Pines.

Taking the silence as a moment to intervene, Stan stepped up to the table. “Did everything turn out okay, folks?”

“Fine,” came Filbrick’s short response. Then, he handed Stan the book with their payment and stood up to leave.

Stan stepped back and opened the book to find exactly $10.43, the cost of their meal. Stan’s heart sank as he realized that Filbrick had not tipped him.

Stan, crestfallen, made his way to the cash register when he noticed Ford making his way to the restroom.

“I’ll be right there,” he said to Ma, who had paused at the door before following Filbrick out to the car.

Stan busied himself with putting away the money, and taking a bus pan to the table as Ford left the restaurant. But he stopped short, shocked by what he saw at table 23.

Sitting there, on the table, was a crisp $20 bill that had most definitely not been left there by Filbrick Pines. Stan looked up sharply out the window, and made eye contact with his brother one last time before his family drove away.

Stan quickly shoved the $20 in his pocket before making his way back to the kitchen, where Stu was still reading his newspaper.

“Do you know them?” Stu asked, startling Stan, who was still focussing on slowing his heart rate back to normal.

Stan glanced up out the window, where he could still see the sun glinting off of the windows in his father’s car retreating off into the horizon. He could still see his twin’s knowing gaze as the car drove away.

“Yeah…” Stan said softly. “They’re… old friends.”

And with the weight of a crisp $20 bill on his mind and in his pocket, Sal Elmwood picked up his mop and went back to work.

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