i look at this sprite and this is literally all i see

100 reasons to love Haechan
  1. his voice is so sweet oh my god
  2. how he has two sides to him and they’re both so Good (joking prankster vs super caring member)
  3. he’s so witty?? my quick boy
  4. king of concepts like he can pull off literally everything
  5. how proud he is of his skin like!!!! he’s glowing and he k n o w s
  6. idk if it’s talked about often but you can tell how much he loves dancing honestly and i love it a lot
  7. his english when he sings or speaks in english
  8. yaja time!haechan
  9. his performance face vs his general resting face/demeanor are worlds apart and i love it so much
  11. his neck mole is so cute… 
  12. …and the scar above his right eye, too
  13. all of his moles actually they’re beautiful
  14. he’s proud of his legs and i’m glad like!! he’s so body positive about himself it makes my heart happy
  15. nct’s main visual
  16. sherlock!haechan was legendary 
  17. when they surprised jisung for his birthday and he started crying and haechan and mark immediately went to him to cheer him up..i think about that everyday
  18. the time on mySMT when they all had to smile and he looked at the camera and smiled SO WIDELY my heart was so full when i watched it
  19. pianist!haechan he loves the instrument you can tell
  20. the 19 second recording of baby don’t like it that he sang on NNN
  21. his affinity for bucket hats. can he see with that over his eyes? probably not but it’s okay because we can see how good he looks
  22. his freestyle in his boy video! look at my talented ult
  23. that time on NCT life where he put salt into everyone’s sprite and i think soy sauce into everyone’s coke #prankd
  24. when 127 was on nimdle and answering questions about each other and he asked the members if they knew what body part he’s proudest of and mark went “birdlike chest” or something along those lines and haechan made as if to punch him
  25. he just really loves monster by exo
  26. the almost tangible difference between nct dream haechan and nct 127 haechan
  27. i love his given name btw, lee donghyuck is such a nice name too??
  28. he’s so good at cooking 
  29. mark changed his laugh after being around haechan so much that’s #bffgoals
  30. that time he dressed up as a girl and ended up falling for yuta because..i
  31. his general love for taeyong’s face. like taeyong’s his aesthetic
  33. pink hair pink hair pink hair pink hair (we young) (it looks s o g o o d)
  34. his role is moodmaker in dream and like!! he’s so proud of it i’m so glad
  35. when they had that “All about Dream” special or whatever and he was sucking up to the teacher lol
  36. he and jeno #prankd jisung by changing his ipad wallpaper to a cockroach #ripjisung2k17
  37. his michael jackson impressions are actually LEGENDARY
  38. his opening line in “heartbreaker” 
  39. that one line in Back 2 U that saved literally everyone’s lives (the one after doyoung’s towards the end of the song)
  40. king of 127′s backing vocals. listen to baby don’t like it stripped down. you will cry
  41. his solo dance in cherry bomb
  42. that one time he #prankd mark by acting like seulgi during the smrookies period
  43. i really like listening to him just speak btw like his voice in general is kind of teasing and just nice i really love it a lot
  44. idk if ive mentioned it but his laugh also just!!! pure!!!
  45. king of girl group choreo…king of boy group choreo…king of choreo
  46. “gimme that gimme that ice cream” 
  47. used to mess with his grandma’s makeup when he was younger 
  48. honestly just all of nct life in paju because haechan was so iconic in it like that soccer game oh my god and not to mention snack time and his failed karaoke that was so bad they never showed it and his god tier breakfast the last morning like wow
  49. when he and mark missed that nct life entertainment retreat because of schedules and chenle and jisung roasted them and haechan was like “when i get back you’re dead”
  50. his high note after mark’s “show them how we do it” in playboy
  51. haechan in headbands is a Look
  52. that one meme video with chenle, jeno, haechan, and that stick (i never found subs so i don’t…know what happened in that video)
  53. haechan looks really good in button down shirts…he’s unreal…born to be famous
  54. the harper’s bazaar shoot
  55. him and mark’s handshake has stayed the extra same in all aspects (include level of extraness <3) since predebut days
  56. “swag”
  58. he’s the entire universe in himself - his eyes sparkle like a thousand stars and looking at him is like looking straight at the sun and just wow
  59. whenever he tries to keep his laughter in he makes The Face and i love it
  60. when performing live he sounds like he ate the record for breakfast he’s that good
  61. he lisps and it’s the best thing to happen to me
  62. the ivy club photoshoot. just.
  63. he pulls off like.. everything from like massive sweaters and denim shorts to full like blazer/slacks/dress shirt like…wow
  64. airport fashion on point
  65. bought a radio because jaehyun and johnny host a radio show
  67. haechan + confetti = name a more iconic duo
  68. the shape of his lips is so nice?? wow
  69. his nose too!!! perfect
  70. his teeth are like perfect too like so..nice looking idk
  71. that time where he gave no fucks and took off the heavy ass jacket and threw it to the side during that performance of cherry bomb because he knows what’s Good For Him
  72. the taste the feeling cf 
  73. the camera Look with The Eyebrows
  74. that iconic duet with guitarist!jeno of love yourself by justin bieber
  75. that expression/laugh he did that time he was going to do scissors during That Move in MFAL so he could win against mark but jisung thwarted his plans and mark played rock and haechan got roasted af onstage
  76. i know ive mentioned his dancing before but hes SO SMOOTh his moves are EFFORTLESS
  77. he looks A1 in denim jackets
  78. when he acts cute to get what he wants
  79. looks so excited and happy at fanmeets
  80. apparently he’s really touchy with the members and stuff that’s adorable
  81. never shows how sensitive he can be and tries to make everyone laugh
  82. his head tilt!! you know the one
  83. when he tries to get other members to talk on air (especially with the dreamies)
  84. is a member of the powerful af SM ‘00 line
  85. when nct dream tried to do that let’s dance and haechan kept messing them up because he wanted to dance to the other groups
  86. when he pretended to be a mime
  87. he danced to russian roulette and it was absolutely amazing
  88. his resting face is kind of “bored looking” so when he goes from resting to being really engaged it’s like a flipped switch i love it so much
  89. the cover of billionaire he and mark did predebut
  90. how he puts his hand on yuta’s shoulder to steady himself during the split move in cherry bomb
  91. the way he looks in a basketball uniform (credit: @whoisyuta )
  92. he puts his whole soul into his voice
  93. his vocal range is ridiculously versatile
  94. i love his wrists?? is it just me they’re so pretty maybe i’m going crazy lol but like watches and bracelets and stuff.nice
  95. the cherry bomb outfit with the black sweater and camo pants and camo jacket tied at the waist he !! wow
  96. when he wears glasses!!
  97. hes so young and he still keeps up with all the 127 members and works hard with them and does 12 hour dance practices with them like what a legend
  98. when his members do embarrassing things on air he buries his face in his hands out of secondhand embarrassment like…me too
  99. king of promoting other sm groups
  100. he just puts his all into everything and works so hard and deserves the world and!!!! wow just wow. an angel. an ethereal empyrean individual

anonymous asked:

Can you please do RFA+minor trio reacting to MC who got their wisdom teeth removed and is still tripping from the meds

Hahaha! This was a fun one. Hope you like it.


  • He drove you there and waited while you got your procedure
  • When you were done, you were a bit loopy
  • You didn’t recognize him and kept asking the nurse
  • “Who is this handsome dude?”
  • You’re not helping his narcissism
  • He laughs and tries to jog your memory
  • “MC, it’s me…Zen.” 
  • “Zen who?”
  • “Your boyfriend.”
  • “You’re my boyfriend? Whoa! I hit the jackpot!”
  • You keep touching his face to see if it’s real
  • You are literally gushing over him the whole time he’s driving home
  • That adoration fades off real quick when you find the videos of a drugged up you on his phone later


  • When you got out of the procedure, he noticed you were…a bit emotional
  • He tried to put fresh gauze in your mouth, but you kept crying at how your tongue fell out
  • He’s trying to keep it together and be serious
  • But you keep claiming that your random body parts are falling off or missing
  • He’s literally crying from laughter
  • Only this makes you worse
  • “Oh no! I made you cry! I’m so sorry! I’m a terrible person!”
  • “No, no! It’s okay!”
  • He’s trying to comfort you by patting your head
  • He’s nice enough not to record anything though


  • She knew you were going to be loopy, but she didn’t realize how much
  • She still tries to act normal and rational to you
  • But really, it’s no use
  • She keeps laughing at everything that you keep shooting back at her
  • Decides to tease you a little
  • She asks you a series of serious questions
  • “MC! I can’t believe you didn’t remember my birthday.” 
  • “B-but–I can’t remember anything!”
  • When you burst into tears, she stops, but she’s still trying to hide her laughter
  • She won’t take videos, but she’ll definitely tell you everything you said while recovering


  • Obviously, since he doesn’t drive, Driver Kim drives you, but he’s still there for support
  • When you wake up, he’s casually sitting beside the bed and smiling at you
  • You look him up and down and take in the suit he’s wearing
  • “Are you pastor?…because I am feeling saved right now.”
  • You’re laughing at your own pick up line before looking around loopily
  • “Oh no…wait…am I dying? Is that why you’re here?”
  • He’s chuckling, trying to keep it inside
  • He takes you back to the penthouse and tries to help you recline on the couch
  • But then you see Elizabeth and go after her
  • You cradle her in your arms
  • “This is the cutest squirrel ever! It’s so pretty!”
  • You even try to grab her “bushy tail”
  • Elizabeth didn’t like that and scratched you
  • After that, Jumin tries to keep you two separated until the drug wear off


  • You knew the prankster he was…so you tell him before you go under not to do anything stupid
  • It wasn’t until it was too late did you realize he didn’t actually give his word
  • This boy was prepared…he pulled the zombie apocalypse prank on you
  • You’re freaking out hearing the fake news on the radio
  • He had to take your phone away before you started calling the RFA members to ask if they were okay
  • When you get back to the bunk, he takes your hands solemnly
  • “MC…you need to choose only one….HBC or Dr. Pepper.”
  • “But…my favorite is Sprite!” 
  • “Well, we can only–wait, what? You lied to me???”
  • Hands you Elizabeth the 3rd before starting the car again
  • You start crying…and he thinks he might’ve taken the prank a bit far
  • But you’re just like, “I’ve always wanted a cat.” 
  • The issue wasn’t the prank…it was getting you stop believing in the prank even when you were home safe
  • When you saw in the video…”Hey, Seven, where’s that taser you got me?”


  • He figures you’d be a bit strange, so he just really goes along with anything you say
  • You keep touching the gauze in your mouth
  • “Oh no! Someone replaced my teeth with cloth!”
  • He just nods “Yup. Now let’s get in the car.”
  • You’re halfway home and you’re crying
  • “Where are you taking me?” 
  • “To get braces for your cloth,” he deadpans
  • He’s completely calm until you say you’re feeling a bit nauseated
  • “No don’t throw up! Don’t throw up!”
  • It was a messy ride…especially since he had to stop you from touching your own puke


  • You turned into a little kid while under the drugs
  • He had to stop you from touching a lot of things
  • Like his collection of cacti…or the knives in the kitchen
  • You seemed to find everything hilarious
  • It was so contagious that he starts laughing just as hard
  • He follows you around with a video camera
  • “Say hi to your future self!” 
  • You start rambling away at the camera and laughing a lot
  • But at the end of the day, he’s actually really good at taking care of you


  • He’s making sure everything is super sanitary
  • And not just the gauze in your mouth
  • But you’re not helping because you’re either making a mess or clinging onto him
  • Eventually he just gives up on trying to peel you off
  • He carries you around on his back while he cleans
  • “Thanks to you I have to clean all this!”
  • “Haha…Vanderwood is a maid.”
  • He’s so done with all the comments and questions flying out of your mouth
  • “So….are you really a girl?”
  • “Shut up! It’s 3AM.”
  • “No it’s not, silly. You’re a maid and you can’t tell time?”
  • He’s so done with you right now   

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K but the foxes having to fly

It’s such a train wreck which is funny since they’re at an airport.

-Andrew and Aaron always swap passports as a joke
-Allison has at least five suitcases with her and hell if they think they’ll charge her extra for it.
-Renee does this weird thing where she stares blankly at people and freak them out.
-Matt is aggressively chewing gum and rattling off odds of how many planes crash per year followed by his rant on how planes just v a n i s h
-I should point out he has no fear of flying
-he’s just getting Nicky wound up
-Nicky is writing and rewriting his will every time Matt opens his mouth.
-no one is really sure if Andrew actually took out his knives before coming to the airport.
-if he has them, no one catches on.
-Neil gets dragged away since his passport is flagged by the FBI for security reasons and that means Dan has to chase him down
-actually Neil escaped airport security a while ago, man. He picked his way out of
the locked room and strolled out.
-Kevin is hung over and informing the elderly couple across from them about the potato famine and is going on forever, even after they run away.
-Aaron had to swear up and down that he wouldn’t start discussing the chemistry that was involved in explosives like he did the last time.
-Dan has to coral everyone up, and lord help her when they discover their gate has been switched from one end of the airport to the extreme opposite end and they have ten minutes to get there.
-Neil is wearing the weirdest sunglasses and hat he stole from Nicky to hide from security guards
-and they’re s p r i n t i n g
-Neil is leading, Dan is following them close behind the rest of them.
-she basically runs down Nicky when he starts panicking over ending up on an island like Lost. (She starts running on Matt’s heels for that.
-Allison is fucking crushing it, even in stiletto heels and an army of luggage.
-(Renee took a bag and Kevin was so hungover and confused why they were running that Allison convinced him that it was an exercise so our homeboy grabbed the two bags and sprinted.
-Andrew is literally only running because fuck if security guards catch Neil because Neil has his stash of candy and Andrew point blank will refuse to get on the plane if Neil isn’t there. (Only because of the candy though.)
-these guys barely make it on time
-security sees Neil from a distance but it’s to late, Matt hauls him into the plane when he starts flipping them off.
-they are the most disorganized chaos to ever hit first class.
-dan starts cursing Allison for thinking them all going to Paris was a good idea
-Renee is pretty content with her sprite soda and headphones while Nicky is holding her hand looking terrorized.
-Aaron and Kevin are going shot for shot
-Neil subtly hands over the bag of candy WHICH ALSO HAS ANDREW’S KNIVES over to Andrew
-Matt and Allison look far to pleased with themselves and Dan is done.

RPG Maker Fever Hanged by Four Dwarfs

Warning:This article may contain spoilers and the content inappropriate for children…or may not contain.But get the children away from the screen just in case.

It was the rainy day just like this one. I was in my room watching  porn the stars, when I’ve noticed the body hanging in the opposite window. Neighbor hung himself. While examining the scene I’ve found his laptop with unfinished article. I’ve got the laptop and went home. Later I got arrested for break-in, but before that I managed to post this article on tumblr. Enjoy!

1. Blight Dream

Blight Dream is an exploration adventure game, where you play as a girl, suffering from memory disorder ( don’t confuse with amnesia ), whose goal is to regain memories from the blank period of her life. But there’s one little problem-it seems that your brother isn’t really excited about you getting back your memories, that’s why he’s watching your every step and prevents all your attempts to remember. So, watch his movements and try not to get caught by him. But is it really your brother, who you should be afraid of? Play and see for yourself. Beside interesting plot, this game has high-quality visuals ( character’s 3D-models are similar to ones in remake of FF3 and CP:Blood Drive ) and wisely chosen soundtrack.

2. 1BeatHeart

Here goes a sequel-spinoff to 1bitHeart, without friend-making and QTE-scenes though. This time the main character is Misane-chan, who, along with Nanashi, is solving various murder cases in resort hotel. Gameplay is very similar to Ace Attorney games, logic is pretty simple, so, as long as you’ve played any detective games-you’ll be fine even without hints. Like it’s predecessor, 1BeatHeart has wonderful presentation – beautiful art and sprites along with catchy soundtrack and quality voice acting.

3.The Hanged Man

The Strange Men Series is probably one of most known game series in rpg-horror community, and, no doubt, one of the most interesting. Here goes the last game in the series, which concludes the main plotline, and makes clear some things, that were hanging in the air since the Crooked Man. The Hanged Man  introduces us new protagonist – Will, a bit unstable, but still nice boy with active imagination, who’s searching for his missing friend. Along the way he’ll meet many of our old acquaintances from previous games. Once again, game has fully voiced cutscenes, with quality voice acting for an indie-game. Gameplay, though, is more simple compared to predecessors, most of the game you’ll be exploring various locations and  solving puzzles, there’s no action cut-ins, except for quite complicated final chase. Overall, the Hanged Man  is an interesting game and very decent conclusion of the whole series.

4.Farethere City

Here goes the game, made by Segawa, the author of our favorite End Roll. Farethere City was his first game, and it’s bit more simple in terms of gameplay ( for example, there’s no rpg-elements and game’s world isn’t that big ). But when it comes to story, City is as good as ER, both sad and moving,-game starts with little kelp  (Mr.Turnip?) named Pigula, who has recently moved to a new city and wishes to open a shop, but something is definitely off with both city and our  hero. Visual part is as bright as one in the End Roll (including a bit of stylish disturbing artwork).So, if you liked End Roll and still want more, I highly suggest playing Farethere City.

5.June Bride Nightmare

What a beautiful wedding…and how quickly it turned into a nightmare. Our protagonist, Yuno, was so close to finding her happiness with the man she loves, but ended up being the only surviving person on her own wedding, and now she’s forced to play hide and seek with the mysterious maniac in the church, where wedding was held. Every time the maniac appears, you have a choice to sneak past him or to run for it by performing a QTE. Game has an interesting story, good gameplay and wonderful presentation. Even if you are far from  romance ( like myself, heh ), Bride still leaves the strong impression, especially the bittersweet true ending ( there’s also secret ending, but it isn’t that good, really ).

6.Little Red Riding Hood’s Wolf

Who doesn’t know the tale about Red Riding Hood? Famous tale indeed, and has many various interpretations, in most of them the girl gets eaten by wolf one way or another. But not this time. In this game granny is dead from the very beginning, little Red Riding Hood and the wolf are working together in order to find the murderer. Story is interesting and have some nice plot-twists (personally, I liked how the theme of split personality played in here ) and characters are nice. When it comes to gameplay, LRRHW plays like any other rpg-horror, so if you aren’t new to genre, you’ll easily beat this game in a hour or so. It’ll be quite pleasant hour.

7.Stray Cat Crossing

If you constantly play rpg-horrors and still haven’t got tired from amnesiac characters, I highly recommend you to play Stray Cat Crossing. First thing, that catches the eye is very detailed sprites and pixel artwork. Other one is dark atmosphere of haunted house with stylish designs and some grotesque well-animated cutscenes. Gameplay is mostly consists from searching the right items and solving simple riddles, but there’s also one frustrating chasing scene at the end of the first section of the house. Story may lack originality, but still good and teaches us to forgive, this time not others, but yourself, since sometimes there’s things that are beyond our control. And despite ending being optimistic, closing credits are a bit creepy.

8.Three Ghostly Roses

You find yourself in the strange place, greeted by mysterious man in the blue cape, you don’t remember anything about yourself, except for the name. Edmund Brigham. Doesn’t ring a bell? Nope, it doesn’t. To find out about your past and your purpose, you’ll need to carefully explore every corner of the dark and unwelcome world, before it’ll start to fall apart. TGR looks very similar to NES games and has wonderful original soundtrack, which perfectly fits to dark atmosphere of the haunted world. Also game has pretty unique battle system, where you watch the enemy’s movements and try to exploit it’s weakness. And, there’s no healing items, you recover HP by defeating the enemies, but despite that, difficulty level is quite fair.


Good sleep is important, isn’t it? It definitely is, but not for the people in Dreamfarer, who don’t need to sleep at all. In the society, described in the game, sleep is considered something out of ordinary, since no one’ve slept and seen a dreams for a long time. Yet, little girl, who has an ability to travel between other’s dreams, accidentally gets into a dream of a man, who is currently in comatose state in the hospital. To get back to reality, you’ll need to swap between girl and the man, since both of them see the same things from different perspectives, and help the inhabitants of the dream world. Dreamfarer is one of those games, which start as cute adventure and get darker and darker towards the end. This game has amazing fully redrawn graphics and stunning artwork (there’s literally tons of CGs ).

10.Shirakami-sama to Yon-no-Oni 

 Our next game is perfect if you are tired from jumpscares, suggestive  content and brain(or heart)-breaking stories. Shirakami is very heartwarming game about friendship between boy and four demons, who help him in search of his cousin, who went missing while preparing to upcoming festival. Game has warm atmosphere of small village, strong with it’s traditions, beautiful illustrations and interesting gameplay, based on main character’s perception. There’s 3 endings in total, to see all of them you’ll need to beat the game 3 times (it’ll take from 3 to 5 hours in total ) and every time story goes the different way. Currently, game ia available only in russian and japanese.

11.From The Next Door

When you see something extremely cheap-it’s always suspicious. In case of food it might be rotten ( not always though ), in case of newly acquired house-get ready to deal with abomination living next door ( and no, I don’t mean neighbors ). Usually, when you notice paranormal activity in your house-you try to get away from it as far as you can, but in case of our heroine Namie ( who is as “smart” as Ayumi Shinozaki in CP: Blood Drive )- you’ll wait until things will get reeeeally ugly. Despite main heroine’s stupidity ( or thanks to it ), the game came out really creepy and interesting. Additionally I would like to praise game’s stylish visuals reminiscent of GBC-games and good work with setting the right atmosphere. And, once again, if you’re not the sensitive type-I suggest you playing in complete darkness with headphones on.


Despite the game’s title, you will meet neither Hansel nor Gretel, instead you are playing as twin brothers, one of them is timid and another is sharp-mouthed (oh well, they’re both little rascals, no matter how you look at it). Hansel is nice adventure game with variety of references to famous old fairy tales, good humor, adorable visuals and quite unexpected ending ( two endings, to be exact, since another one is unlocked after beating the game for the second time). Game is relatively short ( 30-40 minutes ) and puzzles can be easily solved without a guide.


Lavender presents another look on the Rapunzel’s story, in which there’s no prince and evil witch isn’t that evil. Your goal in this game is to descend the tower to retrieve your birthday present, solving various unique puzzles ( from feeding plants to playing chess ) on your way down. Lavender has quality pixel graphics and overall good presentation, which helps to create the feeling that you’re traveling through old storybook. Personally, I really liked the game’s normal ending, but there’s also a secret one for those, who like, when plot starts to turn grim and bloody.

14.Dudley and The Mysterious Tower

There goes a new title, developed by Sen, but don’t expect second Mad Father or Misao. Dudley is far more simple in terms of both plot and presentation. But it doesn’t mean that the game has nothing to offer. You play as a courier, who has an important delivery to tower’s owner, and his dog. Each floor of the tower is designed as a puzzle, in order to solve which you’ll need to switch between courier and the dog, who can do things courier can’t ( like seeing ghosts and talking to other animals).To climb the tower and see the contents of so-called “delivery”  you’ll need about 40 minutes, so if you have some free time-be my guest.

15.Apocalypse Never

And once again our closing title belongs to “escape” genre, where you need to leave locked apartments by all means necessary. This time you play as carefree guy, whose drunken older sister has changed all locks in the house. Game is about 30 minutes long and has several endings, which depend on how fast you’ll manage to escape the house and meet up with a friend ( don’t forget to bring “that” with you ).Also game has good humor (some jokes are just hilarious) and nice art style.

Sum up of Homestuck fandom after [S] Cascade.

(2011) Homestuck as a general phenomenon was very active and developed at a very swift pace from the time it was published (2009) onwards, especially in 2012-2013, including and past the first years of the Homestuck Kickstarter Project, a.k.a Hiveswap.

Between 2009 and 2012, Homestuck as a webcomic was infamous for updating daily, constantly, multiple times a day, at all hours, for years. There was a remarkable cold calculated average that Homestuck updated 5.5 pages per day, dropping entire bundles of updates of character interaction and plot reveals frame by frame, posted as fast as Hussie could write it. Though it wasn’t immediately obvious, this pace was literally sleeplessly breakneck, Hussie allegedly didn’t do anything but live, breathe and dream Homestuck for at least four years straight. I’m serious when I say updates came at all hours. I would wake up 2am on a week night and idly check MSPA to see if there was a new update, sort of like a trained parrot. Then in five minutes I’d tab back over to the Homestuck tab and refresh, just in case. 

This lead to an phenomenon appropriately dubbed “upd8 culture,” which became the basis of the sheer evangelical furor people still associate with the Homestuck fandom. Quick history: MSPA fans originated and migrated over from the Penny Arcade forums, Reddit, and 4chan to nestle permanently within the bowels of 2011 - 2013 tumblr, and were best described from a distance as ‘zealous.’ Even remembering it now almost feels remembering a distant riot. If you didn’t cosplay, write up a detailed theory post, or scribble up a crazy level of appropriately detailed fanart within 10 or so minutes any given upd8, you were buried under the force of post overload and were officially late to the party. Even after years of this, fans had some idea of just how dedicated it came off of, which spurred on fandom and made Homestuck into the most meme filled in-joke community you could possibly imagine. 

What’s frustrating about describing Homestuck and Homestuck fandom is they both heavily affected each other and were both unique phenomenons within themselves, which makes actually trying to get across the atmosphere and of the early 2010s a really a wordy process. I could tell you Homestuck heyday updates regularly crashed tumblr servers, which became an actual funny fake rss way of seeing how much the plot progressed that day, or could have been because tumblr servers even in 2011-2013 were not very robustly programmed. I could tell you Homestuck dominated tumblr to the point it had a virulent hatedom of people who had never even read it and constantly saw it and never understood what was happening in it, and everyone else couldn’t stop themselves from chattering about it all the time. One thing that has to be noted is all this continual bickering and movement and development and competitive content production was honestly fun as hell. 

Popular fan theories had multiple fanfictions written on them just to better explain what might happen, and reoccurring fanart traits and fanfictions were constantly being corrected, updated, and replaced by a deluge of new information and characters to pore over every single detail with a fandom magnifying glass. Canon and fanon both directly pulled from each other, especially in the small details. I don’t know how many hyper ambitious fandom projects, games, animations, multi media fanstories were abandoned for new starts JUST because the information they were working off became too outdated. There were always running projects of painstaking collaboration of organizers, voice actors, programmers, artists, writers, etc. I think some fanventures are still doing that to this day, and back in 2012 there was the  exciting happenstance of the Homestuck Shipping Olympics, which was overwhelmed with applications for the years it ran.

As even a casual reader, you just read the upd8 and threw everything you had out there for scrutiny until it was kind of clear what could be scoured from the newest upd8, for your own rigorously interpreted and analyzed theory and making posts about it. What constant updates to canon meant in conjunction with Hussie’s oddly accurate tabs on fandom theory was you had to do whatever you were doing fast, or you would be outdated, wrong, inaccurate, or irrelevant at some undisclosed unspecific time, very soon. As the fandom grew bigger and younger Hussie seemed to shade more politic in his fandom communication, but it still always felt like an “open channel” call and response between fandom and comic, at every second.

Another aspect feeding upd8 culture was in the actual writing and content of Homestuck. One thing Homestuck didn’t lack for was constant barely solvable mystery. Part of my extreme willingness to take part in Homestuck fandom was that Homestuck was so crammed to the brim with open ended creative potential, just the cool ideas and plot mechanics and vivid characters presented with actually innovative framing that had really good ideas and existed literally nowhere else, and I say that as a huge sci-fi fan. Time travel in Homestuck was excellent. It was an ambitious story and I really do think it pulled it off. 

There were also factors of style, innovation and novelty that I think affected the diversity of fan output. Even small things like the definition of a “page,” or even a “webcomic” became malleable within Homestuck. A page could range from single static scribble gif image to a 3 hr fully programmed rpg or 18 minute asset heavy style swapping animation, or most commonly, sprite art followed by several hundred words of dialogue and character interaction. Pages came by different artists, different styles, different mediums, different paces and focuses, but with a breadth-spanning understanding of the internet. Homestuck was once described as the fossilized excrement of someone’s personal creative experiments, and I can’t help but think that’s a good way of putting it. Innovation and excitement teemed off the page, and straight into a staggeringly wide variety of fanfiction and art, in style, content, theme, and pov. 

Lastly, Hussie had a tendency to canonize fan content and hire fanartists and fananimators if their output was solid enough with a gentle horse kiss of approval and a naturally internet-transparent hiring process and the assumption people understood internet courtesy, like a forum. This was a purposely fostered atmosphere in the spirit of experimental adventure, and was just fucking nuts. Fans never wrote the story, but they did heavily influence aspects of how it was told and where it went (by design, fans were pretty much involved in making the comic) and even get to actually flesh out the details, like the main character’s names, memes, romances, character, and scope. Everything from canon sprite art to Caliborn’s character to Calliope’s art skill to music and trickster arcs were all originally based on years of fan jokes and fanon. Homestuck was definitely Hussie’s sole property and precious baby, but it was always kind of built on top of the assumption of freeform rap battle with the fandom. It added an extra layer of galvanizing egging on to fandom purpose. I don’t know how else to explain everything that came of it. Fandom was like a roiling morass of bullshit activity, we were like a freaking breaking news bullpen, there was so much energy sparking off of all facets of fandom because it was just so fun. Fan output was borderline insane in 2010-2013.

Hussie said fandom grew exponentially at the introduction of the Trolls in Act 5 in mid 2010, but I can honestly say I think fandom really started treating Homestuck like a hidden gem worth prosetelyzing right after the events of [S] Cascade at the end of 2011. Before then, Homestuck was tenuously good, and had a rep on tumblr for having weirdly ubiquitous fans and over- detailed fancontent, but [S] Cascade was the moment every single gamble asked of the reader in the story actually paid off. A puzzle clicking into place. In fact, Homestuck’s plot was generally constructed to climax at [S] Cascade, as was apparent from the big explosion of fan reaction after the fact. 


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The Mayor of Halloween Town

This is filling an anonymous prompt for Bitty dressing up as Jack Skellington, and Jack’s reaction.

Bitty pulled the garment bag out of his closet and considered.

He’d brought this with him specifically for Halloween. He’d done the puck bunny thing last year – speaking of terrible life choices. He wasn’t sure who took the pictures that ended up on the Swallow’s website, but he’d had people making rabbit ears at him for weeks.

The year before that he’d been Mrs. Lovett because pies, but this year, he wanted something not so … feminine, maybe, not that anyone would consider Mrs. Lovett a sex symbol or anything.

But this year, he was the captain of this team, and the Halloween kegster came just after the season started, and he needed something that would demonstrate that he was in charge. Or at least not make him seem cute.

On a visit home before returning for the school year (and wasn’t that a change: his parents’ home was now a place he visited), he’d spent an afternoon helping Mama organize the attic, moving some of his old things out of his parents’ way and making room for Mama’s new sewing machine in the guest room.

That was what gave him the idea, really. The old things in the attic, both the collection of Halloween Town figurines and the rack with his old figure skating costumes.

There was the tiny statue of Jack Skellington, the leader of Halloween Town. And there was the black coat he’d bought for his last costume – he’d planned to skate to Phantom – but, well, that skate never happened.

The coat had been a bit big then, and it was more than a bit snug now, but that would work for what he wanted. He still had black tights that fit, and a dance belt. He could do this: Not a burly monster or a bedraggled zombie, but the spritely skeleton who was clearly in charge of the holiday.

With the bag stashed in the closet, Bitty had gone along with it when the frogs started talking about a Halloween kegster. The new baby tadpoles (what do you call a frog before it’s a tadpole?) had been around for two months, and they were ready to be exposed to the drunken debauchery of a real Haus party. As long as Bitty could make sure they ate enough and drank enough water.

Ollie and Wicks were eager to prove their version of tub juice was just as revoltingly strong as Ransom and Holster’s, and the rest of the boys were itching for some fun.

But when Dex and Nursey came up with the idea of a Haunted Haus kegster, Bitty had wanted to talk them out of it. First, because he wasn’t sure tub juice and jump scares were entirely compatible; second, because he didn’t want people losing it in his kitchen, and there was no way on God’s green earth that any of the boys would allow guests upstairs during a kegster, and a haunted Haus meant people would have to go somewhere; and third, because he wanted to be Jack Skellington, and that just wasn’t scary enough for a haunted house. Or maybe that was first.

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Snowed In // A Shawn Oneshot

(idk where this came from tbh. I was cold earlier today and wanted to share my bed with someone, so probably that haha. Please enjoy!)

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Snow sits on the large wild pine trees lining the drive to the cabin you and your friends rented for a week long getaway and it’s breathtaking. The five of you had been planning this for well over a year and it was finally here. The air was crisp. The view was unbelievable. It was truly perfection. Everyone was in a good mood, excited to ski the slopes, hang out in the hot springs and enjoy being away from work and school. There was only one small problem, that wasn’t really a problem per say, just an unexpected surprise. Andrew showed up at the cafe where you were all meeting in town, and he had a plus one.

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anonymous asked:

Anon because gfdi is not my main but...how about some good old-fashioned friends to more? Or fake relationships. Dealer's choice. <3

For @gfdisterek who has asked for literally one of my favorite tropes. So here is a favorite trope for a favorite mutual, thanks for being a homie

It started out just a bro helping his bro, honestly. He and Derek had gone to the supermarket around the corner from the loft to pick up some drinks and candy for pack movie night. He never knew why is was always them having to run the snack run, but he didn’t mind too much - at least this way he could bother Derek into buying him extra of his favorites.

He had just finished grabbing the various sodas that had been requested (buying an entire liter of Sprite after the fiasco of last time) and started to head towards where he could see Derek’s prince hair over the aisles. He turns the corner, ready to spout off his usual spiel that earns him one or two extra packets of Reese’s Pieces, when he stops in his tracks. An unfamiliar head of dark curls is all up in Derek’s personal bubble and cocking a pleated-skirt clad hip out where a manicured hand rested.

It was pretty damn obvious that the alpha was uncomfortable and Stiles could tell that he was having a hard time figuring a way out of the situation. Before the thought even fully formed in his mind, Stiles was marching over and sidling up next to Derek and leaning his shoulder back against his chest.

“Hey, babe, did you get everything?” He looks up at Derek with batted eyelashes and hopes that their friendship level is at the point of mostly silent communication.

“Almost, I still need Allison’s Starbursts.” He responds jerking his chin to the stand that the girl in front of them is oh so unhelpfully blocking. He also tentatively wraps an arm around Stiles’ waist while he’s at it. Heck yeah, silent communication for the win!

Stiles,without dislodging Derek’s hand on his hip, darts around the girl who is glaring quite unimpressively, to grab a package of the necessary candy.

“Oh, sorry, hi. I’m Stiles, Derek’s boyfriend.” Stiles says with a smile as he returns to Derek’s hold.


“Old friend?”

“No, new acquaintance.” Stiles raises his eyebrows at this, making a very clear statement with his eyes alone ‘then I guess you’re not necessary’.

“Well, we have to go. Movie date night, ya know.” With that he grabs Derek’s wrist and tugs him towards the check out. If he happens to feel smugly proud of himself when Derek’s grabs not two but three extra Reese’s Pieces, no one has to know.

It spirals from there. It becomes a thing, a really effective thing. Whenever they hang out, if Derek is cornered by someone, Stiles swoops in with the boyfriend card to rescue him. It’s a system that works for them and lets Derek relax in public knowing Stiles will be there to save the day.

It happens at the movie theatre with a tall, athletic man when Stiles comes and grabs Derek’s hand to guide him to their movie. It happens at the mall with a dainty blond in a Lana Del Rey t-shirt and Stiles pecks Derek on the cheek because his hands are full of the shopping bags that he’s helping Lydia and Allison carry. It happens at the park with a man who’s walking his dog in a pair of skimpy running shorts and Derek wraps his arms around Stiles’ shoulders from behind and Stiles puts his hands in Derek’s front pockets when the runner doesn’t seem to get the idea.

It’s just so easy to slip into this persona, become the Stiles that dates Derek and holds him possessively. The Stiles that is allowed to hold him around the waist and plant smacking kisses on his cheek, put his hands in Derek’s jacket pockets and lean against him while staring pushy people down. He, true to his typical luck, he doesn’t realize something very important until it’s far too late. It hits him quite suddenly, while his fingers run over the edges of the Camaro keys in Derek’s pocket, that it really isn’t all that hard to play his part. Maybe ‘cause he’s not playing anymore.

It’s been rattling around in his head for days now. In retrospect, he should have noticed sooner. Should have questioned why his blood actually burned under his skin when he saw someone try to make a move on his bo- Derek. Should have wondered why it seemed to come so naturally to just squeeze up next to him and stare down the one who tried to flirt. Should have recognized the swelling in his chest when Derek reciprocated and the acid in his gaze being all too real when the flatterers continued their advances. But he hadn’t, it felt far too natural to question such a thing.

Stiles walks to the loft that afternoon, needing a quiet place to study before the weekly pack meeting/dinner together. He’s lost in thought as he walks in and slips off his shoes. Brain too occupied as he swoops down to absent mindedly peck Derek’s cheek on his way to the dining room table to set up his laptop. Lost to the world when Derek approaches slowly, a flush high above his soft-looking beard.


“Hmm?” He looks up from his work, now nicely laid out to spot the mug of coffee Derek has set down. He hums happily as he sips it, sweetened just the way he likes it.

“You kissed me.” He freezes, coffee still lapping at his upper lip, highlighter poised in his other hand and his gaze snapped up to where Derek is sitting at his left.

“I, uh, I guess I did.”

“You know there’s no one here to pretend for, right?” Derek asks slowly, holding his own mug of tea, watching Stiles carefully.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” He nods, watching Derek stand and his heart sinking. But his heart may as well have hit a trampoline with the way it lift right back up as Derek pulls his mug away and leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Good, tell me if you need help with your homework.”

forest elves and minotaurs

a little something i wrote for @incaseyouart​‘s phan elf au ,, enjoy !!

summary: ((it’s literally just the verbal form of this post here)

words: 1.4k

t/w: none

((it starts a little slow but bare with aha)

Patrolling, as uneventful and inconceivably dull as it was, was probably the most exciting part of Dan’s week.

Which he supposed made his week pretty uneventful and inconceivably dull in itself

Patrolling alone was not particularly interesting at all. Dan had heard enough faeries tell him that their silvery glowing liquid was actually ‘a luminescent forest protection balm’ (instead of what Dan suspected it to be) to last him a few decent lifetimes. And it was just so boring, strolling around one godforsaken area of the forest for hours at a time. That wasn’t what made it interesting, though.

It was more the atmosphere of it all. 

The Darker Forest was the type of place to send shivers cascading down your spine. The breeze crawling through the fog and reaching out at the most unsuspected of moments. Grabbing onto your shoulders, cloaks, your hands, trying to tug you further into it’s depths. 

Dan lived for it. Understandable- it was to be expected of a Dark Elf.
Live in the darkness, and guard the Villages. The boring principles they were all forced to live by. Dan had strayed as far as he possible could from the stereotypes that basically governed them, opting to become a performer and the main storyteller of his village, instead of a guard or night-raiser. Yet, this month, he’d been forced into patrolling instead of performing.

The Council liked to do this sometimes, they didn’t see his storytelling as ‘contributing to their established world’, basically meaning it wasn’t a real job and he needed to pull his weight around the Village. Which he didn’t agree with in the slightest. People went batshit crazy without his stories to brighten up their days, but he guessed he needed somewhere to get his stories from- and if not the Sprite’s villages, the Darker Forest was the prefect place to find them.

Still, this job had nothing on the thrill of entertaining. The Darker Forest creeped him out, plus he was sure all the forest elves, and the river sprites and everyone else hated him for the patrolling and having to interact with everyone he came across. That was okay though, he hated it too. 

Dan stopped moving suddenly. He let out a stale breath, feeling the tree roots behind him slithering under his boots, coiling themselves around his ankles and winding up to his knees.


He needed to move faster. The tree roots around these parts tended to do that if you stood in one spot for too long, Dan figured it had something to do with the faeries ‘luminescent forest protection balm’, doing it’s luminescent forest protecting.

He grabbed at his shoes, tugging the roots from where they had attached themselves to the buckles and trampling on them, breaking into a little jog. He could hear a humming from somewhere nearby, a soft little jingle that made the ominous darkness of the forest seem a little brighter. 

Then it all dimmed again, Dan realising that humming meant people and people meant interaction. Probably a Pixie- it was in their nature to sing and hum and be generally obnoxious. 

Dan moved through the trees as quietly as he could, Pixies tended to overreact and scream when they were surprised- a sequence that often led him into a lot of trouble.

As he drew closer to the sound, he realised it was not a Pixie. It was far too deep in comparison to their strange tinkle and, in Dan’s opinion, far too nice. Something nearby was casting a strange glow now, a greenish light emitting from in front of him, lighting a clear path towards the humming sound. The wind was strengthening and Dan shivered, hiding further into his thick black cloak. The trees blew wildly, leaves raining down from them like raindrops. The sky had begun to darken and the entire forest had that sort of scent like it was about to rain. Dan hated the rain. Too cold and miserable.

He peered through the trees, curious as to see the source of the light.
It definitely was not a Pixie. A boy- a forest elf, sat crouched over a tree. He was sort of strange-looking, dressed all in green, his feet wrapped in leaves and a shawl covered his shoulders, buttoned up with little leaf clasps. 

And he was glowing.

The glow, the greenish one that tinted all the trees and lit up the entire Darker Forest, was coming from this boy, emitting from his hands and face and through the leaves on his feet.

It made Dan stop and stare.

He didn’t quite understand what the boy was doing, he looked to be scavenging around for something at the base of a tree. His hands dug around in the dirt and his cloak shimmered as he moved his head.

Dan groaned. It pained him to have to interact with people, but the protocol basically forced him to ask questions to everyone he came across. This was why he hated patrol. 

“Who are you?” He demanded, marching over to the boy. The elf’s head whipped around quicker than a sprite running from trouble- a little too fast. Dan leapt back as the boy let out a squeal, tumbling to the ground. Falling backwards and jerking his head up to avoid landing on it, in a way that Dan could only describe as about as elegant as a giant sitting down too fast (which wasn’t a pretty sight, and Dan could tell you that from experience).

“Ah, sorry, you startled me!” The boy smiled widely, and Dan was almost intimidated by the sheer glow of cheerfulness in his grin, “My name is Phil!”

“Oh, uh sorry about that,” Dan mumbled, smiling back despite the mask that covered the bottom half of his face. “Here,” He offered a hand out to the boy to pull him up, and he took it gratefully. 

“Thank you,” Phil said.

“No problem. What are you doing in this forest anyways?” Dan chuckled, “It can be dangerous… for someone who literally glows.” He added, mumbling the last part under his breath.

“Well, I was trying to find a plant, but then this squirrel chased me! It was so determined? Maybe it knows there are bigger plans for me in this forest,” Phil rambled, Dan trying his best not to laugh.

“A squirrel? Are you actually kidding me?” Dan giggled, pulling his mask down a little, “But aren’t you like… a forest elf? And you’re scared of a little squirrel?”

Phil beamed, “I know- I’m just a bit weird,” He shrugged. This guy was a complete goofball and Dan couldn’t lie, he was a little worried he was going to get himself killed in the Darker Forest.

“Anyway the plant you were looking for… what was it called?” He tried to spark up a conversation, intrigued at the strange elf.

“Oh! It’s called Sanitas Medela. They grow at the bases of trees like this one,” Phil smiled, gesturing to the tall tree they stood under.

“Did you try looking all around?” Dan questioned.

“Ah, no.”

“I’ll be happy to help!” He offered. It beat patrolling any day.

Phil nodded gratefully, “That’d be amazing.”

Dan pulled his mask back up, following Phil as they began to hunt through the trees, Phil stopping to admire a particular leaf every few seconds.

“Look at this one!” He exclaimed, “The patterning is exquisite!” Dan giggled at Phil’s use of ‘exquisite’ to describe a leaf, and he glanced at the tree.

“It’s, uh, nice.” It was really just a leaf. A very average leaf.

“I know! Beautiful.” Phil smiled, plucking it from the tree and shoving it into his bag. “I think we’re nearby a grove of the tree the Sanitas Medela grows under- we should be able to find one there.”

“Perfect!” Dan smiled.

Phil had begun to talk again as they walked, but stopped mid-sentence, “But I don’t think it’s necessary- that’s one there!” Phil yelled excitedly, rushing to grab the small plant. It was a little underwhelming, Dan had to be honest. Basically just a green stick with some red dots at the end. Nothing special.

“That’s so lucky- these are rare,” Phil seemed so content that Dan couldn’t help but beam, “Thanks for your help…uh…”

“Oh, it’s Howell- but you can call me Dan I guess!” He said, pulling the hood of his cloak down and the mask along with it.

“Nice to meet you, Dan!”

“So, uh, what’s the plant for anyways?”

“It’s one of the best for healing the body,” Phil smiled down at it.

“Are you sick?” Dan questioned, feeling sick to his stomach with worry.

“Not me, but my-“ Phil stopped. His ears perked up at a noise from far away. A low growl, followed by the a cracking sound. Branches snapping. “Uh- what’s that,” He whispered nervously, fear forming in his eyes as he stared, scared, at Dan.

They both turned around. The beast stood, snuffling in the shadows, hidden partly by the trees. It’s great bull-like face showed no emotion but anger, and it’s eyes glowed a sinister red.

“Minotaur.” Dan said shortly, his fingers reaching down to grasp his dagger.

Dark Souls Lore Ramblings #5

Well, fuck. Given that I’ve said ‘I’ll talk about it later’ in every other of my Dark Souls ramblings, let’s talk about it now.


So way back in Demon’s Souls, magic was kind of a big deal. I’d go so far as to say that it was even one of the driving parts of the game’s narrative. @soulsmusings could probably tell you more about it, but the crux is that God (a real one, singular, with a capital G) granted humanity magic in the form of a giant world tree. Magic derived from the soul, and the soul derived from cognition. So when people started abusing magic and acting like butts, the giant world tree turned into the Old One and started making demons and devouring the world. A deist God’s fail-safe against sin.

One of the signs of the end times in DeS is that priests can cast miracles again, which as they take as a sign from God. At the same time, sorcery and witchcraft are making a comeback, which is viewed as a sign of demonic corruption. The truth, of course, is that all of it is the same magic coming from the Old One. Big revelation. Requires you to kill a good NPC to get it. Totally worth it. Nets you one of the best items in the game.

Since in Dark Souls the soul proper is split between the Soul as animating energy and Humanity/whatever as cognition, there’s obviously some differences. But I still think there’s still some similarities too; all magic is magic. It’s not different kinds of energy, but the same eldritch force being manipulated different ways. Magic’s ‘material’ is Soul, the energy of life, and can be performed by anything with Soul.

The exact process works like this from how I see it. The caster’s intelligence or faith is the initiating force in their being for magic. It not only starts the process of magic, but how it is to be formed specifically. Maybe the caster says a prayer, maybe they conjure a spell. However they do it, this recitation draws on the caster’s Soul to produce the energy needed to actually perform the magic. Finally, this internal process is directed to the external world through a focus.

I imagine that focuses are necessary so that the caster’s own body doesn’t act as the focus. That could lead to all sorts of nasty effects; head explodes Scanners style, spontaneous combustion, nasty mutations. All kinds of gnarly Warhammer shit. (It’d be freaking sweet.)

The most common form of magic is (arguably) sorcery. Sorcery draws on and projects the caster’s own Soul energy, plain and simple. It’s based on Intelligence, which I take to mean that spells are based in reciting rituals, formulas, magic words, all that stuff. There’s definitely a Vancian element to all the spellcasting in Dark Souls (which makes me miss the mana bar from DeS) i.e. the caster prepares their spells beforehand like bullets in a chamber. When the caster runs out, that’s that; they have to rest before they can ‘reload’. It’s the classic magic system from Dungeons and Dragons. (And by ‘classic’, I mean ‘nearly everyone hates it’.) Anyway, what this has to do with Intelligence is presumably a connection between memory capacity for spells and the ability to comprehend just exactly what the magic is doing and how it works in the universe.

Seath is credited as being the creator of sorcery in Lordran. I’m assuming that doesn’t mean he created magic itself, but rather that he was the first being to come up with the formulae and methods of sorcery and, more importantly, that he taught it to humans. Kind of reminds me of those old myths about fallen angels who taught humans about make-up and astrology and everything else. Seath gets remembered in a big way since the Dragon School of Vinheim is the Souls’ world’s number one prestidigitation destination. Dragon School’s sorcery is focused mostly on practical uses, like offense and defense. Of course other schools have other specialties; Oolacile focused on illusions and mind-tricks, for instance. I get the feeling that Vinheim doesn’t really allow much room for other schools by the time Dark Souls rolls around. They’ve become kind of THE authority on magic, and anyone outside of them is looked down upon.

The focus of sorcery is the catalyst. It’s a wand, it’s a staff, it’s whatever. I can’t really add much that doesn’t exam each catalyst item-by-item or gets into the entire history of why wizards and witches use staves and wands. But for basic, universal magic-users, the catalyst is the perfect item for channeling energy and acting as a focus.

Dark/Abyssal magic is where things to start to get interesting. Like I talked about when I talked about the Dark, dark magic has a tangible, physical force to it. It isn’t just energy like soul sorcery, but a worldly material. Even if that material is just the same kind of nebulous half-stuff that the Dark and Humanity are made of, it still packs enough of a wallop to add some extra damage.

Dark magic works by drawing not just on the caster’s soul like regular sorcery, but also their Humanity; hence, it is a school exclusive to humans. The actual process used is a projection of the Jungian shadow or the Freudian id, to use them there fancy academical terms. Dark sorcery is a projection of malice, envy, or desire; the base things that the Dark is made of. By drawing on their own Humanity, the sorcerer is essentially drawing on a piece of the Dark and, therefore, drawing on the Dark as a whole to empower their spells. This begins an interesting trend in magic that we see where casters get their spells not just from their own Soul, but by channeling a Lord Soul. Which brings us to our next topic…

Pyromancy! Or, more precisely, true pyromancy. As you’ll recall from the opening cinematic and the Izalith catalyst description, pyromancy originally began as an extension of sorcery. But why fire in particular? First reason I can think of is that it’s a sign of alliance to the First Flame. Heck, it would make more sense for sorcery to be based off of true pyromancy instead of the other way around, all things considered. Second reason goes back into my theory about channeling Lord souls. If dark magic draws on the Dark Soul, or at least little bits of it, than true pyromancy might have been drawn from the Life Soul, or whatever you want to call the Witch’s Lord Soul.

There’s a morphological debate about what the precise scientific definition about what ‘life’ actually is. One definition states that life is anything with a core temperature, that must consume resources to survive, and is capable of reproduction. The definition was immediately refuted when it was pointed out that, by this criteria, fire is a life form; it certainly has a core temperature, must consume tinder to sustain itself, and is capable of reproducing itself by fission. The point of this little anectdote is to demonstrate that, out of the natural elements, fire is the closest to being its own life-form. So it only makes sense that the Life Soul would produce fire when it is used for magic. Fire is alive (in a sense), and life cannot survive without the things that fire is associated with providing (light, heat, etc.), including on a broader civilized scale.

Whole thing’s rather moot at this point. Witch of Izalith took the Life Soul and true pyromancy with it and sent it all to Hell in a handbasket. Now the Witch, the Life Soul, and true pyromancy are swallowed up by the Flame of Chaos. I have to think that every original true pyromancer was affected by the Flame of Chaos, and only a select few made it out alive without either being burned to crisp, mutated into a demon, or both. Quelaana is, as we know, the founder of all modern pyromancy. And the very nature of a pyromancer’s flame lends it to being spread across the world.

There appear to be different attitudes to pyromancy across the world. In the Great Swamp, pyromancers are looked down on as weird swamp hermits with destructive capabilities. By contrast, in Lordran, even modern pyromancers are still given some respect for carrying on the legacy of Lost Izalith. I have to imagine that Lordran is the exception, not the rule. Outside Lordran, the Dragon School and the Way of White are still the primary organizations for magic, and pyromancers operate outside that organization. The Dragon School might look down on pyromancy as a corruption of ‘true magic’, and the Way of White might even demonize pyromancers as witches or demon worshipers. This is dark fantasy after all, and what’s dark fantasy without a good inquisition?

The pyromancer’s flame is probably the most fascinating out of all the magic foci. It is, in essence, a piece of the Flame of Chaos, a sprite that fissioned off of the corrupted Life Soul. What Humanity is to the Dark Soul, the pyromancer’s flame is to the Life Soul. (More or less.) Like Humanity, it can be grown, split apart again, and distributed even further. Pyromancers literally hand their students a little bit of their own flame as they pass it along. In the process, the flame draws from the pyromancer’s soul and cognition; each flame carries a little bit of whoever is passing it on. Just think; the pyromancer flame you have has a little bit of Quelaana and the Witch of Izalith in it by default, and all the people in between you and them as well.

The sheer potency of the pyromancer’s flame means that it doesn’t need an initiating force like intelligence or faith; it is active on its own volition. It is both the focus, the Lord Soul being drawn on, and the projector itself. True pyromancy was magic that drew on the Life Soul; modern pyromancy is magic projected into a fragment of the Life Soul. Kind of switched around.

That being said, modern pyromancy still draws on environmental sources like true pyromancy might have done. The main place pyromancers come from is the Great Swamp. A swamp, in perspective, is the perfect place for pyromancy, especially if it draws on life. Swamps, especially in dark fantasy, are generally pictured as these stagnant rotting holes filled with mire and decay. The truth is, swamps, from an ecological point of view, are cradles of life, and host an immense variety of species of flora and fauna. When you are in a swamp, you are immediately surrounded by life. Ergo, a swamp is an ideal place for anybody wishing to draw on life energy to fuel their magic.

There’s also the practical advantage of a swamp for pyromancy. Swamps produce gases that naturally ignite; philosophical pyromancers might hope to gain some insight from observing this natural process on how nature produces flame. More importantly, swamps are damp; any accident that happens with a fire in a swamp will be immediately contained. This is in contrast to say, a forest, which is also full of life. But one stray spark in a forest can set the whole thing ablaze. Probably how pyromancers got such a bad rap for themselves outside Lordran.

Finally, there’s miracles. Miracles are supposedly magic powers drawn on from the gods themselves. Given that the term ‘god’ is somewhat nebulous in Dark Souls, it’s hard to figure out what that could actually mean. Maybe miracles are magic that draw on the Light Soul or even the First Flame itself for power? I’m kind of doubtful about this theory; the whole crux of Dark Souls is that the First Flame is dying and Gwyn is portioning out the Light Soul just to keep it alive. He probably wouldn’t want humans endangering it in any way, and the Way of White would have stepped in and quit teaching miracles and rites.

Which leads me to think that this is all like Demon’s Souls again; it’s all magic. Miracles are the same as sorcery, just through different methods. And really, how different are miracles and sorcery? Miracles are generated by the spellcaster reciting stories and psalms in their mind. (Which I actually think is really cool, especially when it’s revealed that weaker miracles are just abridged stories or fragments of them.) But in the end, it’s still memorizing a formulae and drawing on Soul to bring magic into the world. The only notable difference between sorcery and miracles is the nature of spells; miracles focus on healing, divination, and protection. But as we’ve established, different schools of magic focus on different effects. It’s entirely within reason to conclude that the miracles of the Way of White are nothing but another school of sorcery. There are even items that let you trade out what you the caster uses to initiate magic; Velka’s items let a cleric use intelligence for magic, for instance.

The focus for miracles is talismans. Talismans strike me as being a kind of fetish more than anything. When looked at with a certain eye, they look kind of like little dolls, even if it’s just a simple head and body. So the caster might use the talisman as a kind of totem, having it represent themselves as a focus for the miracle they invoke. Sympathetic magic kind of deal. The relative simplicity of talismans means that they are available to all members of the Way of White, from poor lay practitioners to arch-clerics. And that really speaks to how far-reaching the Way of White is across social strata both within Lordran and in the broader world outside of it.

So… I shrugged this off for a while. Anybody want to hear about anything in particular for the next one?

Hungry For Love [Wally West x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Do you do soulmate au’s? If so could you do an imagine for one I saw somewhere that was you taste whatever your soulmate eats, and i felt that would be a really cool thing for Wally (the YJ one), and the reader would kinda be wondering why they are almost constantly eating food, until she sees him somewhere stuffing his face. If not, that’s cool, still really enjoy reading whatever you write!”

A/n: I had a lot of fun writing this! I wanted to get it out yesterday but the wifi on campus kept acting up and not working. But here it is! Hope you love it!

Moments like this were where you wish you didn’t have a soulmate. Where you didn’t taste literally everything they ate, and damn did they eat a lot. It’s left you starving all day. You had forgotten to eat breakfast, so when you tasted french toast, bacon, and pancakes you almost died of starvation. Then when lunch rolled around you faintly tasted a cheeseburger, french fries, and a milkshake.

You were dying while tasting all of these delicious things. In your class you sat with your face buried in your arms. Having skipped lunch in order to make up a test. A friend poked your shoulder and making you peek out from behind your arms. “What?” She rolled her eyes, “Did you not eat? Again?” Shaking your head she frowned. “You’re going to pass out if you keep up these awful eating habits.” She dug through her bag and pulled out a granola bar, offering it to you. Quickly snatching it from her hand, uttering a “Thank you” before tearing open the wrapper.

She rose an eyebrow at how fast you ate it. “Okay, I’m taking you to get food after school. Make sure you actually eat.” You didn’t bother arguing, knowing it would be no use. “Can we get cheeseburgers?” She chuckled “That what your soulmate is eating again?” You rolled your eyes, “No…..maybe.”

The rest of your day went by rather quickly. The thought of a cheeseburger after school getting you through it.

The minute the bell rang you almost ran out of your class, only walking because one of the teachers sent you a glare for running. Finding your friend at her car you jumped in the passenger seat. “Well someone’s spritely” She chuckled while starting the car.

“He’s had two corn dogs since I saw you last! TWO! I’M STARVING!” You over dramatically slumped back. “I’m dying…We must drive…Go” Pretending to die in her passenger seat. Rolling her eyes, she pulled out of the parking lot.

Meanwhile, Dick was staring at Wally in disgust. “Dude, you ate like an hour ago.” Watching as Wally shoved an onion ring in his mouth. “It’s the metabolism. I can’t help it.” Wally shrugged before taking another bite of his second cheeseburger that day. Dick rolled his eyes, “What about those energy bars? The ones Barry eats?”

Wally shrugged “Ate them all already. It’s been a busy day.” Dick simply cocked an eyebrow “We haven’t had a mission in days and all you’ve done is eat today.” Wally went to counter but subsequently couldn’t find a good answer. So, he just went on eating his burger.

A jingle from the bell of the small restaurant they were in drew Wally’s attention away from his food long enough to notice you and your friend walk in. “Whoa” His mouth hung agape. He found you absolutely breathtaking. Watching in awe as you and your friend sat down in a booth across the restaurant. Dick had caught on by now and looked over, “Are you just going to stare or..?” Wally looked back him and shook his head, “What?” Dick grinned, “Are you going to go over there or just stare at them like a creeper?”

Wally blushed, “I’m not being creepy. I’m just glancing.” That made Dick laugh, “Wally West nervous to flirt? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” He rolled his eyes and poked his burger, shrugging “I’m not nervous, I just don’t want to bother them during their meal.” Giving Dick a curt nod while saying that. Dick simply chuckled, “Whatever man.”

It didn’t take long for your food to come. You had gotten one of the special burgers on the menu and fries. Your friend getting a regular cheeseburger. Talking for a bit before taking the first bite. You smiled giddily and did a small happy dance in your seat, causing your friend to laugh.

However, you didn’t notice the red headed speedster perk up after you took that first bit. But Dick did, noticing as Wally’s glances turned into a stare and his muscles tensed. “You alright?” He threw a fry at his best friend. Though Wally didn’t answer and just stood up. Striding over to your table.

“Excuse me?” He stopped and looked at you, causing you and your friend’s conversation to halt. “Umm, hi?” Answering a bit confused, having never seen this guy in your life. “Are you eating the [insert fav burger 😋]?” You just looked down at your food before nodding, “Um yeah, how’d you know? Not many people really get it.”

Wally lit up, “It’s my favorite! And I know because I tasted it! Well not physically, but mentally? Or would it be spiritually? But I did! I tasted it!” It took you a second to realize what he was implying. “Wait” You gawked “Pancakes, french toast, bacon, two cheeseburgers, two corn dogs, fries, onion rings, and milkshake?” Listing off the various food items you tasted that day.

A giant grin grew on Wally’s face before he held out his hand, “I’m Wally West. Your soulmate apparently.” Giggling you shook his hand, “[F/n] [L/n].”

He let go of your with the wide smile on his face “Nice to finally meet you.” Nodding you laughed a little “Nice to meet you too. But Wally?” He tilted his head a bit confused “Yeah?” You looked him up and down, thinking of the various foods you tasted today alone. “How are you so skinny?!”

Wally chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “It’s a long story. I could tell you it? Over dinner?” Smiling you nodded, “It’s a date.”

I quit writing Homestuck meta a long time ago, but I guess the pre-4/13 fervor is infectious, because this popped into my head and wouldn’t go away. So here’s some musings on Homestuck, the ending, and its portrayal (or rather, erasure) of character identity and agency.  

Let’s rewind back several years and a few subsubacts, to the meteor and battleship crews’ not so triumphant arrival in the combined session. Two of the kids’ number have been mind-controlled and forced to work for the Empress. Two have been thrown in prison. One has been banished to the outer reaches of space. The rest have been divvied up and placed on various Lands, given different tasks to be completed for the Empress. Even in beating SBURB and winning the game they have no escape, because she intends to rule the new universe they create… until it spawns Lord English and is destroyed.

Things look bleak. And things look even bleaker when Game Over rolls around, and most of the cast gets exterminated. But wait! John Egbert, Heir of Breath and leader of the Beta session, has gotten his hands on a miraculous artifact supposedly useful as a weapon against Lord English. He now has the ability to travel throughout time and space and to change things that usually cannot be changed. While his friends get wiped out, he fights the “tyrannous author” figure who has been telling their story wrong and wins. Surely with his newfound abilities, he will set things right and lead them to freedom.

Except.  Not really.

Oh sure, John “saves the day”. He uses his retcon abilities to create a new timeline where everyone lives and wins the game. But is it a victory? And did everyone really live?

I’m going to argue that the ending of Homestuck is a tragedy where characters’ identities are frequently ignored or overwritten in order to serve the utilitarian aims of the narrative (and Skaia). I do not make this argument believing Hussie intended it. I think the dip in quality and coherency at the end of Homestuck was the product of an author who was tired of his project, had lost track of a bunch of plot points and characters, and just wanted to be finished. But I do think its treatment of identity is drastically different from the rest of the work and sends some disturbing messages about how “happy” that ending really is.

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The Dullahan’s Ride through Elsewhere

 A short little story based in the fantastic supernatural world created by @charminglyantiquated. Do check out the Faerie shenanigans going down at @elsewhereuniversity; it is amazing.

You hear the thundering hoof beats and shrieking neigh just as the sun is setting. Gan Ceann is riding tonight. You know he is riding for you.

You had been too arrogant, too overconfident to dare remove your golden token this evening, for gold is the only thing that a Dullahan dreads. But she was such a pretty girl, and the time you spent with her certainly felt magical.

It will be the death of you.

You were certain that Elsewhere University would be a place to seek true protection. A clever deal, a well timed act of kindness, a gamble won… the Seelie always protect the ones they favor. You came to seek Their favor. Security that only They can provide against Others like themselves.

No one has ever said why, but in your family, once a generation spanning at least the past three centuries, the Dullahan will ride to claim a soul. Last generation it was your uncle, during holiday. While he slept with his wife. They heard the whinny and sharp metallic clang of the bit in the horse’s teeth too late. Your aunt awoke just in time to hear your uncle’s name called from the severed head. She screamed and Gan Ceann struck her blind in her right eye.

Your uncle’s soul was lost, taken in a hotel room on holiday, for there is no place that is out of the reach of the headless horseman. No gate, no door, no fence, no lock will keep him at bay when he rides.

It could have been one of your cousins now. It could have been your sister, or brother. You came to Elsewhere to stack the deck in your favor, to ensure it wouldn’t be you.

But it is.

Your plan might have worked, but you did not move quickly enough. It was just so nice to finally be away. Away from the daily reminders that the Dullahan still had yet to choose a quarry; reminders to keep your gold coin always safe and ready should you hear the horseman approaching; ongoing, repeating dialogue that reminded you that horrible death would strike your family, and that it was not a matter of “if” but “when.”

Being away from that daily conversation, free to even enjoy the occasional glimpses of some other Others than the one that plagues your family, you chose to dawdle. You thought you would take your time and shop for the best protector. The bargain that would net you the most benefit for the least payment. You are not keen on the stories of students who have hacked away enormous, essential parts of themselves for something, in your opinion, entirely too small, too insignificant. A life is an expensive thing to trade for. You did not wish to live a half life for a little extra insurance. So you waited. Listening. Watching. Learning. Weighing.

But now your time is nearly up.

You still hear him coming, even as your heart pounds in your ears and your straining, panting gasps shudder through the otherwise still twilight. You pause and look about your surroundings frantically, trying to pinpoint the direction the steed’s roaring breaths are coming from. It is the sound of the horse only that you hear, which reminds you that you are still among the living and still have time, however little it may be. You will not hear the voice of Gan Ceann. Not until he calls your true name. Not until he claims your soul.

You catch a glimpse against the deepening blues and purples of the sky: the black silhouette of a rider, holding his head up by its hair to scan ahead while his mount paws at the ground beneath its hooves. The dry grass flares up with each trample, sending orange cinders dancing up into the air. The rider is still too far away, but you imagine the ever moving eyes locking onto yours. In an instant the Dullahan pulls back on the reins, and the jet-black horse rears its head. You don’t stay to watch it resume its menacing gallop. You know the direction he is heading.

You take off again toward the copse at the far end of campus, just beyond the library. It is rumored to have the most activity this late in the day. You need to increase your odds of a meeting. You need to find a member of the Gentry; anyone will do at this point. Any Other you can make a hasty trade with. You grasp at your rucksack and hope what you have will be enough to trade. Enough to barter for your life.

“Gentle Fair Folk, please grant me an audience,” you pray, and repeat this mantra in rhythm with your hurried steps. Once… twice… thrice…

The shimmering glamour around the copse begins to lift, and out of the air directly before you a tiny blue light appears. You hear the tinkling of bells as it bounces in front of you. You skid to a stop just a hair’s breadth away from running into… you aren’t entirely sure. Another tiny bell jingles and you see another dot of blue light zip into being. And then another. And another. You are mesmerized by the dazzling trails they are carving into the deepening darkness, and you realize what they are.

Wisps. Will-o’-the-wisps.

Which is peculiar, even for Elsewhere. Isn’t it rumored that there are no fearie lights at EU? They are conspicuously absent from all the recounts you have ever heard of students being Lost, Taken, or Touched. Maybe this is a Gentry trick. Maybe this is one of the Fair Folk simply taking a more benign form. Maybe these truly are wisps. Maybe you are very lucky.

Or very unlucky.

Regardless… you have your audience.

“Please,” you beg, and drop to your knees to fumble with your bag. “I’ve come to trade. I need The Court’s protection from Gan Ceann, one of the Unseelie. He is coming for me.”

More jingling. You don’t know what they are saying, if they are saying anything to you at all. You remember the iron pins stuck in the lining of your jacket and the salt packets slipped into your socks. Will they help you if you still carry these deterrents? You strip your jacket and toss it away from you, likewise dig out the salt packets and throw them into the bush. The jingling stops and the lights hover. You take it as a good sign. The sounds of the rider’s horse are growing nearer.

You unzip your pouch and dig out a tightly sealed mason jar. “I have sea glass and abalone shells, and pendants of enamel and obsidian. What will you take in exchange for protection from the Dullahan?”

The wisps float before you silently. You begin to feel that the deal is going badly, and you are becoming desperate. At any moment you imagine you will hear your name and you will be dead.

“Please!” you cry, and shake the mason jar in frustration. “I’ll offer you everything I have in exchange for your help! Please!”

The tinkling of the bells resumes, and the tiny Fae line up before you. Tears trickle down your cheeks; you did not realize you were crying.

“Thank you,” you whisper, and get to your feet. You remember to be polite; you must always be polite. You leave your bag and grasp the mason jar tightly as you feel yourself being drawn along a path you cannot see, a path that the wisps are leading you down. You take out your cell phone and flip on its flashlight to help light the ground as you hurry after them.

The glamour lifts before you reach the copse and you know you are now in the realm of The Golden Ones. A too green marshland stretches before you, where the leaves are illuminated from within and the light along their sharp edges seems to march like a scrolling marquee. The land is dotted here and there with old, gnarled trees that have human faces, and nymphs and water sprites dance among the foliage and shallow waterways. A white stag ambles by in the distance.

The scenery seems lovely, but you wonder how being here will protect you from the Dullahan. You expected to be brought to a castle, or a fortress, or some other place with defenses. Maybe just being beyond the veil of the glamour will be enough, you think. No man-made structures can stop a Dullahan; maybe the thin glamour will prove stronger. Or, at least, strong enough.

It doesn’t.

A sudden gust of hot air on your neck makes you shriek, and you whirl around to see the Dullahan and his black horse towering over you. The horse’s nostrils flare and his breath comes out in a burst of fire. Gan Ceann still holds his head aloft by the hair, and its ever moving dark eyes lock with yours. You fall back into the waters of the marsh as the soft, sunken, moldy cheese colored face splits into a horrifying toothy grin, impossibly wide, so wide it literally stretches ear to ear. The mouth opens, and you know the next breath will be your name and your soul will leave you. You do the only thing you can think to do in the split second you have left.

You throw your cell phone at the horse’s feet.

The back flies off and the screen shatters into a hundred shards. The horse rears up and jumps back. The Dullahan head screams. There is no name in his screeching cry. He yanks the reins around, and turns to ride out of the Seelie marshland the way he came.

He is gone. You are alive.

Your breaths come in ragged sobs. At first, you are confused. Relieved, but confused. As you reach for the remnants of your phone, you remember something that you never should have forgotten. If your phone was functional you would query the Internet. “How much gold is in a smartphone?” you would ask. “Enough” is the answer. There is enough.

You remember the wisps and dump your mason jar of treasures out onto the soggy marsh bank beside you to show your gratitude. They surround you while you stand and you thank Them again for their protection.

They are not dancing. They are not jingling, or tinkling, but They are making some airy sort of noise. It bubbles and echoes around you until you realize with horror that it is the tittering sound of laughter.

Your feet are rooted in the marsh. You do not feel them anymore, and do not see the way back to the campus. The luminescence of the marsh has become black, and in the dark all you see are the lights of the wisps and the glowing amber eyes of the trees. The trees with the human faces.

You will be favored here. You will live, and the Dullahan will never claim your soul.

Such is the price of Their protection.

So….it was my friend’s 21st birthday party last night…

- I got there and Raychel was immediately like “Molly are you planning on drinking?” and I was like “Yes duh” and she, deep-voiced, goes “Good. You deserve it. You deserve the world and I deserve to see you get it”

- I forgot that I hate chocolate vodka and got a spiked milkshake at the restaurant

- People were just. screaming about anime. Everyone else in the place must have hated us

- “the asshole is my enemy and needs to be punished.”

- “So…my girlfriend like, bought chloroform?” “Have fun with that.”

- I literally forgot to get her a present whoops

- birthday girl, on her third drink: “Listen I know we’re going  back to my house to drink after this but don’t worry!!! I’m not gonna get that drunk tonight, it won’t be bad”

- l m a o

- we get to her house, immediately start doing shots. I hadn’t touched anything yet bc there was a bottle of electric blue shit and I knew damn well that was going into my body but I was told to wait until people got back with sodas for mixers

- but this guy Patrick who I went all thru grade school with goes “Molly, you’re a real man”, hands me a bottle of whiskey and was like “I feel like my entire childhood was leading up to drinking whiskey with you” and honestly I couldn’t argue??? I felt that way too

- a wholesome experience I’m sure all of our old teachers would be so proud to see us finally bonding and getting along lmao

- Jacqui wanted some whiskey and we’re like “you had two margarita’s at the restaurant maybe not” but she didn’t listen and after she took a shot I had to hide the bottle from her to stop her from having any more lol

- Jacqui, drunk “Mollllly you’re my wiiiiife!”

- Raychel (bd girl) also drunk, across the room “But she’s my alpha husband what the fuck!!!!”

- I was not fucking looking when Raychel’s drink was mixed but it was like. Emerald fucking green. I know it had the sour apple shit vodka in it but idk what else. And then they added food dye and cake glitter so it turned into a galaxy drink holy shit

- Jacqui mixed the blue stuff with sprite and I took a sip and it tasted amazing??? So then I poured my own and I don’t know if I used too much alcohol or too much soda but it tasted like draino I literally had a brief Heather Chandler moment

- Kept drinking it but that’s besides the point

- Now, we need to talk about my alcohol tolerance. It’s high. It’s strong.

- So almost everyone else was drunk out of their asses and I’m sitting there like???? What the fuck???? I want to be intoxicated???? This is hell???? Like at this point I had to have had??? A total six or so shots of vodka and the whiskey and I was FINE and mad about that lmao

- That’s my thing it takes me forever to get drunk and then I get really drunk and blessedly never have hangovers so I can’t really complain I guess?

- But when this happens the logical next step is to drink more lmao Raychel started insisting I share her ridiculous drink with her

- That thing….tasted like everything Jesus died to save us from.

- Also I think I ended up drinking more of it than she did lmao

- Pocket full of sunshine started playing and half the room got turnt while the other half watched in confusion

- I kept trying to take selfies with Raychel and in ever one??? She looks inhumanely gorgeous???? And I look like a goblin???? What the fuck

- At this point I was finally getting drunk so Raychel gave me her phone going “you have my favorite face in the world take so many selfies for me!!!” and….bitch I did. I had that phone for about three hours, barely put it down, loved every single one of my angles for the first time in my life, and I honestly do not know how many selfies of me she’s going to find later lmao

- “I once made an art piece out of my pubic hair but like I lost it in someone’s apartment”

- Garrett, who’s apparently never drank before, whisper-yelling in horror “I took a lot of shots….On purpose!!!! ….I’m sorry,”

- He got very wasted very fast and then went upstairs to sleep lmao

- Raychel started crying telling me I was pretty and I was like “Thanks but you do this when you’re sober so I don’t believe you??” and then her friend who barely talks to me comes over and is like “Honey listen I’m the least drunk person her and you’re gorgeous” and it eventually spiraled into “Molly, CHRISTINA AGUILERA thinks she’s ugly. Lady GaGa- BRITTNEY SPEARS CLEARLY HAS SELF ESTEEM ISSUES EVEN THO SHES A FUCKING SEX ICON. So you’re- OH my God!!! Adam Lambert probably thinks he’s the ugliest fucker in the world!!!!! So you’re beautiful!!!!” and like honestly? Feeling good rn

- To counter this I spent like half the night telling Patrick’s shy and quiet girlfriend Maura that she was the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t leave this poor girl alone she was adorable omfg

- Raychel, the one who ‘wasn’t going to get that drunk’: *spinning wildly, holding 13 conversations at once, constantly yelling about the pubic bone and the vulva, crying about plastic babies in a glitter tube*

- UPDATE AS IM TYPING THIS: Raychel has announced that she found a total of 438 pictures and videos on her phone OH MY GOD @PAST ME

- And that’s only on her phone I got a lot on my phone too and other people had cameras out lord knows how many were taken

- So when I’m drunk I feel a little lightheaded but ultimately fine until I like move a limb and it’s like ‘holy shit my head isn’t connect to my body’ like. so fucking dizzy. At one point I stood and was like ‘who wants to bet I can’t walk to the bathroom’ and someone decided to walk me there lmao

- Someone made glitter bombs out of eggs and we threw them in the street while angrily screaming things like “I LOVE MY FAMILY!” and “WHY DOES EVERY ACTUALLY NICE GUY I MEET HAVE A SMALL DICK!”

- Raychel gave me a tiny ball of clay and I really treasured it but then it broke apart I was so sad

- “Burt Macklin is a fucking bitch!” “Don’t talk to the kitten that way he’s the prettiest cat I’ve ever seen!”

- Jacqui got a slice of cake and then remembered she cannot eat when she’s drunk so I ended up eating. just a lot of cake

- My Little Pony songs were playing on the tv???? I’m still not sure how that got started

- Screaming about Alaska Thunderfuck

- I bet Patrick he’d be the first to puke but he left and I think I threw up in the bathroom???? I’m not 100% positive I did but the fact that I have doubt means he wins unfortunately

- There was one guy there I don’t think I actually got his name but he gave me a great hug when he was leaving. You know when like a bird lands on you and you feel like you’re special and have been chosen???? That’s what the hug felt like lmao

- Someone pulled buffalo chicken dip out of thin air which is my weakness and she told me to have some but like. I put one dipped chip in my mouth and knew it was a mistake. I felt it in my stomach. I hadn’t even fucking swallowed yet it was literally just in my mouth and my body was like ‘bitch can you take a break and let me live!’ omfg

- Since Raychel finally dumped her boyfriend I had no qualms about telling her I didn’t like him and she asked why and I was like “he tried to mansplain Greek mythology to me and he wasn’t even right!!!” and for some reason that made at least five people loose it.

- At the stroke of midnight, Raychel, pointing to the crucifix in the living room. “JESUS….HE’S HERE. HE’S ALIVE.”

- At some point I apparently started drunk texting a few of my friend’s that weren’t there w h o o p s

- Me, trying to explain myself to them this morning “You know, that Easter wine just really gets to me”

- I was stuck in the ‘coming down’ stage for like a million years. Like, still clearly drunk but Not As Bad

- And I was trying to get better before I texted my mother for a ride so like. I spent so long chugging water. I literally don’t think I’ve ever had that much water in my entire life. Raychel’s father and sister kept getting it for me as I continuously told them they were life savers. But it barely helped omfg

- Was definitely still a little wobbly when I woke up for water at like 6:30 but all good now and the hangover skipped over my soul @my genetic makeup bless you

- Fun night though!!! But now I’m off to an Easter family party so…we’ll see how that goes lol

Struck (Part One)

EXO Fanfiction: Fantasy AU
Main pairing - Female Reader x Kim Jongdae/Chen
A mysterious group move into your apartment building and you find yourself drawn to them, one in particular… but is it safe? Who are they really?

AUTHOR NOTE [IMPORTANT] - The is a new fic, but it is basically a spin off from another fic that I wrote called Charred - it can probably be read alone but if might better to read Charred first, the story somewhat leads on and you get much more explanation of the world and the characters! You can read that here.

And for all my Charred readers: surprise!! The world lives on! 
(especially looking at you @pikayeollie!) And big thanks for @kimnamwho who has been my little guinea pig when I first decided to start writing this. Hope you all enjoy!

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‘Do you know what this is about?’

Jongdae looked up from where he had been staring blankly at his hands, and glanced to where Baekhyun was leaning over from his own perch on the chair slightly along from where Jongdae was sitting.

Jongdae shrugged, glancing towards the front of the council chamber, where Junmyeon was talking to a young looking man, who was nodding sombrely back at the Leader. Baekhyun sighed, leaning back in his chair and beginning to twiddle a small spark of light between his fingers.

Jongdae smiled to himself, Baekhyun could never stay still for long.

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Pressure (Jimin x Reader)

“You smell like trash, let me take you out.”

3.2k words, comedy + fluff, jimin/reader, normalverse


For Jimin, they were practically synonymous with a crowded room full of laughter, late night takeout, crummy TV show marathons, shit eating grins, and other things like–

“Truth or dare?”

Yoongi’s giving him that look: intimidating, challenging, merciless. He may as well have just said “dare or dare.” Jimin doesn’t bat an eyelash, trying to look unperturbed.

Apparently, their friend group hasn’t quite let go of the game despite being well past the middle school phase. Well past. But then again, it’s not like the game could ever be completely shunned; sometimes when other things get too overplayed, nothing quite riles up a crowd like an occasional game of Truth-or-Dare

“Dare,” Jimin says simply. He takes a huge gulp of his soda, sets it aside. Afterall, how bad could it be? Yoongi smirks. Memories of past games flash through Jimin’s mind. Okay, it could be pretty bad. But they’re sober right now, so at least no one’s going to be trying to jump off the roof. So not that bad. Comparatively, at least.

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Liam Imagine~ My Little Wolf

Word Count~ 950
Rating~ Good for all audiences
Warnings~  none, just fluff, basically
Pairings~ none
A/N~ HEY! Hope you enjoy! Just wanted to let you know that you look beautiful.
Self-promo~ Instagram: @might.be.lily
Wattpad: @LGBTQPenguins
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Request~  Anonymous said:
Can I get a Liam imagine where the reader is slightly older than him and because he’s the youngest in the pack, she babies him. Like has him sit on her lap, hums a lullaby when he’s resting against her, wipes him mouth after dinner, boops his nose and at first he blushes and goes along with it but eventually he gets a little annoyed but then he starts to call him “my little wolf” and it’s just a submissive button being pressed and he can’t help it because deep down he loves the attention pls xx

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Flashing Lights - Justin Bieber imagine

Request: ‘imagine where you are kinda starting to date justin and you and justin, your bff and his friends are hanging out at the nice guy (it’s the restaurant in la) and being all cute and the paparazzi catches y'all leaving together and he kisses u in the car not realizing the flash

Warnings: maybe some language

A/N: finally, an imagine after a million years


“Hello and welcome to the Nice Guy! What can I start you guys off with tonight?” The waiter questioned, getting out his notebook to write down what we were going to order.

“I’ll take a soda, um Sprite to be exact.” I responded, smiling up at the waiter. Justin ordered the same and now the waiter was waiting on Ryan, my best friend, and Chaz. 

“Guess I’ll take a s—”

“She’ll take a water, as will I and him.” Ryan spoke up, not allowing {Y/F/N} to finish what she was saying. 

“Ryan what the hell is your problem? You’re literally cheap every single place we go!” {Y/F/N} yelled at Ryan.

“Are you paying? I didn’t think so,” He replied, taking his phone out and going through out. Every time we went with them anywhere, it was always an argument. And it was always about something stupid.

“You two goof balls do know that I’m paying, right?” Justin said, easing the tension that was present at our table. 

“See! I told you Justin was paying Ryan but, no! You think you know everything under the damn sun!” {Y/F/N} continued, not seeming to ease up off of Ryan.

“I never said I knew everything, what the f—”

I kicked Ryan in the shin before he continue what he was saying and said that the drinks were here. Ryan rubbed at his shin while the drinks were being passed out. We thanked the waiter and he left, soon coming back to give us the menus. 

“Call me when you’re all ready,” I knew he was hinting at the two dysfunctional lovers sitting across from us but, they assumed he was talking about us or Chaz. Poor Chaz having to deal with all of this.

I picked up my menu and began scanning through it for something that caught my eye. “I think I’m gonna go with the penne vodka. I heard it was good here.” 

“Order what you want. No one is here to tell you you can’t except for Ryan maybe,” Justin rolled his eyes and looked through his menu as well. “Guess I’ll go with the chicken parm. What is everyone else getting?”

“We’ll go with the penne vodka,” Everyone else collectively agreed. The rest of the night would hopefully go smoothly, right?

Justin paid the bill and we all left as a group. {Y/F/N} and Ryan were lying off of each other and not arguing for once—shocker! The paparazzi was already outside waiting for us, well Justin to leave. I already knew they weren’t here for me because I wasn’t the celebrity. The troublesome thing was that Justin hasn’t gone public with our relationship, meaning he hasn’t told the general public we were a thing. Justin told me to exit the building before him in which I did. I wasn’t taking any chances.

{Y/F/N}, Chaz and I got into the car first leaving Ryan and Justin behind. They eventally got in but, we were getting nowhere because the paparazzi was blocking us in, literally. Everyone sat with their designated dates except Chaz, he sat with the driver up front. I sat with Justin and we were just talking about dinner. 

“I had a good time tonight, besides Ryan and your friend bickering but, other night, it was pleasing.” Justin said. I smiled at him, lightly chuckling to myself. Justin went in for a kiss, as did I, not wanting to leave him hanging. The flashing lights outside went rampant outside but, we chose to ignore it. After our kiss was over, I felt a cool breeze blowing into the car.

“Is there a draft in here or something?” I questioned, rubbing my hands up and down my arms for some warmth.

The driver shook his head no, and I was left confused until that’s when it hit me.

“Oh crap, I left the window open!”

Originally posted by princebiebers

A/N: had to add a gif because, why not? new imagines soon to come :)

johnny as a boyfriend

Originally posted by nakamotens

  • oh daddy
  • there i did it @jisoodrinkssopretty are you happy
  • anyway here’s johnny!!!
  • he’s literally so soft like i’ve never seen someone so tol and dorky and precious i just love johnny okay
  • johnny as a boyfriend would probably start awkward
  • like johnny is rlly friendly so i think he’d be the type to have a lot of really close friends
  • but when it comes to relationships he’s actually clueless like he has no idea how to ask you out or treat you the way he wants to
  • you work around nct as a translator and hang out w them whenever they go to other countries

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