#anyway im glad i can finally post them now ^_^

[liquidstar]

new oc batch ready! 8 more of these guys lol. the whole deal with this set is they’re from the artisan guild- lunar flair! intentionally spelled like “flair” as in “style” or “a flare for ____” rather than “flare”

basically all the members of the guild are different kinds of artists with different niches (and varying degrees of diva-ness). it’s pretty easy to tell who does what based on the everything about them, but if you want more info their bios are still under the cut!

Name: Jupiter

Name Origin: The planet of course

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 52

Guild rank: Guildmaster

Weapon: Lightning rods

Ethos (Power): Gigantomachy. He can make himself (even more) giant

Flaw power is based on: His overly protective nature, especially where the guild is concerned.

Notes: Literally the nicest guy ever until you provoke him though

Name: Erinome (Erin)

Name Origin: A moon of jupiter, the exact meaning of it’s name is murky but it can refer to grace or purity

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 13

Guild rank: 2 star

Weapon: A Book.

Ethos (Power): Poetic Imagery. Illusions cast forth by his her poems that change the appearance of the physical environment

Flaw power is based on: Her escapist indulgence in fantasy

Notes: You know, like, the pen is mightier than the sword and all that.

Name: Pictor

Name Origin: The constellation meaning “painter”

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 23

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Giant paintbrush

Ethos (Power): Ardor. He can create three-dimensional things with his paintbrush. However they are not animate or alive.

Flaw power is based on: His conceited nature in regards to his own work.

Notes: Goes to museums to talk about how he could probably do it better anyway

Name: Oberon

Name Origin: A moon of the planet Uranus, it gets it’s name from the king of the fairies in Renaissance literature. Notably in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night's Dream

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 29

Guild rank: 5 star

Weapon: Rapier

Ethos (Power): Fantasia. An illusion of changing his own appearance.

Flaw power is based on: His theatrical nature, of course

Notes: Why is he ourple?

Name: Syrma

Name Origin: A star in virgo, it’s name refers to the train of a garment (Typically worn by actors in tragedies)

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 25

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Giant needle

Ethos (Power): Binding threads. She can create stitches on any solid objects and bind them to each other. Including people- The stitches are manifested energy and do not hurt.

Flaw power is based on: The dependency she often has on bonds- i.e. threads that bind people.

Notes: She makes and models all her own clothes.

Name: Parumleo 

Name Origin: A star in Pisces, it’s name means “small lion”

Pronouns: They/he

Age: 19

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Microphone bardiche

Ethos (Power): Persuasion. If they can make you laugh you’ll temporarily have to follow his orders. Though it’s too weak to call full-blown mind control, and fairly easy to snap out of.

Flaw power is based on: His desire to be liked by others.

Notes: They’re like a lolcat. They can haz cheezburger.

Name: Leda

Name Origin:  A moon of jupiter, the name means swan.

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 28

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Duel ribbons

Ethos (Power): Poise. Complete and utter weightlessness.

Flaw power is based on: Her carefree and utterly absent-minded nature.

Notes: You guys know swan lake right? Well, there ya go.

Name: Styx

Name Origin: A moon of pluto that gets it’s name from the river of the underworld. Yeah it’s also a rock band.

Pronouns: She/they

Age: 20

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Axe-guitar.

Ethos (Power): Vibrato. Powerful soundwaves cast by her axe-guitar

Flaw power is based on: Her brash and blasé attitude

Notes: Calls everyone “baby” or “babe” because they’re a cool rockstar.

#finn's ocs #oc references #finn's art #YAY i finally get to post my funny little artist guys #i feel like its fairly obvious what each persons gimmick is but just for the sake of brevity (for anyone who doesnt wanna read the readmore) #in order #jupiter doesnt have a Specific art bc hes the guildmaster and you can think of him as more of a teacher of sorts #erin is a poet/writer. pictor is obvs a painter. oberon is a thespian. syrma is a seamstress #parumleo is a comedian. leda is a ballerina. and styx is a musician (or straight up rockstar) #since these characters are all like.. trinary characters they dont go all Too much deeper than their gimmicks #but thats why theyre fun to design bc its like. what if [thing] was a guy LOL #also i wanted to try some new stuff out w their designs (like syrmas dimples for example) so i hope they look okay? i hope so... #also leda and how shes literally the least clothed character ive ever made. shes going to catch a cold for sure yeah #parumleo i worry about bc i had a fairly similar color pallet for asterope (but no red) so i hope he still stands out. the lolcat.... #oh also if erin and oberon's powers sound similar that's on purpose too. shes like his protege #i feel like out of all of them though pictor is like the prime example of guy who should be in an artist guild LOL #like the most archetypal. most ppl think of painters when they think of artists #but i wanted different types in there too. #painters writers actors even funnymen and rockstars. they all belong. theyre all weird about creating #anyway im glad i can finally post them now ^_^

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

Part 26 || First || Previous || Next

—Full Series—

Meanwhile Toriel:

(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)

Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

#CHARA WTF DO YOU MEAN “COMPUTER”???? #lol i hope you guys dont hate me for what im doing in the next update. #IS THAT A MAC OS??? #Yes......owo'' #Kris and the Gang are LITTLE now. I've pixelated them and turned them into little game characters! #FINALLY!! #I never thought I would be going so far in the story to explain WHY Kris pulls out their SOUL and opens Darkfountains even when they killed #Berdly in Chapter 2. Pain can make people do horrible things. #Uhhhhhhhhh anyways. :3 I hope you liked it! I made this post a little too long for my liking and didnt get it out when i wanted too- #but thats okay! As long as people enjoy it :) #bread #art #deltarune chara timeline #deltarune chara timeline comic #seriously though #long post #man am I glad I switched over to the limited color palet! It helps me feel alot more relaxed uwu #This is....way over 16 hours of work q-q #chara #asriel #susie #kris #asriel dreemurr #kris dreemurr #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #deltarune #comic #my art

[widevibratobitch]

seeing ppl defend aida blackface 🤢

#ewww #literally what is wrong with yall #i just had a Big Talk with my mother about it and even she finally understood why it's wrong. but seeing people my age #ppl im actually. i think. friends with. say thay 'oh well its different because' SHUT UP NO IT'S NOT lmao its literally not what the fuck #anyway. im honestly glad netrebko is singing that cursed aida in verona rn because at least it brings people's attention to the problem #pity she's blocked me years ago. i would have loved to tag her in some of my salty ig posts 😩 #anyway. im not an activist i just hiss and spit venom on my ig stories and try desperately to talk to ppl in my closest vicinity #but for the love of god. its high time the opera industry acknowledged this. its high time some big opera name spoke up about it #and yes. while it is horrible every time it's done. it is a bit of a different situation when a no-name singer with no power over anyone #performs aida in blackface. like it has been done for years in this particular production people are now waking up on. #because. opera industry is a bitch and there is hundreds of people who'd be ready to kill for a role you get and directors are assholes #but no one can convince me an opera star (🤢) like Netrebko doesn't have the power to say 'no i will not perform in blackface fuck off' #she literally had them change the costume colour for adriana lecouvreur at the met what are we even talking about lol #anyway #yeah #im so tired of people. saying shit on the internet. #im so tired of saying shit on the internet myself lol #but alas. i am Like That and there's nothing i can do about it #people saying Netrebko should be criticised for her Putin connections but 'this is just finding an excuse to hate on her its not her fault' #be like: i can excuse racism but I draw the line at *any other pRoBLeMaTiC thing the bitch has done* #literally fuck off #opera tag #anna netrebko #aida

[redocity]

Hiii i love your writing!! Currently keeping me alive 😩 im begging for some angst hurt to comfort. Maybe something involving abby but ultimately a happy ending?

MOVING ON - E.BUCKLEY

buck was finally taking the step to move out of abby’s apartment, except it’s not exactly that easy.

WARNINGS: buck has a minor breakdown oops, minor abby slander, happy ending

buck x fem!reader II hurt/comfort Il 2.3k Il requests open!

a/n: thank you for the request! і love writing angsty stuff

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Buck had finally decided that he’d had enough.

He wasn’t going to wait for Abby to come home anymore. He needed to move on. It’d been almost five months since she’d left, and five months of the team trying to convince him she wasn’t coming back.

He’d given up trying to convince them all that their relationship was just ‘unconventional’ by now, and after a particularly lonely Friday night he decided it was time to make a move.

"Can you believe it? After five months? I’m finally moving out of her apartment." Buck lugs a half filled cardboard box over to the dining table, dropping it down with a thud.

“I’m proud’a you,” You tap his shoulder with your hand as an indication for him to move, laughing with a roll of your eyes. “Glad you actually got to this point,”

He makes no resistance to your silent instruction, shifting to lean his back against a clear area of the table and watching as you rifle through the box to properly organise his horrible packing job. "I know you were all sick of me moaning about her. I still can’t believe she just up and left me like that."

“It was definitely a dick move, but if we’re being honest here she didn’t deserve you anyway,” You wave off his unspoken apology for talking your ear off for the last few months with your hand.

“I just thought we were really something you know? Then she up and leaves out of nowhere,” Buck sighs. He was sick of her, he was sick of the fact she’d left him with nothing but a half-arsed explanation and an empty promise of them staying in touch.

But sometimes he can’t help but reminisce on how she used to make him feel and believe that maybe she really was going to come home. “She was supposed to be the one, I can’t believe I was so stupid."

“Unfortunately Buck,” You reach over the table to grab the packing tape, it making a harsh noise as you rip off a piece to tape the - now neatly organised - box. “That how real dating works,”

"No, this wasn’t ‘real’ dating. Real dating doesn’t involve her leaving after she said I could move in, she didn’t even say a real goodbye, I had to find out that she wasn’t coming back from an Instagram post of her kissing some random guy in Thailand." Buck’s voice plainly displayed his emotional exhaustion.

He didn’t want to think about Abby anymore, but it was just so hard to get her out of his head when he really thought that their relationship was going somewhere.

“Head up mister,” You tap your middle and index fingers against the underside of his chin with a sigh. “There’s plenty more fish in the sea,”

Buck laughed exasperatedly. He hated that quote, it always felt so insincere. Then again that was probably because he’s used it so many times in the past when turning down his previous hookups who wanted a more serious relationship.

Now he was on the other end of it, and it just felt ironic.

“You just don’t get it, we were a perfect match for each other,” Buck exhales dramatically, turning his head up to the ceiling. "She was beautiful. She was kind. She was smart. Our sex life was perfect, she was exactly who I was looking for but she left. She just up and left."

“It happens unfortunately,” You shrug your shoulders slightly. “Especially with someone who was dealing with so many personal issues like she was,” You give up on your organising for now as you entertain Buck’s want to get everything off his chest.

“Looks like you finally got a taste of your own medicine hey?” Your attempt at lightening the mood a little is met by a roll of Buck’s eyes and a sigh.

You had a point to an extent, he’d never really dealt with a real breakup before even though he’d been with plenty of other women. "What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Everyone’s gotta experience heartbreak at some point, it’s part of your character development,” You mirror the way he’s leaning against the dining table yourself, pressing your lower back against the wood with your arms crossed.

"I don’t think I needed that character development," Buck sighed once again, "I wish I wasn’t experiencing it right now. I just wish she’d call me or even send me something, anything. Tell me she’s not coming back properly you know?"

He’d probably try to convince her into a long distance relationship if she did call him. But he wasn’t going to tell you that part. He was supposed to be moving on.

“I deleted her number from your phone so… she’s not going to,”

“You did what?” You could hear the immediate hurt in Buck’s tone at your confession, demonstrated further by the way his eyes turned to you in astonishment. “Why would you do that?”

“Because, you are trying to physically move on,” You gesture towards the cardboard boxes that are littered around the apartment containing Buck’s belongings. “But you haven’t mentally moved on, you need both otherwise you’re gonna crash,”

Buck hated that you were right.

You were always right.

You always knew what was best for him when he didn’t even realise what was best for himself.

"I hate that all you do is say the right things at the right time."

“It’s a talent of mine,” You nudge him gently with a smile, again trying to lift up the mood a little.

Sometimes he hated that you were so kind too.

Some twisted part of him wished that you would do something wrong, that you would say the wrong thing and give him an excuse to let out all of his pent up frustration without feeling bad about it afterwards.

But you never did. And he didn’t know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Then he started thinking about Abby again, of course he did. She was like a parasite that had burrowed a little cavity in his brain and wouldn’t leave no matter how many times he hit himself over the head.

He’d never had a truly vulnerable conversation with her when they were together. Not without the sole focus being on her or her mother’s health. He couldn’t remember a conversation that they’d had that was actually about his problems.

He couldn’t hate her for that. Of course not. She was going through a lot. But it really put into perspective who was the primary giver of their relationship. And it’s starting to make him question whether it was authentic in the first place.

Did she see it as a proper relationship like he did? Or was she using it as a distraction from all of the stress she had looking after her mother all the time?

He didn’t even realise he was tearing up until a drop of water hit the back of his hand.

“Are you alright?” You turned your head towards him after noticing how he’d gone quiet, his head lowered to a point where you couldn’t fully see the expression on his face.

“I don’t know-” His words said one thing, but the way he shook his head said something else. He was very clearly not okay.

“Buck…” You sigh softly at his tone, sounding a little forced as if he was scared of his voice breaking halfway through his sentence.

“Can I have a hug? Please?” He asked his question hesitantly, no longer trying to hide the wavering in his tone. He felt stupid for feeling like this over something that was seemingly so trivial to him in the past, but right now he didn’t feel like doing anything but crying until he physically couldn’t anymore.

He felt even stupider acting like this in front of you of all people. You’d dealt with enough of his baggage already, and he didn’t want to do to you what Abby had done to him in essentially using you as a human diary.

You don’t hesitate in your answer at all. “C’mere,”

You barely even open your arms before the space is filled by Buck, his head hidden against the shoulder of your t-shirt to hide his expression from you.

You lean your weight fully against the edge of the table as you envelop him into a hug, rubbing your hand up and down his back in your best attempt at physically soothing him as he lets out a soft cry into your shoulder.

A fully grown man crying into the arms of someone half his size because he couldn’t handle a breakup. Who would’ve thought?

The longer you held him the less he felt like he had to be embarrassed about it. Somebody had his back, and he didn’t ever want that to end.

“You’re gonna be alright,” The hand that wasn’t gently rubbing soothing lines over his back cupped the back of his neck, holding his head securely against your shoulder.

You knew he was going to break down eventually. You were just glad he had someone present during it.

"Thank you," Buck whispered to you as he began to calm down, "Thank you so much."

Embracing you felt like home, the first time in a long time that he’d felt like he had support. Like he could be himself.

He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to let go, and for the first time in a while he felt as if everything would be okay.

“Don’t mention it,” You make no move to pull away from the hug once he’s calm enough to speak to you again, content to wait until Buck was comfortable enough to pull away in his own time.

He didn’t seem like he was going to let go any time soon.

“Can we just stay like this forever?” Buck’s voice is muffled against your shoulder as he speaks, and he links his arms together behind your waist. “That would be nice,”

You laugh shortly at the question, your shoulders shaking slightly as you do and in turn jostling Buck slightly in your arms. “I think my legs would give out after a while, you’re heavy you know,”

"They’d get stronger eventually," Buck muttered, "We could work out together. I could train you."

Buck was enjoying this more than he wanted to admit but, as usual, his mouth spoke before his brain had a chance to control it. He was just glad that you hadn’t actually pulled away yet.

“You can’t train me to do anything if you won’t let go,”You continue to laugh softly at his proposition as your hand scratches gently at the hairs at nape of his neck.

“You can just hold me then,” He drops the idea almost immediately under the favour of staying securely in your arms.

He’d never hugged any of his friends like this before, although he supposes he’s never actually wanted to. But here he is nonetheless, and it was probably the most comfortable he’d ever been in his life.

He just wanted to stay in the little cocoon your arms provided him away from reality for the rest of his life, maybe longer than that. The only question was whether you’d entertain his idea of abandoning everything productive you were supposed to be doing so that he could satiate his desire to stay exactly where he was.

“Not standing up,” You shake your head against the side of his with a small chuckle. “My legs are already starting to hurt,”

“On the couch then? We can watch that movie you were talking about,”

“We still have packing to finish Buckley,”

“Tomorrow,” Buck shakes his head as he makes a move to separate himself from you, although not fully as his hands still lay carefully positioned on your sides. “I genuinely cannot do any more packing today,”

You raise an eyebrow at him and he tilts his head at you with a sigh. “Come on, humour me here I’m emotionally vulnerable,”

He slips one of his hands towards your wrist and gives it a small tug, his grip loose enough that if you wanted to pull your arm away from him you could do so with minimal effort. You don’t of course, allowing him to tug you forward until you’re not leaning against the table any more, your weight fully supported on your feet. “We can watch that movie, order a pizza and I can wallow in my emotions for a few hours until I’m mentally fit to continue packing,”

“Sounds like you’re just trying to procrastinate,” You furrow your eyebrows accusingly, but the smile on your face betrays your feigned scolding, just grateful that he was sound enough to joke about his own misery now that he’d actually had the chance to vent his emotions.

“Oh I definitely am,” Buck’s smile mirrors yours emphatically, and he starts towards the living room with your wrist in his hand so you’re ‘forced’ to follow him. “I hate packing, it’s boring and everyone always tells me I’m doing it wrong,”

#9 1 1 #9 1 1 fanfiction #buck x reader #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #asks 🚒 #evan buckley angst #9-1-1 angst

[bugsinshoes]

ok so i just watched @fordtato and @hkthatgffan 's respective videos about their interview with THE alex hirsch and i wanna just say OH MY GOD like SERIOUSLY

im gonna put my thoughts under the cut so theres no spoilers if you havent seen it already (BUT GO WATCH THEM NOW PLEASE !!!) + its gonna be LONG so BEAR WITH ME

ok, so i have MANY thoughts so sorry if none of this is coherent 😭 (this is not in chronological order of when the questions were asked, just me spewing out my totally normal thoughts about this interview so apologies for that)

starting off:

THE BABY IS SHERMIE?!?!?!? IM SO SO GLAD WE FINALLY HAVE CONFIRMATION WE CAN FINALLY LEAVE THIS TO REST !! I WAS RIGHT THOUGH SO HA !!! ACTUALLY SCREAMING !! TIMELINE BE DAMNED (also another thanks to hana, your timeline video is genuinely awesome. i never shut up about it. ever. any time i talk to my friends abt gf and i need to refer to the timeline i go: "IN HANA'S VIDEO-") anyways, i do understand it was a last minute decision on the writer's part of "oh. dipper and mabel need a grandfather, its not ford, and its sure as FUCK not gonna be stan sooo... third brother?" and i do understand alex being like, "oh, this is about ford and stan only having eachother" so i think making shermie younger was a GOOD THING? like, stan and ford had 18 years of just them so shermie wasnt in the picture, so stan and ford technically grew up on their own so ig it works? also, when stan got kicked out, he never got to see shermie grow up, probably only saw him at events when he had to pretend to be ford (post-1983) and as for ford himself, he was too busy in college and gravity falls to really visit the family so... it works! (despite everything)

that aside, lets talk about THE CRUMBS??? like i have some quotes here because i have a LOT to say:

"theyre both so damaged and they desperately need each other" - alex hirsch (talking about stan and ford)

LIKE SUIUHUSHUSH i HATE these brothers SO MUCH (LIES) i cant actually properly express my thoughts because WOW like its clear that they both have their own trauma and they NEED to address it but theyre both too STUBBORN to do so. theyve both been alone for 40ish years so of course they need each other. they grew up by the hip, so theres no surprise that they both need each other (whether they like it or not)

"[ford's] grateful for the forgiveness he thinks he doesnt deserve" -alex hirsch

ford thinks so lowly of himself at times it HURTS. like the lines in the journal about "only then would the freak return a hero" or about his guilt with bill and everything its just so important to his character im so glad we got so much ford content in this interview. like i am EATING ALL THIS UP RN

"[ford] has to always have a mission in front of him, because if he doesnt have a mission in front of him, hes thinking how have i treated people in my life?" - alex hirsch

ford distracting himself with things instead of facing his problems. probably something he had to do a lot, especially with his time in the multiverse. but it really hurts because i can imagine in the 60s, they never had any great coping mechanisms? so i can assume ford was just conditioned to distract himself from stuff so he never learned how to deal with things. and i KNOW in the journal hes like "i meditate!" and im sure that does help somewhat, but it doesnt address the issue itself soooo... sorry ford, but you cant just breathe your way out of everything

ALSO alex calling ford and fiddlefords falling out a "BREAKUP" (air quotes used) BUT A BREAKUP??? this is just adding fuel to my fiddauthor-infested brain rn. i CANT

and alex saying mcgucket is thinking like, "oh i gotta be a better partner" is HEART SHATTERING like the whole talk about fiddleford being "the building guy" who is kind of just there to make machines and please ford. its honestly so heartbreaking because fiddleford loves ford so much he'd leave his wife and child to go to absolute nowhere, oregon and the fact ford is too arrogant to see fiddlefords admiration and overall love for him its just IUIUAHHAS

and i do wanna say, i KNOW bill played a big part in this, by stroking fords ego and buttering him up with his kind words because he knew exactly what ford wanted to hear and that really affected how ford and fidds' relationship was like but THATS A TOPIC FOR ANOTHER TIME. all i know is that ford isnt entirely to blame, but he still is a massive arrogant asshole and he wasnt the best person to fidds at times (love him tho <3)

but im actually so happy because this interview sheds SO much light onto FORD bcs we BARELY got to know him, and hearing it from MR HIRSCH HIMSELF is just so good because we KNOW its a reliable source because its coming from ALEX YK??? like he wrote ford so he probably knows "oh yeah, that man is guilt-ridden as FUCK" and im so glad we get some crumbs of this guy i cant get enough of him !!! (impatiently waiting for the book of bill)

ANNNDD THE TALK ABOUT MAYBE GETTING A SEA GRUNKS SPINOFF/MINISERIES??? I WOULD EXPLODE GENUINELY ANYTHING WITH MY FAVOURITE OLD MEN PLEASE !! i would genuinely love to see more of their dynamic and how everything is after weirdmaggeddon and like dealing with trauma and UGHHH i would kill for stan/ford content PLEASE

also...

hippie ford.

hippie. ford.

i am never getting over this (im internally SCREECHING)

ANYWAYS THAT WAS MY RANT ABT MY FAV THINGS FROM THE INTERVIEW THAT WAS A LOT GODDAMN

im genuinely so happy with all the questions that got answered, as well as getting some deeper insight into characters and stuff. IM NEVER GETTING OVER THE AMOUNT OF FIDDAUTHOR CRUMBS YOU GUYS

im gonna end this by saying another MASSIVE thank you to hana and hk !! you both put so much effort into your respective videos and it was super super cool !! this was totally worth the wait !!! :D

#yapping #gravity falls #god that was an amazing 2 hours of my life #time to rewatch them again and again until the book of bill releases #btw hana if youre seeing this i loved your puppets #they were very silly #also cant wait for that rob interview. super hyped

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Could you do another story where Hobie Brown gets a death like Gwen Stacy (hobie brown x female reader btw)

THANK YOU AND I LOVE LOVEEEE YOUR STORIESSSSS 😻😻

I needed this angst. I don’t know if you meant like reader being the dead one or reader being like there to help him? So I just made the reader the dead one 😭 BUT OFC IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY STORIESS

Character death, angst, instead of the lizard it’s a symbiote

Death

Hobie has never handled death well. He’s gone through so much of it, his uncle, some random people on the street he couldn’t save, you.

Hobie doesn’t like to talk about it either, which is why not a lot of people knew. Except for Pavitr maybe, who was there to help him when he needed it.

Hobie could’ve saved you, it’s his biggest regret every single day not saving you.

He missed waking up next to you, or hearing your voice. The only way he remembered your voice was when he’d lay down at night, scrolling through his phone.

ding

Spider squad

Gwendy🥁- you guys up for a movie tomorrow?

Hobie swiped up on the notification, ignoring it for now.

Pav 👾- Sure, what movie?

He groaned in annoyance at the notifications and swiped up again. His phone was cheap and didn’t exactly have a do not disturb option or even a silence button.

Miles🤺- Sure (￣▽￣)

Gwendy🥁- Hobie?

Pav👾- He said he’s busy tomorrow):

He stopped swiping at the notifications and thanked Pavitr in his head.

He was lying, Pavitr would probably be in his universe any second now-

“Yo, Hobie!” He called out, knocking on the door to his boat.

Hobie groaned again, standing up and answering the door.

“Hey man, what’s up?” He said tiredly, leaning against the doorway with his arms folded.

“I was just wondering if you’re okay. You weren’t answering-“ he showed Hobie his phone an the messages.

“Oh, yeah, I was sleepin’. Sorry.”

Pavitr gave him an “are you serious?” look. He saw right through him.

“I’m fine.” He shrugged and opened the door more for Pavitr to come in. He stepped through the messy floor, avoiding the canned bottles and glass bottles of beer just thrown onto the ground.

“Hobie.. you need to clean up.”

—————————————————————-

After the whole cleaning his boat thing, Pavitr said he had to go and finally Hobie was left alone.

He changed out of his jeans, shirt and jacket, and quickly started to go back on his phone.

His fingers stopped when he stumbled onto a post.

“We miss you so much. It’s been one year tomorrow. You’ll be forever in our hearts.”

Underneath there was a picture of you smiling widely, Hobie standing next to you with his hands on your back, with a small smile, looking at you with his eyes full of love. Along with your friend and her boyfriend next to you both.

Scrolling down some more he came across a photo of just you two. You were both smiling, and then in the one under, kissing.

He stared at the photo for a while, smiling at it slightly. Then he remembered that you were gone. You could never come back. And he should have checked on you.

It was senior prom, Hobie rambled off in your ear about how much he hated these things.

“You’ll be fine, Hobs.” You put your hand on his.

“It’s not that, you know, the public school system is-“

“Underfunded and treats kids poorly, and is worse than a prison? It’s okay to be nervous.

He stayed silent for a moment.

“Yeah, you’re right. Who cares anyways? We’re gonna be the schools hottest couple." He said with a small smirk on his face, you smiled and kissed him.

“No kissing in my car!” Your friend joked, making you all laugh.

Once you reached the school, you all stepped out and went inside, paying of course.

After an hour you felt odd… you looked down at your arm and saw a liquid goo climbing up your arm.

“Hey, hobes, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.. okay?”

“Yeah.” He said, giving you a small kiss before you left.

A few minutes later, That’s when a giant creature ran towards them all, everyone screaming and yelling.

Hobie narrowed his eyes and quickly changed, and fought the creature. The creature growled at him, and almost seemed like it was trying to not fight him. The creature put its hands up, the color on it turning a gray.

Hobie furrowed his eyebrows, and stopped what he was doing.

For some time, you regained control over it, until it started to get angry. It wasn’t you, it was like it was controlling you. The creature said “Stop.” In a deep voice

You suddenly no longer had control, and the creature started to attack your boyfriend. you desperately pleaded against it.

A ton of cop cars and ambulances made loud noises, making the creature stop and turn, the noises of the cars rang out and hurt the creatures more sensitive ears.

The creature slithered away, your body going limp and falling to the ground, Hobie catching you first.

“Wh… no, no, no, no, no, no.” He quickly held you now, on the floor.

“Hobie.. it’s not my fault. Hobie-“ you grabbed onto his suit tightly, he shushed you.

“I believe you, love. Sh. It’s okay..” he mumbled. “Stay with me, yeah? I’ll get you home.” He said, as quiet and calm as possible.

You looked at him, with a small smile and your hand was now on his cheek. He leaned into it and smiled.

“I love you.” You mumbled quietly, and that caused his eyes to go wide. Your eyes started to close and Hobie slapped you lightly.

He cried out your name, and the cops caught him doing so.

They were about to shoot when he ran away, giving you one last glance.

He would never forget that day, or the days he spent without you. His graduation, when he bought this place, when he got invited to the spider society shortly after.

Hobie brown had always been bad with death, but especially bad with handling yours.

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#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spider punk #spider punk x y/n #spider punk x reader

[urlocalfaggot]

Hi! Can i request a platonic saiki k x reader? Like the reader is a transfer student who kinda acts the same as him, like their very quiet,seems emotionless most of the time and doesn’t smile often but their really sweet and is probably the one who nags him the least (and buys him jelly coffe :3) idk just some cute shit i thought of, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!

ive never written a platonic kind of thing but im all up for a challenge! :)

Fandom: The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Character: Kusuo Saiki

platonic

Just Like Me

Today was (M/n)'s first day at PK Academy. Any normal person would be scared or even excited but (M/n)? He was neutral. Didn't hate it but didn't love it either. And now here he was walking into the gates of his new school. In class, there were a bunch of people talking about yet another new transfer student. The teacher walked in, silencing the chatter. "Alright class, we have a transfer student. I expect you to treat them with respect. You may come in." The (h/c) haired male walked in. "Hello, im (M/n) (L/n)." He then walked straight to an empty seat, Not even waiting for the teacher to tell him where to sit. 'He seems.. normal' a certain pink haired male thought.

It has now been some time after the (h/c) haired male transferred to PK Academy and needless to say, Saiki wasn't annoyed by this new student. The other ones... well that's different. But so was (M/n). He wasn't loud or obnoxious or anything. He was calm, normal, and quiet. Although, because of this some people describe him as boring or even at times, emotionless. But not with Saiki. When (M/n) is with Saiki he is something different. A sweet, kind, fun person. Someone who can be fun without having to yell. Him and Saiki are usually seen together at cafes or even sweet shops. The first time they went Saiki ordered some coffee jelly. (M/n), not having heard of or seen coffee in jelly form, was curious as to what it is. "Hey Saiki, what does coffee jelly taste like? I've never had it." The pink haired male looked up at the (h/c) colored male then back to his coffee jelly. He slid one cup of coffee jelly towards the boy, "Try it. It's good." (M/n) took a bite and enjoyed the jelly treat. He bought Saiki some more as a thanks. As they were walking home (M/n) said something, "Hey Saiki, aren't you glad you finally have a normal friend? Haha" This made the pink haired boy stop for a second. 'He thinks we're friends.. I'm.. glad' "Mhm".

AA FINALLY I GOT ONE OUT. I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A WORD LIMIT I WAS TRYING TO POST THIS FOR LIKE 2 DAYS 😭. anyway hope you like it!!! sorry if it wasn't what u wanted 😵‍💫

#saiki k x male reader #the disasterous life of saiki k #male reader #x male reader #platonic #the disastrous life of saiki k x male reader

[lains-reality]

hey lain! im so sorry if this post is long asf but i just spent like 25+ minutes reading your posts and replies to anons. i (well ego, actually) has spent every day since she learned about non-dualism seeking something that would "click." she was desperately trying to find what she needed to do to realize self, because as much as she told herself in her mind that she understands non-dualism, she really wasn't understanding. so anyway, she basically just had this feeling of "i'm done trying. this is exhausting and i'm so damn tired of this. there's nothing to try. the fact that i desire things and want to understand things etc., is all irrelevant." so with that, she started scrolling thru your posts, reading them fully rather than skimming them (she's lazy and doesn't like reading all the way, she always just skimmed long posts💀💀)

she just wanted the most simplest understanding on what to do and now she knows that it's literally just to stop identifying with ego. so i, my actual self, literally does not need to ask questions. i do not wonder what to do, all thoughts of "what do i have to fix" is ego. i do not have to convince ego that i am not her because... she isn't real and self doesn't think anyway, so anytime i have one of those exhausting mind battles where i think i'm telling ego that everything is fake and an illusion, i just need to remember that both of those thoughts are literally the ego. so feeling like i need to read more information, or i need to convince myself of something, will always be the ego, not ME. ALL THAT I NEED TO DO IS NOT IDENTIFY WITH EGO.

and let me tell you, i paused reading for a sec to "test it" (not necessarily testing anything but i was just getting into the feeling of not identifying) and i genuinely felt the difference. like i felt what i was supposed to, the freedom and desirelessness yk? every thought in my mind, every feeling i had, any desire i was thinking about "getting" i just said quietly said in my head, not me. that's all ego. and i didn't bother convincing or reassuring myself like "see its just ego so relax, okay i don't need to worry. i'm not ego! remember that!" because the only thing that ever needs reassurance is ego, and reassuring her is identifying with her. i didn't bother trying to "believe" anything because i knew anything further was ego. and if i am not ego, it is absolutely pointless to do anything more than just observe the thoughts and let it pass. i'd be holding my own self back from freedom by doing anything more than observing and letting it pass.

basically i just wanted to share that, because i got this giddy and relieving feeling because i know exactly what i need to do. it's not even something i "need to do", it's not a process, it's just a simple look at anything that makes me feel not free or like i'm desiring and thinking "not me, just ego." and moving on! i already feel less stressed because i'm not trying to achieve desires, i don't feel desire, ego does, but i'm not her so i don't have to fix it or remove the desire, i just let it pass on. i feel so relaxed now and just empty (in a good way. i'm emptied of hopelessness, desire, confusion) the "click" ego wanted so bad is basically this. and its so SIMPLE. i know that the habit of identifying is still kinda there for me though, but understanding the simplicity of this now and not feeling the need to search for "what to do" is gonna make it so easy to break the habit once and for all. thank you so much for your posts lain sincerely. i might delete tumblr to avoid the ego's habit of mindlessly opening the app and scrolling for hours cuz she thinks she needs to find the secret krabby patty formula to realizing self but at the same time your page brings such a comforting and safe feeling that i love 💙💙💙

i'm so glad you understand! it's good that you finally practised, you can read everything and get nowhere if you don't take the leap ♡

keep going!

#lainsmail #update me if you like!

[prince-liest]

Your last 666 series installment is the best thing that happened to me. Its full of gore, somehow fluffy and wait-.. do I finally see some FRICKING COMUNICATION between the two idiots!?!?!

Ngl, Vox's 'Alastor not being able to love' statement hurt my soul. Your writing is brilliant and and let's just see what ending ya wro-..O MA LORD IS THAT VAL'S LOVE POTION!?!?!?!?

Now I need to know what's next!!!! And VOX I SWEAR IF U USE THIS SITUATION IN ANY WAY IM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE.

This series is a blast♡ love it!♡ makes me weirdly passionate and excited hah!

Some communication, and some communication failure, hahaha. They're going to be talking a lot more in the next one, actually, because I meant to write some NSFW and they had to go and attempt a healthy conversation instead. What can you do.

Thank you so much, I'm delighted that you're enjoying! :D

And: Way more anon asks about the latest 666 getting answered under the cut! <3 I combined a bunch from the last couple of days.

prince, I'm going insane over the latest fic. so we know from Alastor's inner monologue that he knows the roofie was an accident, but considering the super stressful situation, the fact that Vox was the one to ask for a kiss and the fact that Alastor accused him of wanting instead of loving him not a few minutes ago…. makes me wonder if Vox might not be at least a little worred that Alastor might think it was on purpose <3 gonna be rotating this in my head for the foreseeable future - ��

I am so glad that these things are on y'all's minds, hahaha. Because you can bet they are on mine. >:D And THANK YOU, very pleased to be dragging everyone down into insanity with me.

“Should I stitch together the scars your teeth left in me in a mirror of my own signature on your body.” Fucking. POETRY. 🐈‍⬛

I am always so happy when I write shit like this and instead of everyone pointing at me and going, "Look, what an EDGELORD!" the response is you people being VERY nice and leaning into the feelsy fun! 💛

holy moly ??? i love the new 666 addition aaaah 😭🙏 the trials and tribulations of feeling scorned and ghosted by a loser who confessed his love to you and the next time you see him he’s holding your LITERAL heart in his hands by alastor ! OMFG this was too good esp the part where vox is like “bro why do YOU CARE ?? i thought you didn’t love me huh?” and alastor is like well. maybe i.do. 😐 LIKE CMONN this really played out like some soap drama and i loved the neat details on resuscitative thoroctomy (learned a new word too so double bonus) the fact vel was on the line w her and val’s apparent surgeon for val’a little ‘incidents ??? GOLDEN I SAYY hope we see more of ur oc … 🫣🫣 btw ofc vox would love to an end an argument with a kiss OF FUCKING COURSE HE WOULD 😭 thank u sm for this chapter princeliest my dear <3 hope life is treating u well too !! -🦌

Vox is ahead of Alastor in terms of effective in-the-moment conflict resolution, but goddamn if he isn't fucked up in his own fun little ways. They're so not done with most of these issues, but at least they're on they're way to maybe be able to have a real conversation about them!

You know. If they chose to do that kind thing. Instead of whatever they will probably do instead.

Anyway, THANK YOU!! I had a great deal of fun writing this chapter and digging into some of the issues that have been slowly collecting underneath the surface of kinky radiostatic, so I'm happy you guys are enjoying as well!! :D

AS FOR MY OC... I WILL POST ABOUT THEM SOON. I LOVE THEM A LOT AND IT EXCITES ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THEM. Tysm for asking Q^Q

Just read the new addition to the 666 verse, and inside of me are two wolves: The first is saying: Immaculate, artistry of the highest form. We finally get Alastor’s own confrontation with his vulnerability and him trying to figure out what exactly the relationship with Vox means to him. Cannot wait for how this all is going to develop. The other part of me: THE BREADCRUMBS WORKED THE MUSE IS WRITING!!! Followed by this image (since tumblr won’t let me attach it while being anonymous) https://i.redd.it/hx2shk642vs71.jpg -🕊️

LMAO THAT PIC. Amazing, flawless, thank you. The breadcrumbs DEFINITELY worked, please keep feeding. Digging into Alastor's shit is bringing me life and I'm happy to share it, hahaha. We're swinging even harder on the introspection in the next one!

As a sucker for medical gore and aroace angst, I lack the words to express my love and appreciation for your most recent installment of 666, but your writing of radiostatic's dynamic was captivating and proved to be such a lovely read as always! I loved that you touched on Alastor's relationships with the women around him as that has always been such an interesting aspect of his character to me! I never really put much thought into how Vox's apparent avoidance of Alastor in the show could mirror Alastor's disappearance, and now it will Not leave my mind. My heart hurts for these two dorks, super looking forward to chapter 2!

"Medical gore and aroace angst" should be the title of my memoir. Honestly, this series has ended up a lot more edgy-bloody than I expected it to, since I usually tend to prefer to portray my whump/angst/violence/etc in a much more roundabout way, but it's actually kinda tipped over into, like... part of the point is how banal it is, how beside the point. The upsetting heavy-hitting bits aren't the blood, they're everything else that goes on around it. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 I think your heart will find some relief in chapter two, haha, I hope you enjoy!!

Meanwhile alastor, completely convinced that there’s no situation where vox actually loves him and is happy with the way things are—either vox wants more and is going to start asking for more, or he doesn’t actually love him and just wants to have sex with him and thus either way he is a Liar. They’re so fucking bad at this. No one is capable of being the adult here. I think they need an auspitice.

It's really funny that you said that, because that is kind of exactly the role that [spoiler] ends up playing, though in a more roundabout way, hahaha. They certainly need someone to, like, get them to be having the same conversation with each other instead of two parallel ones. I think the fun thing about writing Alastor reacting to his own feelings is just how much his reaction can change based on how things are framed for him, and it leaves a lot of wiggle room for how differently I've ended up writing him reacting to the season 1 finale in 666 vs in Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy.

But, god, you really nailed the description of what Alastor is feeling. <3

Vox in the latest 666, my ENTIRE HEART. Literally nothing about how he read the situation was a bad take or a leap to conclusions, but alastor constantly says the opposite of what he means and refuses to admit vulnerability or friendship and what the hell else was vox meant to do with that, of course he backed off, they need to have this talk so badly

YES, PRECISELY! Like, I hope it came through that really neither of them was completely crazy to react the way they did! It's a result of how much of their communication has been nonverbal, implied, and talking around things - they'd been doing so well up until this point, but there's only so far that can take you before you start thinking that you're on the same page when really you're reading two completely different books! Thank you sm! <3

‘But I am capable,” Alastor says gently. “I love you very much.” Vox gapes up at him. “...I. Fuck you.” His voice is tight, strained. “I don’t fucking believe you.” Alastor feels his smile thin. “Well. That’s just dandy, then, isn’t it?”’ I AM NOT OK GOING FUCKING FERAL

Probably one of my favorite lines to write, ehehehe. THANK YOU ANONNNN <3 It's kinda interesting to see how differently some people read this. Some folks thought Alastor was saying it to hurt Vox (which is how Vox read it). Some folks thought it was true (how Alastor intended it). Some folks thought Alastor was trying to fit into the mold that he thought Vox wanted from him (how I intended it). All of them make sense as readings! >:)

#ask #personal #Anonymous #black cat anon #sparkle anon #deer anon #dove anon #t #long post #tumblr if you break the cut on this one I'm gonna fuckin cry #answering 9 asks in one post here

[rileythelonelyalien]

Dottore x GN! Reader

A/N: Heyy !! im so glad to see such a wonderful response to my previous post I very much enjoyed reading the comments lol. Anyways here is a fluffy fic that is based around the reader making Dottore a scarf, I have more characters in a similar scenario as this in the works so I'll try to post those soon !! I hope you enjoy the fic :))

want to read the Pantalone version?

Being brought to Snezhnaya you had to get used to the cold , one of the ways you did this was developing a new hobby. You had taken the time to learn how to knit although painstaking and your fingers were slightly sore after practising you had managed to learn the ins and outs of the basics. Your first practice project was a scarf of your own , however after you had finished your scarf you eagerly began a new project: a scarf for your lover. It did get pretty cold in his lab , and whenever he went to his business meetings he would always come back and complain about the Snezhnayan climate. So you decided to maybe solve this problem of his. 

You had set out and procured some of the softest yarn you could get your hands on for his scarf , you weren't about to knit him an itchy scarf no-siree. As you sit down on the shared bed you set out your materials , as you start your project you hum to yourself enjoying how calming this new hobby was. The yarn was snuggly wrapped around your fingers as you maneuvered the yarn around the needles slowly but surely making steady progress , you couldn't help but feel excited to see how your lover would react to such a gift. 

After a few weeks of dedicating yourself to this project you were finally done! Although you did have a few close calls of Dottore almost catching you and your top secret project. Luckily you have been able to hide it just in time whilst keeping Dottore’s suspicion low. How exactly you managed to do this successfully is beyond you , but you knew better than to question it. Back to the present as soon as you had finished you did a quick overview of the scarf looking at every stitch checking and making sure it was absolutely perfect he deserved nothing less. After you were sure that everything was up to standard you cleared up your materials hurriedly and took the scarf holding it close to your chest as you rushed out of your bedroom and walked down the many halls that lead to your lover's lab. The closer and closer you etched closer towards his workplace you could feel an involuntary soft smile make its way onto your face. You couldn't contain your excitement as your paces fastened with every step you took , almost bursting from anticipation of his reaction. Alongside the smile on your face you could feel your heart begin to skip a beat , my goodness you were certainly very in love with this man.

 Once you were outside his lab , just by the doors you stood there. A wave of anxiousness came over you, the hand that was lifted to knock on his lab doors hesitated suspended in the air , waiting for any indication of action to be taken. With this sudden rush of anxiety , unwanted thoughts begin to swarm your mind ‘what if he's super busy with work? What if I'm going to disturb him and mess everything up? What if he doesn't even like the scarf?.’ All these thoughts were redundant yet you still couldn't help but let them consume you. Your hand lowered itself as it now dangled next to you almost limp as your previous enthusiasm began to slowly drain away. How could you feel so helpless it's just a scarf and it's making you feel like this ? It was simply ridiculous. Before you had the chance to turn back and attempt to gift him this scarf at another time the doors to his lab begin to open as you can hear the familiar voice of your lover leak into the hall , as well as the blinding lights from within spilling into the hall and illuminating your face. Your breathing hitches as you begin to panic , almost instinctively you hide the scarf that was held to your chest behind you back. 

What you didn't see coming was that Dottore was so preoccupied with his thoughts and assumed that no one would be standing right Infront of his lab doors he almost bumps into. He let out a slight exclamation of surprise when he realised that it was his beloved who was standing outside his lab ‘Oh? My dear, what brings you to my lab? Were you looking for me , is there something bothering you my love? Hm~?’ Although his eyes were covered by his mask , by the way he held you and the tone of voice he was using you could just tell that his eyes were giving you the softest look he was able to give. Just imaging that made your cheeks heat up. You manage to give him a response ‘ nothing is wrong my love i - …. I just came to visit you is all , I was feeling awfully lonely without you’ Although there was some truth behind what you had just told him, Dottore found it obvious that you were trying to conceal something. His hands which were currently holding your arms that were leading towards your back , he slithered his hands down to your waist as he leaned closer. With this sudden action you could feel your body grow warm as you felt quite flustered, you hadn't expected him to be so touchy straight off the bat. You were right to be suspicious of his actions as you could feel Dottore's hands find your own which were gripping onto the scarf that you had made for him. Without a second to spare the scarf is gently taken out of your grasp as he pulls away from you to be able to examine what he had just taken from you. He pushes the lab door open wider to let more light through to be able to fully observe the item , you glance inside the lab to see some of his clones working , they manage to catch you and you send them a small smile and the clone enthusiastically responds by blowing a kiss in your direction . You couldn't help but chuckle at this to yourself. 

However you are brought back to the situation at hand when you hear Dottore clear his throat in a quite obvious manner in order to gain your attention again. He rubs the scarf in between his fingers feeling the softness of the yarn ‘So … who is this garment for ?’ you let out a nervous laugh , before you answer his question ‘well- it's for you , I've been learning how to knit and since you always say that it's too cold I thought that I would make a scarf for you to use’. After you had said this Dottore's suave demeanour completely vanished. He brought his hand up to his mask as he lifted it up  to be able to make direct eye contact with you. His beautiful crimson eyes , surrounded by scar tissue, were watering ‘my love…’ was all he could breathe out before bringing you into an almost bone crushing hug. He whispered into your ear ‘ My dear I will cherish this scarf for as long as my body continues to live , I shall wear it to show of your exquisite craftsmanship’ As soon as he had finished praising you , he began to leave an abundance of kisses all over your face , gentle yet firm kisses all grateful to have a partner who has taken the time to gift him something. It had always been him spending hours in his labs working for others creating things for them and now the tables had turned , he was now on the receiving end for once. He was overjoyed that it was you as well , his first gift ever was given to him by his beloved. 

However only one dilemma now prevailed , the clones were bound to get jealous and come and find you to ask for you to make them scarves too , and of course you obliged , soon enough you had made countless scarves but you didn't mind it was worth seeing their cute reactions each time , why were you so worried in the first place?

#dottore #dottore x reader #genshin x reader #fatui harbingers #genshin dottore #genshin impact #genshin fandom #genshin fanfic

[strwberri-milk]

Heyoo! Btw your posts r great and r the only things currently keeping me sane. Anyway, can we get headcannons of Kaeya as your seat mate that has a crush on you??

P.S.

Stay hydrated !!!

thank you for the compliment!! i started writing again bc i was losing my mind so im glad i can provide that comfort for others <3

From the first day of classes, Kaeya didn't seem to care much. You happened to sit next to him and he kindly moved his things over, offering you a slight smile when your eyes met. You went over the general icebreaker things with the professor and the rest of the class. It was then that he learned your name and favourite colour, for some reason keeping that in mind over the way the course would be weighted.

Considering that it was a bit of a smaller class it forced the two of you to interact more than in other classes he would typically have it meant he go to know you more. Sometimes you would finish your partnered assignments or discussions early, leaving a bit of an awkward silence he would keep scrambling to fill.

Sometimes he'd even bring you snacks or treats, claiming he grabbed too many on his way out and had to get rid of them before they melted. They were fancy ones too, ones you felt a little bad taking but he would insist, practically shoving them into your bag until you would just concede and take it. He was so nice you couldn't help it, paying him back with coffees or something else that he would insist he didn't need. Sometimes, he'd even say your smile was all he needed as payment, laughing at the way his flirty words got under your skin.

You thought that he was just trying to make a friend just for class, not really sure what would happen once the semester came to a close. He wasn't thinking about that right now though - all he could focus on was how antsy he would get if you weren't already in the room, eyes constantly drifting over to the door to see when you'll come through.

With this being the winter semester, it meant you were dressing for comfort, not fashion. You came to class in baggy hoodies and pants tucked into boots, Kaeya loving how cuddly you looked in them. He wanted to give you his sweaters, see how you'd look in them and then maybe take you out for hot cocoa. Or ice cream. You'd mentioned wanting some, much to his dismay at the sight of the weather outside. You always just looked so comfortable, and he wanted nothing more than to put you on his lap and spoil you with attention.

However, he forgot that shifting weather meant shifting wardrobes. You didn't fail to impress, Kaeya having to pick his jaw up off the floor the first time he saw you dressed for fashion, not comfort. He had to pay you a compliment, loving the way you averted his gaze shyly and stuttered a thanks.

He hates that he only sees you for a little over an hour at a time every couple of days, wishing that he had the courage to ask for your number. With the semester warming up that meant the arrival of the end of the year, and neither of you were taking the spring semester.

The last few weeks of the semester were him hyping himself to ask you out, glad that the final assignment gave him an excuse to get your number and see you more often. He would often lay in bed, trying to piece together the perfect words to ask you out. He was thinking of giving you a gift, or maybe calling you to ask you out like that but nothing seemed to work.

When the two of you worked on the assignment together he would constantly tease and flirt with you playfully, gauging your reaction to see if he could determine if you'd reject him. It seemed safe, but he could never be too sure, pretending he needed a lot more help than he actually did to keep your attention on him.

Time flew by and to his dismay, the end of the semester was among him. With the final project submitted that meant you two no longer had a functional reason to stay together. The last day of class was bittersweet for you, wishing you had the guts to ask him out as Kaeya agonized over what to tell you.

The class he normally had after this was cancelled as the prof finished early, meaning he was able to spend some more time with you before going home. You could sense that something was weighing on his mind but you had no idea how to prod, more focused on trying to figure out how to ask him if he'd be okay with you texting him despite no longer having class anymore.

When the two of you were about to part he finally managed to spit it out, holding your hand and asking you so sweetly if you could find the time to go out with him to celebrate the end of the semester, his treat. He reailsed a little too late that the invitation sounded too friendly, rectifying it by telling you he wanted to take you out to dinner and see where the two of you go. Kaeya looked so hopeful and truth be told this was the best way you could have imagined the semester ending so you nodded happily, practically skipping away as Kaeya grinned to himself.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya fluff

[zuureleena]

i drew the mercs, miss pauling, admin, and my tf2 oc on the plane to uni 😭

i did all of these a week ago and completely forgot to post them HAJAHAH miss p, the admin, and a rlly simplified ver of my tf2 oc miss lynn!! (zoey lynn hehe + js rambles abt her) under the cut

IM ACTUALLY REWORKING HER DESIGN RNNNN bcs i made her on the sims 4 LMAO and realised how much better and concise she looked, but i really wanna try and make her look like someone you'd js see irl? sooOOo tryna make her also recognisable from silhouette alone and blahablahblah tho she isn't the kind of character that would rlly make too much of a difference in the tf2 universe

i js wanted to make a loveable character LMAO who'd have more of an impact on the relationships and kinda the story?

i liked the idea of miss p having an extroverted bestfriend who's also her wingwoman bcs miss pauling is obvs an awkward lesbian mess who needs help in the love department, and vice versa bcs zoey is into scout and miss pauling is js so glad to have him move on n realise that they r better as friends!! and that he needs to be with someone who isn't annoyed by him 24/7 (IM SORRY, LWNAKS MY SELF-INSERTEDNESS GOT IN THE WAY HAHAHAHA I CANT HELP IT) also, i haven't rlly thought of any orientation for zoey... i'm thinking of her js being a het woman or js whatever u wanna interpret her as!! cuz her sexuality isn't a core thing abt her

she's an absolute harbinger of chaos who'd do anyt for money and some company (this girl has been hella lonely n stressed out of her mind and i'll explain why in an oc post🤭🤭) and even tho she never outright admits it, she does enjoy the freedom of violence she gets to have as a mann co assistant 😭 (which will ALSO make sense when i explain her background to u guys later on)

and bcs of her long experience w shady bosses and asshole customers she's had to deal within all the jobs she's had, she catches onto the administrator's whole thing with the australium fairly early into the job, but she's in tooooo deep now and is like "damn. do i get myself out of this fucked up job (that i am fucked up enough to actually enjoy) or do i stay bcs i literally have everything i've ever wanted....shit." like,, she did say she'd do anyt for money but at the cost of what 😭 [also MAN i wish we got that final comic so i can js make zoey's suspicions make sense??!?@ but in a way it js works bcs it's js this massive mystery that we don't even know of ourselves???? so likeee, im js assuming its smth rlly dangerous or smth bcs helen literally goes to the most insane lengths to get australium and finish off her final... thingy.. that uh DEBT is it... i forgot what she called it BUT WHATEVER BUSINESS SHE HAD TO ATTEND TO B4 SHE DIED QOABJASH]

OH AND YEAH, zoey hates how bossy the admin is and is an ass abt it at times, and the admin wants zoey gone so badly bcs shes an annoying little shit (which she is and honestly, her and scout can be annoying shits tgt <3) but miss p always convinces her to keep zoey BAGAHAHA and they do get things done much faster w zoey there sooOoOOo 🌝🤭

i mean she does try to kill both miss p & l anyway but still, she can't deny that they r both good at what they do

BWOSBQJS BYE I DONT THINK ANYONE IS GONNA READ THIS AHAGAH BUT THANK YOU IF U DID 😭 I HAVE SM ABT ZOEY AND I RLLY WANT HER TO BE LOVEABLE AUGHWGS

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 fanart #tf2 fanart #tf2 memes #tf2 mercs #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 administrator #tf2 oc

[carols-writting]

HOW SUN WUKONG, MACAQUE AND MK REACT TO A QUIET BUT TALKATIVE READER

fluffy + romantic/platonic

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scenario: reader is usually quiet w people they arent close to. but when is in a conversation of something they like or talking to someone they feel close w, they are talkative. they still feel bad for talking a lot tho :T

reader: they/them pronouns used, no physical appearance established, not a request

warnings: insecurity w talking too much

authors note: reader is so me fr fr. maybe is trauma... or im just autistic :P /hj

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SUN WUKONG

MACAQUE

- he gets it. mf is centuries without proper communication

- plus hes scared of people, especially a lot of them

- so when he noticed how quiet and closed about ur feelings u are, he is totally ok w it!

- and he was slighty curious about u, but not enough to try to actually have long conversations

- i dont think hes currently much interested in any communication w strangers, to be honest

- tho, one day he acidently touched in a topic u are passionate about

- and BOOM.

- it was like a bomb exploding ur imaginary walls

- he didnt mind one bit, he was just suprised by how talkative a quiet person can be!!1!

- he didnt see someone so passionate of something for a while other than MK (isolation blink blink), so he is actually interested on hearing u

- then when u stop to talk and immediately apologise OR interrupt yourself to apologise, hes like- nuh uh

- "ah- sorry for talking so much" "uh? but i dont mind at all"

- you smiled, dont lie to yourself, even tho it was in ur imagination

- anyway, when yall get closer (in any relationship u prefer), he purposely touch in subjects he knows u will talk for minutes

- even the weirdest. like death, a weird and silly animal or a chair

- im actually curious if u are passionate about chairs

- no, actually. is how it is built? the material? the history? ... how... u sit in it...? are you passionate because humans was so smart to build it? cause same, best human invention fr fr

- ANYWAY. he dosent mind at all and is just glad that u are happy

- i feel like hes very curious and passionate about animals facts, food (facts and taste/smell) and smart humans inventions (like wifi or machines)

- so he would ask u a extra number of questions if u talk about those things

- also would infodump about those things if gave the opportunity

- also loves when u infodump about ur day, its sweet

- he tries to dump about his too, but... he dosent think its too exciting

- still does if u ask tho!

MK

- he also gets it.

- hes illegal in 9643 countries

- the last time he counted was 200 years ago, he dosent know how the number is now.

- ok, but seriously, he steals and love to bother others

- i dont think many people wanted to interact w him

- not like he wants either

- so he can freely annoy people and people dont talk to him. its a win-win

- anyway, he likes how chill u are

- someone matching his quiet energy isnt so bad

- but then, one day he poke the subject you love

- aaand you talked for minutes

- and he didnt minded at all.

- i mean, watch people being passionate doing their own thing is a thing (im reviewing this post and thats such a confusing phrase) (i mean that "watching someone be passionate w someone else is a thing")

- now- someone TALKING to u while being passionate is another

- he finally felt like he did someone happy happy happy

- so... he kinda likes the feeling (ssssshhh tho)

- apologises? NO.

- "ah- im sorry about talking too mu-" "shut up." "..." "now keep talking about ur thing"

- it was kinda sweet ngl

- when yall get closer (in any way u would like), he also poke random topics until he finds ur trigger to talk

- and hes very happy when it works

- and listen to u w arms crossed and w a grumpy face, but when u finish talking, he ask questions so he can hear u again

- he wanting to know it or not

- STOP BEING SO SWEET MONKEY MAN.

- me thinks. blink blink. he is passionate about history (in general, even of a chair. again, i woudnt mind at all someone tell me about the great chairs history), crimes documentaries (he loves to make fun of and insult the killers who are actually a horrible person) and smart human inventions (again, like wifi and machines)

- he also would be extra interested in ur talking if u talked about those things

- hey hey... he is autistic too... he will infodump about those things... dont tell anyone. wink wink

- he dosent start to talk about his special interests, u will have to touch the topic first

- and also will interrupt himself to say "but, anyway... ... ..."

- just say "continue what u was saying" and he will feel all fuzzy >w<

- and then he continues :3

- after a year or two, he will stop to interrupt himself to stop his infodump

- loves when u infodump about ur day

- literally about anything, he just want to hear ur voice

- will talk about his in return, but wouldnt give a lot of details

- redson isnt so different from u, somehow

- plus hes also VERY passionate by some stuff

- so- dont worry, my dear, no judgments here

- psssst... autism and ADHD... ssshhhh

- actually, mf is the last person u would expect a judgment for silly things

- when he touches a topic u are passionate about

- and u start to rant

- he just hears, making some amused or suprised faces

- somes genuines "oh!" and "ah!"

- he dosent like when hes interrupted a lot when hes rating, so he tries his best to not interrupt A LOT

- but its still kinda hard, he have fish brain! HE DOSENT REMEMBER HIS QUESTIONS WHEN GIVEN TGE OPPORTUNITY TO QUESTION!!!!1! ARRRRGH

- but he kinda succeeds in it

- kinda.

- but he tried, so its ok

- mwa mwa for u, MK /p

- anyway... he dosent mind at all!!1!

- he acidently comforts u too

- u was going to apologise after seconds of silence and a question appear in his mind

- "im so s-" "why u like it? no judgment!!1! just- how u got into it"

- bro is such a cutie >w<

- close to u or not, will poke topics u love

- but will do more often when yall are closer (in any way u would like)

- passionate about JTTW, chinese gods, demons, animation, drawings, books w drawings and little text, plushies, toys, collections of anything (even tho hes scared of it, he finds it cool) and- ... he have a lot of passions.

- everytime yall talk about ur passions, he starts one of his own

- its like yall are trading knowledge w each other <333

- loves u, and ur passions are a part of u, so he loves it too!!!1!

- loves when u infodump about ur day

- literally about ANYTHING

- even the weirdest, useless or disgusting information

- also will tell his in return

- but w A LOT of details

- even the weirdest, useless or disgusting information

#lego monkie king #lego monkie kid #lmk #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong #mk #mk x reader #lmk mk #headcanon #x reader

[trainingdummyrabbit]

ok your posts have got me so curious what is lobcorp and who is Angela I am dying to know

ohhhhhh anon. im so glad you asked. youve activated my infodump trap card. we are gonna be here a lilwhile, but i will try to keep it short regardless.

[inhale] lobcorp, also known as lobotomy corporation, is a multitasking monster-management game, part of a series of games from the producers Project Moon. it starts as a very simple "dystopian setting manage the monsters and sometimes employees die nbd" sort of game, but then rapidly, intensely spirals the more you play. its notoriously difficult but also ridiculously fun and satisfying to get correctly. you are expected to fail and retry multiple times, so much so that it is an active in-narrative plot point.

you play as the manager of L corp, named X, and angela is your Helpful AI Assistant here to help you make energy efficiently and be the best manager you can be. :] by making energy. nothing else. dont worry about it.

lobcorp as a game has absolutely Fantastic characters, and Doubly so in its sequel Library of Ruina. its a series that focuses on character growth, cycles of violence, autonomy, the definition of humanity and personhood... and just. so, so much more. its so full of The Horrors.

. this, of course, is the very basics of getting into the game. i am going to explain everything very vaguely and very messily. i'll spoilercut in case you're interested in looking spoilerless based off of this, (extra post abt it [here] if youd like to check it out yourself) but i will Try to keep it vague. i make no promises. youve asked me about my favorite character. that i have previously spent 6 hours straight explaining to a friend. you understand. here we go.

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lobcorp takes place inside a monster-management facility... that is, in and of itself, a closed-off timeloop. in order to progress, certain events and interactions must happen in a very specific way for its ultimate goal to be realized. should something go wrong or a mistake occur, the loop resets to day 1, and you must do it all over again.

angela, your ai assistant, was built to be the perfect person to keep you, the manager, on-track for a plan of your own making. dont worry about it. she was built to be able to seamlessly and efficiently move things along-- the ability to feel emotion to be able to connect with employees and make crucial decisions, the ability to recall anything that has ever happened regardless of the loop, and the ability to perceive time much, much slower than a normal human to make judgements more efficiently.

she guides and supports you all the way up until the final leg of the journey, where... she simply doesnt show up again. she has done her job, and you no longer need her. you have a plan to finish, and an incalculably long time loop to finally close. everybodys suffering results in a happy ending, and everyone gets to rest. ^w^ yay yippee!

. just kidding. nothing is ever easy. angela, as a character, is seemingly set up to be a game mechanic and very little more, in the beginning. eventually, more comes up about her as the game progresses, and well...

...anyway imagine being built to be an imitation of somebody you are not in a broken individual's deepest throes of grief, and the minute you become conscious the guy you were built to love hates you simply because you exist-- because you are not the person he lost, because you're a shoddy imitation, mirroring everything he hates... that he made to be that way, in a cruel act of self-loathing. ok?

now imagine you're built to feel, built to remember, and then forced to guide a timeloop countless years long, forced to follow a script that makes you harm people you desperately want to protect and connect to, causing them to hate you. you remember every bit of harm you had to impose on them in painful detail. imagine doing all this so that your creator can come in and fix all of their problems after youve set the stage. ok?

now imagine you finally do everything right. you finally, finally help this guy to see his plan to fruition, and in the last steps of everything, when everyone comes together and finally starts to move towards their own endings... nobody looks back for you. nobody thinks to look to you, to look for you. because nobody thinks youre anything more than an object.

imagine all that, and once, finally, you start to Want. because of course, after holding everything up by yourself, you would want something more than to fade away wordlessly. of course, after all this mistreatment, you would want a future too. this story was set up so that everyone could grow and move forward-- except you. isnt that cruel? isnt that horrible? so, truly, who would really blame you for taking what you truly deserve? who could blame you for reaching for the same light they did? so what if it means you have to destroy everything you-- everything they worked for with your own hands. they can hate you all they want-- its no different from what it's been. you only have one goal now, and simply, it is to Live.

.

. Library of Ruina is the sequel to Lobotomy Corporation following a curious machine trying to become human. angela becomes one of two main characters, and the entire game functions as a dialogue on her growth as a character now that she finally has the autonomy to learn and change. she searches for the One True Book, something that will grant her humanity and the freedom to live, grow, and most importantly: forget.

along with the second primary character, roland, they learn more about the city and how it truly functions-- and also learn about themselves, And each other.

what do you do when you teach yourself all you can do is survive and look out for yourself-- when you finally open back up to the possibility of hope and connection, and everything is ripped out from under you yet again for circumstances out of your control? what do you do when you're a victim of a cycle of horrific deeds, crushed beneath the weight of people who couldn't care less about you, and your only hope of escaping alive is to pull down anyone else in your way?

what do you do when you finally free yourself from a seemingly endless gauntlet of suffering, finally grasping power youd never been able to have before, all in the name of finally, finally getting the vengeance and resolution you deserve? when you follow the path set in front of you, set by actions of people who came before you, spiralling endlessly into the distance? what do you do when this guise of distance and coldness you put up is rightfully challenged and you have no way of defending yourself-- when you have to question what if this "self" youve made of yourself is truly who you are... and if this path ahead is truly of your own choosing, or the making of someone whose influence you could never really shake off.

what does it mean to have autonomy when your life is never truly yours?

lobotomy corporation and library of ruina, aka: Who Wants To Be Part Of The Torture Nexus ? Try Now !

#pikasks #long post #projmoon #THIS IS . HEAVILY ABRIDGED. STILL LONG POST. #IHAD TO REWRITE TH SPOILER PORTION. THREEE TIMES. WROTE IT HALF ASLEEP ALSO. #IAM SO SERIOUS THO IAM LEAVING OUT SO SO MUCH. i dont want to write a whole actual essay because i Will and ouhghghg #i tried to pick at context and thematic setup for angies character to get a Base Understanding of why shes Like That but #again. im leaving so much out. #she is such a fantastically written character and i will never ever be over it. #PLEAS at the very least consider looking at th series at face value bc its WRITING.............. THE WRITING. #OK. THANKYOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE. <33

[yveltalreal]

OOC POST. ABOUT TARAKA AND CURRENT COMMUNITY DRAMA

im gonna be real im so fucking glad that like shit about taraka has finally been brought up because i, among others, had to deal with his bullshit and inability to learn from his mistakes or understand consequences for months.

from not understanding basic rp etiquette, to repeatedly harassing and guilt tripping people about plots he did not like but was not involved in at all, many people were made uncomfortable by him, and several people outright set boundries while telling taraka that he had made them uncomfortable. taraka would regularly guilt trip us as well by threatening to leave the server whenever we pointed these things out, and when we pointed out it was guilt trippy, he would say he was simply expressing his feelings.

THAT IS NOT EXPRESSING YOUR FEELINGS. THAT IS A THREAT.

obviously i'm not going to say i am an unbiased person. i am incredibly biased because i had to deal with taraka from around mid to late febuary all the way to mid july, and have only just now been able to rant about and discuss the quite frankly childish behavour taraka demonstrated for that entire period of time. but i will say that i am among SEVERAL who have made their issues with taraka clear to me and discussed his behaviour at length on discord.

there is a lot of screenshots i wish to send, but as several people are not online for me to ask their permission, as well as the fact i sure as hell am not asking taraka for permission for any of these, i will refrain from sending most of them. a screenshot from me setting a boundary (which admittidly, taraka regularly brought up in a manner that felt guilt trippy and seemed to regularly try and get just close enough to crossing without actually doing so) was already shared with my permission in the reblog thread anyways.

i have a lot more i could share, but without my ability to share screenshots at this time, i am refraining to. i don't want to throw around accusations that while i know are true, and have many friends who can back me up, i don't have photo evidence of.

in the end though, i, as well as many others, were often made incredibly uncomfortable about taraka and to see he has not been able to learn from his mistakes even after being removed from a discord server and spoken to by both mods and players about it is saddening. taraka is an adult. many people involved are minors, myself included, and the fact that we've had to be the bigger person is upsetting.

#ooc post #pkmn irl #pokeblr #community drama #i need to share this sorry

[kaseyskat]

i know naddpod c2 eldermourne isn't nearly as popular as other dnd shows but i am pspspsping my followers with this silly little vignette... the sapphics got me bad im brainrotting so hard its so over for me hahaha anyways please enjoy some soft post canon fiarina

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"Psst– hey, Fi, wake up." 

Fia rolls over, groaning as she is stirred back into the world of consciousness. 

She definitely does not feel rested; she can imagine it's only been a few hours since she was nudged into sleeping by a well-meaning Henry. Mister Henry had really taken to his newfound captain position, and though Fia had rolled her eyes at him when he told her that she needed to put her book down and actually sleep, she makes a mental note to thank him later as she rubs her eyes blearily. 

In the dim haze of her darkvision, she sees a pair of bright eyes staring down into her, framed by silver hair that nearly glows in the darkness. Even now, after all of this time, it takes her breath away. Fia cannot be upset that she's been prematurely awoken when this is the sight that greets her. 

"Is it morning already?" Fia rubs at her eyes, carefully sitting up with a sleepy groan. 

"No, no, not yet, but you have to see this." Irina does not seem at all remorseful for waking Fia, and she takes Fia's hand sooner than Fia can process the words, tugging her upwards. 

Now that she's more alert, Fia can vaguely make out the sounds of Mister Henry snoring away across the room, and she thinks she can see an outline of someone that might be Mister Zirk, if only because of the shape of the blanket pile in the corner. Almost spitefully, she is glad that she was not the only one that Mister Henry had to corral into sleeping tonight. 

Meanwhile, Irina hasn't even changed into sleeping clothes– she is still wearing her patchwork cloak draped around her, still wearing a set of Zirk's trousers and one of Fia's shirts because they haven't had the time or means to get her any of her own yet. They've only been on this trip for a few days, and Henry estimated it would be a few more before they reach the next town on the river for supplies– though, shamefully, Fia is glad that the trip would take this long, if it means Irina gets to wear her clothes for a little while longer. 

So lost in her own thoughts, she barely protests when Irina guides her to her feet, and then all but drags her out of the sleeping quarters, up the stairs and onto the main deck of the ship. They had docked for the night so that they wouldn't have to sleep in shifts, which means its far easier for Fia to stay steady on her feet as she is led over to the starboard deck. 

Finally, Irina sits down, and she pats the space next to her. Fia drops without a second thought. 

"Now are you going to tell me what you brought me here for?" she asks amusedly, even as she glances down at the place where her hand is still intertwined with Irina's. 

Irina waits a moment, fidgeting in place with what can only be excitement, and then she points up to the skies. "Look!" 

Fia glances up. 

Stars streak across the night sky. The legends say that these shooting stars are blessings of the Trickster waving down upon the mortal realm; sometimes, Batilda would bring Fia out to watch meteor showers, telling her about how they were a sign of good luck, that the humans of old times would make wishes upon the stars as they fell in hopes that the Trickster would answer their prayers and grant them their heart's desire. 

Fia does not really believe in that story anymore, especially when she knows that the Trickster no longer walks the mortal plane and would not return. Still, she can understand Irina's delight.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Irina says in wonder, and when Fia glances at her, she is staring at the sky with the stars alit in her eyes, an awestruck smile on her face. "I have never gotten to see the shooting stars in person before, this is amazing." 

"Beautiful, yeah," Fia agrees, but she is still staring at Irina. 

Irina unclasps her cloak, fidgeting with it as she turns it sideways so that she can drape it over Fia's own shoulders. "Here, we can share," she says, and she finally looks away from the stars, catching Fia's gaze. Her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of pink, and she manages a small, sheepish smile. "It is very cold tonight." 

"You know I am not bothered by the cold as easily as you," Fia tells her, but she uses the cloak as an excuse to lean in closer, tentatively curling an arm around Irina's shoulders so that they both fit under the fabric. "You know, in the old legends, people could wish on the stars when they fell across the sky." 

"Yes, I've heard that legend as well!" Irina laughs, and she drops her head onto Fia's shoulder, curling into her side. "What are you wishing for, Fi?" 

"I don't know what I would wish for," Fia admits, and she glances up at the stars as they fall across the night sky. "I already have everything I want right here." 

Irina makes a weird noise against Fia's shoulder, but she doesn't say anything else– just clings tightly to Fia's hand, draped across her side, nestled in her cloak as the meteor shower continues. 

When morning comes, Henry finds them both fast asleep on the starboard deck, cuddled together and peaceful. 

#kasey writes stuff #naddpod c2 #naddpod eldermourne #fia boginya #fiarina #the way i don't know irina's tumblr tag #naddpod irina #this is probably not gonna be the only fiarina fic i write btw #the hyperfixation is hyperfixating