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instarsandcrime · 2 months

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Pride Is A Fickle Thing

Well...at least it's not just Lu/ci/fer this time?

@onetrickponi had some great prompts to offer and, since she said she might be writing them, I decided to change up a certain one a little so it turned out the same but also different! Can be read as Ra//dio//App//le or just platonic fluff! Enjoy! ❤️

Prompt: Lu/ci/fer heals A/la/stor, though it takes a great deal of expended effort on his part and it turns out both of them hate looking weak in front of other people.

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"Hp'shhzzzt!" A sharp, staticky sneeze slipped through a crack in the shadows.

Alastor wheezed as he grabbed yet another handkerchief from his collection, attempting in vain to blow away the clinging itch that stuck to him for the entire meeting. But he couldn't help it. Every single twitch of the finger, every flick of the ear, every time he even bothered to move his holy wound its poison would snake through his ribs and up to his aching head. And when it did the reaction got worse. And when the reaction got worse he couldn't help but...c-couldn't...help but…but snehhh--

"Et'chhht! TSH'ZZZZHHEW! Nnghh..." The overlord muttered out a string of curses as another wave of pain shot through him, grasping a pillar before he could double over and collapse.

“Oof, ouch! That one sounded rough." An irritatingly cheery voice chirped from nowhere in particular.

"Oh do be qui-quieehhh...Heh! Heh’eshhh't! Het'chhhzzz't!" Pressing a well-used cloth up to reddened nostrils, Alastor hurriedly straightened himself, discreetly rubbing the swarm of feathers he felt as far back as it could go.

"Bless y-- er, no, wait. That's not appropriate for someone like you, is it?" And with a golden puff of smoke he finally appeared. The six winged thorn in his side. “Fuck off? Damn you? Curse you, maybe? Mmmn no, I think you’ve already got that handled.”

"Lucifer." Alastor's ear flicked in annoyance, "What can I do for you m-my unh-huhh-holy fellow? Off t-to find some...s-some...snff! Suhh-someone to pestehhhHET'ZSCHHHH! Ghhh..."

The fallen angel winced as shrill feedback pierced the air. "Lookin' a bit sneezy there, bud. I guess even the most powerful overlords catch colds. Just goes to show that somewhere deep, deep, deeeeep down, you still have a mortal soul."

The Radio Demon chuckled, smile splitting despite the feverish beads of sweat that rolled down his neck. "On the contrary! Why, I'm the guardian angel of the Hazbin Hotel! I'm sure Charlie would agree."

Lucifer twisted the cane in his palms. “Ohoh! That definitely sounds like my little girl!”

"Agreed! She is truly a marvel. Exiling all doubts with a cheerful smile!"

"And when the hotel gets big enough, who knows? Maybe she won’t even need you anymore! She can take your place all on her own-- without the tacky bellhop suit, of course."

"Hah! Radio never truly goes out of style. Unlike...u-unlike the...the..."

"Speechless already?"

"A trifuhhh…huh! T-trifling matter, My Liege. I'm simply allergihhh...allergic to...to your bullshhHHT’SHHHhhoo...Huh'zschhh!"

"Impressive comeback. You should really--"

"'Hup’KZSSHHHT! HT'SHHH'OOooo...guhh…snff!" Worry bloomed on Lucifer’s face when his rival flashed a sliver of a wince. And as quick as it grew, Alastor rushed to crush the blossom with the wave of a hand. “Such compassion! I was wonderihh…wondering when the sin of pride would lower himself to such a weak emotion–”

“Let me see it.”

“Pardon?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” His patient opened his mouth, “Nope, wait, don’t answer that. Just let me see the wound.”

“Hah! How absurd! Me? Get hurt?” The Radio Demon’s voice crackled with laughter, an unseen audience following suit. “Has our poor king gone senile in his old age?”

“I–! You–!” Lucifer took a deep breath, wisps of smoke billowing from his nose.

Inhale. Exhale.

“Okay.”

Despite his eternal grin, Alastor’s feverish eyes blinked back confusion. “...O. Okay?”

“Okay.” The king deadpanned, hopping back a few steps. “You like making deals, right?”

“I do have other hobbies, you know.”

“Nice. I don’t care. Walk to me without sneezing once. I know you can hide the pain, but if you think holy poison will just go away, then you must either be the most stubborn man in the nine rings, or the biggest dumbass.” He paused. “Or both. If you lose, I heal you and you never have to think about Adam and his gaudy lute axe again. If you win, let’s just say that in a few more days, no one in Hell will hear another broadcast from The Radio Demon again.”

A suffocating silence fell over the two, with only the small ambience of old timey cigarette advertisements and Ella Fitzgerald to keep them company. Until finally obsidian claws drummed against the tip of a microphone.

“...Fine.” Alastor said simply.

“Fine.” Lucifer spat back.

“A simple task, really.”

“Then stop stalling and do it, coward.” Satan flashed his pearly fangs.

A scarlet eye twitched. His opponent took a tentative step forward and the itch followed suit, fighting the urge to rub a knuckle against it.

“Having trouble there?”

“I can assure you I'm per…p-perfectly fihh-fide.” Another step. The growing tickle burned from the bridge to the tip.

“Fihhh-fidt as a fidd-fiddle.”

Almost halfway. Hold it in, hold it in.

“I'b dot as weak as y-yuhhh…you thidk…”

Through irritated tears, slit pupils studied him closely. “Uh-huh. Still don’t believe you.”

Temper beginning to flare as badly as his wound, the overlord opened his mouth to retort. But his voice was completely stolen as the itch teased the rim of his nostrils. It built and built until–

Oh, fuck it.

“Heh'SHHHHZT! Ihh-hih-Hp'SCHHH! ‘TSCHHHH'hhooo…nhhh…” The ground beneath him whirled and tilted like a merry-go-round and he was falling, falling, falling– only to be caught and dragged off the ride with unnervingly gentle hands.

“I've got you.” Lucifer muttered.

“What’s goi’g od? Why are you doi’g this?” The Radio Demon demanded as he was lifted, a body barely up to his chest not acknowledging his weight.

“Because lucky for you, I used to be a saint.” Wait…when did they get to his bathroom? When was he suddenly draped against the wall?

“You hate me." For some reason Alastor couldn’t control his shaking voice, losing the strength to fight. He sounded so disgustingly fragile. He hated it. He hated this. He hated. He. Hated.

“Oh for Heaven’s sake, shut up and let me save you already!” Lucifer swore, clicking the locks in place with the snap of his fingers. Alastor flinched when freezing hands pressed against a soaked through dress shirt and– oh.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, no shit!” A pure light became a ripple. Then a swirl. Then a bubble. It filled every space imaginable, bathing the pair in its warm blanket. Faintly, Alastor tasted a hint of jambalaya on his tongue. And like a needle and thread to a spilled over poppet, The wound began to close.

Unfortunately, despite the subsiding agony, the holy light that caught his patient's eye did not agree with him. Wait. If angelic power hurt a demon, why was he being healed with–

“H-hhh!” Alastor’s breath hitched.

“Seriously? Now? I’m trying to work here.” Lucifer growled, almost fumbling the surgery when his concentration nearly broke. Through the haze, the overlord could glimpse familiar beads of sweat that trickled down the side of the fallen angel’s neck.

“H-hhh…c-cad’t…h-hhhhelp it…” Between hiccuping breaths and stuttering speech, somewhere along the way a finger was pressed underneath his fluttering nostrils.

“I swear to my fucking Father.” Lucifer huffed out, blinking blearily as he continued his surgery one-handed. And before the wound closed, Alastor couldn’t help but dread at the way Lucifer’s eyelids drooped further and further, teetering between exhaustion and pain.

With two hands the healing process would have taken two minutes.

With one it took two hours. Or at least, the amount of hands was Lucifer’s excuse.

Alastor would have been more impressed if not for the fact that he was not impressed, because it was a ridiculous emotion to have for Lucifer of all beings. So instead, the next day, he chose to focus on what couldn’t heal right away.

“Het’schhzz!” Alastor pitched into his handkerchief, and Charlie quickly caught his breakfast plate before she could drop it.

“Bless you!” She breathed, clutching her chest with one hand.

Well. At least it wasn’t every five seconds.

“Thank you, my dear. Ironic as it may be.” Alastor chuckled, moving to pick up his utensils. He scanned the dining table to take in the morning rush. Angel Dust was gabbing away next to Husker, silently snatching food off his plate with his lower pair of arms. Vaggie was taking a sharpening stone to her spear between bites of food, softening when her princess veered the corner to give a quick peck on the lips. Sir Pentious was waving his spindly hands about, excitedly explaining the inner workings of his ‘flying machine’ to Niffty, who was absolutely more interested in the bug crawling on his top hat.

Overall a peaceful morning. Too peaceful. It unsettled him that there was one piece missing–

Ah. Out of the corner of his eye a small, white rat slowly crawled across the carpet. One with chubby, cherub cheeks. Fur mussed. Bags under its button eyes. A golden flush dotting his face, glowing like a firefly. And then suddenly everything clicked.

The lack of a wound or poison, but still feeling a fading tickle. The shared symptoms between them. Lucifer hadn’t just been exhausted that night. He hadn’t just healed him. Oh no, the bastard just had to take the holy poison for himself knowing that a half-holy body would survive. Though it was obvious he was equally– oh, what was that saying Rosie was kind enough to teach him– ‘going through it’. The fact that he would even risk inhaling a drop for someone he hated so much…

Hm.

Well, Alastor decided to himself, It would be remiss of him to not repay the favor. So with all the mercy of a heartless overlord, he kicked the stupid rat as far as it could go. With a startled squeak and a puff of smoke, the King of Hell tumbled across the floor. The dining room went silent for a moment, all eyes on the sudden appearance of Lucifer Morningstar lying on his back– disheveled, dazed, and stone still.

“Oh my gosh, dad!” Charlie yelped as her father pushed himself upright– moving stiffly, Alastor noted. “I didn’t see you come in…to…” As she helped him stand, her voice trailed off. “Are you okay?”

“I second that, fer the record.” Angel Dust waved a fork nonchalantly in the air, “Kingy’s always an early riser. What gives?”

“Worrywarts, aren’t they?” Lucifer jolted as Alastor popped up beside him with a screeching static, suddenly inches apart. His smirk widened as he tilted his head with a little, high pitched ‘hm!’ “I must say, I can’t help but feel the same. Your regal features look a bit. Oh, what’s the word?” He motions to his own face with a dramatic flourish. “Off-color.”

Lucifer’s glare broke when he put a hand up to his cheek. Then another, eyes growing wide as teacup saucers. It didn’t help when embarrassment overtook his feverish blush, brightening with the panic. “H-hah!” He chuckled nervously, summoning his top hat to tug the brim over his face. “W-wouldja look at that? Guess I fell asleep at the ol’ workshop again and I ran my power a little too– …t-too hot…” He sniffed sharply, rubbing at his nose.

“How uncouth.” Alastor circled the man like a ravenous beast. “Quite unlike yourself to be in such a state. Maybe you should be a little more honest. I can even give you a push.”

“Wh-whhhat are you–”

With a single poke of his cane Lucifer stumbled, grimacing in pain. And it only took one poke for that short-lived charade to fall apart.

“H-hehhh! No, ndo dabbit keeb idt togehh…together…”

“Your Majesty? Are you…?” Vaggie sat straighter, brow furrowed.

“Oof! That don’t look right.” Angel winced.

“Mhm.” Husk hummed into his mug of whisky.

“Oh my. The ultimate bad boy needs to be cleaned!” Niffty gasped.

“Poor thing.” Sir Pentious’s bottom lip wobbled.

“Dad?” Charlie set a hand on his shoulder. Then jumped back with a squeak as the single touch sparked the powder keg.

“Hit’schh!” Lucifer bent at the waist, merciless fit wracking an already exhausted body. “It’schh! It’shieww! Hit’SCHIEW! Hnt’SHIEW! HET’SCHH! ‘TSHH! TCHH! Hit’SCHH’HIEW! H-hihhh…hih! Hih– HITSCHHHH’HIEW!”

The room went silent. Angel Dust whistled lowly.

“My goodness, bless you!” Alastor gaped, every movement an exaggerated performance.

“Y-you did thahhh– thadt od purpose you sohd of ahhh– hah-HATSCHHHHIEW!” The fallen king pitched forward again. When he finally surfaced he was staggering, holding his aching head. “S’rry…’bout thadt.”

Before Charlie could run to catch him Alastor tutted, summoning his shadow to steady his rival, bending its lanky limb over his forehead. “My my, you sound awful! Simply dreadful! Overworked, perhaps? Or…oh, it couldn’t be! Is the King of Hell ill?”

“Oh shudt up Alasdtor– snff! I’b dot sigk! Idt’s jus’dt–”

“Allergies?” Husk deadpanned, expression completely unimpressed.

“Allergies!” Lucifer blurted, “Nodthin’ do worry your head over. So ihhh–...hih! hit’TSCHIU! HET’CHHHIEWW! Nghh, jus’dt ledt be–”

Charlie’s grip tightened, other hand reaching for a napkin. “Don’t run! Please?”

The King of Hell froze. He couldn’t help it. He was completely powerless when it came to his little girl. His flush started to hem the edges of silverware and dusted the windows, and he decided to look anywhere but at Charlie, distracting himself with a mucky nose blow into the makeshift tissue.

“I…I guess I’ll stick around a while longer. I feel a bit dizzy, anyway.” He chuckled, trying to pretend like every word didn’t painfully scrape at his chest. But Charlie smiled brightly, and she guided him to a chair Vaggie had already pulled out for him. Stepping back to wave her hands. Go on!

Lucifer blinked back shock when the room watched, silent with bated breath. “Oh– snff! Oh, well. Um. It’s not an emergency but. But I may be thirsty–”

Zipping back and forth, Niffty slid a cup of water by his side.

“Oh! Th-thank you.” Lucifer smiled bashfully.

The silenced thickened, group looking on expectantly.

“...More?!”

“More.” Charlie nodded, crossing her arms. Awestruck, the hermit crumbled as his closest residents and friends fussed and fretted. All the while Alastor sat comfortably in his chair and sipped his tea, humming to the tune of a new morning.

The perfectly chaotic puzzle was complete. Just the way he liked it.

#snz #snz fic #ha//zb//in//ho//tel//#a/la/stor #lu/ci/fer #char/lie #va/ggi/ie #an/gel/du/st #hu/sk #ni/ff/ty #sir/pen/tious

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vasyandii · 6 months

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guhh hh hhh h I am truly OBSESSED with nasty man x woman who "hates" him ships. the military is gross and dirty and sweaty and you almost never see your s/o at their best, but it's so special to me that nak is like "whatever. love this ugly nasty man anyway". also, I'm not the last anon you got about having an Asian OC, but I'd like to add as well, it's comforting to see other Asians in the fandom, even if we're not all the same nationality ^_^ bump some yakult for me

-marriage anon

Howdy marriage Anon :D thank you so much for the kind words!! I'm so happy to see other Asian people in the fandom as well 😖❤️❤️

Nak, finds "Unconventionally attractive" men to be the most attractive. Krueger has an underbite and crooked teeth so he basically is very handsome to her even if she doesnt say it--

She knows she's not gonna look the best herself when she's on the field and would value a partner who puts up with all the dirt and grime of the job along with her :D

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod krueger #cod mw oc #art #digital art #sebastian krueger #original character #artwork #kruegernak #phayvanh nak sotsvahn #cod oc #oc x canon #cod art #call of duty art #COD fanart

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gayfrogcoven · 2 months

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hello beloved mutuals u’ll never guess what character this post is about. to celebrate the episode betty’s ten year anniversary of existence here is a annotation of sorts (?) of my betty playlist (<- talking to empty audience) warning this makes increasingly less sense

starting off strong with betty (a little bit of madness) by half shy !!!!! we dont appreciate this song enough THERE IS A SONG ABT HER !!!!!! BY SOMEONE WHO WROTE MUSIC FOR THE SHOW :3 dont even have to say anything abt this one

THE MOON WILL SING BY THE CRANE WIVES. ITS THE. THE I COULD HAVE BEEN ANYONE ELSE. I SPENT SO MUCH TIME DEDICATED TO SIMON IM NOT SURE THERES EVEN ANY ME LEFT ANYMORE. shaking like a rabid dog do we get the vision

the deal by mitski !! this one is just sooo betty fusing with golb ok trust me

& by tally hall!! this one is solely for the outro tbh 😭 BIG BAD BETTY OF THE POCALYPSE, SHE OPENS HER LIPS AND IT GOES LIKE THIS ‼️🔥🔥

I BET ON LOSING DOGS BY MITSKI. GODDD THIS IS THE ONE THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST. III BET ON LOSING DOGSS, I KNOW THEYRE LOSING AND I PAY FOR MY PLACE BY THE RING. simon/ice king ok. are we seeing the vision. and dont even get me STARTEDDD on i always want u when im finally fine… ITS THE WAY SIMON WAS INSANE AND WHEN HE WAS FINALLY HIMSELF AGAIN SHE WAS GONE. EATING GLASS. and FINALLY the SOMEONE TO WATCH ME DIE. GODDDD.

curses by the crane wives! I JUST THINK IT FITS OK :3 the devils after both of ussss OUGHGUH

no eyed girl by lemon demon, gonna be so real idk how to explain this one. we’re just vibing

i’m your man by mitski. yes theres a lot of mitski. this is on my petrigrof playlist as well and i think it could be from either pov tbh. LIKE the first verse is betty i think and the second is simon’s suicidal ass in fionna and cake

running up that hill (a deal with god) by kate bush :3 this ones just OBVIOUSSS id make a deal with god… GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES…..

my girlfriend is a witch by october country ! just for sillies. magic betty ily forever and ever

love, me normally by will wood! dont know how to explain this one either tbh bc will wood lyrics scramble my brain but in a pleasant way. idk i just think shes full of autism and also magic insanity

sick of losing soulmates by dodie! OUGHGHG. another more petrigrof centered one but mannn . I CAN FINALLY SEE UR AS FUCKED UP AS ME SO HOW DO WE WIN. I WONT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER. lighting myself on fire

death thrice dawn by the scary jokes! ngl i dont remember adding this one but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tossing this verse at u

wife by mitski!!!! is this a stretch. idc idc. ur home to mee if i am not urs what am iiii

goodbye, my danish sweetheart by mitski !! guhh magic betty and “i’m sure that uve seen what its done to my heart” and “im not the girl i ought to be” and “you can tell them what u saw in me and not the way i am” ☹️ ANDDD could we just be what we’re meant to be, im just about to beg u pleaseew ☹️💔

i guess by mitski GODDDD so proud of her for moving on and idk learning to pass the bechdel test i GUESS but im GOINJ TO EAT FIBERGLASS

ANDDD THATS THE END !!! FOR NOW !!! there will be more songs on this playlist later :3 if u read this ily and i will probably do this w/ my petrigrof playlist at some point :3

#praying the mutuals who might care abt this r online LOL #ramblings #adventure time #betty grof #petrigrof

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ghoultrifle · 4 months

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ooooo ok trans ghoul thoughts/fiber artist Mountain.

So like with free time Mountain will kinda mess around with stuff like crochet, knitting, and eventually dips his toes into lacemaking. And it really takes off for him once his discovers the the pretty things he can make with lace. That leads into making lingerie.

And of course he'll make it for just about anyone in the pack. At some point everyone has their own personal set of lingerie made to compliment their bodies. From the colors that go ever so well with their skin tone, to which styles really accentuate each ghoul's features the best. Every single one of the ghouls have at least one set, aside from him.

He doesn't like the idea of it, not when he so desperately wishes for the perfect curves Cumulus has. Longs to have that beautiful cleavage that Cirrus has. He would give anything to look poetically delicate like Aurora. He couldn't bring himself the wear something like that when he doesn't look like them.

Each time any of them wear the things he makes them, he tries his best to shove aside the yearning that forms in the pit of his stomach to truly appreciate their beauty.

He wants to look like them.

At some point it occurs to him that maybe there's someone who understands what he's feeling. It takes him weeks to build up the courage to ask Sunshine how she figured out she was trans. Asking her about what her dysphoria was like. And just like that Mountain opens up a door that will lead to more happiness than they ever thought was possible.

EVERYONE HEAR IT FOR TRANSFEM MOUNTY !!!

she/they mountain my beloved. she's so fucking scared that night when she knocks on sunny's door. they almost run away after knocking but sunny's too quick to give her the chance. sunshine almost yanks them in by the ear once she sees the look on her face, like a lost puppy.

she's seen the way mountain looks at the ghoulettes; it's not like the guys, there's no lust to it, no, she can see the desire in their eyes. hilariously she lets mountain try on one of her bras (that she didn't care so much about) and it was awfully tight, but also gave mountain some cleavage because of it. sunny can see the way mount's eyes light up as she looks in the mirror, sees the contours on her chest. it's euphoria in its purest form <3

guhh i just love she/they mountain so fucking much and you're always welcome with more thoughts about her :))

#trifle answers #jesus <3 #trifle rambles #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghoul hcs #mountain ghoul #trans ghouls #trans mountain #transfem mountain

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sp4c3l1ghtt3ch · 3 months

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Mechincal minds gijinkas!!!!! For real!!!!!

Guhh i love these guys <3

Rambling under cut (mainly about how they would dress)

Tv:

pronouns: he/they

height: 180 cm/5'11"

i wanted him to have like...a more silly outfit yknow!!! Hes just a silly guy <333 but also i think he would like to dress nicely, to impress others, so i gave him a plain white shirt and jeans. I think he would love wearing shirts, like yknow the dad shirts....and the plug tail is there because self-explanatory..and its cute....

Roboty:

pronouns: any (he/him preference)

height: 212 cm/6'11"

I imagine him as an introverted-anti-social kinda guy so i gave him a hoodie so he can pull it over his head when he has enough of ppl....also because of his simple design. he doesnt really care about what he wears so he would mostly have hoodies and sweatpants in his wardrobe...

Robot flower:

pronouns: she/her

height: 187 cm/6'2"

I imagine her being a high femme like all girly stuff yeah and mainly yellow and pink combos, maybe even flower patterns....the tail is uhh cute..thats why i added it lol. I think she would like to dress nice and maybe even extravagantly but not to the degree of Flower. After tpot 7 she just dresses like little Flower, like a little kid....yeah

Remote:

pronouns: she/they/it

height: 162 cm/5'4"

she usually just dresses how the day gives, but mainly wears kinda formal, because she wants to give the impression that shes professional....yeah but sometimes she just wears a hoodie and sweatpants and call it a day lol

#bfb #tpot #bfdi #bfb humanized #aniisstuff #bfb remote #bfb robot flower #bfb roboty #bfb tv #tpot remote #tpot robot flower #tpot tv #bfb fanart #battle for dream island #battle for bfdi #the power of two #bfdi humanized

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stem-sister-scuffle · 3 months

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STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 1 MASHUP 2

Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) vs Futaba Sakura (Persona 5)

Reagan Ridley is a Roboticist!

Futaba Sakura is a Computer Scientist and Hacker/Programmer!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Reagan Ridley:

"She is my blorbo <333 my specialest little girl <3333 she is going to take over the world with the power of daddy issues, superiority complexes and SCIENCE <333"

"Mommy and daddy issues. In her 30s. A REALISTIC woman witn features that a normal (?) freaking human could have. She's so girlboss and girlfailure at the same time. Just a fucking loser. Nice non-romantic relationship with (male) her BFF (business friend/family forever)."

"guhh shes so cool. emotionally neglected autism lady (also implied bisexual). she made a robot replica of a guy on a dating app to practice date him so she didnt fuck it up. also she works for the deep state. "Who's the weirdo now? Not the girl who invented robot arms to hug strangers! Oh my god I sound insane""

"I don’t think she’s in a specific field other than conspiracy theories. Maybe robotics. She built a robot boyfriend and robot president both of which developed sentient AI, and she built herself a set of robot arms. But she also created a giant sentient frog, like a real frog not a robot, when she was in fifth grade. Autism swag. She goes to the moon and hears that there are moon nazis and goes “have you tried shooting them? It works for earth nazis”"

"she skrunkly, never sleep, tragic backstory babygirl"

"neurodivergent girlboss"

"She is girlboss and she’s cringefail. She made an AI robot president. She made a robot replica of her date. She was uhhh “tweaked” in the womb to be more like her dad (who is also a scientist.) She would prefer to engineer literally anything over dealing with her problems directly. She is everything. Justice for inside job getting cancelled"

"She is absolutely insane, and also relatable. She is severely undervalued in her corporate deep state work environment, deals with the worst situations imaginable on a regular basis, and also cares deeply for the people around her. She is easily the smartest person in any given room and yet she is still very insecure."

"its because shes just like me fr. one small caveat is that i think she's straight in canon. oh well cant have everything"

Futaba Sakura:

"shes a 15yo autist who can take down the in-universe equivalent of anonymous in an afternoon. she has mommy issues"

"she is a silly goofy girl who can also pull insane feats of programming. she can hack into anything. she set up her own giant computer rig. she can remotely tap into people's phones."

"She is so blorbo! She’s very smart and funny, could use her powers for evil (and occasionally causes mischief) but uses them for good, cool character arc, just a silly little guy :)"

"she's silly i like her tetris shirt and she speaks in dorky references"

"technology (shes a hacker??) with a side of science (she has an interest in her mothers work in the field of cognitive "psience" as its referred to in-game!!) uhhh cant really explain stuff well but shes really epic and truly the hackergirl ever. shes cool enough that i partially based a character i recently made off of her tbh"

"Futaba is a traumatized shut-in that hates getting out of her room and interacting with people. She first contacts the heroes by hacking their group chat, asking for them to consider changing the heart of ""Futaba Sakura"".

Once they do, Futaba manages to confront her feelings and trauma and heal. She makes peace with the survivor's guilt she feels after the unfair death of her mother, who was a researcher/programmer before her.

Futaba does a lot of hacking for the sake of her friends, the Phantom Thieves. This also reflects in her Persona Necronomicon. She's the navigator/mission control of the group, not having combat abilities but being able to scan enemies to show their weaknesses.

Futaba's hacking also helps save the protagonist's life at one point. Like that's literally a huge plot point in the True Ending of Persona 5 and 5R. She's amazing."

"She is very good with computers and she helped the Phantom thieves with her hacking abilities"

#stem sister scuffle #round 1 #reagan ridley #inside job #inside job netflix #futaba sakura #persona 5 #p5 #p5r #p5 futaba

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strwbmei · 7 months

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guhh i'm thinking abt fu xuan nowadays... 😔

like.. do i wanna cuddle with her or do unspeakable things to her?? it's hard .. ;_;

Why not both? Not only is Fu Xuan prime brat taming material, but her stature is perfect for cuddling. It's so easy to just effortlessly pull her into your arms. Or if you prefer being the small spoon, it's also adorable how her small hands wrap around you.

#・❥・strwb inbox #・❥・strwb rambles

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snzyflowrr · 1 year

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OC SNEEZES Molly has a tremendous sneezing fit at a party and is helped by Emilia

CW: nudity, swearing, sexual content

snzer: molly

Music was blasting, the lights were dimmed. Molly and Emilia were thoroughly drunk get more so as the party went on.

Molly carried a plastic cup with a liberal amount of boze inside. Suddenly she was knocked forward as the girl behind her bumped into her, making Molly spill her drink down the white button-up shirt she was wearing.

Molly looked down at her top and groaned, “let me get this off I’ll be right back!” Molly shouted to Emilia over the noise.

Emilia nodded and Molly scrambled to the bathroom. She grabbed a towel and drenched it with water and started scrubbing her shirt. It only seemed to be making things worse. The aerosol that had been sprayed in the bathroom must have doused the entire room because it smelt strongly of fake flowers.

As Molly desperately tried to remove the stain from her shirt he chest heaved as the force of the incoming sneezing fit grew near.

“Ahh…ahhh…HIIH…guhh….” Molly moaned in protest but the sneeze wouldn’t back down.

“Oh-oh no… HIIH-Hih-TCHxngtt…. HIH-TCHxngtt!!… HIIH-TchMPTtieww” snot spurt from her nose vigorously, and she whipped in on the damp cloth.

Molly next took a dry cloth in an attempt to fix the wet stain she had made which through the thin white cloth of her button up revealed she had no bra underneath.

“Ohh… guhh…guhh… HUUH… HIIHHIH-TchXxmpptt!! HIH-TCHxXGnpptt!!! Huh… huh… huh… HUH… HIIH-TCHGNXxtcheww!!! Oh my goodness!” Molly moaned bending over with each tremendous sneeze, snot cascading down her face like a waterfall. Her makeup melting off her as eached tortured sneeze escaped her nose, causing her nostrils to burn.

“hih-TchHxXmpt!!! Guhh… Hih-TCHgxXchtt!!!” Her boobs which were already too large for the button-up were being thrown against the seam of the top and they jiggled along with her convulsions.

“HIH-TchXxmpptt!! HIH-TCHxXGnpptt!!! Huh… huh… huh… HUH… HIIH-TCHGNXxtcheww!!! Ugh, fuck,” Molly placed her index finger beneath her nose in order to stop the sneezes. Her chest was bouncing with such vigor that they were stretching the buttons on her blouse so you could just make out her quivering cleavage beneath.

Her finger was able to stop the sneezing if only for a moment but the itch still burned In her nose making her sinuses tingle unpleasantly. Molly moaned and gasped for what felt like ages. When the door swung open.

“I came to check on you because you were taking so long…” Emilia had entered the bathroom but her sudden appearance startled Molly and she let go of her finger and the inevitable sneezes thundered out of her like a volcano eruption.

“HEEH-TSHSZZChhsh! HEEH-TSHSHshsch!! TSSZZHchch!! TSHHHCHCchh!! TSSCHHHSSHH! TSHHHCHHshshsh! HEEH-TSHZZXHSH!!!”

Molly sneezed so violently that the top two buttons on her button up has succumbed to the pressure of her large breasts and popped open her shirt completely causing her voluminous boobs to spill out of her shirt forcefully no longer being able to be held inside her blouse from the thrusting from her sneezes.

“Shit, shit… HIIH-TXHCHSHHIEEW!!”

Molly clamped both hands to her chest squishing her boobs upward.

“Oh you really are a mess,” Emilia shut the door hurrying over to Molly who was still sneezing without relief.

Emilia shoved Mollys tremendously vibrating breasts back into her shirt and buttoning her shirt almost immediately after she did not Molly was bent over by another spurt of sneezing that popped it open once more.

“This is not working,” Emilia removed her shirt pulling it over Molly’s head and Emilia took Molly’s shirt and buttoned up on herself. It was coated in beer, water, and snot but at least Molly wasn’t walking around with her breasts out.

Molly used the collar of Emilia’s shirt to blow her nose with a squelching, wet, gurgling blow.

“I need to get out of the b…b-bathroom or I’ll never stop sn-s-s-sneezing…”

Alright let’s go. Emilia grabbed Mollys hand and guided her through the crowd, they looked pretty ridiculous but it didn’t matter at the moment.

Emilia dragged Molly out to the balcony so she could get some fresh air into her sinus.

“Nice shirt Emilia,” some random boy sneered.

Emilia looked down and realized that everyone could see her own mammoth boobs through the soaked shirt as her chest also stretched the fabric of the shirt.

“Fuck off,”

“HUH-TSHchhh-chew!! HEH-TCHHshsh-chew!! Oh my god, it just won’t stop,” Molly complained, nose buried in her elbow.

“Jeez bless you!” The boy said and went inside.“Your tits do look n-nice… HIIH-TCHZZXSHTIEWW!! Guhh… bless me”

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