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pixelatedraindrops · 2 months

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Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

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scrunkalicious · 21 days

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I JUST. I JUST REWATCHED ARCANE EPISODEZ 3 & 4 W MY BROTHER AND WHAT THE HEEELLLL ATRGARHJAJAAER HEEELPPP SILLY GANG HEELPP WHAT THE FOEUICIOCK

VITKOR VIKTO ROZVIKTOR HE HAD SO MANY CUTE LINEZ IN EPISODIE 3 THAT I KINDA FORGOR HAPPENED AND WHEN I HEARD HIM SPEAK I STAWERED TWEAAKINNNGG HEELPPPEKJEKJLAEGYT&YUTUO

WHEN HE HWHEN HHEE ARHGRGHGHHG

EPISODE 3 STUFF:

"Do you think it was my life's ambition to be an assistant? Scientists seek discoveries, ways to make the world a better place!" WHAT THE FREAAAKKKK HEZ SO PASSIONATE ABT HIS WORK WHAT THE FLIPPPPP I LOVE HIIIMMMMMM HEZ SO WANTING TO HELP PPL WITH HIS WORK OH MY BOG IM DYING

HIS LITTLE "EH"Z WHENEVER HE APEAKZ WHAT THE HEELLL HEZ SO CUTE WHTA THE FLIPPPKOGIYGIY& GOOOOODDAMNITG "Eh...on paper," HEEELPPP THE TEHASHDKJHARHJKAR

"No, we need more than promises. We need proof!" YES YOU TELL HIM (him being btw jayce ew) BABE ARHHJRGGH A MAN OF HIS WORK HELL YEAH!!!!!!

GOOODDD WHEN HEZ XHELPING JAYCE SNEEK INTO THE ACADEMY TO GET THEWUIR WORK BACK AND YOU CAN HEAR HIS CANE ON THE FLOOR TEEHEE ARGHJJGHAGA HEZ SO CUTE

HIS FREAKIN EXPRESSIONZ ARGRGHH MUY WAWAAAA,,,

THE WAY HE USED HIS CANE TO JAM THE DOOR SO PPL CANTR MESS UPO THEIR WORK???? GOODODOGIGDBKJADADBNNBAD

TF THEWY SO GOOFY FOR IM SOBBIBG "They're almost through [the door], no pressure!" "THAT SOUNDS LIKE PRESSURE!!!!!" daawwwg shut up jayce

why was jayce like,,, manifesting when stabilising the hextech stuff what the hell imi cryuibg

NOOOO VIKZ OG CANE BREAKZ WHEN THE DOOR IS SLAMMED OPEN I ARHRJGGHJ D:<

"I'm not sure how to do that, sir," IN RESPONSE TO WHEN THE LORAX (HEIMERDIGER) TELLZ EM TO STOP HOVERFINF IN THE AIR BC HEXTECH MAGIC I AHRJHADKJADKJGTU HYEZ SO CUUTE

why was jayce so dramatic in that ep bro was tweakibg so bad,,, AND THE PART WHERE MEL DISTRACCZ THE GAURD SO VIK & JAYC CAN WORK??? WHY WAS IT BUIOLT LIKE A JUMPSCARE W CAMERA SHAKE N EVERYTHING HELP

EPISODE FOUUURRRR

ARGHGHHGHG VIK USIN THE POWER TOOL TO SCREW IN SMTH AGHRJGJJGJH SAVE MEEE

BUUUHH HIM TELLING HEIMER ABT HEXTECH AND BEING SO SMILEY N HAPPY ABT IT YAAAYYYYY,,,,,,

HIM SHOWING OFF THE HEXCLAW (is. is that machine herald'z third arm.) AND USING TGHE LAZER TO DRAW HEIMER??? HE CAN DRAW?????????? W LAZER IMPRESSIVZW.....

"Imagine what our artificers could do with such a device!" ARTIFICERZ?? SKILLED & ARTISTIC WORKWERZ (i googled what an artificier is) MARLY MENNTIOONNN HEZ TALKING ABT HIS WIIIIFEEEEE (me) WOOOOWWWWW GUYZ CANON REAL MARLY MENTION

AWWWW HIM NOT WANTING to GO ONSTAGE AND GIVE THE SPEEC?? BUH....

ALSO??? EP 4 IS THE FIRST TIME WE HEAR/SEE VIK COUGHING WHICH IS A DIRECT SIGN OF HIS SICKNESS GETTING WORSE INM GONNA EXPLODE

BRO. BRO EHWN. WHEN. WHEN JAYCE SIPPED FROM HIS CUP AND SET IT DOWN SO THAT IT COVERED VIKTOR?? AND HIS CUP ONLY HAS HIM ON IT WHEN VIK ALSO DID WORK??? BOOO BOOOOOOOO EW EW THROWZ TOMAOTOOOOOO

WHAT THE FLIPPPPP WHEN JAYCE & VIK ARE LSTEIGZ TO THE COUNCIL TALK ABT HOW TO HANDLE THE UDERCITY AND THEYRE SHIT TALKING THE UNDERCITY AND VIK JUST HAS TO SIT THERE AND LISTEN??? WHEN HEZ FROM THERE???? EVERYONE IN THE COUNCUIL STFU ILL BEAT YO ASSEZ RN

AND THEM BEING ALL LIKE "We need a good scientist who worked on Hextech to join us on The Council" AND THEY PICK JAYFE??? WHEN. WHEN VIKGTOR IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE???? AWWW HEEELLL NAHHHHH. MEL MEL MEL AS MUYCH ARE YOU ARE PRETTY AND ILY. GIRL,,,,,,, YIU WERE SO NUH UH,,, YOU GOIUN "Only Mr. Talis has the knowledge nessecary to secure the HexGates," HIM ONLY?????? ONLY HIM??? MEL MEL MEL GIIRL U ON MY LAST NERVEZ!!!!! !IM GONNE GET YOU WHAT THE FLIIPP ALSO WHY IS JAYCE SO FLAMBOYANT

BUT THAT EP SHOWED ONE OF MY FAVE VIK FRAMEZ SO YAAY

AAARRGHHHH I KLOVE VIKTOR SO MUCH,,, RUNNING UP TO HIM AND KISSING HIM BREATHLESS RN,,,,,

#guyz marly is actually canon in arcane she just has a short mention <3 #viktor managed to sneak a mention to heimerdinger #just so he can talk abt his girl #<3 #scrunkalicious #scrunkalicious?? more like yappalicious #💜martor💜#sorry i yapped

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skaruresonic · 4 months

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I write HL fics sometimes so go check 'em out. links and excerpts under the read more. yeet

In the Eye of the Beholder - benignmilitancy - Half-Life [Archive of Our Own]

It wasn't a conscious decision.

It seldom is.

Risk factors. As if one's life can be reduced to a chemical deficit. ---

He can't say where it started, only where it's led him.

He saw the dwindling rations, the tight pinched miens of the men around him. The incessant chatter of a television broadcasting some new infathomable horror.

He ate less, started giving Kleiner his share. You need it more than I do.

Maybe the transference is why Kleiner started fighting battles on his behalf. Merely breathing is an incredible act of courage. I'll not have you speak ill to him when he's ailing.

"What about the rest of us, Kleiner? Do you really think this has just been peaches for us? Damned facility took everything! May God have mercy on our souls, because this coalition certainly won't spare us!"

In the days following the Seven Hours, he experienced no passions, no ambitions, no plans or desires. Consciousness a blank expanse. He became an unthinking creature, a vegetable at the ripe old age of twenty-three, confined to lying on a dirty couch, waiting for it to become a coffin.

A hand rustling the pillow beneath him, propping him up. A spoonful of flavorless chicken broth poised to his chapped lips, which parted out of reflex and allowed the liquid to slip inside.

Occasionally he felt fingers, dry and cold, knead his throat.

You must live. Kleiner, a tremulous wisp. Our hubris stole your future. Barney, I promise with whatever breath is granted me, I'll correct this grievous wrong. ---

I believe the Combine intend to show us every horror possible. They'll try to strip us of our rationality, our humanity, our sanity and our very souls. They'll parade us as animals to be gawked at and specimens to be dissected. You cannot do their work for them, Barney.

Life has no intrinsic meaning, it's true. We can neither rationalize nor justify our existence. We may not have a reason to continue. But there is such cohesion, such structure, to the universe that I find it impossible to believe we don't have a place in it at all. Let us be damned before we let our aggressors define it for us.

For a single sublime moment, Kleiner's hope made him beautiful.

Bless the wretched, who cling to scraps as they drift through this dark sea. --- Mycotoxin - benignmilitancy - Half-Life (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] Hammer Two forges ahead and freezes at the threshold.

"Oh, sh... " And then it remembers. "Untagged biotics in Sector Nineteen."

Ghost Five staggers back in, twists and convulses beneath a pulsating mask of black mold. Spores spray on each exhale of the ventilator, latching onto the dust motes and burning. Asthmatic smoke.

Christ. Fall back. Bear back.

Daggers discharge. Raindrops in a puddle. The sterilizers have nowhere to go. They're simply eaten.

Hammer Two activates its wall and pulls up its hammer, sloughing sparks. There is something gladiatorial in the way it creeps toward Ghost Five. Near valiant. But the moment dies brutishly: the wall sputters and half of Hammer Two disintegrates. The other half slumps to the carpet. Carrion. Feasted upon. What it is now, the others don't know.

What's the designation? someone asks. Questions ripple through them.

What's the designation.

Spores.

The designation.

Mold?

Designation.

"You fucking morons, who cares what it is?"

They call for their mother, who responds with cold silence.

OVERWATCH WE ARE REQUESTING DESIGNATION

WE HAVE UNTAGGED

--- Derailed - benignmilitancy - Half-Life [Archive of Our Own]

Rain bombs the rooftops, a thousand simultaneous explosions silvering the streets. Water rattles the drainpipes loose from their bolts. Skies weep, unable to inhale. Endless baptisms rinse the city clean. He hasn't seen anything like it since the Seven Hours.

The man who stepped in front of the razor train, the whole and complete Kevlar-clad body he used to belong to, asked him in a thin whisper: You think it'll work?

Will what work?

Your Resistance. Go poking at the beast and it'll tear your head right off the stump. ---

Mask - benignmilitancy - Half-Life [Archive of Our Own] After a moment of silence, you roll up the hem of your armor.

They can't help but stare at the purple welt puckered over your right kidney. The flesh folded inward, the serrated ghosts of stitches puncturing brown skin.

Torso pads caught most of it. You appraise it with a nonchalant sniff. He cut it from a tin can, y'know, didn't know how to hold it the right way, and, uh. You trace the scar, almost fondling it under the pad of your index finger, before lowering your hem. He ran when he saw it broke off. They sent a couple shredders after him. Didn't make it past the front gate.

You sigh then and throw a stick into the oil drum. Golden cinders flare.

You know the real fucked part? As you were bleeding on the floor like a stuck pig? You got pissed at him. You. The mask. They were chasing him out the door and all you could think was, Just you wait, you raggedy little shit.

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Path of the Borealis - benignmilitancy - Half-Life [Archive of Our Own]

Alone, he contemplated his failure.

One thread remained.

He crushed it.

Windows shattered outward, crashing tidal waves of glass into the darkness. Incandescent tubes scorched around him, belching sparks that caught on the upholstery. The tram's chassis screeched as the car folded in on itself, metal joints and steel bones scrunching with papery ease.

The last vortal cord sizzled protest in his fist.

Doctor Freeman. The darkness harbored lungs, and it prepared to scream. It… appears we've been quite… obdurate. ---

"You call me less than human. You, who are no more than an animal yourself, terrified of any glimmer of truth illuminating the shadows playing upon the cavern walls of your dim consciousness. What possible use could we have for you, an evolutionary dead end clinging wretchedly to its last vestiges? Only a fool would believe her short-lived passions serve us in the palace of the enlightened."

Breen dropped her. Let her crawl.

Long, jointed fingers grasped her ankles and dragged back its prey, letting the steel grate abrade her Hunter wounds. The floor's ridges scraped her flesh until her scabs cracked. A cold, seeping trickle smeared across her stomach, joining the sweat dampening her undershirt.

"I am the gentlest propagator of this process, believe you me. The native-born aren't quite as considerate for the concerns of the flesh, but I still remember what it means to be saddled down by human foible."

Clutching her throbbing shoulder, Alyx scrabbled in vain at the floor. Toward the launcher, toward anything that could offer salvation. Her heart slammed inside her ribcage, full to burst.

"I can improve you, perfect you in ways your simian cerebrum can hardly grasp. Have you seen the thorough work I've done with Dr. Mossman? How easily I've washed away her pesky flaws? One can't help but appreciate her now that she lacks her stubborn streak, her subtle arrogance driven by fears of inadequacy. Far better than the existing stock, wouldn't you agree?"

This couldn't be it. She couldn't die here, not to him, not with Mossman watching—

" …Now, there, you won't feel a thing, I promise. This baptism is the most invigorating thing you will ever do. Doesn't that sound far kinder a fate than any afterlife could purport to be? And who better to convert you than me?

"Not to worry: you're in much more capable hands than the ones that clutched your father. His death was an unrefined mess I wish not to repeat. No; for my next piece, I intend to chip away at you until what remains cannot even be called broken."

In the midst of horror, a place of calm. A clear voice.

Look, her father said. Look closer.

No; closer. Past the shock and pain and helplessness; past the blood pooling through limestone; peel back the layers, quiet the scrape of the scream writhing from your throat; stop feeling, stop grieving and see; what remains?

The Advisor in the barn. Bearing pockmarks from its damaged life support.

Alyx, her father said. Look in the inhuman eyes of the one who killed me. ---

Around her, darkness laughed. Stupid girl. Your father suffered many nightmares, but only one was born of choice.

[Lies.]

Whether hand or mind willed it, she didn't know. The former slipped into her boot and curled around a familiar curve.

[Vindicate me. Extinguish these lies.]

Alyx slaked off the HEV with a shove and brandished the pincer. Let the bastard's amused gaze absorb the glint of the weapon that had lured the terrified animal from Breen's host body, made the human inside taste hell.

"This is what you really want, right?" It turned, wry amusement etching Gordon's features. "What you arranged in Black Mesa." With a spirit as chillingly clear as ice, she poised the tip over her heart. "Let him go." Pushed in until the point sank through the parka's outermost skin, slitting tender down. "Or you lose everything."

Unperturbed in the slightest, it rose, and walked toward the fire. "Of the various species I have encountered, I have noted core characteristics." Emerald radiance blurred its edges. Gordon immolated. Gordon through a stained-glass window. Exalted. Untouchable. "They are born, cold, hungry, and screaming, into a world where their suffering engenders no meaning. Rather than endure such an existence, many seek relief. They embrace the end."

The pincer quaked.

"All except one. You do not know how to die."

The light was as holy as it was alien. Heatless like oblivion. Like transcendence.

"It is because you do not know how to die that your kind worships shadows. I knew your Resistance would never come to be without a sacrificial lamb or two. For that role, I could have chosen anyone. You, well. Provided the most convenient means, shall we say.

"To put it in the simplest terms I can: I don't like squandering my investments." Smooth metal nudged her breast. The heart, pumping worthless blood, accelerated at the intrusion. "At Black Mesa, I hoped to purge you of your afflictions. But I see my methods have failed. Instead, you passed your strain onto your neighbor."

Instinct checked her hand, prevented her from carrying out the threat.

The entity huffed a noiseless laugh as she relented her grip. "The flesh is a prison. It craves survival."

tery power is four p

Reduced to a crawl, she knelt beside Barney's prone form while the entity raised its arms, spreading veined wings of cables and cords. If she couldn't commit the crucial deed, she could at least... At least...

"There is nowhere to run, Miss Vance. You both belong to me," it said, "the organs of my body." ---

Something Secret Steers Us - benignmilitancy - Half-Life [Archive of Our Own] Maybe all their struggles amounted to futile effort, a fool's errand. An armored suit worn once and tucked away.

She wouldn't accept her death with any of the grace her mother and father had. She'd be dragged screaming into the dark, gnashing her teeth and biting the hand that supposedly fed.

Until now, she'd been measuring herself against this shadow in her head, this specter of Eli, weighing whether or not he'd have done the same in her circumstances. And she'd been so certain, so absolutely sure her father would have done the right thing, wouldn't have let anyone under his protection die.

"I can't take this," she whispered. "Between Dad and Barney and Gordon, it feels like I'm being crushed… And I know they need me to hold it together, I know… But making these decisions over who lives and who dies… How am I supposed to do that?"

But maybe he would have. The prospect that she didn't really know him at all, what he was capable of in a similar moment of blind, abject desperation, terrified her. That behind every self-effacing moment of his was calculation. That his insistence not to saint him but to look to Gordon instead—so certain this myth of a man held the answers they sought—had been in fact meticulously designed to get her to this point, with Gordon as the control. Solved like an equation, by proof and by axiom, whose life will pay the greater dividend? Whose life may we cast aside? Show your work, Dr. Vance.

#'tis the season for half-life. fa la la la la la la #half-life #half life #fanfic #half life fanfiction #I didn't list all of it but. w/e

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mxttellion · 2 years

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Pat headcannons. Hand em over RN pal- 🔫

(jsjfjdjfj obviously you don't have to RN but whenever you can or want to :D

YOU ASKED FOR IT so. i gotta. it's a promise

...well, read after the read more, it's gonna take a while. (/j)

*cracks knuckles*

alright it's just gonna be a dump of everything i have so far, with some that are related to my own universe and others that are mostly related to some kind of canon adjacent au where he's part of the army, but a lot of them tend to overlap, ill try to find a middle ground between the two- also good thing if you remember that post i made a while ago about some hcs, it's useful

- Full name? Patryck Kedzierski-Hopperstad. got both surnames from his parents. But ends up just using his first one

-He's 185 cm tall, the tallest of his group;

-Uses He/They, and kinda prefers neutral terms over masc, but ultimately doesn't mind both. He's also bi.

- He's incredibly optimistic! Just an overall solar guy! He can be snearky and kind of an asshole, pushing people's buttons on purpose, but mostly does it out of playful blanter rather than actual malice. (Plus, he finds reactions to his jokes/jabs incredibly funny). He may also give you a funny nickname in the process. He's incredibly passionate about the stuff he does, and also can be very reckless, which isnt really a good thing for his health. But you only live once, so better make the best out of it, especially after being sheltered! Oh, he gets offended easily, and may try to strangle you if you comment his hair. Pat can also be incredibly reckless and stubborn. He'd jump from high heights just to prove he can fall on his feet and then break his ankle in the process. In the rp he sprained his ankle and didnt want any help. He can do this on his own, duh – the reckless will come back later..

- He has like. 34 illnesses and allergies. from asthma, to dust allergy, to lactose intolerance, ibs, migraines, general weakness, frequent insomnia, scoliosis, chronic sneezes, glass bones and paper skin, sensitive skin to the sun, had diverticulosis, appendicitis, tonsillitis and is probably allergic to bees, has shit sight but refuses to wear glasses, short term memory loss. He also most likely lacks a liver. No one knows where it went. And he rightfully cant stand the smell of smoke lol

Also yes, he's stressed, doesnt want to show it, he will internalize it and then get crows feet (which is what those two lines under his eyes are.) Also he can faint on command.

-Hes half polish and half norwegian, and has an younger sister by two years, called Brygida.

They and Pat get along extremely well, they're a dynamic and dangerous duo! After all, they had to support each other during their childhood. Brygida is the complete opposite of Pat: but she also was the one who introduced him to a bunch of stuff he ended up enjoying. Like boy bands.

-His relationship with their parents is..rather complicated, to say the least. They were incredibly overprotective during his childhood, sheltering him from everything that could even be slightly dangerous for his fragile health. You could find him peeking from his room window at times, just to see other kids playing. But also, despite that, he was still the oldest child, and being such, they has high standards for his education and controlling of his career path and interests: at some point, he'll end up arguing with them just to let him get to the college he wanted to, a technology related one, and almost risks to get disowned, with tension rising and them not even bothering to call him once he moves away. Also yeah, Pat had to hide a lot of interests and keep them a secret from them, you know, just in case.

- Brygida was the one who got him to find friends in his life (and in my hc universe, the one who introduced him to Paul)

- he has a pocket switchblade knife with him for some reason, it's orange and there are kawaii stickers plastered on it. Don't ask why.

-lol autistic moment, of course. His special interest are planes and anything related to flight, along side IT. Oh, how can i forget: He's a 90s boy! He's stuck in that era. You may find it constantly gushing about his favorite boybands and members he has a crush on. He owns an orange nokia 3310 which HAS never been changed and refuses to change. owns a n64 aswell, and keeps claming that his haircut is a 90s popular haircut for men. give em the benefit of the doubt.

-regarding the autism part, he was also diagnosed late. just to add a bit more of pressure from also his parents, who never got why he would shut down and feel overly pressured. Especially during school. Straight As and all that junk.

- he vapes. (i stole this from a friend lmao) despite having asthma. this person is a mystery

-Shit at driving, shit at shooting. He's got the whole package. Despite being in the army, he can't use guns for shit, and more than once ended up getting everyone around him in danger (mostly Paul. He did hit him in the face more than once.) He has a license but honestly, He doesnt even know how they got it themselves. Probably still out of luck

-He's somehow the science guy of the group, the one with more of a broader knowledge on more scientific stuff- with him taking notes on notebooks about his findings

- RA HCS!!! uh. He's the latest addition to it. He joined rather late compared to the others (Tord, Paul, Yuu and Yanov) and he almost joined as a joke at first, only to get accepted inside for some reasons. At first he was recruited as a substitute pilot for Yanov, as he was unavaliable at the time (broken arm lol), with Paul automatically becoming his co pilot, despite his COSTANT wishes to not get involved with a newbie. Yes, the plane he crashed in The Snogre was one of his first planes, and SOMEHOW managed to not get demoted and kicked on the spot.

- The fact that he cant personalize his army outfit drives him insane. also his favorite color is orange.

-Keeps a notebook where they write all the stuff he needs to remember. His memory isn't exactly the best, and has regrettably forgotten some important stuff but not malicious intent behind it. It's just a problem he has with his own memory. They also keep a page with all the stuff his friends - family like, dislike, how they would like to be approached and stuff. In that way he never forgets.

LMAO I probably do have more lying around somewhere, but I just cant recall right now AND this post is way too long already. Maybe just ask me about them lmao

#rxplies #eddsworld #my brainrot is. something indeede #ew patryck #ew headcanons #ew au #long post #nxb interps

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fluffernuttermemes · 2 years

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A Christmas Carol Sentence Starters

Starters from the classic Charles Dickens novella. Change pronouns and wording as needed.

"[NAME] was dead, to begin with."

"The wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the country's done for."

"[NAME] and [HE/SHE/THEY] were partners for I don't know how many years."

"No wind that blew was bitterer than [HE/SHE/THEY], no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn't know where to have [HIM/HER/THEM]."

"Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry?"

"What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose?"

"What's Christmas-time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books, and having every item in 'em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you?"

"Keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine."

"You're quite a powerful speaker, [SIR/MADAME/MX.]"

"I want nothing from you; I ask nothing of you; why cannot we be friends?"

"Have I the pleasure of addressing [NAME]?"

"We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices."

"'You wish to be anonymous?"

"I wish to be left alone. Since you ask me what I wish, [SIR/MADAME/MX.], that is my answer."

"It's enough for a man to understand his own business, and not to interfere with other people's."

"It's not convenient, and it's not fair."

"Darkness is cheap, so I like it."

"What do you want with me?"

"Can you— Can you sit down?"

"'What evidence would you have of my reality beyond that of your own senses?"

"Why do you doubt your senses?'"

"There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!"

"'Dreadful apparition, why do you trouble me?'

"I wear the chain I forged in life,' replied the Ghost. 'I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it."

"Speak comfort to me, [NAME]!"

"I have no comfort to give."

"I cannot rest, I cannot stay, I cannot linger anywhere."

"'Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!"

"Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down?"

"Look to see me no more; and look that, for your own sake, you remember what has passed between us!"

"'Are you the Spirit whose coming was foretold to me?"

"Who and what are you?"

"Rise! and walk with me!"

"Your lip is trembling. And what is that upon your cheek?"

"I should like to have given [HIM/HER/THEM] something: that's all."

"Why, it's old [NAME]! Bless his heart, it's [NAME] alive again!"

"You wouldn't believe how those two fellows went at it!"

"If that's not high praise, tell me higher, and I'll use it."

"That which promised happiness when we were one in heart is fraught with misery now that we are two."

"Show me no more!"

"Remove me from this place."

"I am [NAME]. Look upon me!"

"Conduct me where you will."

"Touch it."

"There are some upon this earth of yours who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name, who are as strange to us, and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us."

"Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are!'"

"Sit ye down before the fire, my dear, and have a warm."

"[HE'S/SHE'S/THEY'RE] not coming."

"Tell me if [NAME] will live."

"Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die?"

"I couldn't be angry with [HIM/HER/THEM] if I tried."

"Hark! The time is drawing near."

"Have [HE/SHE/THEY] no refuge or resource?"

"Lead on! The night is waning fast."

"I don't know much about it either way. I only know [HE'S/SHE'S/THEY'RE] dead."

"Merciful heaven, what is this?"

"I understand you, and would do it if I could. But I have not the power!"

"There is hope yet, [NAME]."

"Nothing is past hope, if such a miracle has happened."

"If I can be of service to you in any way..."

"Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead. But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me!"

"They are here—I am here—the shadows of the things that would have been may be dispelled. They will be. I know they will!"

"I don't know what to do! I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy, I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!"

"It's all right, it's all true, it all happened."

"That is my name, and I fear it may not be pleasant to you. Allow me to ask your pardon."

"Don't say anything, please."

"I am much obliged to you. I thank you fifty times. Bless you!"

"I have come to dinner. Will you let me in, [NAME]?"

"I am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer."

"His own heart laughed, and that was quite enough for him."

#rp meme #roleplay meme #our memes #sentence starters #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #roleplay prompt #rp memes

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whumpmatsus · 2 years

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snez/illness/allergies/etc. meme! & EVEN MORE character snez/illness/allergy/etc. asks!! / ACCEPTING!

aaaah, a very fun concept~

💐: Is there anything they really love despite (or in spite of) being allergic to it? Is there a reason they like that thing so much, or just that they like it? Do they still love it even when they’re a stuffy, drippy, sneezy mess because of it, or do they have kind of a love-hate relationship with it?

❤️ On the whole for Osomatsu... everything he's allergic to, he's pretty much either indifferent to or hates with a passion. Flowers could go either way, some of them are nice to look at but he doesn't have any really strong feelings toward them. Japanese cedar trees? He hates 'em. Dust? Can't stand it. Every perfume/cologne he's allergic to? He doesn't care one way or the other as long as it's kept away from him. Anything that makes him sneeze or itch is getting no love from him.

💙 Have we talked about Karamatsu and strawberries?? Because that's definitely one thing. He loves them a lot, for no particular reason, and usually he loves them even when he's suffering. Most of the time strawberries just make him itchy and have a runny nose, but, sneezing sometimes. As for everything else he's allergic to... he still loves flowers even though he's allergic to most of them. Though he probably won't feel the love while he's sneezing and stuffed-up, he'll tolerate it well enough.

💚 Hands-down, for Choromatsu, it's cats. It always starts out not being very severe (like, he can handle one cat in the house if he's not like two feet away) and more congestion and sniffling before he starts sneezing, so he can pretend at first that it's no big deal. There's not much of a reason, just that he has an affinity for them, he thinks they're cute. Of course, then he starts sneezing and dripping and... well, it's not pretty, but he doesn't care that much. He still loves the cats even when he's a mess because of one curled up in his lap or some such... he couldn't even consider not liking them!

💜 Absolutely not for Ichimatsu. Almost everything he's allergic to, he dislikes. Seriously, if his body is telling him to stay away from something, is it really a good idea to fall madly in love with that thing? Even he's not that dumb. Well... the one exception is in an AU where he's allergic to cats. He just finds cats so much easier to talk to and bond with than people, so even when he's violently allergic to them, he still loves them so much and spends time with them. Even when he's having sneezing fits, constantly blowing his nose, and hives are cropping up, it never crosses his mind to give up his cats; he'd probably die first before that.

💛 Well, Jyushimatsu is closer to the kind of indifference Osomatsu feels with most things he's allergic to. He doesn't often manage true hate for anything or anyone, especially not for innocent little things that his body sometimes overreacts to. It's not their fault, so they don't deserve his anger! Of some note is that he does enjoy some kinds of flowers despite the fact that he might be allergic to them. He might occasionally pick some and keep them around the house or with him for a while. It's not that he love love loves them, they're just kind of nice sometimes. Though, as soon as the sneezing and congestion and runny nose gets too bad, they're gone, because he's not gonna suffer that much for them.

💖 Where most of his allergies are concerned, Totty doesn't hold too much affection for things that make him miserable. Like, why would he actively choose to be all sneezy and snotty and gross just because he likes the look or smell of something?? Is that something people willingly do? ... Okay, well, there's one exception. It's a specific kind of perfume that makes him sneeze like crazy and causes a rash if he puts too much on. He loves it so much, but it's only for special occasions due to the reaction it causes. It's a certain scent that he's convinced he can't find anywhere else, even in knockoffs or with ingredients he's not allergic to, so, he can handle it as long as he doesn't wear it all the time. Often he regrets the decision... he's good at pretending he's fine, though.

#Osomatsu san #whump #allergies #sneezing #headcanons #Osomatsu #Karamatsu #Choromatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Totty #MY BABIES this was such a good one <3

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hey venus! god. i absolutely adore chiouma, i will draw and maybe even write all the content if i must. i am so passionate about these two, it's wild. and omg, hajime has to be one of my favorite DR protagonists ever, he is a little sassy but he has such a good heart and he is so loyal. bless him <3

also i'm a few minutes in for yttd, i think we just got introduced to the 11 characters in the cast and they're in a blue room discovering the collars and let me just say. joe tazuna gives me such gender envy and i want his gender so badly. the small green haired girl seems like a sweetheart, the red apron guy seems ominous but i'm curious to know more about him, the buff yellow haired guy has dunkle energy, i don't trust the grey scientist guy, i thought the punk girl was from paramore for a second, the apron person seems cool, and the tiny cat person gave me a fight or flight response. sara also seems neat!

and. given my track record of simping for villains...i swear if i end up simping for the green haired beanie guy, i'm gonna lose my mind. i will have to simply decompose. please... my kokichi simping already makes me so affectionately ill.... /j /lh

i'll keep you updated as i watch further! i'm excited to see where the story goes!!

-☀️ sunshine anon

AHHH YOUR FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE SO SIMILAR TO MINE IM CACKLING. joe is definitely one of my favourites, top 5 characters for sure. sara is actually my favourite - without spoiling anything she’s such a refreshing change from dr protagonists who never seen to be affected by anything lol. the cat boy is also in my top 3 characters, as well as the buff blond guy n beanie boy. love em all. i’m so attached to this cast i can’t wait to hear updates from you hehe.

i’m such a simp for the beanie boy it’s embarrassing i literally wrote smut fic abt him bc the brainrot was that strong. i would link it to you but it’ll have spoilers for the end of chapter one so 😭

#☀️ anon #dear venus.

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Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!!

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

#cosmic entity's art #minecraft #mob talker mod #mc creeper #mc zombie #mc skeleton #mc spider #mc blaze #mc enderman #character design

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