#{ that's chill! i do that all the time uvu }

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE LOV HEADCANONS

If you were to be kidnapped by the LOV, the league of villains, they would be watching you like creepy stalkers for a VERY LOONG time. It would be really infuriating for them to watch you doing the same boring things over and over again and again for days together. Won't you EVER get bored of living that bland vanilla life? You CLEARLY needed some spice in your life, at least, that's what THEY felt (Read, more like what DABI and TWICE felt. Shigaraki just didn't give a damn about you, that egoistical prick)

But no matter how much Shigaraki claimed that you were a useless spoiled brat, even HE couldn't shake off his feelings for you. Toga and Dabi would often tease him about it which would always result in a full fledged slapping war till mama Kurogiri tells the crybabies to CALM TF down

HECK, even KUROGIRI thinks you won't be so bad... When the other members of the LOV asked him to open up his warp gate and help them kidnap you, he resisted saying that you just needed some time. Even he was curious as to why most of the members of the LOV had suddenly taken an interest in you 

You were the prey, the victim they ALL fell in love with and the fact that they weren't controlling you yet and possessing you yet was pissing them TF off and was driving them INSANE

It won't be long before they kidnap you. You might be skipping along one day, looking like a happy cute adorable little chipmunk that's excited for something and suddenly, BOOM! Everything goes dark and fog and mist surrounds you (Cue the special effects and the dramatic evil chuckling and creepy organ music playing from the middle of nowhere) 

You would be TERRIFIED out of your wits to see Kurogiri just staring at you as well as the other members of the LOV as well (Well, of COURSE, who WOULDN'T be scared of out of their minds when you see villains glaring at you?) This is their chance to PROVE to you that you shouldn't place your faith and waste your breath on those pathetic no good hero scum who are useless most of the times anyway 

You would be gagged for a few days, chained and all. Dabi would have to deal with Toga's constant pestering asking whether she could make you bleed since she thinks you look cute and adorable in red and with blood all over you... Damn, this is scary

Crusty lips would be the MOST SCARIEST yandere, no doubt about that. He'd threaten you the most, show you the LEAST amount of love and affection, and basically, acts like a spoiled kid with the aura of a demon. He might even threaten to turn you to ash if you don't stop flinching away and turning away from him (SOMEONE HAND ME A KNIFE, I HAVE A CRUSTY RAT TO STAB!!!!! UvU)

That arrogant jerkface would LOVE to taunt you, call you all sorts of names and he gets some sick sort of pleasure seeing how HELPLESS you were under HIS control, poor sweet dumb little thing.... He wouldn't actually turn you to ash but seeing the way you squirm around from time to time just makes him feel so... aroused and gets all these crazy thoughts about you that'll be left to YOUR imagination ;)

Is Toga a yandere? BWAHAHAHAHAH XD Is that even a QUESTION to ask? She is the MASTER of all yanderes, and I honestly think she and Ayano Aishi from Yandere Simulator would be best pals and killing buddies. She'd swoon all over you and coo how cute you are in that sickeningly sugar coated voice of hers and say how beautiful you'd look in blood till Dabi pulls her away from you. When it's her turn to spend time with the LOV's 'pet' she's gonna literally POUNCE on you, trying to take your blood, tying you up and making you beg for more (HONESTLY, how TF is she NOT a vampire!!!???) She LOVES being dominant and unfortunately for you, you're her little plaything 

Twice is kinda chill AND DEADLY scary at the same time. I think he has a bipolar personality since one minute he's gonna be laughing with you and the next minute he's gonna do somethin dangerous towards you. This guy's really unpredictable and it's horrifying. You might be running into HIS arms for comfort AND yet, at the same time, you might be running away from him too like your hair's on fire. This dude's personality is so unpredictable, is damn scary.... TvT 

Mr Compress might just be the BEST yandere or captor you could EVER ASK for, PERIODT. He'd treat you well and certainly not like it when the other members try harming you in any way. He would never degrade you either. He'll take you to his room at night and show you all  sorts of cool magic tricks and slow dance with you like in those cutesy dramatic romantic movies. He'd stroke his thumb over your soft lips, caress your cheeks lovingly and say how cute and adorable and amazing you were and how he'd be your source of comfort from those overgrown morons with an IQ of a sardine tin can. He'll LOVE it when you're dependent on him and ONLY him and he would NEVER bring himself to hurt you like the others (Man, this dude is making me cry....)

Dabi couldn't care less at first when he saw you. He thought you were another little plaything for his use and he'd toss you away like a Kleenex after you were broken. And yet, something about you just attracts him to you and that's actually pretty terrifying. If Dabi's in a bad mood, you better start saying your freaking prayers since this man takes sadism to a WHOLE NOTHER level, it's a question now, who's more of a sadist. Dabi or Shigaraki? If he's in a good mood, he'll just ask you to shut up and cuddle with you and rub some gentle circles on your back

To piss Crusty Face Handyman even MORE, he'll make you sit on his lap during meetings while Shigaraki's gonna be damn pissed at BOTH you and HIM and that'll jus t make the prick Dabi satisfied. Sometimes, he won't be so bad to you, otherwise he's gonna make you do all sorts of things you're uncomfortable with and he's gonna be like your WORST NIGHTMARE in HUMAN form. He and Shigaraki might even TAG TEAM when it comes to your punishments and they CERTAINLY WON'T be your favorite yanderes, that's for SURE

Oh JESUS... when it comes to Spinner he's like the MOST SOFTEST yandere EVER just like Mr. Compress. He LOVES showering you with love and affection, and he's just so pure, he can't EVER hurt you... OMG, MY HEART!!!!!....

He CERTAINLY feels bad with Compress when the league uses you as their personal stress toy and hence, they're the ones who'll actually take care of you and treat you with such gentle care and tender love. He'll be one who'll actually make you happy, by sneaking food for you when the league tries to starve you since you were being bad, talk to you about the things you like and care about, won't EVER touch you inappropriately since he DROWNS in his respect women juice and feels really bad since he can't help you escape. This boi is so PRECIOUS, IMMA DIE FROM A CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!!!!!!!!

Kurogiri will be like the parental figure and whenever the punishments get out of hand like the villains trying to touch you inappropriately and all, he'll be there to stop in no time. Though he's a villain, he cares for you just like Compress and Spinner. He won't hesitate to punish you, but his punishments will just be a bit tamer than the ones the others give. His punishments will be something like him just ignoring you for a few hours and all that. He'll make sure to take good and proper care of you and feed you and on time and ensure you aren't malnourished. He'll talk to you about the current things going on around the world and honestly... he ain't so bad

In my opinion, Stain is a chivalrous guy. He won't torture you, EVER nor will he ever invade your personal space. He thinks you're cute and adorable and he'll compliment you oh just a DOZEN times a day. Like Kurogiri, he ensures you're safe and all right and after a harsh treatment with the Terrifying Trio (aka. Stabby blood rat, crusty chicken nugget and BURNT chicken nugget) he'll be there to comfort you and wipe your tears away and gently hold you to sleep after he tends to your injuries. If you're locked away somewhere, he'll at the very least try sneaking some food for you and telling you that you're strong and you'll be able to cope with it and gently encourage you

[papaziggy-devblog]

What would your RO's options be of the DoL RO's?

This is going to take so long why would you do this to me? OTL

Harper:

Kylar: Probably similar to Xavier... Bully but more in a cousin-ly sort of way... Would play games with, Would carry by the scruff like a stray cat

Whitney: On sight, throwing hands, no questions asked

Sydney: Makes Harper itchy :\

Robin: Who's lost child is this? Doesn't know really what to do with him... Would default to playing fortnight with... Possibly friends on Roblox?

Avery: Thinks he's weird, is loaded himself so not impressed, which I'd imagine would annoy Avery

Eden: Would probably never meet unless Eden lived near the camp cause Harper would never willingly spend any amount of time in the woods unless it involved MC

Alex: Probably banned from the farm for saying 'I wanna be a cooowboyy baby' one too many times

Malik

Kylar: "Oh great.. another fuckin' weirdo"

Whitney: Avoids if possible but probably has been targeted a few times, has probably tricked him into eating laxities at one point as retaliation

Sydney: Is chill with... C!Syd would probably fit into the friend group p alright, always returns his science textbooks at the very last second though

Robin: Goes older brother mode

Avery: Doesn't even bother, hates guys like Avery

Eden: Would 100% avoid at all cost

Alex: Don't really have any strong opinions on

Gavin

Kylar: Feels kinda bad he's always alone... probably would try to interact with? Check up on here and there? You ok buddy?

Whitney: Would be absolutely terrified of... would avoid at all cost

Sydney: Would hit on both P! and C!

Robin: Would help with the lemonade stand

Avery: Feels very uneasy around

Eden: Also terrified of

Alex: Not allowed on the farm anymore, but only cause the chickens bully him too much

Sophie

Kylar: Also feels kinda bad he's always alone... maybe brings him a snack here and there

Whitney: Whitney very quickly realized he was out of his depth.. For once, pray for this man

Sydney: Thinks he's a sweetheart! Would be gentle with him <3.... Would not be gentle with C!Syd cause he's freaky like that... On a related note, is probably Sirris' #1 customer

Robin: Goes mom-friend mode, maybe dotes a little too much though

Avery: Avery wishes he could handle her

Eden: Would feel a bit bad about him being all alone in the woods, might also go mom-mode with, the thought of tiny little Sophie scolding him makes me giggle

Alex: Would think he's nice, I could see her liking to help with the animals

Cammie

Kylar: Is creeped out by him, stays away as far as possible

Whitney: Like Gavin, is terrified of him, avoids at all cost

Sydney: Thinks he's really nice! Would be very easily flustered by C!Syd though

Robin: Would probably get along the best with tbh, I see them being sweet friends uvu

Avery: Ducking through alleyways to avoid, leave her alone pls

Eden: Is never stepping foot in the forest ever again qvo

Alex: I could see her volunteering at the farm! Probably helping with smaller livestock

Jazz

Kylar: Keeps a close eye on him, very suspicious

Whitney: Having absolutely none of his BS... Probably suplexes him at one point

Sydney: No strong opinions of, happy he's not much of a trouble maker

Robin: .... Are we sure this isn't one of the campers?

Avery: Shoots him down point blank and tells him to piss off

Eden: Battle for dominance lmao

Alex: Probably has some sort of deal going where campers can come to his farm for educational stuff

Dante

Kylar: 'ThatBoyAin'tRight'

Whitney: Has probably punched him out

Sydney: No strong opinions of tbh

Robin: Dad mode

Avery: Just turns and walks away without saying anything

Eden: Staring into the camera like in the office

Alex: Don't really see much interaction between the two

[jazzmckay]

tagged by @broodsys for this writer questionnaire uvu ty, i got really into this one. the deep jazz lore incoming <3

tagging @lyriumlullaby-ao3, @inscrutable-shadow, and @skadizzleross

copy and paste-able question list at the bottom of the post!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

says 88, but one is anonymous lol 89 babey

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

824,682

3. What fandoms do you write for?

dragon age currently, prior to that, detroit: become human. some witcher and RWBY mixed in. teen wolf, dishonored, red vs blue, homestuck back in the day, a couple other things.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Truth in Melody (witcher, geraskier)

The World Upside Down (dbh gen)

left an impression on my heart (teen wolf, scott/stiles. its over a decade old i am not linking this lol)

Variable Outcome (dbh, connor & gavin gen)

Winter Chill and Summer Bloom (dbh, connor/gavin)

5. Do you respond to comments?

absolutely! if i don't, it's only because the person is being a jerk or just uncomfortable. give me a heart emoji, you're getting a heart emoji right back. boop

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i generally write happy endings, no matter how hellish the road to that happy endings is. i do, however, have a Bad End dbh oneshot. Fair Compensation. it's straight up non-con, and from aggressor pov, so viewer discretion is advised

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

gosh idk how i could pick. as i said in the previous answer, i try to leave off on a high note. Truth in Melody or perhaps Promises to Keep. wouldn't say they're happier than others, but they're among my longest fics, which means the characters had to go through some bullshit to get those happy endings lmfao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

a couple times. more often, i get weird / uncomfortable comments that i just ignore

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do! well, i'd say "kinky" tends to be a general theme ahahaha and feelsy! smut in my chaptered fics are more basic, the oneshots can be wild though. and then there's from the depths, an ancient song, where i wrote a foursome involving a LOT of tentacles. like a lot. so take that how you will.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

ive dabbled in ideas, but rarely get around to actually writing them. i do like the concept of smashing my favourite universes together, though. my dbh vampire series is basically just the lore of vampire: the masquerade, but i wouldn't consider it a full crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have! and a couple additional requests, one that i denied, and another that i agreed to but no result yet! still hoping <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, for events. shout out to any of my buddies from the homestuck shipping olympics who see this :p can you BELIEVE how long it has been

roleplaying is also kinda like co-writing fics sometimes honestly. i've got some threads that have been ongoing for years and took a lot of plotting and planning together uvu

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

how dare u ask me this. this is nearly impossible aughh but i'm going to say corvo/daud from dishonored

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

basically anything from my favourite games and such that are nonetheless overshadowed by current hyperfixation. i'm forever sad that most of my many, many dishonored fic ideas were from a time when i chronically could not finish anything

16. What are your writing strengths?

i don't know, i'm bad at acknowledging good things about myself lol characterization, i suppose, that tends to be what i get the most lovely comments about <3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

fluff, unless it's the resolution to angst lmfao i need to build up to it. drop me straight into a nothing scenario of fluff and i don't know what to DO. technical-wise, idk, descriptions i think

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

it certainly has its place and can be done well! but it's easy to mess it up, too. you need to make sure it's accurate and fitting for the scene, you need to avoid racist stereotyping, you need the story to still make sense and flow well. if the message isn't clear because most readers don't know the language, or have to keep looking it up / reading author notes, that's immersion-breaking imo. with fictional languages where much of the fanbase is familiar with the common words, though, no big deal i'd say

19. First fandom you wrote for?

honestly i think it was the cartoon, angry beavers lol i didn't know what's what i was doing, at the time. as far as serious, intentional stories, maybe firefly? or xmen?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i cannot pick just one lol 4 is as low as ill go

previously linked Winter Chill and Summer Bloom: this is very hurt/comfort, my favourite thing, with a bunch of my other favourite things tossed in. touch-starvation, non-verbal character, characters getting away from the location of their suffering to heal in a better place, both physically and mentally, sweet slice of life stuff etc.

take these broken wings and learn to fly: more h/c! this one starts off heavy as hell and involves a lot of Process of Healing (to no ones surprise, at this point). healing has gotta be one of my favourite genders. also it's femslash.

Sight & Shadows: it's both plot- and character-driven, i'm happy with how i balanced both simultaneously. it's my vampire au, and other than the v:tm lore borrowing, it feels almost original to me. it's a rarepair, in an au--as niche as it gets, shaped a lot by the universe and story i put together for the whole series. it was a joy to create, because i truly did write this for ME. i wouldn't say any of my fics were written for others, per se, but i guess this one just felt different from the start. i wasn't anticipating an audience, i was just telling the story these characters needed, the way i like to do it. i had great friends supporting me through it, so i wasn't alone in the process or anything, it just felt the most like writing an original story than any of my other fics have

into the light of the dark black night: first of all, yes, 2/4 fics listed here are titled with lyrics from blackbird by the beatles. blackbird lyrics means intense feelings, that's just how it is. i've done it twice, and ill DO IT AGAIN. anyway, this one takes place in one of dbh's grimmest possible endings--the nuclear blast ending. i did a lot of research for this one, and also put a lot of thought into handling it with as much care as i think a concept like this requires. it's weighty, but hopeful. it has apocalypse elements, which i love. i got to do cyberpunky stuff as well. i added some of the elements i think dbh would have included if d@vid cage weren't a coward. i projected multiplicity onto some of the characters. i got to write north as the steadfast and successful leader of the revolution, as she deserves. blackbird fly <3

if you made it through all of that... thank you :>

and the template:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

[localsya]

Shit I forgot to do this

AVE ASKS!

Yuna:

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

Bao:

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself?

Have a wonderful day, moron

i wanted to draw the answers but uhgughg no time uvu

Yuna:

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

She would probably wear the usual blank t shirt and shorts tbh kdjnffd or just blankie herself up with her own tails like

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

egggghghg probably only her kimono! the most loose style would be just lowering the sleeves down but she wouldnt really enjoy it cause of her prosthetic, her undersuit covers most of her body too, vry comfy, she uses her stylized kimono mostly because its her old clothing granted by her "caretaker"

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

Yee she has a lot of jewelry i think! She has a magatama in the front of her attires hanging from the her shimenawa ropes, an omamori in the back of her kimono that most of the time is covered by her hair, a fan accesorie with gold ornaments and lilies on her hair too! the jade accesories and shimenawa attires serve for keeping the bad energies trapped inside her body hehehe

Bao:

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

in the modern formal she has a versace dress ghjdgbdf and ye! her base hanfu is already very dressed up, a lot of gold and jade accesories all very opulent, and eyey coming from a noble family she def has -or had- a lot of different outfits too

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

she would probably just take off all the layers of chest and over half skirt leaving only her trousers and tank top to chill in! dfjkhfd very usual for her on rest times i would say, a cute fact is that the soles of her shoes have paws uvu

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself?

in the modern au Bao's a mechanic! so she always have like loose jeans and wide jean jackets too, need to work on those more tbh cause in that AU is the shared mooncake store with Yuna kgfdh, i would love to see Bao in a gundam au tbh, maybe one day uvu and in sci fi i think she would def be a bladerunner jkdfngfdgh

[mystery-salad]

1,2,4 for Feathered Warden, Marta, and Kai if u want :D

Interesting choices! I don't think I've thought much about any of their mounts so let's do that now uvu

1, Does your character canonically have specific mounts?

Warden I think would after a time get a sand jackal for the two of them to ride on, renting mounts as needed leaves a paper trail that the Church could track and the jackals' teleportation skills would come in handy if a fast getaway is ever needed.

Marta would obtain a raptor in PoF and would likely grow very attached and keep it!

Kai would not own a mount, but she and Caithe have a couple dogs at home!

2. Do you have any canon mount skins / coloration for them?

Warden would have a standard sand jackal, something that doesn't stand out too much!

Marta would have the shiverpeaks armor on her raptor.

Kai is N/A for this one

4. Are there any mounts they prefer using (or others they can't stand)?

Warden loves the maneuverability of jackals and the speed of roller beetles, they're not a fan of flying mounts though! Like to keep their feet firmly on the ground.

Marta is chill on most mounts, I think the only one she's not comfortable with is the roller beetle due to the driftiness that comes with that much speed. Less easy control and all.

Kai prefers to move on foot when possible, but doesn't mind a basic raptor/springer/skimmer when necessary. She's not a fan of skyscales!

[prettycryptid]

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[baebeyza]

Rating Decepticon Leaders by their house-husband energy

Say GO!

G1 Megatron

Will always mess everything up and leave it on the ground. This homie doesn't know shit about cleaning, can't cook, would never help you and lives off your paycheck 0/5

G1 Galvatron

Absolute disaster. Dear homie has a habit of destroying things, and that just won't do. He will just fuck shit up and rip your mail apart 0/5

Headmasters Galvatron

You'd be tempted to think that HM Galvs is the same as G1 Galvs, but no - He's a chill dude! He would get things done in the household and take care of the paper business. Would always greet you with a nice hug and ask about your day UvU 5/5

Headmasters Megazarak

Would not only get nothing done and live off your paycheck, he'd also haunt your home and throw you out of the window in your sleep 0/5

Masterforce Overlord

Perfect house husband. Will keep everything clean, take care of the kids and water the plants. Might not always be master of the situation (heh, masterforce-) and have trouble with his ex-boss that will leak into your daily life, but he will choose your marriage over everything! 5/5

Victory Deszaras

Absolute bitch to live with. Acts like the King when all he does is lying on the sofa and leaving his junk around. Will answer important phone calls and not tell you about them. Will make sure his pets mess up your half of the bed on purpose. 0/5

Beast Wars Megatron

Won't do any work, fill your house with useless junk and pictures of himself, will leave you with very high water bills and won't let you sleep because he is busy telling you all about his stupid plans 0/5

Beast Wars II Galvatron

He'd be very helpful and kind, unfortunately he's either knocked out for weeks on end, or will have his annoying shithead of a little brother around. But will do a really good clean-up and some nice meal once in a while 3/5

Beast Wars Neo Magmatron

That dude knows how to run a household! Will get everything done, cook meals on time, and will take care of the bills! Might not be the most attentive house husband in terms of a loving relationship, but won't mess up your life either! 4/5

Beast Machines Megatron

Damn hermit who will never leave the house, stay in his hobby room all day and do who knows what, and only clean that one room he stays in. Nothing else. You might as well move out and he won't even notice. 0/5

RiD01 Megatron/Car Robots Gigatron

Will do the bare minimum, but really just watch TV most of the day. Will only cook instant noodles and stuff you can just shove into the oven. Will do 10 stars gourmet breakfast when you're at work just for himself and not leave a single bite for you, but at least he cleans after himself 1/5

Armada/Micron Densetsu Megatron

Will clip his nails and leave them everywhere on the floor and get angry at you over it. Can't cook to save his life and will always forget to use soap when cleaning. Always moody and just hell to live with 0/5

Energon Megatron/Superlink Galvatron

Won't pay for electricity bills and doesn't see any need to do so either. But he will keep the house clean! No need to pay rent either because he stole the house and gave it to you as a present. Will cook some real nice food a few times, but mostly just serves you dessert. 3.5/5

Cybertron Megatron/Galaxy Force Master Megatron

You will come home to find the house on fire and he will be like "Doing some new decorations, I don't care for your opinion." Can cook and clean but won't do it unless you beg him to. Spends all your paychecks on eyeliner and usually just lies around like a cat and throws things around 0/5

TFA Megatron

Will always greet your with a nice steak and wine to hand. Keeps the dishes clean and will take care of the paperwork. No downside except that he is always in hour long zoom calls with other people 4/5

TFP Megatron

Won't do anything all day as he is busy with his very questionable internet hobbies. Will say that his ex's food is better than yours. You have to keep buying new dishes because he keeps breaking them while cleaning. Will use hand soap to clean the floor. Nothing but a disaster 0/5

RiD15 Steeljaw

Keeps telling you that he can find a better apartment and makes great promises, but he never fulfills them. Tries to play the puppy eyes when asked to do anything. Only good thing about him is that he won't touch your money 1/5

Cyberverse Megatron

This dude can't even turn the stove on without burning the kitchen down. Will mess up the finances all the time. Will just tell you to do anything while he eats your leftovers 0/5

WFC Megatron

Will clean everything and get mad at you when you mess anything up. Will only cook one type of food and insists it is healthy and that you should eat nothing else. Demands you only shower for five minutes and turns the electricity out after 22 o'clock, even if you have work to do. 1/5

Bayverse Megatron

Can't clean too well, but will be such a great cook and good with the kids! Will need a good pep-talk now and then, but will eventually get his life together and eat some good food UvU 4/5

[nulltune]

😳 PROTAGS !! aka my boy minato uvu

send 😳 4 me 2 ramble abt our muses!!

PROTAGS!!!!!!!!! (affectionate) (screaming) oooo bell i am Vibrating abt them interacting because!! just from Vibes alone i feel like they're similar-- a cool aloof beauty! ✨️✨️ in hakuno's case tho, she's really just someone who's shy and wants to make connections but is bad at expressing herself. she still tries her best tho! and i feel like she'd feel some sort of solidarity with minato... :thonk: can imagine her taking the initiative in interacting and no worries abt him being cold and distant cuz she's very persistant! (her canon talent is literally Not Giving Up) not in an annoying way tho.. i call hakuno moon girl a lot because 🥺 my simping aside she really is like moonlight.... like a gentle radiance! so it wouldn’t be offputting or irritating, i’d imagine! also, she may look all cool and chill like him on the outside but she’s a nervous wreck on the inside honestly. i def def deefffiinitely wanna see em have something to do with music together toooo i read your hc about him and music and like. LET HAKUNO PLAY THE PIANO FOR HIM.... it'd be perfect for a bonding moment too tbh because hakuno's more of an actions than words kinda person, so where words fail her (maybe her previous attempts at befriending him?) i think it'd be rlly neat for a piece she plays from the heart to be what ultimately gets through to minato... the start of their friendship mayhaps...? :,) read that he first used it to escape reality so i just think it'd be sooo sweet if it instead made him grow a bond with someone 🥺😭🙏💖 idk idk i wanna see em be musical together! and i see he has an interest in the music industry which is!! super neat!! thinking about the future makes me sad though because-- man i Cannot imagine my hakuno having a long life asadfdssfdgd (she dies in canon! and i plan to have that be the same in any verse <3) this could be a neat concept to explore with them tho! their character arcs complement each other in this aspect too... hakuno being scared of losing her own life / minato being scared of losing someone he cares about but they both come to realize at the end that there's something to be cherished even in a shortlived time,, it's not meaningless and  and :,,) hmmrrgh it's a lot but it'd be bittersweet methinks!!!! also saw that he works part-time and like- same hat yet again!!!! so like.. what if they were coworkers (hakuno works part-time at a convenience store, but hey hey she can def work shifts in wherever minato’s working too!) (<- i Will make that happen if u want tho actually, cuz i nEED THEM 2 INTERACT -FROTHS AT DA MOUTH-)

[disaster-fruit]

For the ship hc meme: Brarg 9 and 21 uvu

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

I don’t know if those are the MOST embarrassing ever, this one is harder than I imagined lol. But Martin was mortified the first time Luciano saw him dying his hair because oh no his greatest secret (that everyone already knows) revealed! The tragedy. But the time Luciano arrived home and found hi bleaching the ahem... “carpets” was definitely more embarrassing.

Luciano on the other hand must have had so many drunk embarrassing moments I can’t even think of a specific one, but I’m guessing one of the times he started drunkenly gushing over him talking absolute NONSENSE, but Martin probably found it endearing. But this doesn’t feel embarrassing enough so I’m all ears for other suggestions :D

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

Luciano get nervous about meetings with the other latinos, because yk Martin is so much closer to all of them and his insecurities really kick in, he’ll very easily feel left out and in the way. Similarly, martin gets nervous about visits to lulu’s family in general, even after being introduced, because he always wants to impress, right? He wants to show himself as a great boyfriend worthy of lulu, abs because of that he’s never 100% chill around someone like Zola or Iracema. Even if they’re in good terms, he doesn’t want to give them any reasons to be wary of him, and it doesn’t help that he’s not particularly close to anyone in his family.

[luffyrose]

I’M BACK AGAIN

WITH THE I THINK 10TH AU

THIS ONE IS SPACE THEMED

THAT’S THANKS TO A SONG MY SIB WAS LISTENING TO AND AN ARTIST FRIEND’S STAR WARS AU MAKING BRAIN GREMLIN GO BRR EVEN MORE

Alright! On to the basics of this newest instalment of aus in my brain

Phil is a human and used to work for a space industry. He now is a rouge in space for reasons to be revealed later.

He has his three kids and loves them all very much. He also has mechanical wings that he uses as a way to fight or avoid fights.

Techno and Wilbur are both aliens but I haven’t planned them out yet so check back no that later.

Tommy, a very very smol alien that is young for his species but isn’t really aware of what others of his species are like thanks to an incident that left him with Phil and the other two. He is 4′9 and very very strong.

Bad is another alien I haven’t thought of a design or anything for but he is a medic on a small rebellion against humans and an alien empire trying to take over space. He still knows how to fight but doesn’t prefer it even though he is strong.

Skeppy was a scientist on a space crew before he was kidnapped off it for intel then thrown into a fighting ring. His fellow crewmates reported what had happened but the leader of the space stuff told them never to speak of it, claiming he died in an incident after they came back down.

He stayed there for a long time before Bad found him on one of his missions and saved him. He then swore to protect Bad and the two worked together to help Skeppy make some mechanical limbs as he had lost them and one of his sides has been badly damaged from the years he spent.

Dream is also a human that worked under Phil. He respected Phil and was conflicted when he left but stayed until later when he disagreed with something they had him do that made him have to flee or be killed.

Sapnap and George are both aliens that traveled together as part of the rebellion. They met Dream and brought him along with them when they headed back.

That’s all I have for characters so here are a few connections that people have but not when or how they met cuz plot spoilers lol. Theses are only peeps I have planned so far though.

Skeppy and Bad are best friends for obvious reasons.

Bad is Sapnap’s adoptive father and one of the reasons Sap and Gogy are in the rebellion.

Bad likes George and Dream, thinking their good friends for Sapnap.

Skeppy knows them and is kinda neutral about them. He doesn’t hate them but the years stuck in the fighting ring have lead him to be more apathetic towards everyone other then bad who he feels safest with.

Phil obviously knows and loves his children. He also remembers Dream and thought he was doing good. Phil knows Bad and Skeppy but not the other three having not met them.

Tommy knows Dream but I won’t say how he feels about him or why he know him. He loves his fam but loves to mess with them at the same time.

Wilbur is pretty chill, being the one who gets intel for them since they never stay in the same place long.

Techno knows most of the rebellion but could care less about them, just wanting to make sure his family is safe. He definitely doesn’t like the empire or humans though.

Tommy also has a pet by the way. It’s a creature that looks like a moth but is actually quite terrifying uvu

[madamhatter]

There's a soft rapping at the door, as if the hand behind it was hesitant on its choice of action. Should the door be opened, one would be welcomed with the sight of a particular crystal bearer standing sheepishly with a wrapped gift in hand. (uvu you know who its from)

[continued from here.] 

The wilting months of Winter come with heavy quilts of snow as Mother Nature readies to tuck away her children for their season-long rest. Nature's youngest, the budding flowers, enjoy their last youthful time in the sun before their petals curl out with one last deep yawn. Nature's eldest, the leaves, enjoy their final moment in the sun before their twig ends bid farewell from their trees, wishing them luck as they are sent off in the wind.

It is a season of departure and farewells for most but not a morose time; it is also a season of respite and tenderness. Hypocrisy in and of itself for Winter's acrimony and Winter's revelry coexisting simultaneously. Alas, the world is one both joyous and sorrowful, painful yet blissful, hateful yet endearing, persistent yet feeble - a bundled enigma of contradictions and harmonies create the living symphony.

Of frost-glazed window panes and snow-tucked grilles, the sole little window of the workshop has a narrow view of the valley. Perched on creaking wooden stool had been the clipped gray sparrow, a hatmaker of budding adulthood. The sliver of bleeding sunlight coming through the window warms her chilled calloused hands as they decorate their latest commission. Yet they steady to halt.

A songless bird by the name of Sophie observes. Her head lifts, and her body relaxes, watching out through the outside world. Little of what she can experience can be made up for watching, she reasons. This season is much like the rest but a tad lonelier.

All the birds that once flocked and resided on the window sill already flown. Past the horizon, disappearing in the autumn sky, they went along with the wind. Their songs and chatter were at least a consistent sound in an otherwise noiseless shop. Scraps for her starved yet active imagination, piecing together impossibilities that were hollow comforts for her.

The ghost looms in this textile crypt she calls her second home. She glances down at her scarred palms. Is this all I'm going to do for the rest of whatever I have? Am I "happy"? Am I "sad"? What do I even "feel" about this? Do I even "feel"? Her hands squeeze into fists. A low groan left her. 

These pestering thoughts come and go, the questions that deter her from her purpose. Encroaching her mind are mourning black drapes. But she steadies herself to rub her forehead. It's all terrible one way or another; there isn't anything definitive. If I continue this, I'm still wanted, but I am listless for the rest of the days; if I do not, all I have done crumbles and everything I have done. All of it would have been for nothing. Closer and closer do the curtains approach with each threatening centimeter as she begins her descent. Isn't everything I do for nothing if I am no one? No, I am something - that's the difference - but still a no one. What a suffocating situation...

Dun-dun-dun.

"Huh?" Sophie jolts in her seat, shoulder now high as mountains, and her copper hairs standing on their ends. It is the sound of another life at the doorway. Louder than it oft is, closer than it should be. The hatmaker glances towards the entrance that leads to the hallway that connects the workshop to the storefront. She gulps.

They weren't at the front door. Sophie's eyes slowly trail away from the doorway and back to the room, moving and moving. Until they halt. They were at the backdoor - right at the small patio where she left the freshly dyed hats to dry on the fence and where she carried the latest shipments in. This person was at the 'heart' of the store, as one may call it. The moving muscle keeps everything together and moving between vendors, the backroom, and then to the showcase room, and there she is - stunted to unmoving status. 

As to not make a sound, she shuffles off her stool and goes heel-first. Her hands coiled near her chest, stepping closer and closer towards the door. The knocking was so subtle that it could've just been another of the workshop's groans and hisses from old age. Another symptom of loneliness was an overactive imagination to soothe one's sanity, at least, that how the eldest daughter coped with it. Had her minds played tricks on her again?

Reluctant rasps greet her ears, fainter than the last. Undeniably, someone was at the door to a place that no one should be. The back room was reserved for her and her alone - not as a privilege, but as fact. That was where she belonged, and it was always meant to be that way. Who in the right mind would come through here, anyway? 

Security comes as her left hand grips the side of her right hand, the thumb stroking against her calloused palm. Wavering glance side to side, looking back at all the friends she made throughout the ears - mannequin heads, hats, rolled fabrics, the wardrobe and storage and boxes, the tools on her table, the fake flowers and other accessories on her desk, and to the retired flower vase on the ground.

Should I go and answer? Make myself an outlandish fool that Mother scolded me about? She gestures her held hands towards the mannequin heads. Her pace begins when they don't answer her, beckoning each one around her. There's only trouble to be waiting if I do that. Misfortunate Miss Hatter would only bring on the worst. She walks to and fro between the answerless friends in the store. Time and time again, I've been proven right. It's happened before. Her left hand tightens, pacing to and fro. I-I almost lost him. 

The back of her foot buries into the ground, brows quirked with slight irritation. All it can be is a delivery ordered spontaneously by Mother! All this is rubbish back and forth is doing me what then further delaying retrieving it?! 

Something aches in her chest, clutching her lungs with an unsteady breath. 

A faint taste of ash on the tip of her tongue, embers dancing in the corner of her eyes. 

Relax, relax. Sophie's hands rise slowly, folded, pressing them to her lips. 

Soot reaches the nostrils. 

Body with a slight tremble, she tightens her hands.

Soot reaches the nostrils. There is a burning city, and she is huddled in tattered and burnt clothes, awaiting the glimmer of a promise she clutches that even she has difficulty believing in. Not for who says it, but because of history's unkindliness in showing its instability. 

She squeezes her eyes more.

My fault, my fault, my fault. . . . .

"Ah--" Choked breath struggles out of her. She releases her hand and then grabs her white apron, recalibrating herself. Sophie pinches it and twists it repeatedly before whipping her hands away. I need to get back to work.

The physical barrier between the real world and her world was six centimeters of wood. Scarred hand holds on the doorknob. Sophie rests her forehead against the door, inhales, and flutters her eyes closed. Her hand secures its hold over the doorknob. 

One step forward she takes, she turns the knob, and the door slowly hisses to an open. To be precise, the opening was enough to where the light could flood in. 

Winter air nips at Sophie's cheeks as the door creaks a bit more. Not enough to reveal her complete form. Only enough to where her voice could be less muffled.

"Good morning. Are you here to drop off anything?" Her meek voice acknowledges the stranger. Visible vapor seeps from her lips as she speaks; they slip through the cracked doorway and into the outside world. Sophie's calloused fingers tap against the door, chin lowered. 

All the stranger responds with is with chattering teeth.

Brows knit at the sound as her free hand grabs the edge of the door. One step after another, the door opens wider. Only to give her a chance to look outside, however. 

"Are you--" The words melt from her lips like hot breath on ice, only steam left in its wake. 

Flax, unkempt hair powdered from snow is what she initially sees. Her eyes squint at the wisps of bangs covering a good portion of their face, minus those crystalline eyes. That rascally pair of devilish blue eyes. 

Of course, you're freezing! A thick coat with work pants and a t-shirt will only withstand the slight chill of autumn versus the sheer cold of Winter! 

Fresh allium pinks corrode cheeks and nose as he stands exposed to the elements, face attempting to bundle in his jacket's thick wool. There are some cuts on his face now healing, as most that remain are only thin white lines. 

Wait, it's...

Breath intake slows to halt, her pupils widening the longer she stares out the door. She hadn't realized her hand falling to her sides, leading to the door opening wider, allowing the cold in. 

Her weathered boot exchanges the aged wooden planks for weathered stone steps as she steps forward. Her brows raise, holding her breath. Her hands now clasp together. She stays still. The drumming in her chest amplifies, reaching her ears. All her detailed thoughts morphed to a simple: It's him. 

..Wait. There's movement. Sophie's folded hands now rest on her chest. With a twitch at her heel, she is almost bouncing on the balls of her feet. Relatively stiff, there isn't much that can be said- - -

"Layle!" 

Bound forward, the flightless bird leaps from the step! Fast approaching, she flies over two steps! She reaches a new height unlike anyone has seen before. At that moment, she is weightless. Gravity has no say nor power over her in those few seconds as she reaches out her arms. Her breath light on her lips, escaping her, and her eyes shining with heartened thoughts. 

Her feet scrape the ground as she exhales. An awkward fumble forward, but her arms still up and wide. She almost takes a tumble into Layle, her face burying into the flat of his shoulder. This was followed by a muted "hmm" of pain as she crashed right into his shoulder blade. But her arms already found their home wrapped around him. 

Some stumble here and there. There was a surprised gasp from Layle, but they both managed to have their footing. Sophie sinks into him, confiding all unspoken yearning with nestling against his jacket. She holds him tightly - holding him as tightly as she once did when the flames consumed a city and almost consumed him too. 

Sophie lifts her head, adding slight distance between them, watching Layle's reddened face with wide eyes. And she opens her mouth.

"You're about to become an ice cube with how underdressed you are!" A Hatter haughty huff! "I told you to take that scarf when I made it for you!" Her arms loosened around him, her eyes squinting now. "Just--" She glances down quickly. His hands were exposed! He was out here, flesh bare, and could lose a finger like this! His hands might as well stay stuck in that position, holding his personal possessions.

 Her hands clasp around his outer hands without time to spare, her thumb rubbing roughly against them. "Your hands must be numb, and they're so stiff too!" She forces his hands together. 

And that was when her hands reached for his face. A brisk movement, but the moment her fingers were in Layle's line of sight - they didn't work themselves into a fury whirlwind of checking. With only the tip of her fingers, she brushes through his bangs and combs them further to the side. Her calloused touch traces over the faded scars from last-minute work and adventures he had yet to tell her about. Her brows soften as she takes a step closer. 

"Oh, Layle," a whisper dulcet and quiet to match the hidden panging of her chest. Her eyes meet his own, her hand lowering down to her side once more. 

And Layle is suddenly pulled forward, two hands grabbing his right hand. Actually, he is being dragged along without any hesitation by the copper-haired woman herself! 

"Come on!" Sophie forcefully tugs him up the staircase. "We need to get the blood running back through you to thaw you out!" The hasty hostess takes the crystal bearer and tugs him through the doorway. And that comes with a sudden THUD! of the door.

"I've been worried---"

It has been as if he never left. 

[notfairestwriting]

today i bring you ray lore

aka, how he met idia, and his motivation to have that “assistant” role uvu

1.4k words ish, beware of portrayal of shitty mom

“You haven’t gotten a haircut yet. The carriage should be getting here anytime this week, and you’re going to Night Raven like this?”

Having just left his room that morning, Ray shrinks before he even truly steps into the black tile floor of the kitchen -- His mother’s contralto fills the room that looked so vacant, lacking in any true decoration, as she looks up from the newspaper.

“It doesn’t look that bad.” He mutters. Gray eyes too similar to his glare at him through her glasses.

“It’s unprofessional for a man to have long hair like this, and not do anything with it.” She sighs. “It’s too short to be tied up properly, but too long to be kept neat. You can’t expect to get an internship looking like this.”

“I’m just a first year…”

Head shaking, she sighs once more. “It doesn’t matter. What if any corporations go there to scout? You already stand out enough with that eyepatch.”

Ray’s lips press into a thin line, turning his back to get a cup and a teabag from the cupboard. She looks back down onto the newspaper, no good morning, as usual, and he watches hot water spill out of the kettle she left on the counter into the white cup.

She’s not supposed to be here, or at least he thought so. Ray wishes she had a good reason for it, but judging by the sharp remark being the very first thing he heard, maybe her morning meeting was just cancelled.

Mrs. Máire is an intimidating woman who looks too much like her son.

The intimidation is a subjective one. She isn’t tall or particularly strong looking -- The Máire lineage being one of gathered health issues, a handful of which had been passed to Ray -- but there’s something on her light, silvery gray eyes, framed by the metallic rectangles of her glasses, that just made one painfully aware that they were being judged. Her long, pure white hair always done up pristinely, wavy locks around a slender, surprisingly youthful face, she’d rarely be seen out of her workwear, all black like a lady in mourning. She looked more like a ghost than a woman, and Ray supposes that had been passed down to him too.

He feels awkward, standing in his baggy sweater, hair in disarray. Even though it’s a weekend, even though he lived in that house.

The tea is ready, but it doesn’t warm his hands much. He sits by the table in tense silence, nursing the cup as he watches the bag carefully, the way it sank into the water.

“Have you heard about that Shroud boy?”

About to lift the cup to his lips, Ray sets it down again instead. It’s rare for her to make any conversation at all--

“That Shroud?” He asks. There’s a pause as she flips through the paper.

“Which other would it be?” She asks, and sets the paper down too. The name, Shroud, hangs heavily in the air. Ray doesn’t reply. “They haven’t appeared in public for a while, but the boy is going to Night Raven too. He’s apparently in your year.”

He stays quiet, and takes a sip of tea.

“You’ll have to work an internship in your fourth year.” She states, like she hadn’t done that a billion times before. “The Shroud family could use a good lawyer. If you get in that boy’s favor, you can make something out of yourself. It’s an opportunity.”

Setting cup down slowly, like he was in any risk of handling it too roughly at all, Ray continues to stare at the table’s white surface.

“I guess it is.” He mutters. The uncertainty in his voice doesn’t seem to faze her, and she checks her wristwatch.

“Get a haircut today. I’ll leave money on the counter, I need to leave for my meeting now.” She gets up, the small heels of her shoe clacking quietly against the floor as she begins to leave. “Don’t forget to talk to that boy. You know you won’t be a kid forever.”

No goodbye, either. In the cold house, Ray leeches off the warmth of his steadily emptying teacup, not even near to being enough to cure the freezing feeling that seemed to stick to him.

. . .

He stands in the corner of the room, blue flaming hair glowing even though most of Ignihyde was that color, shrinking into himself--

Ray has books and a folder in hands, just coming back with a conversation with staff regarding his extracurriculars. He’d signed up for the Science Club -- That should be fine, he knew how to work his way around potions decently, it’s a death he’d rather subject himself to than something like Track and Field.

The thought of a sports-focused club gives him chills. He doesn’t need to use String to know that would entail running straight into trees and fainting in the summer heat. If he wanted to give off any good impression at all, he couldn’t put himself through that.

Shroud taps away at his phone anxiously and Ray tries to figure out how to talk to him, staring. String tugs at his energy a bit miserably, he can’t quite find the moment he’d walk up to him yet, he’d take that long to do it, apparently.

But he doesn’t want to be harsh on himself for that. When was it the last time he spoke to a classmate? He’d spent all of middle school gladly fading into the background, so much that he’d been hoping he’d get into Ignihyde when he read up on the dorms online, before getting there.

Making friends isn’t something he does, or has ever felt the necessity to do. People wouldn’t… understand his condition, he never expected them to. The flower that Prunella boy gave him sat on his nighstand nicely now, but, that wasn’t exactly friendship. There’s a gap between that and friendliness, he’s sure.

...he shouldn’t be. It’s not like he’d know.

His finger pulls and releases the strap of his eyepatch until he can see himself walking up to Shroud and saying anything. He sees a displeased, anxious face, suspicious who are you stuttered after amber eyes look up from the phone. Well, that’s not surprising either.

Ray wonders what draws the line between friendship and networking, and that’s something he doesn’t understand at all either. At least he’d come to know the latter, soon enough…

The small heels of his loafers -- The nicest one he could get, without his mother poking any holes into the pricey purchase -- clack quietly against the floor as he makes his way to Shroud.

“Excuse me.” He speaks up, and the blue-haired boy jumps. Ray gives him a bit of a stare, sizing him up in a way.

They’re not that different looking, are they? Maybe the blue lips set them apart. But Shroud wasn’t strong, wasn’t too tall.

“W-What do you want?” He stutters out the question. Rude, Ray narrows his eye at him, but he lets it go.

“I wanted to introduce myself.” He pushes out the line like he’d been reading a script. “I’m Ray Máire. Since we’re in the same year, we may have to work together in the near future, so do feel free to rely on me.”

Ray bows his head slightly. He’s a bit out of breath when he’s done talking. He can’t tell if it’s because he’s unused to it, or he just spoke too fast.

“...right.” Shroud mutters. “Uh. It’s Idia.”

“Shroud, yes. I know you.” He nods. “I’m from the Isle too.”

His expression twists further, an extra dose of displeasure trickling.

“Um. Sure.” He says, again in that muttery voice. “I-I’m busy now, so…”

Ah. So he really is rude, isn’t he? He supposes it’s to be expected too. Shroud was from a rich family, he probably wasn’t used to being around… all those different people.

“Of course. I’ll leave you to it.”

He steps away. For some reason, he tastes something bitter on his tongue, like that had gone poorly.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to do it at all.

But, well, does it even matter, what he wants to do?

[archivevolcania]

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

M U N D A Y & S A L T // @crystalcracked

oh this one is easy. that one time someone wanted to drag me into some drama they had with another writer. as soon as this person saw me interacting with them? i get a private message, a link to a callout, and a list of how they are Oh So Horrible. long story short, that was a bunch of bullshit and they were taking advantage of some labels to make this other person look incredibly bad. even more suspicious how they were trying so hard for me to believe it, like? you know something ain't right if someone has to try that hard for things to be believable. the art of playing the victim and making it aaaaall about themselves uvu

more under the cut (: cus this one is an ugly one, read at your own discretion.

aight before i begin, i'd like to add that i am writing this with the consent of my friend: khepri (bxstiae).

talk about a fucking misunderstanding taken to a whole new level. i won't talk about happened cus honestly go check his blog for that since he's not hiding anyting, but long story short people were demonizing khep for "being a cop", being racist, and ableist. i even got a warning on how he "forced plots onto people" lmao all of that is a fucking bullshit lie. he's not even a cop :) but ah, people are so quick to believe anything they're being told if it means "avoiding problematic people". if only they paid more attention to people's actual behavior they'd have it easier sniffing out the actual toxic ones but anyway. oh, and regarding the plotting thing? my dude khep is the chillest mf there is but i guess people find it easier taking shit personal cus something doesn't go their way.

before i was messaged to be warned about him, i got the chance to talk with khep for a good couple weeks if not more. the topic popped up and he opened up to me about his situation, shared with me his callout, explained what had happened and the circumstances of the matter, and then i made my own judgment of him. now this could easily be misunderstood, at no point was he like "boo hoo people are calling me things u-u be on my side, fwiend" LMAO no. like i said, i read the document (aka learned more about that point of view), i talked with khep (learned about his point of view) and from there it was so easy to tell who was the asshole of the situation.

what bothers me the most and what made me go apeshit? when this one person approached me with the intention to fucking ""warn"" me about khepri, telling me LIES like him being a cop, being racist, ableist, guilt-tripping, just? overall grossness. and to top it off? that he was apparently Sneaking into the loz rpc by following / reaching out to those that didn't know about the issue that had happened :o!!! the audacity, dude!!! needless to say i also knew that was a bullshit lie LOL he's been around for years, and anyway, i followed his blog first.

it's still so infuriating to me for people to get away with "demonizing" someone just because ooooo they have a callout oooooo!!! i am well aware some callouts are necessary, but GOD fucking learn to read past the petty bullshit, ffs. the damage done to the person and everyone around is so fucking messed up, like the LEAST someone can do is reach out and ask about their side. or block everyone involved and mind your business lmao no one is forcing anyone to get involved or play detective either, personally i just like being fair about dumb situations like this.

last thing i'm gonna say is (and this is literally in my rules lol) that mentality of canceling someone because of something they did? lol. funny how no one cares if the person apologizes, learns from the situation, educates themselves and is now able to recognize their mistake and, yknow, they just Learned and Grew Up? like any other person in any other situation? i'm all about that growth and improvement, i know i got my own demons and still do lmao (as u can see. i am Extra Salty in general.) obvi this doesn't mean i welcome Everyone with open arms, like if you did something actually illegal or straight up act like a toxic asshole then uh fuck off LOL idc, i got no patience for that petty drama and victim playing on my dash.

:^) i blew off a lil but what can i say. i'm tired of having to see this happen more often than not and only cus people don't have the balls to see past someone's bullshit (the good ol' "if u don't agree with me then u are also guilty!!!!!1!1!" lol grow up, god i hate the people that live with a fucking Need to play judge. look out the window, hug a tree, lick a leaf idk.)

[shiftybells]

[Chat: The Jedi Orders Problem Children: Has Been Opened!]

 Thing 2: holy shit I forgot this thing existed

Trigger Happy: pff aah yes ye ol good days of tormenting adults

Thing 1: And ignoring our trauma! Quite the experience if I do say so myself.

Quinlan, Use Psychic Touch!: force obi u using grammer in a chat like that gives me a headache

Thing 1: And your lack of brain cells gives me a headache, but we don’t talk about that, do we Quinlan?

Quinlan, Use Psychic Touch!: i- WOW U DIDN’T HAVE TO COME FOR ME LIKE THAT OBES

Fuck Adults: wejdhjk theres nothing like waking up to obi wan just throwing shade like that

Sick of Your Shit: Well I mean… Quinaln was asking for it

Queen: Oh goodness, Garen why did you have to re open the Sith cursed chat?

Trigger Happy: :o

Best Raisin: The Queen has arrived!!

Thing 1: Hi Lumi, honestly should we even question what goes on in Garen’s head these days?

Queen: I guess not, much like Quinlan Garen sacrificed all of his braincells to you and Bant

Quinlan, Use psychic Touch!: what is this? Bullying garen and quinlan hours??

Queen: Of Course

Best Raisin: When isin’t it bullying quinlan and Garen hours?

Trigger Happy: should it be anthing else

Fuck Adults: obviously

Sick of You Shit: Yes

WHEAT: Yup

Acid Puddle: You two are the only ones in this chat without any braincells, so of course we’re gonna bully you

Thing 2: DID YOU TWO SERIOUSL COME ONLINE JUST TO ROAST ME AND QUIN?!?!?!

Wheat: Certainly

Quinlan, Use psychic Touch!: OBI YOUR BROTHERS ARE BULLIES

Thing 1: y’all hear something?

Trigger Happy: wow cant believe obi just murdered quinlan

Quinlan, Use psychic Touch!: quit tellin’ everyone im dead!

Fuck Adults: Its almost like you can still hear his voice

Quinlan, Use psychic Touch!: wow guess ill go and make out with fox now

Thing 1: You do that, Cody’s just pinged me and added all of our new shinies into the 212th chat.

Best Raisin: I’m surprised obi hasn’t adopted them all yet.

Sick of Your Shit: bold of you to assume he hasn’t already emotionally adopted them.

WHEAT: okay that’s fair

[Chat: 212th Comms: has Been Opened!]

[Feeling Glorious has added Firework, Spinner, Comet and Feather to the Chat! ]

Feeling Glorious: Welcome to the unofficial 212 comm lines shines, you’re one of us now. Ranks and regs don’t mean shit here so feel free to refer to us by or names.

Sunshine Brother: Welcome!

The Favourite: Hi!

Grumpy Brother: Oh force theres two of them

Feather: Thanks sirs, but who is who???

Feeling Glorious: Right. Roll Call! @Everyone State your name, pronouns and a fact about yourself.

Feeling Glorious: I’m Kote, or better known as Cody, I go by he/him pronouns and I have used a lightsaber before.

Spinner: :O Really!?

Sunshine Brother: YEAH It was awesome to watch! I’m Waxer, he/him and Boil and I accidentally adopted a young twi’lek girl named Numa as a little sister back on Ryloth

Grumpy Brother: Im Boil, he/him and I got my name because I spilt boiling water over my arm and hand when I was still a cadet n Kamino.

Barley: Barlex, he/they and I once sucker punched General Kenobi in the throat

Comet: !!!

Firework: HOW DI YOU NOT GET DE COMISSIONED!?

Barley: kenobi’s just pretty chill like that

Curlicue: Names Helix, he/him, medic  and Ihave dragged our general to medbay more times than I can count

Comet: that’s kinda concerning

Shifter Of Gears: Gearshift, they/them, and I once hid in the actual engine of the Negotiator during a game of hide and seek

CRYStal Clear: Crys, he/him and I dyed my hair blond but it now looks like it’s a goldish yellow

Spinner: nice vod

OverShot: Longshot, he/him I shot the clanker bitch himself in the face

Snaptrap: Trapper he/him and I got my name from how quickly I could both make and detect traps compared the the rest of my batchmates.

Feeling Glorious: We love and appreciate you Trapper

Snaptrap: UvU

Grumpy Brother: don’t appreciate THAT THOUGH

I’m Like An Onion, I have Layers: Peel, they/them and I once peeled and ate an entire onion like an apple without a single reaction.

Snaptrap: it was terrifying

Grog: Gregor, he/him and I’m the 212ths main source of moonshine.

The Favourite: I’m Wooley! I go by he/him pronouns and the general’s teaching me how to knit and crochet!

Feather: holy fuck your precious

Comet: I guess we introduce ourselves now????

Comet: well, im Comet, I prefer she/her pronouns and I own a sniper with comet decals all over it

Feather: I’m Feather, he/they and I got my name from having and I quote ‘feather light steps’ during stealth training

Firework: Right, I’m Firework, she/they and I love to paint!

The Favourite: ! Another artist? YES

Spinner: hye im Spinner he/him  and no matter how much I spin I cant get diy for some weird reason.

Feeling Glorious: right, Waxer, you know what to do!

Sunshine Brother: Yessir!

[User: Sunshine Brother: Has changed Feather’s name to: Dreamcatcher!:]

[User: Sunshine Brother: Has changed Comet’s name to: Knock-off Shooting Star!:]

[User: Sunshine Brother: Has changed Spinner’s name to: You Spin Me Right 'Round!:]

[User: Sunshine Brother: Has changed Firework’s name to :Bang Bang!:]

Feeling Glorious: Oh yeah, one more thing

Bang Bang: ?

The Favourite: @Stewed Ginger General!

You Spin Me Right ‘Round: the generals in the chat!?!?!?

Stewed Ginger: Indeed I am Spinner!

You Spin Me Right ‘Round: :HE USES OUR NAMES?!?!? @ Feeling Glorious:

Feeling Glorious: :Yup, he gets sad when we refer to ourselves as numbers:

Stewed Ginger: Right, well I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi, I go go by he/him pronouns and I know over five different languages :)

The Favourite: Hi General!

Snaptrap: Hi general!

Stewed Ginger: Hi boys!

Bang Bang: Uh General, what’s the meaning behind your user, if yo don’t mind me asking?

Stewed Ginger: I don’t mind at all Firework, but its not really creative. My user is just the beginning f my home planet Stewjon and my Hair colour.

Bang Bang: ah thank you sir!

Stewed Ginger: well how about we all meet in one of the rec rooms and get to know each other? I’m sure it will be beneficial for all of us!

Feeling Glorious: Meet you all in rec room 2 shinies!

[User :Feeling Glorious: has closed the chat for :0700: hours!]

[the-toybox-general]

HIIIII HAPPY NEW YEARS.... late but still I’ve been very productive >:)c! ah. when not grabbed by the throat by the holidays, BUT I hope it’s been a chill time for you guys! holidays can be a bit chaotic all and all OTL.... for my next mini update before I finally fully get back to posting stuff here I wanted to let u guys know that Orchid is officially just a separate character for me from General Guy ( but I’ll still be doing general guy stuff of course, you cant get rid of me that easily ) and if interested you guys can probably hear more abt Orchid and his new story yadda yadda... also with my eventual return ill probably be doing some SPM stuff because I’ve been watching through Super Paper Mario and. ahghh on GOD... the brain rot:tm: Also you may all end up being subjected to art of my other ocs ( aka all of my crab men ) but that’s a story for another time uvu! some other things that aren’t as cool(?) is I deleted the account for the demon au ask blog like a month or so back, but didn’t wanna draw any attention to it exactly! That’s officially cancelled and I wouldn’t expect anymore demon content regarding that au tbh! Along that same line because of personal stuff I don’t wanna hear abt any Sarge x GG stuff here on the blog =w=‘’ ! I think I needed to say somethin abt this because you guys are awesome and partake in my funney ships ( which is so cool and sweet qwq ) but it’s not something im shipping anymore!  That’s pretty much the deal I think! I hope everyone’s doing well and staying safe! Thanks so much for reading <3 [ Please don’t reblog this post! <:D! ]

[sneezefiction]

daichi x female reader where they both had a crush on each other in hs but never let the other know (but everyone else knew heh). she didn't want to distract him from volleyball and he was scared she would reject him since a lot of other guys liked her. now they're both out of college and single and run into each other!

Daichi x Reader

an absolutely precious request!!! thanks for the idea and I hope you enjoy it uvu (i decided to make them freshman at university in this fic, just fyi)

a/n: aghh I love Daichi so much. the first words that come to mind when i think of him are “warm, genuine, and protective.” here’s some campus cuteness!! i tried to do a bulleted list, but got carried away and wrote a short one-shot heh <3

warnings: none, read freely!

wc: 1950

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There are two kinds of people: Those who don’t fear rejection and those that do. Unfortunately, you and Daichi both fell into the latter category. 

From the moment Daichi laid eyes you, he couldn’t take them off of you. The scrunched up face you make when you laugh, the empathetic glance you gifted someone with when they scored a bad grade on a test, and the sweet smile you would shoot his way if he ever caught your gaze. 

It got his heart racing, bearing a side of him no one had seen before. It was an aching mixture of the protective feeling he got when furiously defending his team on the court and the overwhelming joy he drowned in after a volleyball victory. 

Both fiery and vulnerable.

You on the other hand hadn’t noticed Daichi until your 2nd year. 

Yeah, you were both in the same year, but your classes never seemed to match up so he didn’t stick out to you. Your infatuation with the boy truly began at a practice game against a guest team in the Karasuno gym. You’d only gone to appease a friend, but Daichi hooked you immediately. His voice deep, full of command and confidence. You so admired his ability to control the spirit of the court and it was thrilling to witness his powerful, fearless receives. 

He’s also built. Just sayin.

The both of you were hooked on each other, but there were a couple of problems.

First, you knew how much he loved volleyball. The way his eyes lit up at the sight of the court would give anyone chills. You couldn’t bear to distract him even in the slightest with some kind of confession. It felt obvious that rejection would be in your future if you even tried to ask him out, something you would be nervous about even if volleyball weren’t an obstacle. 

Second, the confidence that Daichi exuded on the court didn’t fully translate outside of it. He knew that so many guys were after you. You’re absolutely gorgeous, talented, and witty, able to make an entire class laugh. Traits that any guy would be lucky to find in a girl. So it wasn’t a surprise that half the team, half the school really, thought you were cute. Daichi wasn’t sure he could stand up to that. Even with Asahi and Sugawara’s attempts to convince Daichi that you definitely liked him back, he didn’t want to risk it. 

“Daichi-san, what’s the worst that could happen?” Asahi pushes, “You do realize that she always cheers for your number right? She’s always looking your way in class and on the court.” 

Sugawara huffs, “I would have asked her out myself if it weren’t for your stupid crush.” Daichi sends a sharp glare at Suga, making him snicker through his signature smile.

It was clear that the two of you had a crush on each other, but timing really is everything. Daichi had to focus on finding his confidence off the court. You needed your own wake up call: the freedom to make your feelings known without fearing the outcome. 

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Flash forward to your Freshman year at university. Spring brought cherry blossoms and fresh feelings, contrasting perfectly with the dreary Winter months you’d just escaped from. You wish you’d worn an extra layer, but you’re simply stuck with a thin, long sleeve shirt today. The 1st semester of college went by quickly, not leaving you much time to make friends or establish a social life in general, but you were determined to make the 2nd semester memorable. 

You decided to join a study group that met regularly at the library. It’s pretty early in the new year, so you didn’t expect many people to show up, so you tried not to get your hopes up. The chilly air outside made you walk a little faster up the concrete stairs. Taking a deep breath to calm your heart rate, you reach for the grand wooden door to the library. Finding the meeting room wasn’t difficult, but what you didn’t expect was to be the only one there. So you wait a while, pulling out your books and holding out hope. You weren’t banking on any more surprises, but wow you’re about to be in for a real treat.

Daichi peers in through the door window to the meeting room only to see the back of a girl's head. He sighs, I’ve probably got the wrong room, but decides to check with her just in case.

He cracks open the door, “Excuse me, is this the… uhhh…” You turned your head toward the male, your (h/c) hair whipping around with it. Both of you do a bit of a double take, eyes widening in recognition.

“You- you’re Daichi, right?” You asked, your eyes bright with silent excitement and cheeks getting pinker by the second.

“Ah yeah, hey! Y/n?” He responds, scratching the back of his head with his own dimpled smile.

You smile wider at his remembrance, “That’s me!” You both turn to look around the room, unsure what to do next. You decide to add, “But apparently it’s just me,” you laugh a little, “I don’t think anyone’s gonna be showing up anytime soon either, sorry.” 

“I don’t mind!” He says a bit too eagerly. “I mean, um. I was honestly just looking for someone to hangout with anyways.” He straightens up, doing his best to be honest about his appearance.

“Ah, me too actually. I had a long semester and I still don’t really… know anybody.” You tilt your head cutely, but you can’t help but sound a little down about it.

Daichi just nods in understanding. “It hasn’t exactly been eventful for me either. Sugawara and Asahi are both at different universities, so it’s odd not knowing anyone at all.” You sigh and nod back.

He takes a moment to think, face getting a little flushed at his idea. There’s a coffee shop a couple blocks off of campus… and judging by the lack of faces, there won’t be a meeting here today.

“Hey, y/n, would you want to maybe walk to get a coffee with me? My treat of course.” He offers while adjusting the sleeves of his black, fuzzy jacket, doing his best to hide any hint of nervousness in his voice.

Your heart starts to beat faster. It’s not a date. It’s not a date. It’s not a date… but wait it kinda is? I mean he’s paying? 

You let yourself stare off for a moment too long without saying anything and Daichi puts a hand behind his head, with an apologetic look. “Hey, no worries if you don’t want to, just thought I’d offer. I feel like we might have some stuff in common.”

“No, no, I’d love to! Really. Just let me pack up my books and we can get going.” You turn to pack up your book bag, collecting the papers you let loose and gathering stray pens. Daichi waits patiently in the doorway, secretly freaking out a little that you actually want to go get coffee with him??

You both make your way out of the room, back out the door, and onto the brick path toward the cafe.

One look at you and Daichi can tell that you’re shivering from the biting wind chill. “Are you gonna be okay, y/n? You look cold.”

“A-ah no I’m okay, j- just kind of chilly.” Your teeth chatter through the entire sentence, all of your lying creds dropping way down. 

Before you can stop him, Daichi is shaking off his big, cozy jacket, grabbing your book bag from you, and placing the coat over your shoulders.

It’s warm… and smells warm too? If warm and snug were a scent, it would be Daichi, you decide.

Meanwhile Daichi is doing his best to hide a smirk at how smooth that was. Thank you, wind god, he acknowledges soundlessly.

As you both make your way to the road, he stretches out his arm, offering you something to link your own arm onto.

You take it gratefully. You begin to relax as you fall into rhythm with his own footsteps and begin to make conversation.

“You know, I remember you pretty well. I would go to a lot of Karasuno’s games. You really are talented, Daichi.” He turns his head down toward you, his short black hair getting ruffled by the wind and a sweet grin forming on his face.

“I remember! You were kinda loud actually.” He chuckles and you elbow him gently followed by a feigned indignant, “Hey, rude!” Then joining him with a giggle that makes him go oh so soft. 

“But really, y/n, you encouraged us… me, a whole lot back then. I really appreciated the support.” You flash him a grin, “That’s what I’m here for.” You reply.

Despite his nerves, Daichi feels brave for a moment, choosing to be honest, “Y’know I meant to speak to you more then. I just wasn’t sure how… something about highschool really screws with your head, y’know? It’s easy to get caught up in everyone else’s business.” He sighs, attempting to sound thoughtful, but he’s entirely focused on your response.

You look ahead, stepping up to the next crosswalk, making sure to watch your step before commenting.

“Same here. I really… just didn’t want to get in your way.” You explain.

He looks back down to you questioningly, inviting further comment.

“I can tell how much you loved the team.” You smile warmly, looking down at your feet as they hit the pavement. “And I loved watching how seriously you all took the games. I felt like I might’ve been intruding.”

“It’s not intrusive to start a conversation y’know.” You’re one to talk, he shoots back at himself.

You both approach the coffee shop, he lets you walk in first, taking the jacket off your shoulders as soon as y’all find a seat. He asks for your coffee order and walks up to order while you get comfortable at the shiny, wooden table. Cute atmosphere, white ceramic mugs, and a sweet date? This might just be my new place. You nod to yourself.

Daichi, looking really smart in a brown wool sweater and black jeans, makes his way back to the table with your and his coffee. Once he gets himself settled, you continue where you left off. 

Coffee in hand, it was time to subtly shoot your shot.

“I didn’t start a conversation with you because I wanted you to be able to focus completely on what you love. Daichi, I really liked you. How could I get in the way of what you’re so passionate about?”

His mouth slightly agape, he lets himself get slightly flustered. Wow, she got to it before I did… wait a second??? She actually did... does like me? Am I an idiot?

“W-wait really?” He stammers, then attempts to compose himself.

“I mean, same here. I, uh, liked you a lot. I just thought you would find someone before I could say anything… and I… guess I didn’t want to totally shatter my ego.” He says candidly, placing a hand on the side of his flushed face, squishing it slightly.

You laugh a little at his honesty, but you’re blushing now too.

“So do you still, y’know- are you interested in making this a regular thing? I just want to get to know you better, really.” He expresses with a genuine sweetness you’d never encountered in a guy before. “I know it’s been awhile since then, but I think it’d be fun.”

“Yeah, let's take it slow, but I would love that.'' You gift him with your most charming smile, brushing a stray hair away from the front of your face.

“So tell me about more yourself…”