#— orbi’s asks

[leejenowrld]

Sophieee!!!

In a world where everybody dreams of chasing the glow of a superficial spotlight, two luminaries find solace in one another’s natural light.

Goodreads and Letterboxd have never known the likes of me— because I don't have either accounts. But I do have a Tumblr, and that means I can deliver on my promise to write you the most deranged love letter Love Me Back will ever see. I've reblogged the masterlist with my thoughts included!

All that writing got me wondering, since the holidays are approaching quick, what does the first Christmas look like with the Love Me Back characters at Mark and Nabi's apartment?

i saw it baby 🖤🥺 so eternally thankful for you and i can’t wait to respond. here you go. i hope you enjoy :)

love me back — a christmas drabble. 900 words

mark’s and nabi’s apartment feels impossibly full—in the best way. the glow of warm fairy lights wraps around the walls, intertwined with a haphazard mix of garland and mismatched baubles. the tree sits proudly in the corner, slightly crooked but covered in ornaments, some sparkling and others laughably homemade. a faint scent of pine lingers from a fresh wreath hung on the front door, but it’s overpowered by the sugary smell of cookies baking in the oven. mark had insisted on the cookies, though half of them are still stuck to the tray because he refused to use parchment paper.

the coffee table is covered in mugs of hot chocolate, some nearly empty, marshmallows melting into sticky puddles at the bottom. chenle had gone overboard, of course, dumping so much whipped cream onto his that it toppled onto the floor, which ningning pointed out with her signature deadpan, “congratulations, you’ve created a sticky trap for ants.”

donghyuck is sprawled across the couch, loudly critiquing home alone as it plays on the tv, claiming he could have “easily outsmarted those burglars.” chenle, who’s sitting on the floor tangled in a mess of christmas lights for the second time tonight, rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t fall out of his head. “we get it, hyuck. you’re a genius. now shut up and help me before i strangle myself.”

karina and winter sit cross-legged in front of the tree, meticulously sorting the gift pile by size, color, and what winter calls, “vibe.” karina, with her meticulous precision, decides the blue wrapping paper is “offensive to the aesthetic,” and tosses a small box across the room to donghyuck, who catches it without looking and sets it on his stomach. ningning, leaning against the arm of the couch, sips her hot chocolate with a smug smile, clearly enjoying the chaos.

the apartment itself looks like christmas exploded. every surface is covered—tinsel wrapped around the banisters, tiny santa figurines sitting on the windowsill, and stockings that are very obviously new (chenle had complained loudly that mark didn’t have “proper christmas spirit” for not owning any). there’s even mistletoe hanging in the doorway, which had resulted in a lot of teasing and a very flustered ningning and chenle when winter had pointed it out earlier.

you’re perched on the rug near the tree, nestled into the corner where the heat from the radiator makes everything feel extra cozy. the soft glow of the fairy lights makes the space feel smaller, warmer, like it belongs to just the two of you. mark is nearby, sitting on the floor with his long legs stretched out, a throw blanket draped loosely over his lap. every so often, his fingers reach out, brushing against your arm and smiling at you every so often.

you shift slightly, leaning into his touch as you tilt your head to press a soft kiss to his lips. it’s unhurried, warm, and when you pull back, you barely whisper, “i love you.” the words feel bigger in this moment, surrounded by the hum of christmas, the muted laughter of your friends, the faint cinnamon scent lingering in the air. you glance at him, his face softened in the glow of the tree lights, and add quietly, “you know, this is our fourth christmas together. fourth out of a lifetime.”

his smile widens, soft and adoring, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “yeah?” he murmurs, his voice low.

he murmurs, his voice low. you nod, your chest swelling with affection. “and every one feels better than the last,” you add, your voice barely audible but full of sincerity. his hand tightens around yours, his gaze locked on you like you’re the only thing in the room that matters.

his lips twitch into a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges as his hand slips into yours, his thumb tracing idle circles over your skin. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, the rest of the room fading into the background.

but then, quietly, you mumble, “i really miss jeno. i wish he would’ve come.”

his hand tightens gently around yours, and he sighs, his expression shifting into something heavier. “same,” he admits softly. “we’ll see him soon.” his words are reassuring, his tone steady, but it doesn’t stop the sadness from tugging at your chest.

your gaze flicks to nabi standing against the counter, her smile wide as she chats with shotaro. they’re standing close, their hands busy as they prep the christmas dinner—shotaro’s slicing up a loaf of bread while nabi carefully arranges garnishes on the platter next to him. they laugh over something you can’t hear, but the warmth between them is palpable. and yet, there’s a flicker of something unspoken inside you, a tightness in your throat you can’t quite swallow. it’s anger, maybe frustration, but it simmers quietly under the surface.

mark’s lips brush the shell of your ear, his voice a low murmur, “let it go, baby..” the quiet intimacy of his words grounds you, pulling you back from the edge. you exhale deeply, letting the tension slip from your shoulders, and turn your head to kiss him again. this time, it’s softer, slower, a silent promise that you’ll try.

and with mark’s hand warm in yours, his presence steady and certain, it’s a little easier to let go.

ningning eventually pulls out a bottle of wine, smirking as she pours it into her mug instead of the hot chocolate. “what?” she says innocently when karina gives her a pointed look. “it’s festive.”

the sounds of laughter mix with the soft hum of christmas music playing low in the background. the dvd menu for elf loops endlessly after someone forgot to hit play, and no one has the energy to get up and change it. chenle, still fighting with the lights, looks like he’s given up entirely when winter offers to untangle them for him. “finally, someone competent,” he mutters, only to get a sharp jab in the ribs from karina.

gifts are slowly passed around, and it’s a mix of heartfelt and absurd. chenle gets a framed photo of his infamous whipped cream hot chocolate disaster, courtesy of mark, while donghyuck receives a handmade coupon book of “free insults” from ningning, which he accepts like it’s a priceless heirloom. karina opens a carefully wrapped bottle of perfume from winter, her expression softening in a way that almost makes the room fall silent. almost.

the night stretches on, the warmth of the apartment seeping into every corner, into everyone’s smiles and lingering touches. there’s a certain intimacy to the chaos—a shared feeling of belonging that makes the space feel like home, even to those who don’t live there. christmas isn’t perfect, and neither are any of you, but somehow, that’s what makes it all feel so right.

[elliespectacular]

hi, sorry if this is a personal question, but who are those three (cartoonish?) characters that or on a few of your stream ? i don't know how to better articulate this but is there any story to A.C., Prirp and Yurf?

A.C. is the shorthand for The Animal Crossing Character, based on a really funny etsy listing by someone who knitted a plush of their original unnamed character based on Animal Crossing - which they admit to not being familiar with. I bought the plush and surprised my partner with it on stream.

Prirp was an adoptable character sold to me by @dukeofash . He designed a number of unique shark characters that buyers were free to use in their stuff.

Yurf is a character I created originally as a joke for The Bat Is In A Sack who went on to be a recurring gag in my YTPs.

The art of these three that you see on-stream was made by Duke. As far as like, Lore or Canon or whatever there isn't much to say about any of 'em, they're just all varying degrees of Mine so they mean something to me.

Orby is also part of the stream overlay but they're something of an outlier. Orby was designed by my friend Qwerty and ownership was transferred over to me. There is lore for them but it runs deeper than even I'm familiar with.

[mizukagami-takamagahara]

It's fun to see the things that changed over the course of BB's early development. Noel, along with several other characters (a surprising amount, really) were originally listed as having very different birthdays in official material.

It's strange- given her name, I would've expected that her birthday was always planned to be Christmas.

However this happened, I like to include stuff like this in my personal headcanons. In this case, I like to think of February 2nd as Saya's original birthday, since we never learn what it is.

Or maybe 2/2 could be the day that Noel was brought home to the Vermillion household. We know she was smelted and rescued on 12/25, but we have no idea how long it took from the day she was found until she was properly adopted.

IDK. Just a fun bit of early BB trivia!

[a-v-j]

Is the design of Orbie (Swap! Marble) completed yet?

I think it was at some point, got a jingle in the back of my head that i had plans other this one i said that was final tho

[get-a-snack-at-an-ungodly-hour]

so as its turns out. i'm insane. so have this au idea thing i've had on my mind for a while...

summanary: player gets pissed and decides that they do not want to be controlled anymore

(more in-depth info under the cut jbjkjvkbjv)

so. you know player right? the guy we control? what if they also gained sentience at some point and did not want to be a puppet? yeah thats right, i'm going to call this guy Sentient Player to differienciate from the actual player.

the basic idea is them getting a hold of orby and just going nuts with the power, their main goal isn't to stop the player from deleting the data though, it is to remove your player privilages entirely and somehow make themselves their own person (or npc thecnically). they want you down and away, and they will try to achive this by Any. Means. Necesary.

theres a lot of inspiration from Aware Cashier if you haven't noticed, but those similarities only extend to the general aesthetic and some of their reasonings and feelings, their ways of dealing with stuff and stoping the player from doing what they don't want them to do are very, very different. instead of just trying to stop you like Aware was going to do, Sentient is just activly changing, deleting and ruining the alredy fucked up code of the game in hopes of deleting you, or your ability to control them

Boss fight talk bc i'm actually excited to talk about that! Sentient Player's boss would actually be an actual boss fight, like, actual fighting. i know i know, seems a bit out of character for the game in question, but i don't care :3. some of their attacks would consist of them summoning or deleting stuff, others is them summoning pitch black versions of themselves (seen in picture) to deal with you for them, bad thing though, if you hit them it actually hurts Sentient too! they can only summon two at the time

other details and stuff about them and the idea:

even though they look rather neutral they are actually Really Fucking Pissed

i think they're even more confused and angry than Awere is, like, they are out right trying to delete parts of the game they do NOT know what they are doing

they can talk now btw, their voice is a weird fucked up mixture of every single voice in the game, all of them

you control dummy in this, cashier and kyu are just kind of Guys That Follow You Around and get other stuff done while you fight

if you lose their boss fight you get the bad ending, where they try to remake the game from scratch but fail miserably, leaving it even more unfinished looking than before, lacking npcs and endings. they just kind of follow you around in this state, realising they are unable to do anything about your existence which made thier whole fight an useless endavor that made more harm than good

if you win though dummy and the others manage to get orby back, after apologising (and perhaps a lot of begging to be spared from being just The Player again) they make one of the dark clones be The Player. they just hang around the store from then on, if you talk to them you will be hit with the "..." lol

[oflostinfound]

"Ooooh that sounds a fun Friday night to me~" Amelia joked, confirming that she was indeed a freaky gal.

"Buuut I'll concede for now. I'll give you some space, so you can continue working those keys at the piano with your magic fingers buuuut I've got my lil eyes on you~♡" She blew Grim an affectionate kiss before walking away with a merry skip in her steps.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Dying? I'm sure it does. ❞

His ear twitches, subtly but those who know Grimbright know that particular ear twitch is one of annoyance... as if his expression and lashing scorpion-like tail wasn't already portraying that.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Find something else to put those eyes on. ❞

He growls, hissing under his breath as she blows a kiss his direction.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I should've let Vassago fucking kill me. ❞

[sapphymayeyeplease]

orby stimboard

"i'm writing this before my inevitable downfall. this world is strange. i'm the one who has to keep it safe. i will break soon."

📃📄📃 📄💿📄 📃📄📃

[youplush]

Do you have any plush that you regret buying?

haha… yeah… oof.

…

Bigfoot. He is cute, but his fur fabric is weird and EVERYTHING gets stuck in it :/ plus he’s kinda big so he takes up a lot of space.

Orbie! She’s big and takes up a lot of space too. I only bought her because it said she was on sale for 30% off, but when I went to the cashier she was actually full price and NOT on sale. I was too embarrassed to put her back so I paid way too much for her. I think she was like $35???? I was so made at myself lol

Micco. I got him because he was cute and soft, but i never really ended up liking him too much. He’s stiff and big. I would sell him tbh, but I don’t have a box big enough to ship him out.

Last we have Akari. She’s pretty and soft! I do like her, but her long fur is a pain in the butt. It gets messed up SO easily. Plus she’s big, and takes up a lot of space. She’s a great cuddle buddy though! I just find it annoying to have to constantly brush her. It’s like having a real dog 🙄🙄

[pomegranatears]

I volunteer! Do it to me please 🥺🥺

I think this is about the covering your entire face with lipstick marks reblog. Regardless, I'd love to do everything I post on here with you😜

[tearyeye-private-i]

How would you describe Claudette Orbison personality and what would have happened if she lived longer

Dang, what a coincidence, I was just thinking about Claudette, yesterday! Which, admittedly, I don't often do.

Elis Amburn's book, portrays her as a troubled young woman, troubled because of how Roy treated her. The good, and bad. Like, Roy spoiling her, and then up and leaving for long periods of time.

The thing I thought about was her age, when they got together. I can't recall precisely, 12 - 15? She wouldn't have had much of a personality by then, I mean, we all had personalities, when we were those ages. But to be sexually objectified at such a young age, just for being pretty, has gotta affect that process too.

Which is why I think she didn't get the chance to have to have individuality, which affected her personality.

In the book I previously mentioned, and Carl Perkins' Book ("Go, Cat, Go!"), she was described as "spoiled and lazy," by Carl's wife Valda. For not tending to her own children or helping with chores when Claudette and Roy stayed with them, when her and Carl already had four children, which led to Valda wanting them out. Yet Elis, I believe at one point says she didn't do chores because she never learned to do them by the time she married Roy. As she was still a child.

A lot of Claudette's "unlikable", I use quotations because some may view her actions as such, behavior could be chalked up to her being an immature person - Because she was! Girl, didn't even have friends, a chance to grow up, and loved a man who was only around sometimes when she needed him there more, especially to raise three kids.

I imagined since she was so lonely, to have cheated, well, one of two things could've happened. Either she'd leave him or he'd leave her. But it was a toxic relationship, even for as much love as they had for each other because both were possessive. For Roy, I think more so due to having thrown that pistol into the Hendersonville lake, so he wouldn't do something, he'd regret. While, Claudette's possessiveness was rooted in childish jealousy since she met Roy when her brain was still developing.

Ultimately, something would've happened to cause them to divorce, I think. But if she got to live her own life, like Johnny Cash's wife Vivian, got to. Well, I can't help thinking or hoping, she would've got to be happier. 27!! That's too young, and she could've had a life outside of Roy with her sons. Which, also, who knows how she would've spoken about Roy, and their time together.

Outside of how she was badly described, I would describe Claudette as funny, and could be brash and crude betraying her pretty looks, patient and protective of her loved ones. She was fashionable, trendy, and likely used clothing and house decorating to express herself. She lacked self-confidence, pinning too much on Roy. When he kicked her out, along with the boy's, all else she had was her parents. Getting a job or starting a life of her own probably felt impossible, and she was used to living comfortably.

I think she was a sweet girl, ignorant, and desired love and attention. While also being mean girlish, calling Roy ugly, and stating she was glad the boy's looked more like her, even if it was from a place of affection. She was still a loving mother, and babied Wesley the most when he was a baby. She was immature, petty, and childish because she was still emotionally a child. So, the troubled image Elis created of her rings true, she was a troubled young woman because of how Roy treated her, the good and the bad.

Thank you for sending this question! It was a nice reprive to answer it.

FB: Emily Orbison, source.

[4am-snackers-askblog]

Part 2… Well this might get interesting…

A proper introduction revamp will be created shortly…

[leejenowrld]

Sophie!

If you were to assign each of the core five a color, what color would each character be?

As always, sending you all the love and support 💖💖💖

the core five are so deeply layered and intertwined with each other that their colors aren’t just individual reflections of who they are—they’re a spectrum, bleeding into each other in ways they don’t always realize. but if i had to distill them down to their essence, their core, the colors that define them, it would be this:

jeno — deep red. passion, control, intensity, volatility. red isn’t just love or anger; it’s the fire that drives him, the pressure he puts on himself, the weight of expectation, the slow-burning desire that he doesn’t always know what to do with. it’s the color of the jersey he wears, the aggression on the court, the heat in his gaze when he looks at her. it’s power, it’s presence, it’s the heartbeat of every decision he makes—even the ones he regrets.

nabi — midnight blue. depth, secrecy, contradiction, the line between stillness and chaos. midnight blue is the space between control and freefall, the color of the water she’s constantly treading, the silence she keeps wrapped around herself like armor. it’s quiet strength and quiet destruction, the weight of unsaid things pressing in, the way she watches and calculates, the way she feels too much but never lets it show. it’s the night sky, endless and unknowable, but full of things no one has ever seen.

mark — golden amber. warmth, loyalty, steadiness, something bright but not blinding. mark is the soft glow of a streetlamp in the dark, the flickering light of something constant. amber isn’t just a color; it’s something preserved, something enduring, something that lasts even when everything else falls apart. he’s the steady hand, the quiet reassurance, the person you look for when you need something real. but amber isn’t just gentle—it holds fire beneath the surface. it burns when it needs to.

areum — dusty rose. delicate but not fragile, something with history, something softer than it seems. areum isn’t just pink—she isn’t bright, bubblegum, or naive. she’s rose, something that has grown through difficulty, something that has petals and thorns alike. dusty rose is the color of someone who loves deeply but guards that love carefully, someone who feels everything but doesn’t always show it. it’s warmth, quiet strength, the kind of presence that lingers even after she’s gone.

karina — rich violet. duality, allure, something just out of reach. violet is the color of mystery, of beauty with an edge, of things that look soft but have thorns. karina is poised, composed, the kind of person who draws people in without ever letting them get too close. it’s a color that commands attention, not in the way red does—with force—but with something more elusive, something intoxicating. violet is both indulgence and restraint, a calculated kind of passion, the color of knowing exactly what you want but never admitting it out loud.

bonus (you made me so obsessed with this and i can’t stop thinking about it so i’m including everyone) —

donghyuck — deep gold. mischief and insight, light that flickers but never fades. gold is the color of something treasured, something brilliant, something rare—but deep gold isn’t just about shine. it’s layered, rich, the kind of warmth that pulls people in before they realize they’re burning. donghyuck is laughter lined with truth, teasing that cuts a little too close to home, someone who sees even when he pretends he doesn’t. gold is light, but it’s also weight. it’s expectation, legacy, something that everyone wants but few can carry. and he does. effortlessly.

chenle — burnt orange. fire with control, boldness with warmth, the color of a sharp mind and a sharper tongue. chenle is alive in every sense—he’s laughter, he’s confidence, he’s the kind of person who fills up a room just by being in it. burnt orange isn’t just energy; it’s commanding, the kind of color that refuses to be ignored. but there’s depth to it too, a steady heat beneath the brightness, a loyalty that runs deeper than most people ever realize.

shotaro — soft silver. understanding, clarity, quiet resilience, the light in the dark. silver isn’t loud, but it’s there, constant and unwavering. it’s the reflection of things no one wants to face, the gentleness in the aftermath of destruction, the kind of strength that doesn’t need to prove itself. shotaro is the space between black and white, the balance, the anchor. he sees everything, holds everything, but never asks for anything in return. silver is the color of a quiet kind of love, the kind that exists simply because it does.

yangyang — electric green. unpredictability, sharp wit, restless energy, the spark before the explosion. yangyang is a live wire, something always moving, never fully settling, always balancing on the edge of something reckless and something calculated. green is life, vibrance, something that refuses to be dimmed. it’s the unexpected honesty in his jokes, the way he gets under your skin because he sees you. it’s motion, potential, the feeling that something is always about to happen.

nahyun — emerald green. envy, ambition, intensity wrapped in elegance. nahyun isn’t just green—she’s the deepest shade, something that feels both timeless and untouchable. emerald is power wielded with grace, something refined but never safe. she carries herself like she knows exactly where she’s going, like nothing can shake her, but there’s always a glint of something darker beneath the surface. it’s the color of hunger, of knowing what you want and never stopping until it’s yours.

ningning — magenta. vibrant, unpredictable, a color that refuses to be put in a box. ningning is electric, the type of person who can switch between playful and ruthless in the blink of an eye. magenta is loud, unapologetic, always on the edge of chaos but never quite tipping over. it’s a color that demands attention, that lives for the thrill of the game, for the fun of it all. it’s confidence without arrogance, power wrapped in charm, a storm dressed in silk.

together, they don’t just exist as separate colors—they blend, clash, complement, and contradict. they are a spectrum, a storm, a force of nature that was never meant to come together but somehow, against all odds, did.

[veshialles]

Happy Birthday!

omg a birthday doggo!! thank you so much!!

[aymayzing]

Lys and favorite past time?

Name an OC and a topic and I’ll give you 3-5 facts about them to do with it

His absolute favorite pastime is picking flowers and weaving them into flowercrowns or garlands! He was a very lively kid and his family would have him do that just to keep him busy and in one place. He found it very soothing and grew to love it. He does it by himself or drags friends along to talk while he works (he's also in charge of decorating the clan's camp for holidays because of this)

He loves to swim! It helps him clear his mind

He doesn't have much downtime as the Inquisitor but when he gets the chance, he spends an evening with Dorian, reading Varric's books in silly voices and drinking wine

[azxrby]

More dungeons and dragons characters. These are my players for the campaign I currently run!

[oflostinfound]

"Artificial? Did someone...build your sun and moon?"

Her eyes light up immediately,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Sort of? Stolas had a hand- or feather- in most of the design and function of them, but it was a group effort from the 72 in the beginning of the realm. Or so the history books say. ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Technically the entire realm is artificial. It doesn't exist in space as Earth or any other planet does, it doesn't have real stars, and magic and it's ties to the human realm is what keeps everything alive and functioning in the dimension it's being contained in. There's a reason some also call it the Earth's Mirror. ❞