#Hope I spelt everyones names right

[spiky-berry21]

G'day mates

Finally done with the second batch of Lack-oc/Sona headshots!

Really hope I did everyone justice 🥲

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Go check out their work if you haven't already, and as always: have a good day/night!

[lazzarella]

The Heart Killers x Pulp Fiction poster

[kirathehyrulian]

How I'd Rate the SPN Seasons:

I was tagged by @qprbros to rank spn [supernatural seasons Tier List Maker] I'm not completely sure about my ranking choices, but I think this is approximately how I feel about SPN? At least for today anyways.

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[jolalibrary]

ii - it’s just aah little crush

javier peña x f!reader | chapter two of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: fluff. discussions of deceased parent (javi's side) continuous romcom vibes. an: i can't believe so many of you are in love with this, hope you're still grinning. wordcount: 2.2k.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Go to song that’ll get you dancing. 

I don’t dance, hermosa

Let me guess, you’re the type to sit in a corner smoking and drinking away while everyone else has fun.

no

for one I don’t smoke anymore 

Ha! Knew it. Bet you have a moody face too. All annoyed that people dare to have fun.

i don’t know what gave you the impression I hate fun 

Name a song, then. 

I can’t think. what’s yours? 

Tough to pick one. But, since I did just dance in my kitchen to I Want It That Way, I’ll choose that one

I bet it was a sight 

You are right, it was an award winning performance.

what you wearing 

Shut up, Javi. 

In time, Javi begins to learn things about you.

Such as your aversion to certain weather types, the kinds of foods you dislike on pizza and that you travel for work.

It’s not every week, but most. You have a place, but you live outside of a suitcase more often than you like. But, you’re not complaining—that you repeatedly stress to him—because you’ve never really had to travel anywhere overtly far. Just from one side of the country to the other.

But, it does steal hours—both from being in the air and entering a new timezone. Something he, too, tries not to feel annoyed about, but still is.

If anything, he’s beginning to find it hard not to be that person, the one who repeats texts—obsessively checks. The one who looks forward to the time of the day he gets to speak to you. 

You’re a nice treat at the end of the day—one which has spread into being a welcomed surprise at other times.

The two of you texting, bleeding from the night to the day, with him waking and seeing a text waiting for him on his screen. A ‘Good morning’ here, a ‘hope you don’t stand in shit today’ there.

you land ok

Truthfully, he knew there was a good chance you were still commuting—knowing more about this flight and your plans than previous trips.

But he still grows impatient, tapping his fingers on surfaces, hovering around, earning him stares from his pop as he makes a drink or admires the weather. 

He knows his pop has picked up on it—the change. Had stopped asking him in the fields what his plans were going to be that evening, as though knowing he’d find his son on the porch or at the table, clicking keys until they spelt out a word. 

But, deep down, Javi knew his Ma would have said something—made a comment about it being a girl. Likely sat next to him, asked him if you were worth the trips to the store and the amount it was all costing him. 

He knew what he’d say if she were here to ask: yes. 

As much as the change is noticed, his pop says nothing. Just skirts around it, the Peña way. 

“You fancy coming with me tonight, Jav?” 

He asks him each week, even if the answer is always the same. A hopeful look simmering in his eyes, waiting. 

It makes him hate declining, hates having to summon a reason they both know is an excuse. Because even if he’s been here for years, they all still look at him like a hero. A celebrity. A walking statue they can all admire—talk to, and about. 

“Not tonight, Pop.” 

The nod he receives makes his stomach churn, guilt mixing with selfishness, wanting to explain—even if the two of them have had this conversation countless times. 

Just checked into my room. Guess who got an upgrade? 

He grins, eyes reading each word, feeling his stomach unknot, his chest flutter—all the while being aware there’s warmth spreading up to his ears. 

Texting you makes him feel like a teenager all over again. 

So much so, he forgets his pop is still there. Standing, hovering. Glancing up to find a knowing look, one he rather hates but doesn’t want to unpick.  

Not sure how too. 

Not sure what to even explain. 

“Hasta luego, hijo.”

nice, they do room service at this one Maybe. Gonna order so much food, charge the company.

Javi nods to no one, biting back a smile, the one desperate to show. Sliding the paper off the chair beside him as he lies it flat on the table, hearing the distinct sound of the front door shutting, the storm door following closely. 

Waiting, just like he did when he was younger, for the sound of the truck sparking to life. The crunch of gravel, and then, the noticeable silence. The one he welcomes—not that he always did. 

In the first months of being home, a mist would fall over him when his pop left. A loneliness that ebbed and flowed, him walking around the house, brushing past memories, hearing the whispers of ghosts from when they were a family of three and not two. It lessened as the months added up.

Am I too late for the crossword? 

Snorting, he bites his bottom lip.

He’s unsure at what point in their texting he should have told you that he waits for you. Not sure he has the words to explain that it’s become a thing for him, an extra pleasure in completing it. 

Javi waits until the sun truly sets, and the day tries to turn to the next. He’s even left it to the last minute—11:36 pm—hating that you even apologised for your day having derailed what has slowly become their tradition. 

just in time  Perfect. I’ve just put my order in. I am ready. Test me this time, okay? Stop going easy on me. 

Smirking, he releases a light laugh, fingers wiping across the hair above his lip, shaking his head in disbelief. Both in how you take it so seriously and how he likes it. 

It’s odd, strange—but there’s a lot he likes about you. Like how you challenge him and hold him accountable. Making his old instincts and his gut, both of which had rotted in ranch life, awaken all over again. 

In truth, he feels alive, thrumming—feeling warmth, seeing colours, expanding happiness flushing through him. It blows away all the eroding loneliness, shining and injecting light into the darkest corners of his soul—the parts wilted due to what-ifs and regrets. 

superheros home, 10 letters  I said test me.  I’m warming you up I’m plenty warm, Javi. You worry about yourself. It’s metropolis, the answer. 

His mouth slides to the side, pencil scratching at the paper. 

Crosswords end too quickly with you. Your brain is full of words, ones he knows are tucked away in his own, but they rise to the surface in yours. Come so quickly, called and answered.

Somedays, he swears it takes him a while even to welcome the day, never mind finding a word. 

It’s the truthful reason he began this in the first place. It helped that it wasn’t a risk. There was no real need to complete it (yet he always did). But in truth, he had felt the need to keep himself sharp. To work a mystery over, just one with no stakes, no actual losses. 

His life couldn't handle that now. His back twinged at the thought, a muscle tensing under the thoughts of Colombia. 

praises lavishly, 6 Javier. ha no it begins with e  Extols. howd you even know that  I read, Javi. I read. 

pop’s just asked me if I want to go to a bingo night 

I’m going to hazard a guess that you screamed yes, dressed so quickly you have headrush? 

obviously 

I’m cooking for my friend tonight.

Aish?

No. Different friend. 

a male friend

Jealous, are we? 

No, a colleague. She’s had a rough day. 

do you know how to cook or will I be finally seeing your face… on the news 

I know how to cook, sorry to disappoint you.

But I am impressed by your use of punctuation. 

I aim to please 

you awake 

I am. You good?

just can’t sleep

That happen a lot 

less recently, but yeah 

Tell me something, Javi 

what you wanna hear

Anything. 

I look forward to our texts all day

You need a hobby. 

maybe, but my statement still stands 

I do too. Don’t think I’d even reply to anyone else who woke me up at 1 am.

shit hermosa I didn’t mean to wake you 

I don’t mind. 

go to sleep, we can talk tomorrow 

No it’s okay, I want to talk to you. 

You ever seen Charmed? 

no whats that

Oh, Javi buckle your seatbelt. 

What do you even meaaan

I’ve never had it 

If we ever meet in person and I have a kitchen available, I’m making it you. 

yeah?

Yes. I know you were in Colombia, but you’re missing out.

you wanna meet me in person 

I mean, I do love second-guessing myself about if you are who you say you are. 

hilarious 

Of course, I do. 

Do you wanna meet me? 

more so now I’m gonna be be cooked for 

Now who’s being hilarious. 

Each bead of sweat which clusters at his waist, is rewarded with a gentle breeze. It sits, spreading patterns up his tee as it clings to his skin.

The warm, dry heat offers some relief, dancing amongst the tall grass. It rustles through the trees as he sticks the spade back into the soil, wiping his brow, allowing the yellow of his aviators to slide down the bridge of his nose—causing a contrast of lemon and natural lighting to flare across his gaze. 

Javi’s been at it for hours. Having set himself up before the sun really began spreading its fingers across Laredo.

Digging, shifting wooden posts into the newly created hole, before he’s filled it back up again. With each one he completes, he takes a second to pause. To lose himself to the whims of his mind—thoughts usually stuck on how much longer it’ll take, and now perpetually on you. 

What you’re doing. 

If you’re having a good day. 

He finds himself so lost in thoughts of you, that it doesn’t feel anything like what it has with others. Not close to drowning, but instead swimming. Moving with a current of his own making, drifting, feeling something other than mundane and boredom in his bones. 

He's also noticed how the texts and conversation are no longer strained and frayed—that he isn’t picking apart intention like he once was. That he gets you, reads you. Can almost hear your voice in the way you text him.

Before, he'd never have described his evenings as empty, but now he's busy—occupied. Doing something more than simply passing the time, actually looking forward to the time between the sun going down and the stars lighting the sky.

It's on the second stab into the ground that it hits him: he'd miss you if you stopped texting.

Having grown used to you—enjoys tuning into the evenings spent with you. 

He was never lonely in Colombia. A thought which has riddled him in the years since he’s been back. The goal—the job—kept him busy when his conquests couldn’t. How he had been focused on the many, the plans and the takedowns occupying all space that would allow for such things. 

But this is different. A different kind of busy—a nicer one. One he craves more than he should. 

“There were fresh flowers at your mamá's grave again.” 

Javi slams his foot on the shovel, forcing it down further, splitting the soil—letting it cut into the grass, the roots. Turning it up, choosing then to only lift his head to meet the stare waiting for him at the last second. 

Last month, he’d been able to shove it off.

He'd been able to blame the suspicions on anything but him. Javi realises how much harder that is going to be now—especially with the way his pop is leaning. How he begins tilting his hat up so he can see him clearer—just like when he was a boy. 

Pushing his shades up, Javi chews his cheek, standing straighter and straighter until he fills his lungs with air. Not speaking, choosing silence.

Kicking the dirt, his pop hooks his thumbs in the loops of his jeans. “Same flowers as before.”

“Hmm, nice.” 

It’s all he can muster. 

All he wants to, as well—desperate to continue digging. And, do so in silence. 

“I know it’s you, Jav. You don’t... Y'don't need to be secretive about seeing her.” 

“I’m not.” 

Even if he is. 

Has been.

It hadn't been intentional to go see her. It had begun absently, without real cause or reason.

When he first came back, there was a cause, a reason. A birthday, the holidays—times when his laid-down bouquet wasn’t alone. Guilt biting at him for all the times he didn't visit when he was away, and the times he put off in the months he was back.

Then, one day he turned down a road, and he found himself there, and so it began. Now the guilt has wilted, like the flowers he often replaces. Doing this thing he does when he heads into town.

And, it just so happens he’s been in town more often as of late. The phone—the one heavy in his back pocket—being the cause. His mouth purchasing more credit while his eyes admired the store's beautiful arrangements—ones adorned with the same flowers he’d grown up with in the centre of the dining table. 

“You’ve been smiling more, too.” 

“Pops, c’mon.”

He laughs—his dad laughs. “It’s nice, hijo. Nice seeing it. Hearing it. She work in town?”

Shaking his head, running a hand across his forehead, he mumbles a no. Pebbled sweat collected on his fingers, closing his eyes, willing the conversation to die before it got going. 

It never works, not with his pops. 

“Tell me about—“

“Papá, para.”

“—you can try and hide it, sat in the other room from me. But whoever she is, I like her.”

Smirking, he snorts, dropping his hand from his face. “You don’t know her. Fu—I don’t even know her, alright?” 

Shrugging, his pop stands from his lean, hand on one of the posts Javi had put up earlier. Wiggling it, testing it, brow raised in a way that screamed he was impressed. 

“That’s what time is for, Jav. Getting to know someone.” 

“Alright, Pop. Can I…? Please?” 

Waving him off, he tips his hat at him. Shooting him another smirk, a knowing one—another Peña trademark. 

Aish asked about you today. 

what did you tell her

That you’re very good at crosswords. 

you’re a tease. 

I aim to please. 

my pops knows I’m talking to you

Told him all about me, have you? I feel special.

you should feel special 

but not just because of that 

You’re flirting again.

I am

Charmer. 

do you dislike it? me flirting 

No. Not really. I like it.

that's good to know

Why?

means i can do it properly now

Is that so? Do I need to brace myself for Javi-flirting?

i would if i were you

an: yesssss, now let the menace texts begin.

next chapter ->

[riordanness]

cruel summer — [emercy] — 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

— 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

an emercy [perseus jackson x emma rebekah] social media au fic (part one) featuring,, percy, emma, leo, piper, jason, hazel, annabeth, and frank

— 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

liked by abethchase, lxvepipes, and 46 others

erebekah, fyi, don’t take percy anywhere he acts like a literal toddler

sassyjackson: ok so says you

-> erebekah: me?? a toddler?? be so fr rn

lxvepipes: this is why you should take me out instead

-> erebekah: yes good let’s ditch boys together 💋

-> sassyjackson: i see how it is

abethchase: miss you idiots (sort of)

-> erebekah: BETH I HOPE TRAVELLING IS GOING SOSO WELL I MISS YOU

hzllevesque: my favourite pair of besties 💜

-> valdezinator: “besties” my ass

-> jgrace: right?? i sense a ship here i’m ngl

-> frankzhang: hazel aren’t we your favourite pair?

-> hzllevesque: ofc we are 💜 ily

liked by erebekah, jgrace, and 53 others

sassyjackson, someone tell this moron to stop blasting taylor swift in my car all the time

erebekah: someone tell this moron i can play whatever i want if i’m passenger princess actually

-> sassyjackson: emma i’m sick of cruel summer

-> erebekah: how dare you i hate you

-> sassyjackson: wait do you actual? no stop i’m sorry play taylor all you want

-> valdezinator: someone tell both of these morons they’re in love already

jgrace: where’d you guys go?

-> sassyjackson: she wanted to “go on a roadtrip” but we’re both broke so we just went to walmart

valdezinator: 🚨🚨

-> erebekah: we didn’t even speed??

-> valdezinator: no that’s the ambulance, i called them bc y’all are clearly blind if you still think you’re just friends

liked by erebekah, hzllevesque and 279 others

lxvepipes, the best day with my girl 💖 (finally stole her away from percy)

tagged, @erebekah

erebekah: I LOVE YOU

-> lxvepipes: ILYSM 💘

erebekah: hey siri play today was a fairytale by taylor swift

-> lxvepipes: no play something gayer

-> jgrace: guys 😭

sassyjackson: so this is why she won’t answer my texts

-> lxvepipes: gods jackson she isn’t yours 🙄 she was my girl first

-> valdezinator: he wishes she was his tho

-> sassyjackson: she’s literally my best friend tho??

-> valdezinator: dude. not what i meant

liked by jgrace, lxvepipes and 103 others

valdezinator, i’m sick of this weirdos

tagged, @sassyjackson @erebekah

erebekah: hey dumbass we aren’t weirdos

-> sassyjackson: yes we are

erebekah: also help how often do we fall asleep on each other 😭

-> lxvepipes: a lot babe

-> jgrace: lots

-> abethchase: if you’re the same dumb duo you were before i left, then a ridiculous amount of times

-> hzllevesque: like constantly

-> frankzhang: every single movie night

-> valdezinator: literally so much, emma

jgrace: this is for REAL a ship now i’m the captain

-> valdezinator: this is literally my post bro i’m the captain

liked by hzllevesque, sassyjackson and 107 others

erebekah, beach day with my fav beach boy 🩵

tagged, @sassyjackson

valdezinator: hey, em, you spelt ‘date’ wrong!

-> jgrace: aww beach date, how adorable

-> lxvepipes: you boys are menaces, i’m joining

sassyjackson: you’re my fav beach girl

-> frankzhang: AW

sassyjackson: 🩷

-> valdezinator: leaving her heart emojis now are we jackson

-> jgrace: what are we calling this ship they need a name

-> lxvepipes: hm something like emercy? yk, emma and percy

liked by erebekah, jgrace, and 95 others

sassyjackson, 🌊

jgrace: someone check up on emma after that shirtless pic

-> erebekah: what is that supposed to mean

-> valdezinator: 😈

-> erebekah: you boys are weirdos

hzllevesque: percy come back emma misses you

-> frankzhang: um yeah she’s kind of annoying everyone bc she doesn’t have you to annoy

-> erebekah: hey i’m not annoying

-> valdezinator: yes you are, percy just thinks it’s hot so he never says anything

erebekah: 🥵 (deleted)

lxvepipes: dang i’m ten minutes late to the post and sm drama happens in the comments already

-> sassyjackson: tempted to turn my comments off fr

-> erebekah: don’t you dare do that

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erebekah, 👙

sassyjackson: em

sassyjackson: emma

sassyjackson: emma rebekah i swear-

-> erebekah: 😁😁

valdezinator: oi rebekah i think you broke jackson

-> erebekah: 💥

lxvepipes: do y’all reckon this is revenge for the shirtless pic percy posted yesterday

-> jgrace: oh yea fs

-> hzllevesque: i’m jumping on this emercy train too now

-> valdezinator: the more the merrier

[stevesbbg]

a fishy first impression - C.S. x D4!reader

a/n: RAHH I'M ALIVE tbosas has taken over my brain so get ready for a LOT of corio content (also pls excuse my horrible title for this, a girl can't resist her puns) - i needed a little warm up so i hope you guys can tolerate this little drabble i wrote!! luv u all <33

cw - she/her prns, corio is a jerk and uses the reader for his gain (money), i probably spelt things wrong lol

Word spread fast around the academy...

Coriolanus knew this all too well as he made his way onto the steps of the prestigious school, hearing the whispers of students. They were all well aware of Corio's new, unfortunate task he had been handed.

Welcoming the new student.

He gripped onto the white rose he had brought for the new girl, huffing in frustration while opening the door. Had the gods above seriously subjected Coriolanus to this much humility? He couldn't believe he had to waste time on someone lower than him, much less someone from the Districts. Corio prayed no one would see him with the mutt.

He turned the corner, only to find more gossiping girls and blathering boys talking about his misfortune. He kept his head held high as he crossed the hallway, making sure he didn't show his internal perturbation.

Opening the door, the smell of fish wafted into his nose. Coriolanus couldn't help but make a displeased face as he walked up to the District Four girl. He hid his dissatisfaction as soon as it showed and put on his best act, handing the girl the rose.

"Welcome to the academy, Ms. Y/N." Coriolanus smiled, though on the inside he would rather be focusing on his studies or perhaps sending the girl home so he wouldn't have to deal with her.

The girl gave him a shy smile and chuckled slightly. "Seems like everyone here knows who I am, yet I can't seem to get anyone's name."

Perhaps that's because you don't belong here... Coriolanus thought. He offered her a fake chuckle in return and looked into her eyes, "Coriolanus Snow, nice to meet you." It was anything but nice.

The girl herself wasn't much to look at. Corio couldn't find anything special about her, not even in the way she spoke. The girls father, however? He was very special. District Four's mayor, now elected official, Caspian Watercreste. The man had millions of dollars in his pocket, and Coriolanus would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in using his daughter to get to him.

Y/N continued to ramble on about her past and how excited she was to start fresh in The Capitol. Coriolanus paid no attention, however. He was much too focused on planning his attempt at dipping his toes into her fathers million dollar pool. He couldn't help but smirk at himself, feeling proud of his idea.

Then, it hit him.

"Y/N," Coriolanus gently rested his hand on her shoulder, using as much charm as he could muster. "There's a lot of people here who might want to use you for... your money. I would hate to see that happen, as I'm sure you would too." He paused to see her reaction. "If you stick by me, I swear nothing bad will happen."

Coriolanus wasn't lying. She was far too trusting right off the bat and based off of looks alone, the girl looked like she needed a bit of protecting. She needed him.

"I think I can handle a couple of kids, Coriolanus." Y/N raised her eyebrow and smirked. "If you wanted to be friends, you could've just said so."

Coriolanus felt a tinge of embarrassment as the girl smirked at him. He didn't like the way she talked back. He would have to work on that.

"Where's the fun in that?" He played along, "Come on, I heard you like to read. Let me show you the library."

He offered her his arm, and they walked out, back into the busy hallway. The kids gave Coriolanus odd looks, but within a month? They'd wish they were him...

[quitealotofsodapop]

Thinking about a scenario where the Ink Demon/Ink MK/Curse the gang encounters in S4 accidentally forms an outer conscieness.

I feel like it gains sentience partially from MK refering to the Curse as a being separate from the Scroll - and not solely as a tool created to torment it's prisoners. Almost like a magic artifical intelligence.

I could see MK finding a way to contact the demon, mostly to gain greater insight on things he's mentally avoiding. Like by writing with an enchanted ink set, or with the ink left behind by the Curse's rampage.

MK, putting ink brush to paper: "Hi?" *The ink begins to blob and shape itself into words* Ink Curse, as writing on the paper: "You could have just used a pen, idiot." MK, excitedly writing back: "It's you!!" Ink Curse: "Why do you seem excited? Are you a glutton for punishment?" MK: "So, I know your whole thing is to pick people apart mentally, right?" Ink Curse: "Yes. I was spawned from the ink used to detail the crimes of those written into the scroll of memory. It is my purpose. Like how you were made for-" MK, writing over the response: "Yeah yeah chaos and destruction and stuff I know that part. But like, when I got home... I started thinking about the other stuff and... you seem pretty good at voicing thing people don't want to know about themselves. It almost feels I dunno... catartic almost? (is that how you spell it)? Ink Curse: "It is spelt Cathartic. And If you take any comfort in what I did, then I have failed my purpose. Or you are hopelessly dense." MK: "But thats the thing! I didn't feel comfortable! You dragged me out of my comfort zone and made me think about junk. It's actually helping me a little in coming to terms with... what I am." Ink Curse: *doesn't respond for some time* "You are strange." MK: "I mean, I guess. I'm writing to a demonic ink curse instead of going to an actual therapist. Hope to talk to you again soon Mozhi*!" Newly dubbed "Mozhi": "Excuse me?"

*"Mozhi/Mòzhī/墨汁" - meaning "squid ink" or the ink used in traditional chinese calligraphy.

And since putting a name to something gives its power, "Mozhi" begins to manifest beyond ink and paper. Ink stains and monkey handprints litter the apartment. The magnets on MK's fridge start rearranging into swear words. The menu at Pigsy's shuffles to critique minor flaws in the kitchen. Mei starts recieving scathing texts from an unlisted number. The tv starts glitching in the viewer's insecurities.

Eventually the gang break down MK's door to figure out wtf is going on, only to see an Ink!MK physically pull itself into the 3d world from the Cursed ink. Everyone starts screaming.

Macaque, laughing: "Oh my gods, I know what happened here - I've heard of it happening before in shadow demons. MK gave the ink Curse a name and that gave it power to, quote a little puppet made of pine; become a real boy." Ink Curse/Mozhi, stumbling like a newborn fawn: "Why is my body being pulled down?" Wukong: "It's called gravity, spot. You get used to it." Ink Curse/Mozhi: "You are actively floating." Wukong: "Yeah, doesn't mean I have to like gravity."

In his "physical" form, Mozhi looks like monkey!MK with inky black fur and colder toned skin - his facial marking a smeared grey color with a distinct heart-shaped outline. He reduces to his inky form when physically damaged or when he wants to "hop into" a book or artwork. Dislikes sunlight/heat, it dries him out.

And because he is no longer within MK's head/the scroll, he's a lot less all-knowing. He is however scarily perceptive of others thoughts and fears, and loudly narrates his opinions on things.

Red Son: "Is that a sentient ink curse?" Mozhi, mockingly: "Is that an emotionally-constipated daddy's boy who almost destroyed the world with a toddler temper tantrum, and still refuses to admit that he's more morally righteous than he lets on?" :3 Red Son, flames up: "Oh its on, you glorified Rorshace test!" MK: *sprays water bottle at them* "Down! Both of you! Mozhi, I said no commentating on people's inner thoughts!" Mozhi: "If y'all actually went to theraphy, then there would be nothing for me to talk about."

This also makes Mozhi the best person to roast somebody when the others are too busy/emotional to do so on their own. And since he mirrors the power of the person he's roasting, it gives him Jester's Immunity to damage from angry Celestials.

The Jade Emperor: "Why is there a loose ink demon in my throne room?" Mozhi, giggling manically as he morphs into an ink!Emperor: "Hahahahahaha~ wow. Ruler of all beings, mortal and divine. And you can't even recognise yourself. Disappointing really. Then again, can't expect much from a glorified intern that was gifted the throne and hasn't done much else since." *Vicious Mockery continues for many hours*

Mozhi is however... kinda bad at admiting and recognizing his own feelings? He's never had any before that weren't projections of others. Is this what true sadness feels like, or does he just need to get some sleep? Can come off as cold, even when trying to be geniune. He's just not used to having emotions or empathy yet.

Enjoys fictional works that dive into the concepts of meta-fiction and medium awareness, ex; Deadpool, Bandersnatch, and Doki Doki Literature Club.

[wonderneverlandsystem]

So yeah I can't for the life of me find a term. There is Apressexual but that is more like the exact opposite. And Fraysexual but that is the feelings going away after getting to know the person. My feelings for this person have never been sexual at all, so it's not that. And Boreasexual, which is similar, but it's not connected to experiencing other forms of attraction and it's centered on one specific person so that's not quite right either for me-

Sooooo. Idk how coming up with new terms/labels works but since I can't find one I decided; fuck it I guess I'll make it.

So-

Nectarsexual

Describes a person who usually experiences Sexual attraction/feelings, but when experiencing another type of attraction for someone (Platonic, Alterous, Romantic, etc.) they do not experience sexual attraction for that person.

I'ma use my situation as an example: I usually experience Sexual attraction/feelings towards people I find attractive, but (I believe) due to having Alterous feelings for this guy I know, I don't have Sexual feelings for him and don't wanna do anything Sexual with him, even though I find him incredibly attractive (physically and otherwise).

[Also as with most labels this works for other forms of attraction as well, so Nectarromantic, Nectarplatonic, etc. work too!]

As for why I chose this name; I feel like it is very contradictory to amatanormativity (idk if I spelt that right-). The "normal" and "correct" progression of feelings is that if you like someone, say romantically, then you *must* like them sexually as well, and especially vice versa.

1. Nectar is a sickly sweet drink given to deities that is said to grant immortality and heal. The name is to show that even though it's not "normal" (allo-) love, it is Just as powerful, Just as meaningful, and can be Just as everlasting.

2. Many deities (especially Greek and Roman) are a bunch of horn dogs and or big lovers (romantic). So I thought it would be ironic and funny.

3. In many old stories about Nectar it's said that if a human were to start drinking Nectar they wouldn't be able to stop. Again, I chose this name out of irony/condradiction. I think of it like this- And again I'm using my experiences as an example/metaphor, but this isn't necessarily gonna be the same for everyone.

In this example, imagine that Nectar, is sex.

I've always drunk, and still am drinking, Nectar. More frequently than most people do even, but when I think of him, look at him, am around him, etc. the Nectar gets diluted by water. There's still Nectar there. My cup will always have some amount of Nectar in it. But it tastes, feels, and smells almost as if it's just normal water, I don't even think of what's in the cup hardly ever when around him/thinking of him. And when I do look in the cup, when I get the occasional taste or whiff of Nectar in the water, I don't wanna drink it. In fact most of the time the thought of drinking from the cup while w/ him, makes me uncomfortable and grossed out.

I hope this all made sense (also if someone wants to make a flag that'd be cool as fuck- I may make one idk-)

-Much love, Jay B.

[v1nnydinny]

Hey everyone- idk who’s actually gonna read this but I’ve been wanting to start writing on here for awhile now and I’m probably gonna start doing it, here’s something’s about me ig

~About Me~

My name is Vinny!

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I’m Transgender FTM! (He/him please babes!)

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I’m not comfortable sharing my age just yet:)

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My username is something old but never intended for something romantic- if anyone knows how to change usernames please let me know😭

If I do ever change my username it will be “V1nnyDinny” (let’s hope I can put it as that-)

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I plan on being an Actor and I’m waiting to get put in acting classes :) (I have to learn to stop cussing all the time before my mom puts me in tho-😭🤚🏻)

ANYWAYS-

I don’t really know much about myself tbh but I’ll try to give you at least a note yeah?

⋆things I like⋆

-Stranger things

-Tokio Hotel (all of them duhh)

-the black phone

-Rodrick🙈

-fnaf (as well as the movie, like omg? The movie was great!!)

-my cats ofc?!

-SLEEP. Gn😊

~Things I’ll Write~

-Tokio Hotel (OFCCC)

-Stranger Things

-Rodrick from diary of a wimpy kid

-probably the fnaf movie too-

-my hero academia (?!)

-I might do some welcome home maybe? I’ll have to get to know a bit more about the site first!

-definitely creepypasta!

-maybe stuff with Mason Thames, Miguel Mora- yk all the black phone cast members??

That’s kinda all I like rn but I’ll always update!

⋆Stuff I Will And Won’t Write!⋆

-definitely NOT gonna write about reader getting r@ped. However I will write things like comfort from flashbacks, stuff like that

-Smut (all smut will be aged up!)

-Any type of hcs!

-OneShots

-fluff

-angst? Idk if I spelt that right💀

-comfort

-ig pretty much anything- if I’m not comfortable with it I’ll lyk ☻

I’ll do any genders and pronouns!

Male/Female/

He/him she/her they/them she/they he/they! You name it! I’ll make it happen ☻

PLEASE SEND ME REQUEST LOVES!!🙏🏻🙏🏻

(GIF from Pinterest)

[whatchuwaitinfor]

Warning; Rant.

Yeah… I thought the Helluva Boss fandom was going to understand finally that Blitzø isn’t the main bad guy in the ‘relationship’ of stolitz.

So the eighth episode of Helluva Boss’s season two came out and no surprise there… everyone hates Blitzø but no one is even mad at Stolas. God dammit, I should’ve expected this.

If you are NOT 18 or older, you might take offense to this. But understand I’m not insulting anyone. I’m just pointing out the things people tend to ignore.

Disclaimer: This is NOT a Stolas slander post. I’m just pissed that all I see is “fuck you Blitzø” and “oh no baby Stolas”

Oh boy, so let’s have a rundown of the Stolitz relationship. And why Blitzø isn’t the only asshole in the relationship. Specifically Stolas in the episode that we just saw.

Blitzø is owned by Stolas because Stolas’ father, Paimon got Blitzø for Stolas on his birthday to make him stop crying. Blitzø is owned by the Goetia family and specifically Stolas.

About 25 years later, Blitzø steals the grimoire and had sex with Stolas to keep him from noticing that he stole it.

They have that type of relationship later one every full moon and yadda yadda yadda.

Stolas never once acted like he cared for Blitzø and Blitzø doesn’t really know how to talk to people and be vulnerable. We saw when Blitzø and Moxxie were tripping balls early in the show; Blitzø saw Stolas and gained chains on him; indicating he’s a sex slave because he technically is. He saw Stolas as higher than anyone in this world, the most amazing thing on throne at the top of a large staircase right outside the gates of Heaven. Stolas is untouchable, an Angel to Blitzø. He loves him very much.

Fast forward a bit, Ozzie’s place; when Ozzie and Fizz were making fun of Blitzø and Stolas’ relationship, Blitzø desperately looked at Stolas, hoping he’d say something to help and Stolas looked away embarrassed, communicating that he’s embarrassed to even be in the same place as Blitzø. That’s how Blitzø took it if that’s not what Stolas, but even I would believe what Blitzø believed if that happened to me.

So Stolas makes it clear every time as Blitzø said, that all Blitzø is is a sex toy. Don’t make me have to remind you guys that Stolas always called him “my little impish play thing” that’s not a sweet, romantic, sexual nickname, that’s a red flag. That’s a dick move.

Fast forward a little more; Blitzø could not go to the hospital that Stolas stayed at. If he did, that’d be bad and dangerous for the both of them. I’m pretty damn sure that Blitzø wanted to visit him because he almost died, did you guys forget the look on his face when he found out Stolas almost died? He was so distraught and sad, worried even that he was the first to text that time; mind you, he doesn’t know how to read or spell, he can’t even spell Moxxie’s name right as we see in the recent episode.

Moxxie even commented about that episodes earlier saying something like this, “we’re not going to get clients with a poorly written and spelt flyer”. It may not be word for word but he did comment about Blitzø’s lack of knowing how to spell. It’s even in the backgrounds everywhere.

But anyway, he couldn’t go to the hospital because that would cause paparazzi to make things worse that an imp; the lowest of the low in hell, is visiting a Goetia in the hospital. You know, the people who are RIGHT BELOW the DEADLY SINS in the hierarchy chart of Hell in this show and Hazbin Hotel. Yeah, no. Blitzø didn’t wanna do that which is understandable. And then he can’t even text Stolas because he’s looking for his sister in literally the next episode who is an ungrateful bitch that hates him for something he didn’t do on purpose! Yeah, like he has time to text Stolas, who again he thinks still uses him for sex. Which again is understandable with all the shit that Stolas did.

Alright, fast forward again… catch up to this episode… yeah, Stolas got him the gemstone so he can start fixing what he caused; but it would’ve been nice if he texted or called him to warn him that they’re going to have a chat when he gets there. Also would’ve been nice if he didn’t react interested to what Blitzø was showing him and then dump the conversation on him. Also would’ve been nice if he would’ve let him think and understand what Stolas is saying. Have a conversation about it, let Blitzø see that he is apart of the conversation. So obviously Blitzø is going to react how he does because again, Stolas only cared about himself and how he’s affected. When having a conversation about something like this, you need to pay attention to the other person you’re talking to. Understand what they say and try and come up with something together and not just throw them out your house when they’re blowing up because you didn’t let them think, claiming that you always thought of them highly, when you never showed that you did and had them understand until just then. Stolas didn’t even let him process.

In short, both Blitzø and Stolas are assholes, they’re lovable assholes, but their assholes. But this time, one (Stolas) was more the asshole than the other (Blitzø). Talk to your partners, let them have their moment too if you want them to know you care. I expected them to break up and take a break from each other, because they needed it. I’m just trying to say that Blitzø wasn’t the bad guy this time. Think of what you’d do if you were in his shoes throughout the entire time of this ‘relationship’ they had. You would blow up to and you know it though you don’t want to say it.

If you hate Blitzø in this scene, it shows you didn’t pay attention to what he said.

In conclusion, I was just saying that Blitzø isn’t the bad guy every time. Please stop putting Stolas on a pedestal just because he’s more attractive.

End of rant.

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

I'm gonna put everything here, so i don't send multiple asks lol

man you are not making him enjoy you a lot huh /silly

Kaeya, my last ask was a mistake, ofc i choose you! Why would i choose anyone else? I'm not replying to this specific part because i don't wanna go missing, haha, of course not... i reply to this so there's no misunderstanding 💔

(Yeah, no, i definitely chose boss at that time- if i can choose boss then why would i choose kaeya? Boss till the end, lesgoooo 💪 BUT OH BUT, THAT UNKNOWN GUY IS WINNING NOW 😔😔 ah, boss lovers, we're prolly not gonna get his pov hiks /silly)

🍀 anon, fellow 🍵 codebreaker here.

Well... that's the entirety of the code 😭 but tbf, do note that i know what cipher to use because some words of the code were put in bold. And if i remember correctly, the bold words spelt out 'railfence'. Other than that, i don't think there's anything weird though. Well, other than the fact that the code suddenly change out of nowhere.

Btw @jessamine-rose pls i hate you so much /jjj AAAAAAAAAA- you're making me gonna fall hard with friend! darling rather than boss huhuhuu 😭 i am so madly in love with how she's so chaotic yet calm at the same time! Like wow girl, you're so cool, but at the same time NOO DON'T, YOU'RE DEALING WITH THAT GUY! IT'S GONNA END UP BAD-

Anyway yes, i agree with making her powerful to even boss and friend! darling's power and status. Having a darling that's easy to melt in his arms is soooo boring, i doubt boss would be entertained with that type of person. Not only does he get bored faster, he wouldn't have that rush of wanting to control a person similar in power or status like him. I mean, he is a certified control freak, right? (I'm trying to be cynical here, do i sound scary now- /lh)

- 🍀 anon

(P.S. i hope you all are lucky like my name, everyone! But don't be as crazy as me guys, i'm still self-aware that i'm a bit cray cray lol so save yourself the drama and be normal 👍)

(Yeah, no, i definitely chose boss at that time- if i can choose boss then why would i choose kaeya? Boss till the end, lesgoooo 💪 BUT OH BUT, THAT UNKNOWN GUY IS WINNING NOW 😔😔 ah, boss lovers, we're prolly not gonna get his pov hiks /silly)

Hm... Interesting.

Don't mind me as I sip my tea (because I can't comment on the rest. Spoilers ofc.)

[tabslabs]

My Best Friends Have All Been Named “Gabby”

Your name was Gabriella, it probably still is, but everyone called you Gabby.

G-a-two bs and a y

Our first grade teacher decided she’d call me Tabby too, because we were such good friends.

T-a-two bs and a y

My mom objected, “It’s spelt T-a-b-i! All the letters are already in your name!” I remember that.

But I wanted to match you.

So when we were a pair, I would be Tabby, and you would be Gabby.

I think we met in preschool, I don’t remember how many times I went to your house anymore…

But I remember the living room- or rather I remember your 3:4 CRT TV and sitting on the floor around it.

We watched shark boy and lava girl there once, in 3D. There must’ve been a whole group because we didn’t have enough blue & red glasses for everyone… I watched it without them.

I remember showing off our Barbies on that floor in front of that TV… one of your dolls sang songs from Princess & the Pauper. I think another was a fairy.

I remember your kitchen, I remember the island countertop. I think we ate there. I think I made food with your parents there. I don’t remember your parents.

I want to say we made tortillas in your kitchen. I have vivid memories of using a tortilla press many times as a young child, but I don’t know who else I could have made them with…

I had gas station tacos in Texas recently. They felt like tacos I used to make with someone.

Homemade, small, authentic. Familiar. They tasted like a memory I can’t place.

I think it was with you.

Haha how embarrassing would it be if I didn’t make them with you after all.

I don’t remember your bedroom, but I remember you had a lava lamp, and I was jealous of it.

I remember you moved away before second grade.

You moved to Pennsylvania. You were kinda close to Bushkill Falls and lived in the woods.

I visited you two or three more times. Each time a surprise planned by our parents.

I remember your new house had one of those fake rooms above your front door that you can’t reach. I remember saying we should try to jump the distance from the second floor and you telling me not to.

I remember sleeping in your bed and waking up to the sweetest cereal I ever had. They were probably just lucky charms or fruit loops.

I remember going to Sunday School with you and not understanding what exactly was going on. I answered the questions right and got to pick a prize… I chose a bracelet because it was the least obviously Christian to me. I did not know what a rosary was.

I might still have that rosary…

In the car back to your place we listened to something about Christmas around the world. I also remember that they said that people in China made the Christmas ornaments everyone buys.

I remember that confused me. My family had German ornaments.

We said we’d see each other on our birthdays when we left.

And then I never saw you again.

…

In 8th grade I met another girl named Gabby online.

G-a-two bs and a y

My family didn’t believe in online friendships at the time, they thought I was being catfished or preyed on.

I told them she was my friend Gabby and didnt live nearby.

“Oh the one who moved away?”

“…yeah…”

I used you as an excuse for my new friendship to exist. Hope you’re cool with that?

This Gabby’s name is Gabrielle. I remembered because it wasn’t your name. Her name is still Gabrielle.

She became my best friend too. But we never met in person until after I had graduated from college.

I have memories of her family and her school though. We would often go on camera. She introduced me virtually to her German teacher once and I’ve seen her younger brother with his shirt off.

I don’t know if she had a lava lamp in her bedroom. I don’t know what Barbies she had.

But maybe those things wouldn’t have been so impressive to me at 14 anyway.

She was my maid of honor at my wedding. I wonder if you’re married…

I wonder if you hadn’t moved away if you would’ve stayed close enough to come too.

I drifted away from all my other childhood friends anyway… maybe it was always a matter of time.

I just hope it wouldn’t’ve ended like my last childhood friendship…

I still have your picture in my bookshelf. I never felt right getting rid of it entirely. I just moved it under some books.

I don’t know if I want to reconnect… I’m not sure what that would even be like. I haven’t missed you in over a decade.

But when I hang out with her, we’re still Tabby and Gabby.

And I think of you.

[the-average-melli]

Clavell is Just Paldean Zinzolin & Kalos DLC

Zinzolin is just Paldean Clavell. The things that have been seen cannot be unseen!

I hope I am not the only one to notice this, but Clavell is just Zinzolin's Paldean variant! The two have the same hair colour as they age, the same defined cheek bones, the same hairstyle with the middle part, and the same goatees. The only differences are that Clavell's eyebrows are darker while Zinzolin's are white; conversely, Zinzolin's goatee is darker while Clavell's is white.

Here is a close-up photo of Zinzolin without his funny hat from the Pokémon Generations episode "The Uprising" which can be watched on YouTube. The hair and face are pretty similar!

Before anyone says anything: I know this is a wig. This is a reach on my part but if the man, the myth, the legend, Clive, who is 100% not Clavell chose this wig based on the hair colour or style he had when he was younger, than that's another similarity between the two guys. This very well could be some random Poké-Party City wig he just happens to own; if it is, I will gladly take the L.

If Clavell did have that colour of hair when he was younger, Zinzolin has the same dirty blond colour in his original sprite for Pokémon Black & White (on the right); the hair of his sprite has a lighter tint two years later during the events of Black 2 & White 2 (on the left) as he ages and it eventually becomes white like Clavell's.

This is not the best photo, but it does show the same tint of colour and style as the sprite, minus the goatee (even if he has one in the sprites!) The exposure from the lighting makes it harder to see... This photo comes from a Pokémon Evolutions episode that can be found on YouTube in which Ghetsis recruits N and has the coronation from the cut-scene at the start of the B/W games.

One thing Pokémon likes to do is use physical character designs and names as a way to show kind of relationship between characters. The most obvious canon examples of this are in Pokémon Legends Arceus where Cyllene is just a gender-bent Cyrus and Arezu (Ares) is just Mars in a hoodie using the Greek name for the same planet.

Zinzolin's name refers to a reddish-purple shade in French. The Japanese name Vio is also meant to originate from the French word for Violet.

Clavell's name comes from the Spanish/Catalan words for "carnation," and "clove." Another reach on my part, but Zinzolin's name means a violet colour. Clavell's name refers to carnations, which are red.

Look! It's Scarlet and Violet!

Zinzolin is part of the Seven Sages, a bunch of guys Ghetsis rounded up to LARP with from all over the world. The fact that Zinzolin's name is meant to originate from the French word for Violet could suggest Ghetsis brought him over from Kalos or Paldea while he was looking for like-minded individuals to dress up and go on D&D campaigns with. A tweet from Matsumiya in 2012 clarifies that Zinzolin's name was meant to originate from the French word for Violet, but it didn't quite carry over into English translations of the game since these two words are spelt the same in English and in French...

Regardless! An attempt was made and I am going with it as a possible indication that Zinzolin is somehow tied to Poké-France/Kalos.

What does any of this have to do with the potential DLC for Scarlet & Violet?

Everyone and their sister is guessing that the DLC will involve some return to Kalos. The signs are all there with the mountains at the edge of the map that Koraidon/Miraidon won't grip (yet) but are clearly there. There is a whole portion of the map hashed out like Area Zero is on the top-right where Kalos would be if we're applying real geography to the fictional regions. Many theorists and fans have their reasons as to why there might be Kalos DLC. I for one hope this is true because Pokémon Y was a missed opportunity and she deserves justice!

Paldea is gently caressing the borders of South-Western Kalos. Any relation between Clavell and Zinzolin could be possible if Zinzolin comes from Kalos or moved to Paldea at some point.

Zinzolin's team from Poképédia

One last thing to note is that Zinzolin even uses pokémon that can also be found around Glaseado Mountain in Paldea; Cryogonal can be found around the peaks, and Sneaslers/Weaviles tend to spawn around that snowy area of region. These pokémon are also found in Unova and he could have just as easily found them around there, but the coincidence still stands that Zinzolin has pokémon with him that can also be found chilling in the mountain range that borders Paldea and Kalos. I'm guessing that this range is meant to be similar to the Pyrenées, which function as a natural "divider" between the two actual countries of Spain and France.

Even if I am the only one to notice these similarities between Zinzolin and Clavell, I wanted to share them anyway. I thought it would be cool if they were somehow related when their physical features are similar and their naming schemes have parallels to Scarlet and Violet. It felt interesting enough to write out, so here it is! If someone else thought the same, I am glad I'm not the only one!

Originality is dead so if this looks like something someone else has mentioned or theorised at some point, it is not "copying" or "stealing" by any means. The wonderful thing about theories and speculations for lore and characters is that many people can come to the same conclusion about things if enough clues point them in a certain direction.

No single person can act like they own a theory for a game when the fanbase is so vast, and so many people love to look deeper into the story or characters like this. There's a high chance that many people will think or see the same things and that's partly what makes sharing theories or thoughts so fun!

The same can be said of official images or artwork for the games: no tumblr user has exclusive rights to post these if they are available to public! You can't "own" them unless you designed the character yourself, or were on the development team for the game. You can find all of the above images on Bulbapedia and I linked the Pokémon episodes I referred to for your viewing pleasure!

References

Zinzolin

Clavell

[luvrxbunny]

I'm sure you've seen me probably spamming all your fics and I'm extremely sorry for that! I don't know why I haven't followed you sooner!

I was going through my likes and re-read "Fangs" from your Miguel masterlist and the I just ended up seeing all your posts. I've liked some of your Miguel posts before but I had no idea you wrote for other fandoms that I like as well!

So I just wanted to say, 1.) I'm sorry for spamming and 2.) I hope you keep writing and have a lovely day!

p.s, my name is Londyn but you can call me my nicknames in my masterlist! Us black sistas need to stick together!

double p.s. lol I wanted to be moots but I don't know if u hate me lol?

okok bye!

HIIII‼️ i have seen u liking my stuff AND I LOVE IT‼️💃🏾

1.) i love spam likers!! idk why everyone is mean to them! you’re all welcome over here 🤭

2.) THANK YOU!!!! 🫶🏾 I HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!!! 💗🌸

p.s: LONDYN IS SUCH A PRETTY NAME OMG‼️‼️‼️ i especially love that it’s spelt with “yn” instead of normally omg good job to whoever named u 🙏🏾

as for nicknames i saw that londybear was an option so i’ll probably go w that 😽😽

and i’m always happy to have black girls on my acct omg LOOOVE‼️ ur right we do need to stick together 😉

p.p.s: WHY WOULD I HATE U BBY⁉️⁉️ OFC WE CAN BE MOOTS 🫂

okay bye bye!!

[flickerstim]

Howdy! I hope it’s ok to ask, but could you tell me a bit about what “link” means? /gen q

Hello! It's no worries, I'd love to answer your question, thusly I will :] Do note that I will be mostly talking about my own personal experience with Linking. Everyone's definitions and experiences will vary, so don't be afraid to ask around!

Now then: I've seen the term "Link" have quite a few definitions. When I was introduced to it, I saw it referred to as: "A character you identify with for coping/fun purposes"

Which for some folks, comes off as KFF (Kin For Fun), although it's more complex than that- at least for me.

In my personal experience, I would define "Link" as: "A character you identify with for generally any reason; A character you consider to be yourself, in some manner"

In my personal experience, I tend to fall in and out of Link stages. Many days, I am just my normal self: Cody.

However, on other days, I feel my sense of self shift. While I am still me- I have not blacked out, nor do I feel revolted by the idea of my Cody-self- I don't feel like Cody. I find myself wanting to talk through a character. Usually, as I talk on Discord a lot, I make myself a Tupperbox Bot. I find an image that fits how I feel. I assign it the name I feel, and the pronouns I feel. Here are some of my bots as examples!

(The "[Link {☕}]" on my bots is for moderation purposes in servers, nothing more :]) (Quick image ID just in case, I'm bad at these but I hope I did it right) [ID: Seven Discord screenshots, all featuring messages made using Tupperbox bots. Each bot has the word "Link" and a coffee cup emoji in brackets at the end of their name, denoting that they're bots intended for Link-Shifts. Each bot represents six characters- all Homestuck characters, one character being doubled-up - and each has their own name and pronouns.. The first bot reads "Dualscar / Delfin (Avoid, Namself, Sea-Related). The second bot reads "Jake English!! (Any, Get Funky!). The third bot reads "The Orphaner Dualscar (He/Fin)". The fourth bot reads "Mituna", however his name is spelt using a typing quirk- making the "i" in his name be a "1" instead, doubling up the 1-I, and the "a" at the end being replaced with a "4". In plaintext, his pronouns read "(Any but she/her tbh)". The fifth bot reads "Rufioh Nitram!!", however the "i"s are replaced with "1"s. His pronouns read "(HE/RUF)". The sixth bot reads "CALIBORN", with fancy symbols around the name, his pronouns reading "(ANY/ALL)". The seventh bot reads "twinArgmageddons"- a mispelling of "twinArmageddons"- with his pronouns reading "[HE/IT, ANY]". Each bot has their own message, some with typing quirks and others without. End ID.] As is visible in my screenshots, sometimes I take up typing quirks- as they feel like the proper way for me to talk. Sometimes, I don't. My links can happen for multiple reasons. Sometimes I link due to stress. Sometimes I link because I'm jealous. Other times, my brain simply decides that it's time to link. Also as is visible in my screenshots, I tend to link male/masc characters- it's something due to me not wanting to be viewed in a feminine way online :]

Linking could be mistaken for roleplay, however it's more than that! You feel connected with the character- like you are them in some manner (at least in my experience). Unlike Kinning (at least from my understanding of Kinning), you don't feel completely like the character- you don't feel like a reincarnated version of them, or like the entirety of you is them. You still feel somewhat like yourself during a Link-Shift. Your concept of self just changes, in some manner (Again, at least in MY experience).

I guess as a TL;DR, a good explanation of "linking" is: "Feeling an identity-related connection to a character for reasons that vary from linker to linker."

Hope this helped!! :]

[glittermutt]

42 and 46 for miko pls!!!! (i hope i spelt her name right) ily bestie <3

i saw ur other asks so ik ur referring to mariko!! literally dw about it, autocorrect fucks stuff up for me all the time too;;

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

she has a brother, hiro! they have a great relationship, i'd go as far as to say that they consider eachother best friends! of course there's some bickering here and there, but overall they get along super well!! the only thing she hates about hiro is that he smells like shit 😭

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

oh DEFINITELY not, both mariko and here have the best parents ever, they had a lot of freedom as kids and that lead to them growing up extremely extroverted and confident in themselves <3

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

she doesn't know - that's actually a big part of her character i would say. she's still figuring her life out, and she spreads herself thin trying out to figure out what she wants to do in life and what sort of measures she needs to use to ontain that. but as a less serious thing, what she wants all the time is .. legos? she's completely insane about legos and spends way way WAY too much money on them;;

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

she's around 171 CM tall, or about 5'8! so definitely average height i would say :3 she's fit, cause she's pretty sporty, specifically she's keen on football and going to the gym! she LOVES her appearance, she loves loves loves her body and she wants others to love their own bodies too, so she tries helping everyone with their self-image!!

<333 ty again maaxx;;; hhghg i love doing this stuff