#I might need to ask you guys' opinions on how you want certain stuff but we'll get to that later

[somegrumpynerd]

Time for a new toy!

Cat toy won by a pretty good margin, so tomorrow there will be a little novelty cat toy in the garden!

So that means...

("Nothing" option will still attract a cat)

[hminnj]

Maybe In A Different Age

Senku/fem reader

cw: angst no comfort (i tried) ik this fandom kinda dead lowkey but I wanted to write this cause its so senku coded. Senku's an idiot (unsuprisingly). Not very good writing.

wc: uhh i wrote this in my notes, around 1k probably

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Byakuya brings two strangers into their house on a random thursday.

"Senku, this is a close friend and her daughter, I'm sure you guys will get along splendidly."

"Ok."

Five year old Senku is harshly blunt when he meets you for the first time, staring at him silently as if you've never seen a human before. He doesn't have anything to say and it seems neither do you, so he walks off, deciding he has better things to do. Promptly ignoring the sigh and apology the older man lets out.

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"So I got this new idea and I'm going through the basic logistics and research right now, might need your help later."

"I'll go get us some snacks and something to do while you work on it then."

Six year old Senku watches you dissappear from his doorway, absentmindedly humming while you head to the very familiar kitchen. Your family has been apparently busy as of late so he forcibly sees your face more often. You usually just eat his food, do your work, and ask him (dumb) questions. You're a friend now, he supposes.

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"Hey dum dum, Byakuya got me new equipment, so I have some new ideas. So listen up."

"Course Senku!"

Seven year old Senku grins, you're always willing to help him out for whatever reason you have (something weird probably, in his opinion). In return, he always tells you what he's working on and his labor demands. So per usual, he excitedly gets into the details of the next project that he plans on working you and Taiju to the bone for.

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"Hey Senku?"

"What?"

"I think I love you."

"Huh? You better not be catching feelings dum dum." He gives you a confused squint after hearing your words.

"Whatever you say." You hum

Eight year old Senku hears you say those three words for the first time, you don't say why and he doesn't know either. He thinks its rather idiotic, but he shrugs it off after you silently go back to reading. You've been picking up books more often as of late, not that he cares much.

.

"You're late for the test runs, Taiju and Yuzuriha already left."

"Sorry sorry! My teacher held me up a little later at practice today."

"Hm." His disappointed stare returns.

"Im sorry..? Love you?" You're sheepish with your response.

"How is that supposed to make up for anything? Now come help me carry this stuff"

"As you wish, princess Senku."

Nine year old Senku doesn't understand why you and Byakuya tell him that so often (or that stupid nickname sourced from his "feebleness"), but he moves on quickly to detail the results of the test and the numerous next steps. Much to his pleasure.

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"Wake up stupid. You fell asleep." Senku (roughly) shakes you awake from your shoulders, poking at your face a few times.

"Huh? Oh sorry Senku, I guess I'm just tired."

"Well you're not gonna wanna miss this." He grins while looking up, expectant.

"Hm. Hey the moons pretty tonight yeah?"

"It looks the same as it always does. Is that poetry getting to you and making you sappy?"

You wait before responding, "Maybe."

Eleven year old Senku keeps you up on certain nights for his projects or for nights like these where there's a meteor shower. He thinks you should stop reading so much of those books that make you sound like Byakuya. You should also get more rest, he adds.

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"Happy Valentines Day Senku!! Got you a gift, heh."

"Must I tell you again?" Senku turns to a usual sight, you waving a gift in front of his face as if he were a dog.

"I'm good I just wanted to remind you."

"Right."

Twelve year old Senku doesn't see the point in meaningless feelings or holidays for said feelings. Nevertheless, he takes the homemade chocolate from you, skimming through the card which contents include exactly what he expected (a confession of sorts, again), and placing it to the side. Ignoring it in favor of the much more sensible chemicals in front of him. Like every year though, Senku keeps it. He doesn't know why.

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"Taiju and Yuzuriha definitely have something going on don't you think?"

"And you're bringing this up why?"

You pause, you know why, but you know he wouldn't understand. "It's cute... wish I could have something like that you know?"

"...For the last time-"

"I know I know Senku, don't worry I'll try to bother you less."

Thirteen year old Senku doesn't see you as much anymore, mostly because of your practice that your mom wants you to perfect. You come over less nowadays, a shame (for his projects obviously), but your presence isn't any smaller of an intrusion at school. So much for bothering him less.

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Around 21:00 is when he hears the familiar ringing of his doorbell. "It's late, why are you here?"

"Got out of training not too long ago and wanted to see you before I headed in."

"Your house isn't even remotely close to mine" A raised eyebrow is all you get in response to your grin.

"What does it matter when I'm already here, but gotta go before I get scolded. Goodnight Senku, Love you!"

"You know it's never gonna happen, as you know-"

"Yeah yeah, 10 billion percent illogical, I know, but I can't let my favorite person forget can I?" You flash another smile.

"As if I'd ever with how often you say it, now goodnight."

Fourteen year old Senku closes the door after you've cheerfully said your bye and faded from his sight enough. The lack of noise is strange, now that Byakuya has "ascended like an angel" (his words not Senkus) it's much quieter. The usual noise of a certain two people is absent more often than not. He let's the silence of the house sit in.

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"Hey, can you get me something from the storage real quick? Need it soon but that bonehead forgot when he came up here babbling about confessing to Yuzuriha"

"Of course. I'd do anything for you. Always here. You know that Sen."

Fifteen year old Senku glances at your fleeting figure. The nickname is new, for sure. And he can't say he dislikes it, but the lack of a certain three words with your departure is strange. He brushes it off to your usual forgetfulness and peers out the window at Taiju and Yuzuriha. Thoughts preoccupied until a bright green light overtakes his vision and he can't do anything but think into the void.

So he counts.

And maybe every once in a while you pop into his head like you always do.

.

Three-thousand and something year old Senku wakes up to a world where theres a lack of civilization, a lack of his decency, and most importantly, a lack of you.

You would be useful right now, he supposes.

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Three-thousand and something year old Senku spends his free time trying to find you and the rest of the "gang" (as you would say).

He finds Taiju, he finds Yuzuriha, he also finds a lion-punching maniac, but there's no sign of you.

He's ten billion percent sure you survived.

Right?

The concerned stare Yuzuriha gives him as they part is ignored.

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(Physically) Sixteen year old Senku celebrates this birthday gazing into the sky from his new observatory. It reminds him of a lot of things, but he can't help but notice how empty it is, it's eerily quiet.

He doesn't like it.

Senku wishes you were here.

His first real birthday wish.

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(Still) Sixteen year old Senku breaks when he hears his father's voice again for the first time in ages. It's not his voice that gets to Senku. He's heard it plenty enough in his lifetime. It's the mention of you.

"Just kidding! I know it's you on the other side of this Senku! And ____'s there with you right? Please tell me you're dating already or even better married so I can have grandchildren. Please please please Senku! Although you can't really tell me that but-"

Senku stops himself from showing vulnerability in front of the village, and he also stops himself from pausing the record right there and then. Opting to sigh and curse his dad out as a cover up, his fist lightly punching the table.

"Damn you old man."

The questions from the villagers about who you could be are forgotten in favor of an angelic voice. Senku's quick to tune it out. It reminds him of you.

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(Mentally) Sixteen year old Senku sits by himself that night. It's been a long day. The constant repeat of a certain melody in the background, more work for the science kingdom, and a few questions about who you were. They stopped after a few radio silences from him, feelings are hard for the scientist after all.

It's cold.

He wishes you were here.

It's dark.

He wishes you were here.

It's lonely.

He wishes you were here.

The day he can always guarantee you're there has long passed. You should be here, is what his mind tells him. You owe him for the past 3000 years of missed birthdays after all.

It's funny, in his opinion. That you were probably most-definitely always there. And the one (multiple actually, 10 billion in his mind) time he looks for you, you're not there.

He doesn't think its funny.

"I'd do anything for you huh..."

Anything but keep your word.

He scoffs, but it's directed at himself. He would never blame you for this, or anything for that matter, he can't.

So he sits. And he stays. Like you would've wanted him too. He looks at the clear sky like you usually do. And he notes how the moon is pretty tonight. Just like you.

"I love you too."

He's 10 billion percent sure he does.

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Thanks for reading, if you did :). Sorry for any errors not fully proofread. Senku is so right person wrong time coded when it comes to romance that i had to write this even if its lowkey bad

[mcflymemes]

PORTAL 2 PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2011 video game, adjust as necessary

when life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! make life take the lemons back! get mad! i don't want your damn lemons!

best case scenario, you might get some superpowers. worst case, some tumors.

science isn't about why. it's about why not.

the next test is very dangerous.

before the wright brothers invented the airplane, anyone wanting to fly everywhere was required to eat 200 pounds of helium.

to help you remain tranquil in the face of almost certain death, smooth jazz will be deployed in three... two... one.

please disregard any undeserved compliments.

all right, i've been thinking.

what am i supposed to do with these?

do you know who i am?

oh, i like this guy.

he says what we're all thinking.

you can head on back to your desk.

well, this is the part where he kills us.

hello. this is the part where i kill you.

i know you.

no! i'm not listening! i'm not listening!

you're lying!

you're not just a regular moron. you were designed to be a moron.

i am not! a moron!

now who's a moron?

could a moron do that?

i can't see it though. maybe it fell off.

do you want to go and have a quick look?

are you alive? that's important. should have asked that first.

i'm going to work on the assumption that you're still alive.

i'm just going to wait for you up ahead.

i'll wait one hour.

brilliant! go team!

i think we can put our differences behind us.

hi. so. how are you holding up?

good, that's still working.

here are the test results.

you are a horrible person.

i'm serious. that's what it says.

we weren't even testing for that.

don't be alarmed, all right?

good work getting this far.

i wish i could take it all back. i honestly do.

i'm in space.

if i were ever to see her again, do you know what i'd say? i'd say "i'm sorry." sincerely.

i am sorry. i was bossy and monstrous... and i'm genuinely sorry.

you made it through! well done!

okay, follow me. we've still got work to do.

what's happening?

okay... don't move.

so i've got an idea, but it is bloody dangerous. here we go.

they told me that if i ever turned this flashlight on, i would die.

they told me that about everything.

i don't even know why they bother giving me this stuff if they didn't want me to use it.

look at you, soaring through the air like an eagle.

i'm different!

prometheus was punished by the gods for giving the gift of knowledge to man. he was cast to the bowels of the earth and pecked by birds.

it won't be enough. the answer lies beneath us.

oh, it's dark down here, isn't it?

i'm proud of you.

now we are a family again.

that last test was seriously disappointing.

just work with me.

some of my best friends are actually orphans.

you look ugly in that jumpsuit.

that's not my opinion.

i'll be honest. we're throwing science at the wall here to see what sticks.

no idea what it'll do.

i knew someone was alive in here!

you'll know when the test starts.

oh thank god you're all right.

i thought you were my greatest enemy, when all along you were my best friend.

the best solution to a problem is usually the easiest one.

i'll be honest. killing you? is hard.

i had a pretty good life. and then you showed up.

you know what? you win. just go.

it's been fun. don't come back.

this sentence is false.

to be honest, i might have heard that one before.

you know, i'm not stupid.

i realize you don't want to put me back in charge.

i'm being serious. i think there's something really wrong with me.

we should get our stories straight.

no, we're not stopping!

don't make eye contact, whatever you do.

i feel awful about that surprise.

oh, that's sad. but impressive.

we're running out of time.

you've probably figured it out by now, but i don't need you anymore.

i'm afraid you're about to become the immediate past president of the being alive club.

the square root of rope is string.

okay, what you're doing there is jumping.

you know what? that's close enough.

you saved my bacon.

is this a jailbreak?

the next test is very dangerous.

it's been a long time. how have you been?

i've been really busy being dead. you know, after you murdered me.

you out having yourself a little adventure?

no, don't get up. i'll be right back.

you're unqualified!

what if this hurts? what if it really hurts? oh, i didn't think about that.

get your hands off me!

i can't see a thing! what just happened?

i don't have any bullets.

did you feel that?

you were busy back there.

that's funny. i don't feel corrupt.

i've got an idea! do what it says!

look how small you are down there!

do you have any idea how good this feels?

sorry, fellas. she's married. to science.

let me answer those questions with a question. who wants to make sixty dollars?

yes, all right, okay, this is getting tiresome.

well done. good. aren't you little miss clever. little miss smashy smash.

does it actually make you feel good when you do that?

it's not impressive.

what is this, like a hobby for you now?

i'm beginning to actually take it personally.

it's like an insult to me.

oh, there goes another one.

it's vandalism! it's pure vandalism!

it's just us talking like regular people.

are you going to open this door?

where'd you go? come back!

[chameleons-dish]

been pondering luffy's aroaceness. ⚠️warning⚠️ discussions of sex and sexuality. these are all OPINIONS !! based in canon.

he's uninterested in getting married, uninterested in romance, and isn't enamoured with pretty women. he understands the classifications of beautiful and ugly and can identify them — he just doesn't care about them.

he did react like the other guys to nami’s naked body, yes, but oda stated that he did that because usopp was there. he framed it as usopp’s presence influencing luffy to let out his “bad side” (sort of riling him up like a puppy?), implying that this is a part of his nature he just doesn’t express. i could, however, see him just acting that way for shits and giggles, because the others are doing it — maybe understanding the reason behind it, maybe not. regardless, what i found interesting was that he only acted like he was interested because his FRIEND acted that way — taking cues from others for the acceptable behaviour.

because this does contrast his usual behaviour. notice when he was on his own with boa hancock he was completely unaffected by a spell that should affect ANYONE if they have any sort of wickedness in their heart, including desire, when looking at her. nobody has ever been unaffected, regardless of age or gender. but he was. they chalk it up to his pure heart. in the moment he was scared of the spell, then confused as to why it didn't work. intriguingly, oda said “he’s interested, but he’s not entranced by her.”

in my mind, i take all of this to mean that he isn't repulsed by sex or romance, just generally not focused on it. i think he is somewhere on the aroace spectrum, and he is definitely autistic and i believe that affects how he behaves about stuff like this (e.g., taking cues from usopp).

interested, but not entranced. interested, but not in a “wicked” way. i think luffy would be curious about sex. after all, he’s a very physical person — he loves to eat, he tends to move his body a lot and entertain himself that way. i see no reason he would be opposed to trying sex. additionally, although he is selfless in many ways, he is greedy when it comes to food — he’s quite gluttonous — and people — if he wants someone on his side, they’ll BE on his side. this greediness would likely extend to other aspects of his physical and interpersonal life — he would probably enjoy sex. and if that were true, i see no reason he would not continue doing it. luffy approaches things in the simplest way possible. this would surely apply to sex too — if it feels good, he’ll do it.

so luffy would HAVE sex, sure. but does he experience sexual attraction? there is no real evidence of it. i personally don’t believe he would experience sexual attraction — at least not in a typical way. i think he would have sex simply because he wants to. however, he might feel inspired to want to by being very impressed by someone, or by simply being riled up from some big fight. the former could be sexual attraction — wanting somebody because they did something really cool and you’re into it. like a tugging urge to be all over them — not always in a sexual way, but sometimes it goes there with specific people. so i suppose he experiences a certain degree of sexual attraction, but it’s really more extreme respect and excitement, and definitely more of an instinctive emotional thing than any physical reaction. it’s really a very luffy way of feeling it. he just wants.

luffy has no filter, saying whatever is on his mind at all times, sometimes without realizing it. he is often too honest for his own good. he does not really understand or follow social norms, so i think he wouldn't be awkward or weird about attraction. i think he would just be curious about it, for example asking questions that ppl wouldn't typically ask. and his friends would be like “HOW CAN YOU ASK THAT WITH SUCH CALMNESS?” and he'd be like “eh?”

i think, therefore, that he would also be fairly casual about sex without needing a romantic relationship. he would simply ask directly, or be rather clingy and then ask. it’s not a weird thing to him, and he doesn’t get why people are so strange about it. he’s also quite comfortable with his own body, and doesn’t seem uncomfortable with others seeing it. HOWEVER, i don’t believe he would have sex with just anybody. he would need to be close to them and trust them. i believe he would likely have some sort of queerplatonic bond with whatever partner he chooses.

i think that because of his autism luffy would not really differentiate between platonic and romantic love. he simplifies. what he does know is that he has a strong connection to everyone in his crew, and that he would trust them with his life. but would he sleep with just any of them? nah, i don’t think so. i think he would just know who he’d want to have sex with. he’d just know.

[howlingmod]

Allusive

summary - Lampert has a circuitry problem. You help him. You're both normal about it.

wc - 3.2k

misc - crossposted from ao3 , ignore how ooc this is i was very tired and didn't want to check the wiki a bunch ..

“You want me to what?”

If you were any less shell-shocked, you probably could’ve come up with a better response. A ‘Oh, could you run that by me one more time, my dearest of dear friends?’ or ‘Would you mind repeating that? I just need to make certain I heard you right,’ was the next thing on your tongue, for sure.

“Listen, you don’t have to if you don’t want to– I can figure it out, find someone else to. I just figured I should ask and see if you’d be willing before I looked somewhere else and-” Lampert started to ramble, making vague gestures with his hands as his words all stumbled over one another in their rush to get out.

“Dude, just gimmie a second,” you cut them off, half-muffled behind the hands trying to rub some coherency into you, “I never said no, I just … wasn’t really expecting that.” ‘Wasn’t really,’ was an overstatement. Maybe even more than an overstatement, more like a huge-massive-hyper-statement, in your opinion. This was about the last thing you’d expected Lampert to be asking for at the early hours of your shift. There was no, ‘Where’s your replacement cables?’ or ‘When was the last time you guys dusted?’ Sure, you didn’t hate some surprises on your shift, it kept the day interesting, after all, but this was an entirely different kind of surprise.

“I mean, like,” you started hesitantly, only now dropping your hands back to the counter with averted eyes, “I could give it a try but, I’m not really an electrician or anything. I mean, I know how to fix some stuff but I don’t really work on uh …” You made a fluttery, trailing motion with your hand.

“Sentient light-fixtures?”

“Yeah. Yeah that’s uh, that’s a little out of my usual work.”

“I assumed as much, but it’s not like I’m just gonna tell you to ‘figure it out,’ and have you dig around in me,” Lampert laughed, some short little exhale that tugged at your heartstrings. You were surprised he was being so lighthearted about this, but you were also surprised he’d asked you in the first place, so maybe you were just thoroughly mistaken on your assesment of your friend.

You stammered for a few moments, struggling to find the words. Part of you wanted to just throw caution to the wind, to say yes. You might not be a surgeon, but you’re also a lot more familiar with electrical parts than you are organs. Another part of you said throwing caution to the wind when ‘caution’ was ‘I don’t want to destroy my friend’s body,’ was a very stupid thing to be thinking. “I get that, I just … Do you really trust me with this, man?” Your hands were digging into your head now, physically holding yourself together.

He paused for a moment at that, taking a breath. While, normally, this sort of hesitation would be enough for you to instantly call it off, you knew to give it a little longer. Well-spoken as he was, you’d talked with Lampert long enough to know that converting genuine, sincere thoughts to words could be hard for him.

“I’d say so, yeah,” he’d shrugged, hand coming up to fidget with his pull switch, “I’ve known you for … however long now, and it’s not like you’re a total newbie to this sort of thing.”

You sucked in air through your teeth, eyes unfocusing as you thought this over one more time. On one hand, you wanted to help your friend out and you knew you’d bend over backwards for him. On the other, you really weren’t sure you wanted to risk pulling the wrong wire the wrong way and frying him. You’d spared him a glance, meeting his awaiting gaze for only a few seconds. You knew you could say no, that he’d assure you it was fine and then find someone else. The problem was, you didn’t really want to tell him no. A sigh scratched its way out of your throat as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Ok.”

“Really?” He’d perked up at your response, chain left swinging as he let go of it in surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll give it a go,” you muttered, “But you have to promise me you’ll help me out, I usually don’t have to worry about hurting people’s radios or anything.”

“Yeah! Of course, don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, Lampert smiling to himself while you worked on clearing your head. You still weren’t totally sure about this, anxiety weighing heavy on your back, but you wanted to try. It’d save him some time and energy (and money, probably), and it’d give you an excuse to hang out with him for a while. You were lucky nobody had come in while you two were talking, you weren’t sure you’d be able to differentiate a one and a one hundred dollar bill in your daze. The dim overhead lighting kept buzzing and an incoherent ad played over the store radio.

You’d watched in silence as Lampert stuck a finger out to trace over part of the countertop, leaving a fingerprint behind in the dust. He grimaced.

“You really touched your face after putting your hands on this?-”

“Oh my god dude I do not get paid to clean this place.”

This suddenly felt like your first time ever stepping foot into your own apartment. Your space felt barren, like someone had been slowly robbing you for the past decade until all you had was their leftover blankets and pillows. You’d done your best to make a comfortable enough mattress out of your sheets, but it still felt like you’d just thrown Lampert onto a pile of rocks and told him to get comfy.

“Fuck, umm … I might have some more blankets under my bed or something,” you thought aloud, worrying the inside of your lip between your canines while trying to catalog every forgotten shirt or notebook you’d crammed under your bedframe.

You had your back turned to Lampert, who quietly watched you devolve into a pacing mess on the floor. Truthfully, he stopped feeling the hardwood about 15 minutes ago, but never found a good spot to interject with that info.

“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” he hummed, watching for the slightest of shifts in the tension of your shoulders. You’d never been bad on the eyes, but this seemed to be a particularly ethereal look on you, despite the way you’d slowly gotten more disheveled and still had yet to get out of your work uniform. He couldn’t really tell what it was, he’d been over to your apartment enough you’d told him where you kept your spare key, and he’d seen you in your uniform just about every day in all states of distress.

You finally shot him a look over your shoulder, frantic gaze meeting his own relaxed one before darting away again. Your shoulders lowered a little, fidgeting in place for a few moments before you’d finally turned around to face him.

“You sure there’s nothing I can get you? It’s no trouble,” You’d asked for the third time, grabbing at the back of your neck.

“Well, you could maybe help me with this wire thing I’ve got going on, I might’ve told you about it before.”

That’d gotten a short laugh out of you, more an exhale with a brief, flashed grin than anything. “Yeah, alright, man.” Despite the snark, you’d kneeled down by his side, hands sitting by your side. “So how do I uhh …”

“Oh! Let me just …” Lampert mumbles, unbuttoning his shirt to open himself up. Instinctively, you’d turned away, busying your eyes on some uneven paint on the wall. You knew there wasn’t any real reason to be shy, there wasn’t exactly anything there, but it felt more polite to do than not. You wondered if you should’ve put music on, the thudding of your heart in your ears was starting to feel migraine inducing. No, it probably would’ve been distracting, it was for the better you didn’t. Probably.

You waited for a few more moments of shuffling, “Alright, this should work fine.”

You’d looked back at him then, already scripting some conversation that ended up going unwritten and unspoken once you’d processed the scene. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, technically speaking, but it carried a different weight here. The light from across the room barely glinted off the collage of wires neatly lining his insides, a sea of blacks and greys in his chest. You could make out parts of a metal framework, only a little more complex than a skeleton, interestingly enough. You supposed it made sense, given his relatively humanoid body. It allowed his skin to move freely in some places, more akin to the way yours would in the soft of your forarm or the curve of your stomach. Something like a chestplate, the outermost layers of his torso were sitting beside him, resting delicately on his discarded shirt. Whoever made him should be proud.

“You ok?” Lampert suddenly spoke up, concern clear in his voice.

“OH,” you started, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, got a little lost in thought.”

“You sure? It’s ok if you changed your mind, I know it’s a little weird,” he’d reassured, struggling on the last few words. Admittedly, he was nervous. He didn’t know why, this wasn’t fear of something going wrong, but more about how you felt about all of this. Sure, he didn’t have any reason to believe you saw him as some freak of nature, but something was nagging him to cover back up. It felt vulnerable in an entirely different way to show you everything like this, to be so unforgettably other to you.

You shook your head, reaching out to rest your hands on him. He tensed up at the touch, freezing to watch for your next move. “Nah, I’m all good, promise, but uh … I don’t really see the issue. Everything looks pretty well kept.”

“Oh, yeah, the top part should be fine,” Lampert explained as he pointed to the topmost layer of wires, feeling more relaxed with the near clinical conversation, “I’m usually able to handle tidying everything back up every now and then just fine. It’s just that I’ve got this knot at the very back I can’t get to.”

You made a little noise at that, staring down at his chest with thought. While you were busy making a mental map of how to go about this, he took the opportunity to study his surroundings a little more. He’d been here plenty of times, but something always seemed to be added or moved around every time he came over. Usually, it wasn’t anything huge, and if it was you tended to make it a point of conversation, playing it up like a grand unveiling. The changes all felt natural, a physical show of changing times. You had a few photos along the wall, mostly of some of your friends you’d introduced him to before.

He can’t quite remember how you’d roped him into it, but he had a feeling you made some kind of bet or favor. That tended to be the case. He does, however, remember a lot of the night after that. Namely, he remembers you making some sweeping, grand gesture with your hands when you introduced him, like you’d just thrown a grade-A celebrity in front of your friends. He remembers one of your friends telling him it was nice to meet the guy you’d been talking about so much, fully sincere in their words. He remembers ending up sleeping on your couch, too tired to walk back home that night, while you took to sleeping on the floor right beside it, insisting it was just like a sleepover. He also remembers almost stepping on you in the morning, but that’s neither here nor there.

He can’t help the smile that crawls onto his face at the memory, all the stupid little things you’d done for him that night and the dumb jokes you made that got snickers out of him without fail. Something flutters in his chest, hands readjusting idly on his lap with some spark of pent up energy.

“Lampert.”

He snaps to attention at that, head whipping over to look at you. You’re fixing him with some odd, wide-eyed stare, lips set in a thin line.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Dude, you cannot just go all still and quiet on me like that. I was so sure I like, ripped something.”

“Wh- I was smiling! Why would I be smiling if I was hurt?”

“I don’t know!” You retorted, hands giving a stifled jerk in his chest, carefully carded through the wires. If it weren’t for not wanting to really rip something this time, you would’ve thrown your hands up in the air to really show him what exasperated looked like, he was sure of it. “Maybe you just got stuck like that?”

“’Maybe I just got stuck like-’ Oh, whatever. I’m fine, thank you for checking in,” Lampert sighed, looking back up at the ceiling. You just stuck your tongue out in response. He felt a little more aware of what was actually going on in the present, now, able to pick out the feeling of your fingers gently pushing cord after cord aside. His ability to feel things was significantly less expansive than yours was, but he could feel the dull warmth of your skin brushing up against cold metal, a foggy pressure on his frame.

He envied your heightened sensitivity at times, how you’d differentiate velvet from satin or comment on how soft something was. You’d try describing it to him sometimes, usually devolving into incoherent, if not poetic, rambles that went nowhere and left him with a very abstract idea of how silk felt. Some night where you’d both been out of it and desperate for some connection to someone, you’d traced his skin and called it smooth, and then you’d carefully touched the side of his head and said it reminded you of linen. He could understand smooth, could imagine how the visual translated to the physical, but linen was different. You’d stumbled your words for a few moments, starting and restarting multiple times over. Eventually you said linen usually felt scratchy, but got softer over time. Part of him wanted to feel insulted about the ‘scratchy’ bit, ignoring the connotations he knew from how you used it to describe texture that it usually wasn’t pleasant, but he couldn’t find the irritation at the time. He was too tired, too busy thinking about why you included how linen got softer with time, too busy thinking about how that related to him, what you were trying to tell him. In the end, he was mostly just too tired, and ended up falling asleep and forgetting about it in the morning.

He could feel you digging deeper into him now, leaning further over him to better reach without putting too much strain on other wires.

“Tell me if I’m pushing too hard,” you murmur, carefully parting the layers of copper and plastic to look for the tangled wires. “Mm, actually, can you hold that for a sec? I think I need a flashlight.”

“Oh, yeah,” Lampert hummed in response, quickly replacing your hands in himself. It was an odd angle, putting a little more strain on his arms than comfortable. As he’d moved to replace your hands, he’d brushed them briefly, registering that warmth again. He couldn’t tell what your skin felt like, if it was rough and scratchy or smooth and soft, but he could uniquely identify just how hot your hands felt against his.

It was the one sense he seemed to trump you in, given how your perception of it was limited to your body temperature. You’d be burning something awful and he’d have to tell you to lay back down, since, according to your temperature sensitivity, you were perfectly average. It made sense, you’d often make jokes about not knowing how he didn’t feel too hot whenever his light was on too long, referencing how you’d burned yourself on a light when you were younger. In the moment though, he was usually too baffled by how you’d managed such an injury to think about it. You’d complain sometimes about your hands being cold in the winter, tucking them into the sides of your neck for warmth, but he rarely ever picked up on it. Though, in fairness, you’d usually jolt in surprise when you felt how cold his hands were after being outside, a clear result of metal’s ambient temperature. No matter what you thought, you always seemed to be radiating heat, and he’d always be leeching off of it while you two sat together for some bad hallmark movie.

“There!” You blurted out, finally locating the bundle of wires bunched together among the ocean of identical strings. “It doesn’t look that bad, actually. Shouldn’t take me long,” you hummed, more to yourself than anything. You set your flashlight aside, leaning closer to his body to get a better handle on him.

As you started to delicately pry every last cable apart from one another, Lampert turned to studying you again. There was a light a little ways behind your head, leaving your face obscured in a shadow while it cast a halo around your form. He imagined you were probably fixing him with some intent look, tongue partway sticking out to focus on the knot, the same way you tended to whenever you handled someone else’s electronics. He didn’t stick around for too long whenever you were working, it didn’t look great for you if you were talking to someone for too long on your shift, so he tended to dip out after a minute or two. Sometimes, though, he’d end up talking to you about something he’d seen walking around that day while you were fixing something up. He admired how careful you could be with things as fragile as decades old circuitboards and crumbling watches, how much effort you put into making sure things didn’t get damaged any further.

That was probably part of why he’d asked you to help him with this, you were by all means technically skilled, no doubt about it. But maybe he also chose to ask you because he trusted you, beyond your skill. Asked you because he knew, on some intrinsic level, that you were someone who he could rely on. He’d done it in plenty of other regards, trusted you in moments where everything felt so disjointed and nonsensical like you were the only logical thing in the world. Without asking, you’d offered him friendship and understanding at every turn, given him a shoulder to lean on before he’d ever mentioned needing one. You’d given him your heart, and, in some way, he’d given you his.

The cables slipped back into place, the dull, constant aching in his back finally receding. You were grinning, pulling back out of his vision with some comment on how you’d been expecting worse. He hummed in response, not entirely hearing what you said, still lost in his thoughts. He followed you blearily as you got up, stretching your arms far over your head, starting into a conversation about if he wanted to do anything else while he was here, offering up a few suggestions that he didn’t catch. His hands found their place on his lap again, readjusting twice before he felt settled enough to answer.

“Can I tell you something?”

[district4loading]

About Me

MASTERLIST

Ko-fi - If you want to be nice

Hi guys!! As promised, this post will basically just tell you a little bit about me.

First of all, I post nsfw things so please do not interact with them if you are under the age of 18.

Like it says in my bio, use any pronouns for me I don't mind at all. Be nice, if you don't like what I write or how I write there's no need to be mean just block me. However, constructive criticism is welcome because I want to improve my writing. If you want to call me anything just call me "Jay" or “district.” I made my user "district4loading" because Sana's the fourth member in age order.

I thrive off of validation so please do not hesitate to ask a bunch of questions, headcanons or request. Especially hc's for twice members, they're fun. When requesting someone you want me to write about don't be afraid to give me scenarios too if you have an idea in mind. Also feel free to dm me!

Another thing, if you want to ask me about something other than fan fictions that perfectly fine, I love interacting with people. So if you wanna talk about new releases in kpop, my opinions on certain groups or just me in general go for it!!! I respond really quick.

My ult bias is Sana so you'll see me writing about her mainly, so if you love her too you should follow. I view Sana as a bottom so thats what i'll write her as. However, if you'd like me to write her as a top/switch I won't mind it.

My ult group is Twice, I love them so so so so so much and I bias misamo + Nayeon. I'll write for any member though!

I also stan groups like kiss of life (I bias Julie and Belle), XG (I bias Maya and Jurin), NMIXX (I bias Sullyoon) and Triples (no established bias yet cause I just started stanning). I don't see myself writing for them but I will post pics of them and talk about their new releases. That doesn't mean I won't, ask and you shall receive! I'm also open to writing for other girl groups that I don't stan but it might take a minute.

What I WILL write:

Nsfw

Sfw

Fluff

Angst (break ups, cheating, toxic love, relationship problems etc)

Threesomes (idk about anything more than that though cause I don't think my writing is that good)

Age gap relationships (where everyone is at least 18 ofc)

Female idol x Female idol, Female idol x Female reader, Female idol x Gender neutral reader, Female idol x Male reader

G!P

Name calling (Sir, Daddy, Princess, Good girl)

Bratty sub x sadist dom dynamics

Punishment

Bondage

What I MIGHT write:

Anal (Sorry, i'm just not into it but if that's what you want just ask)

Cnc

Male idols (Nothing against them, You can try convincing me but I doubt it'll work lol)

Male idol x Female idol

What I WON'T write (please don't request it or try to convince me otherwise):

Rape

Incest

Scat

Water sports

Anything NSFW where an idol or reader is UNDER 18

Male idol x Any Reader

This should go without saying but everything I write is FICTION, none of it is real nor does it accurately portray any idols character at all.

Also plz don’t plagiarize my stuff.

(I'm posting this for now but things will be added when I think of more)

[mdhwrites]

i wanted to ask you about some legend of Korra stuff but I know you've said your not a worldbuilding guy so here's my toh ask instead: what is the appeal of camillip (Camilla and Philip)? I'm not asking as a belos hater (I mean I do hate him but more cause I find him un-intimidating- he's not exactly competent) but it's such a crackship. I'm not against it I support most ships so long as pedophilia/incest isn't involved but it's a very odd ship. Same goes for goldric but I actually didn't see as much of that ship like other people in the fandom at the time did. So why do you think people are so drawn to this ship? I know the villain x hero, enemies to lovers dynamic is popular and how there is that corruption vs innocence and bigot in love trope but most people remove Philip's villainy/bigotry? So why do you think people are so drawn to this ship?

So first: I can criticize worldbuilding, I will criticize TOH's after all, but it's just not my strongest suit, especially when it comes to my own fiction. The bigger issue with asking me about Korra stuff is just that I've only seen the first season when it was coming out, and like two episodes of the second, and went "Well, I like the slice of life stuff, didn't like the actual plot stuff and WOW this is bad now. Peace." It's also so long ago I can't actually give any real opinions of my own for something I found mostly forgettable.

Second: I would bet Philip and Camila as a ship actually has nothing to do with Philip being a villain. So a potentially awkward take I have about Belos is that part of why he may appeal to certain parts of the fandom is that, well... He's the only dude with confidence. He's the only one who might ever put his foot down. Everyone else is either too nice or submissive to have a proper backbone and there are going to be fans who strictly don't want that out of the male characters they play with. Belos gives that to someone for TOH and Camila can play against that in many ways. Either you lean into how subservient she is to her daughter's whims and have her second to him, or you have him and her push against each other as peers or you lean into the fact that both theoretically want to temper Luz into being a better human being but have very different ways to go about it, leading to its own push and pull. There's a lot of good, dynamic stuff there just by base personalities.

You also admittedly have another side of him: The Hunter side. Hunter is your edgelord, punk kid with a tragic backstory and as someone who has spent time with Belos enjoyers, one of the REALLY compelling parts about him to them is that he is arguably wronged in many of the same ways that Hunter is. Someone who was raised a certain way and was told by his family to believe in those ideals until suddenly he was betrayed out of nowhere and found himself alone. However, unlike Hunter, the cultural brainwashing actually, you know, was cultural brainwashing and he took the words to heart and committed terrible things because of it. Things he has now doubled down on for centuries as they are all he has to cling to.

That sort of backstory is RIPE for an "I can fix him" mentality and Camila is the perfect sort of character to do that. She is kind, has the patience of a saint, a firm moral code but also a perseverance which means she won't give up. Who better then to pull out the better man in him, the leader and visionary who made the Isles into frankly a damn near utopia besides his one law, than Camila? Mix that with the history he has with Luz, or general conflicts he could have with Luz, and this adds a lot of angst and stakes to anything to do with their relationship.

Camila is also admittedly the only non-squicky option for all of this with him really. I mean... As far as women who are legal go, you either need to age up characters, all of whom should hate his guts pretty vigorously, or you have Camila, Eda, Lilith, Evalyn, Terra, Dora the Explorer or whatever her name was, and Odalia. That's a lot of names... Not a lot of characters. Half of those people are people most of the fandom overlook or just don't really have a character. Odalia loses ALL of the points I talked about here because PURE EVIL according to the fandom and then Lilith and Eda both have big reasons to despise him with every fiber of their being AND they also don't really have the right attitudes to lead to a redeemed Belos, not as a main draw. Camila is the only one with the right storm of traits to tell more sympathetic sides of Belos with.

And that's okay. There's compelling stories to be had there and that's what fanfiction is all about. It is fun to dissect what romance tropes and the like are at play in a given ship though like this, so thank you for that and see you next tale.

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Funny enough: I don't think I've personally seen almost ANYTHING of this ship so all my analysis is just off the theoreticals I can see by my knowledge and instincts. Admittedly, I don't see a lot of TOH content in general nowadays.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[mysumeow]

ꗃ LYNEY NSFW ALPHABET 2/2

warnings: afab genitalia, gn pronouns.

a/n: i sat myself down in front of my puter and told myself: im not getting up until i finish this. thats the only way i can convince myself to stop postponing everything, including stuff i want to finish (like this one lkjhasdflkjhs)

PART ONE › MASTERLIST ‹

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I can see this guy wanting kids. He wants to give them the childhood and lifestyle he wishes he had when he was one.

So, breeding is a given.

Aside from that, he shows affinity for harnesses, restraints of any kind, sensory deprivation in the form of blindfolding, and lingerie. He prefers you to be the one getting blindfolded and teased, but he’s not against the idea of being on the receiving end.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Given that he doesn’t want to cause any type of scandal, he prefers to play it safe and do it behind closed doors. The biggest risk he’s willing to handle is having you press against a window. Your front against the glass, while he pounds you from behind. Seeing your face reflected on the window until it fogs up from heavy breathing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The moment you show a sliver of thigh, the cogs in his mind are already turning. Otherwise, if you’re wearing fishnets, tights, high-knee socks, or just any type of leg accessory (yes, harnesses are included too), that also makes him ogle you when no one else is looking.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s willing to try anything if it has nothing to do with certain bodily wastes.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’d be embarrassed to be on the receiving end and probably cumming within the first few minutes, so he prefers to go down on you. Skill-wise, he has limited knowledge, but he takes his time with you to make sure you enjoy it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If the pace is all up to him, he prefers a more sensual way. It’s not difficult to ask him to go faster or rougher if you want, but he likes taking his time with you. Doing it slowly, caressing your body instead of grabbing it and jackhammering into you—he’s a romantic at heart, after all. His fingers touching and playing with your most sensitive parts. He can be quite unfair in this regard because he’s not above edging you in that way, just for the sake of making you as needy as possible.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are good if he’s in immediate need of having you and his schedule is tight. He understands there are days in which he won’t be able to spend as much time with you as he wishes he could, and therefore, quickies are an easy solution to that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d rather play it safe. A scandal of public obscenity is something he’d prefer to avoid. If anything, he would trace his fingers against your thigh, or grip it, when you’re sitting down next to him having dinner at a restaurant. But that’s about it.  

S = Stamina��(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s a performer; he must have a nice amount of endurance for physical activity. He might do one long, consistent round or a multiple, reasonable number of rounds. It depends on his partner’s preference. He’s fine with either.

T = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I do think he has at least one, but he sees little need to keep it after he’s with someone. He shows interest in stimulating your body with some handy toy, like a bullet vibrator or something of the like. Open to suggestions from your part if you want to try a toy on him, too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he’s feeling playful and teasing, he’s pretty unfair. He’ll keep tethering you to the edge of your orgasm, pulling away at the right time before working you up to that edge again. He doesn’t care if you’re obedient or not; if he wants to edge you for the next couple of minutes, he’ll do it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Man tries so hard to keep his voice down. He can manage in the beginning, but the closer he is to his orgasm, the louder he gets. He whines and moans, even crying your name if he has been edged for a while. You may try covering his mouth with yours; he’s going to moan into the kiss, and his sounds of pleasure slip through. Can’t shut up for the life of him (affectionately).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Every time you visit him backstage, he has fantasized about having a quickie with you there, just before a show. This fantasy is not viable, because that would mean Lynette could catch you both in the act, and that wouldn’t be a fun experience. The same applies to when he imagines you visiting him in the dressing room before a show.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high. Aside from the reason being his age, it’s also due to him being an energetic individual, and he has to release said energy in some way or another.  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll be awake if you talk to him, but the moment there’s some silence, he’s asleep.

[fizzy-blood]

haii do u have any just general hcs for slender i never see anything for him that isnt extremely abusive or horribly sexual 🙏🙏🙏 this is platonic not romantic raahhh

this totally isnt kenny haha whaatttt ur crazy (i'm getting over my thing for him so i need to consume normal content)

Slenderman Headcanons🌲👤 [General]

Mhm,totally not Kenny... @digitaltabby I'm looking 👁️👁️.

But thank you for the ask ,person who totally isn't someone I know!! As all of you know my asks are open so feel free to send in an ask. Also, please reblog because likes don't do shit on Tumblr!! Do not feed my stuff to an AI because that happened recently. Now please enjoy!!<3

WARNING: Quick mention of abuse [it's just a light mention but idk]

This man is my og fictional father figure and that might show in this ngl... I tried to keep that out of this though!!

I don't remember where I read this but I remember reading somewhere that Slender doesn't actually kill kids. (Everyone in my family who knows I had a Creepypasta phase is convinced he is??).

And that just fits him in my opinion.

He does kill the parents in certain situations though. (ex: they're abusive or just generally bad people)

He's generally pretty quiet... Very quiet actually-

He can talk but he just doesn't? Not unless he actually has to or wants to.

My version of Slender is also about 12 feet tall so this man is towering over everyone. (that was expected but I remembered how tall that actually is and I'm screaming)

That back of his suit has a lot of rips from.. well... Tentacles.

He sometimes gets fed up with the rips and just sews it up himself. (Can't decide if he figured it out himself or if Trender showed him how... Idk, tell me in the comments)

Ageless being, this man is so real for that.

Like? He just showed up one day... I feel like all his brothers just kinda showed up too.

Does he question it? Probably not..

This is more about the idea of the Slender Mansion and not Slender himself but I feel like the mansion is an old hospital or mental asylum of sorts.

It just explains how I picture the layout in my mind.

I do think he does have some sort of mouth, (If two of his brothers have one he does too) it's just hidden under whatever his skin is made of.

His skin kinda reminds me of that oblek (idk how to spell) stuff that people make in elementary school.. it just melts back over whatever mouth he actually has.

Also also! My mind is convinced he has very faint strips on his suit. (think Jack from Nightmare before Christmas but less noticeable)

It just feels right, idk...

Anyways, that's all!! I don't have a ton of headcanons for Slender... That's actually kinda surprising to me!

Yay! I'm done!! Hope you guys enjoyed it ^_^ I actually had some fun writing this so that was nice!

Remember to reblog if you liked it since likes don't do anything on Tumblr and if you feed my work to an AI I will find where you live and skin you in your sleep 🥰!!

-Fizz

[Marble Hornets themed dividers by @sister-lucifer ]

[millersfinest]

could u make headcannons of cat?? its a weird req but i love how u perceive ellie & i think u write her so perfectly and would love to hear ur take on cat

since we only saw her for a short period of time, ofc there’s not much to base off of but that’s what makes it even more fun yk? like u get to make ur own personality for her & i’d love to hear what u concoct!!

dating cat (tlou II)

cw: mentions of ellie williams, some fluff ofc, a little bit of nsfw toward the end.

note: this is such an interesting req omg!! i’m glad you love how i write ellie, and i hope this kind of fits how you perceive cat as much as i do <3 like you said, a lot of this is just my own personalization based on the comments made about her and my own brain :p this ended up a bit longer than intended, but i feel like im still missing some stuff lol. if anyone wants a part 2 lemme know x

also… thank you guys for 240+ pookies!! i don’t think i mentioned that yet. i love you guys so much <33

cat! is an optimist to her core. she has a bunch of faith running through her body most of the time.

there could literally be infected breaching the walls of jackson, and she’d still find an upside to the situation. that’s what people either loved or hated about her.

you would have to get to know her personally in order to find her deepest insecurities and worries tbh.

cat! isn’t the type to mislead. she’s very upfront about most of her intentions and the things that she wants.

after her breakup with ellie, she became hesitant when considering getting into another serious relationship. she feared labels—afraid that you’d find interest in someone else (while being in the relationship) or she’d find interest in someone else.

so instead of going through with it anyway, the first nine months you were together was a friends with benefits thing (i’ll dive more into that later). she’s the queen of taking things slow.

however, once she’s ready to lock down… she’s in for the long haul.

cat! is a huge doodler. well, she does tattoos, so that makes sense. but, if you weren’t asking for anything permanent—she would get a sharpie marker and practice drawing on your skin. literally anytime of day… but, especially when you guys were alone.

she would straddle your bare back and begin making designs. and if she was feeling extra productive that day, she’d draw on you as if the sharpie were a tattoo needle. little felt pokes would be made, which would kind of tickle but you let her.

“after i’m done with you… you might even want the real deal!”

“i’ll believe it when i see it.”

cat! was a very certain type of person. when she was good at things, she had no reason to feel anything except proud. she rarely needs secondary approval.

that rareness comes into play when involving you, though. for anything that she does, when the two of you get into a relationship (arguably a little bit before then) she does value your advice and opinions. you’re like a favorite consultant—no matter what your response was.

you could critique how she handled a conflict or even as little as critique her drawings, and she would look at you with the biggest set of brown eyes you’ve ever seen. she was always open to receive from you. other people… not so much.

with that being said…

cat! could be a bit of a hothead at times. her happy-go-lucky personality wasn’t impenetrable.

while she was over her ex, seeing ellie with dina pissed her off sometimes. because she knew that they were making eyes at each other during their relationship—and that was too close to cheating for her.

but, your touch and your voice always managed to calm her. “she has no idea what she’s missing out on.” you’d say, wrapping your arms around her neck, kissing her warm cheek.

or, whenever she’d take her drawings and painting more serious (she paints a little bit), she’d trade with the art store in jackson. and every time someone hovered over her work to purchase, she’d listen in on their opinions—and they weren’t always good. they should’ve had a denser stroke here. i’m not sure how i feel about the style of this portrait.

it’s was all hooplah to you, but those words practically made steam come out of her ears.

cat! would eavesdrop and then step into the conversation with a red face and clenched fists. “you’re talkin’ a lot for someone who can barely draw a circle— yeah, i’ve seen it.”

you’d have to pull her from the art store, holding onto her clenched fist. she’d eventually unclench with your soothing words, and hold onto you as if you were an anchor.

cat! was a woman of many jobs in jackson. she didn’t frequent patrols much, but she spent a lot of time in the gardens. however, when she did go on patrols, she’d always come back a little bit more serious than when she left.

even if you guys weren’t living together yet, she would find you. stumble into your home and into your arms. she’d hold onto you with vice-like grip, pushing the air from your lungs. she didn’t take lightly to the blood and viscera she saw out there.

cat! spent so much time in jackson that she almost forgot what it was like to be out there. that’s why she went on patrols every once in a while.

there was one time when she was out there that she saw a decaying pair of people, nothing but bones and deteriorating clothes. their boney hands were intertwined, and in the other were pistols. for a split second, all she could think of was you and her. could this possibly be your guys’ fate?

she came home to you that night and didn’t want to leave your side. big-spooning you in your bed, whispering words into your neck. “if anything ever happened to you… i think i’d die.” and “i l-love you so much— words can barely describe how much i love you.”

“i love you, too.” you respond with partial shock. that may have been the first time she said those words to you.

cat! is a words of affirmation and physical touch type of girl.

words of affirmation: she thrives on your vocal support—she needs it. whether she’s dealing with a problem, or she’s leaning into your thoughts on one of her pieces. she fully believes that relationships are where two people are joining together; so your input will always be important.

and on another note… she loves to be praised by you. anything, she loves to hear: “you’re so good at this” or “you’re doing so good for me”. you’re her favorite person, so she wants to make you happy.

physical touch: simply put—she’s a huge cuddler. a cuddlebug, if you will. she loves been enveloped with you. there’s not subtly surrounding her wanting to touch you… like at all. you could be out at a party, and she’d want her arms wrapped around you. if you were sitting and she was standing, she’d wrap them around your neck, leaning her chin on your head. if you were both standing up, she’d wrap them around your abdomen.

in private, she’d be more about skin to skin contact (which isn’t always sexual, but it often leads to that).

you could be cooking or doing whatever and she’d slide her hands under your shirt, even if her hands were cold af, just to feel your warmth. leaning her head on your shoulder, kissing the smooth skin of your neck.

omg, don’t let her be gone/busy for most of the day. when she comes home it’s clothes off cuddle time. swearrr!! and that may or may not escalate depending on how the both of your days went.

now for a little bit of nsfw <3

cat! is indubitably a switch in my eyes (i spent some time thinking about this lol). and a solid one. everything is dependent on what happens in the moment between you two.

but, it should be mentioned, that during the fwb stint at the start of your relationship… she was mostly topping. cat was having a hard time letting herself go after her breakup—you basically had to earn your way to her trusting you with her body.

cat! went from dominating to allowing things to fall as they may.

the one thing she did care about, though, was making you feel good. if that meant bottoming then so be it—but she did enjoy hearing the sounds you made when she went down on you and/or her fingers were inside you. there was nothing more affirmative than you moaning her name.

or, when she bottoms, there’s always so much love in how you touch her. if you’re not good w your words physical affection was always the way to go. every kiss, every stroke, every lick dripped with an i love you.

the first time: as in the first time she bottomed, letting you take over, she was so nervous that she trembled under her skin. it was your delicate touch that calmed her. and when you pushed her toward that finish line—her climax—tears fled from her eyes.

being with cat was so much more than just hopelessness and smiles and beautiful art. she was just a girl who cared a lot. and, luckily, you were apart of the small group of people she cared a lot for.

[jjinx1998]

xxtc-96xx Callout post

To start I want you to know I didn't want things to have to come to this but after recent developments and discussions from others I cannot ignore what's been going on for years now. This is a problem revolving around the user @xxtc-96xx , the comic Endertale, and the Undertale fandom. I will try to explain what I know and offer proof when I can, but there might be some sloppiness as this is my first real post on Tumblr. If there is any technical issues about this post, please let me know so I can fix it.

Let me start from the beginning. I have been a long time fan of xxtc-96xx since about 2016 (I will refer to them as TC to make it easier). I have enjoyed looking at the art they create for many years, mainly the ones revolving around Endertale.

Endertale is a fan comic that TC made of the game Undertale. It's a very decent story with a pleasant art style. I would recommend it but I cannot and I will get to why. You see TC has suffered from something that just about any creator can relate to, burnout. The most recent comic page being posted in 2021 though there was already a hiatus established before that.

While they made it long clear that they needed to go on break for personal reasons, people wanted to ask for when they will continue it. Some of them calm and reasonable and other's were very much not nice. TC answered them honestly at first.

Then it started to devolve into troll responses or just not answering.

Not just on Tumblr but people kept asking on Deviantart as well. In fact people are still asking today in 2024. It has gotten so frequent that TC felt it necessary to change their profile header to this:

And it has stayed that way for so long I lost track of when it started. To be fair, even I found the frequent questions to be overwhelming and they just like every artist who makes stuff for free is entitled to take a break from their work. However this post isn't a complaint about how long it takes to finish a comic, it's about something that started because of the wait.

See, their original reason to take a break was because they were too busy with personal matters for them to commit to an actual comic. But as their history up to today has shown that's no longer a valid excuse. As time went on they started to show an interest in the Pokemon fandom. specifically the pokemon known as Mewtwo. To make a long story short, what started as small doodles grew into a whole bunch of fancomics and animations. To compare, they have drawn nearly four times as many Pokemon drawings compared to Undertale. Now, it is perfectly fair and acceptable to find an interest in a different fandom. And while I personally prefer Undertale over Pokemon I completely supported their decision to focus on other fandoms and enjoyed what they made. I also understood their issues with the fandom at the time, some people were rather aggressive, rude, or demanding the comic to be completed, a comic that's completely free that they make no profit out of. I even recall one point they tried to unsuccessfully drag a different content creator into this issue as if it would somehow work.

However I started to notice they had a warped perception on the fandom. Rather than blame the few people that harassed them online with constant asks, they believed that the entire fandom as a whole is to blame as declared it all toxic. Something they insist on repeating to all their fans and making them believe their opinion as fact.

Now for the record I am very aware of how toxic this fandom was and can be at times. I was around since the beginning and have seen just about every drama that has come. From the fans harassing you for not doing the pacifist route in the first time playing, people arguing if either Frisk or Chara is a really bad person, arguing over Frisk's and Chara's gender, is genocide the right choice, is Toriel the bad guy or Asgore, and a controversy revolving around a certain creator of the au Glitchtale (the last one TC coincidentally emulates their "Delay work for one week for every ask" and finds it amusing). I know this fandom is not the best but I love it all the same, it's as much a part of my life as it is for TC. I know I am not perfect at showing my interest for Undertale, as this image of a private ask shows.

Or this time I made a obviously joke ask and apparently I didn't realize a lot of people don't understand sarcasm.

Or when I tried to ask this sincere and nonaggressive question, one of the few times TC isn't putting up some kind of attitude.

Or this other ask from me.

At the end of the day this is just a comic. No one has any right to demand them to continue it or make death threats, this is completely unacceptable. However, at the same time this doesn't mean the creator should dehumanize the entire fandom or punish the few that are being respectful. They wait and what do they get, people mocking them and bullying them. That's what I realized in the past week when I engaged in the comments of a few posts. TC allow their fans to bully the fandom.

I tried to be as calm and reasonable as I can and yet I get called out as a toxic fan. And in the end did TC scold everyone else, no, they basically told me to shut up. I overestimated the fans intelligence and if they could handle basic logic, read the comments for yourself to see my point. As someone with Asperger and anger issues, it's a god given miracle I am still trying to maintain my composure within this insanity that has been going on for years. I have spoken with several content creators who asked to remain anonymous about this entire fiasco and we have similar conclusions about TC.

TC has been through a lot of painful and hurtful comments over the years that they did not deserve in the slightest. They are entitled to do whatever they want with their comic and works. Saying a fandom is or isn't toxic is unhelpful as you fundamentally miss the mark on how fandom culture works. As a creator, it is not right to hang this hiatus over people's heads and string them along. TC does not respect their Undertale fans in the slightest and mocks those who is still waiting. They indirectly encourage their other fans to bully and dehumanize the rest.

I held back on making a comment about all this for two reasons. One, TC's fandom terrifies me. They are complete smug hypocrites who spend way too much time on the internet that they don't realize that if they use their words in real life they will get punched in the face for it. Two, despite everything I still believe that TC can change. I like to believe the best in everyone and that there is hope that maybe this time TC will realize they have become the very thing they hate. That hope has faded to cinders. I'm done with TC, my only concern is the people remaining to wait for the comic.

To everyone who is waiting for Endertale and/or following TC because you like their Undertale stuff, leave them and never come back. They do not respect you, they look down on you, they laugh watching you wait, you deserve better than them. Even if they do finish the comic eventually it will not be made out of love or passion.

DO NOT harass and bully them because of my words. I will not tolerate any attempt to do so.

My final words are for TC if they even decide to read this:

TC, I know we are not friends, you made that clear long ago but I was hoping we could've been. You were a huge inspiration for me in the past and was what pushed me to attempt learning about art. I looked up to you and tried to support you when you were feeling down. You are no longer that person.

You do not have the right to condemn an entire fandom as toxic and declare it as a fact of life. It's people like you that keep the fandoms so divided to this day. It's because of people like you I am scared for my life if I ever mention Undertale in public. Your fixation on the sins of the past prevents us from moving forward. I do not excuse what happened but the past is in the past, get over it and grow up, you are an adult so act like it.

You say you don't owe us any comic or works, well at the same time if you want to mistreat the fandom I care about then I or anybody don't owe you any respect yet I did for nearly five years.

Why? Because I cared about how this all made you feel. What do you see when you look at me, another obsessed toxic fan who should keep their mouth shut or a PERSON with their own thoughts feelings and beliefs?

One of your problems is that you think nothing ever seems to be your fault, just the fans who keep asking. Well maybe they wouldn't have asked if you didn't leave them hanging for almost five years. To me, it no longer matters if you finish Endertale or not.

Maybe you still think it isn't your fault, then that makes me the idiot for hoping you can be better. You hurt me, really hurt me. I don't think I can ever trust someone like you again.

Do you know what I really want?

Your apology. I want you to make a genuine apology to me and the fandom at your actions over the years. I won't block you because being the idiot I am I hope my words mean something to you and you'll want to chat.

But until you wise up ask yourself this familiar question,

Do you really think you are above consequences?

[yaeran]

business trip ★ genshin

how they are after returning from a long leave.

childe is no stranger when it comes to leaving for a long time so it was just something you had to get used to. it’s not like you minded it yet he always fills a mental jar with sorry’s whenever he leaves.

but he comes back with nothing but piled up love to drown you in. he’d ask what you want to do that day he returns whether it’s stay at home or go out and comply with whatever you want as a way to make up for loss time, at night his grip around your body is tighter than before.

彡

diluc was never the type to travel, furthest travel he makes at best is dawn winery to the city centre of monstadt. so him being elsewhere was weird. he’s the type to write letters at the same time he might forget to send them so when he returns that’s when you also receive the letters—

when he comes home he just kisses you as he puts the body weight of his that you can manage to carry. he’s alot more touchy and vulnerable. he’s on your side a lot more like when you’re doing your work outside he’ll pay visits to you or if you work from home he’ll rest his head in your lap, he treasures your company so much.

kaeya would be so nonchalant when he returns like “hey yn what’s for breakfast today” like? okay? but also the dining table would be covered in gifts he bought from his trip. you for some reason have to bring up how was the trip on your own. “oh yea i went on that.” and then he’d give his opinionated asf opinion while having breakfast, while holding your hand as you sit across from him.

he then gives you a very detailed reasoning to why he bought certain gifts and how everytime he thought of you he’d instantly buy it. “this figure looks funny like you. so i bought it,” and then it’s the most cursed thing you’ve seen but anyways, you guys have matching keychains now.

albedo would reassure his love to you through letters, sometimes he’d just send paintings of the sights he’s seen. when albedo comes back he’d explain the paintings and would talk about the things you both could do if you go there together.

彡

zhongli would’ve convinced you beforehand to go with him but you were always too busy. when he comes back he’d greet you with a kiss on the forehead and prepare some tea so that you two can catch up on each other. he’d then show you pictures of stuff you missed out on, teasing you to the fullest. he’d specifically show pictures of food or cute animals, all to spite you.

xiao would jumpscare you,, accidentally when he comes back. he never gave you an exact date of when he’d come back. before you left you had jokingly told him to bring a souvenir and he took that seriously. he’d bring you home a statue of the archon if you want him to. when you see him tho you just look forward to hugging him and that’s all he needed after a long period of time without you.

彡

itto would forget to bring you a souvenir— and he’d beat himself up about it cause he really wanted to get you something like it was his top priority but a priority that slipped his mind a little too often.

nevertheless the night he came back was a night of him pampering as soon as he’s in the door he carries you bridal style and crashes into your bed that you swear will break the more he does that movement. as you lay in his arms he tells you all the things he did when he was gone.

kazuha counts down the days before he comes back home to you. he tries to make the wait feel shorter but it’s not really helping— but he comes back and he shares all his stories with you even picking up a few tunes he heard while he was there and performs a bit for you. he then asks you what you’ve done while he was gone as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

彡

i should play sumeru i don’t know shit about it but i wanna write about my baby girls alhaitham and kaveh— plus cyno sounds so funny dude

[georgegraphys]

Now that the QAT discourse is an "outdated thing" I guess I can now speak up about the whole thing, can I?

Take this lightly as my observations and what I say might be biased because I'm human and no one is fully objective. And lastly, please don't reblog with main tags of the drivers, I don't want to start things again but I just want to say my thoughts that I've been wanting to share but only after things went silent. And I do not wish to entertain another opinion except my own thoughts because this is simply me sharing not asking for someone else's thoughts/opinion.

Can I say that what happened in Qatar is somehow a heavily calculated thing?

I obviously don't know the whole situation as I'm not the oxygen in the air or flies in the walls but I can see how MV manipulates the media to his own advantage.

First, timing. He starts throwing the fire when GR finishes his media rounds, which means GR would have no time to clarify/fight the things MV throw on the spot and would have to wait for 3-4 days to respond. This also happens because GR doesn't have a "press" ready at his side to broadcast his thoughts immediately. As you can see, MV/RBR (especially Marko) had that press. Like it can be a summer break and you'd still see a journalist talking to Marko. I hope one day GR will have a press on his side that works that way. Believe me, it'll help. A lot.

Second of all, the accusations. The accusations were merely not about the unfairness of the penalty. If that's the case, GR would've ignored them like what the others did. But MV's party attacks things on GR side that he CANNOT afford to ignore: a) his personality b) the FIA mates thing. GR is a GPDA director and a public figure first and foremost, that FIA accusation is a serious one and that needs to be cleared up 100%. So at the end of the day? GR can't afford to pass it up and had to speak to the press one way or another

Third, audience. I think it is common knowledge that F1 audiences have short term memory and their recency bias sometimes occurs only for an hour. And so I do think someone did take advantage by being the first person to speak up about the penalty drama, knowing how the audience would react (+ the advantage of timing and his personal audience which is a bigger one than that of GR's). Because MV spoke up first and had the advantage of the press, timing, and audience, everyone easily picked his words as the "right" ones, not noticing the inconsistencies and downplaying. Let us be honest, it is only 1% of the F1 audience that have full access and the willingness to oversee the contents like interviews, ted's notebook, etc and those people are mainly the big accounts. Those big accounts, having those access to those things and the dedication to process those things (regardless of it being biased or not), slowly becomes a key opinion leader. Fans who don't have access to those things trusts these big accounts so much and misinterpret these things. Sometimes? other big accounts also steal stuff like this and paraphrase it in their own way (sometimes twist it to make their points and appease their audience). That is where everything goes disastrous. Especially in the 3-4 days void of GR not speaking to the press.

Fourth? Time to wash your hands. After throwing the fires, creating narratives that GR couldn't dodge or avoid to not give a response, taking advantage of the timing, substance, and audience, that certain party starts to wash their hands. MV went from not wanting to play padel with GR to speaking about the dinner incident (another hand washing moment as he implies that he already wants to make amends + being the bigger guy, pushing the common narrative of the bigger guy = no faults) and saying that they'll sort this out and it'll be okay after a few padel games. Also? CHorner went from calling GR hysterical to saying MV-GR should deal with these things privately. Heavy on CHorner, what's with the backtrack? At least you should side fully with your driver no? Have some backbone, Christian. Don't bullshit and shit talk George when you liked his pics and follow him. Kinda shameless and pathetic yk?

So yeah these are the thoughts I have and basically what, in my opinion, happened. I know I previously said that this is an emotion-driven thing. But after seeing what transpired in Abu Dhabi? It's heavily calculated there and emotionally driven in Qatar. Abu Dhabi changed my thoughts that this is far from an innocent, honest, spontaneous play. Again, it's my opinion. You have yours. This time, I don't feel like entertaining any other opinions since for me, this is just me sharing what I think back then, not an open discussion any more.

I've actually talked with a friend about how I would deal with this thing as a person who worked in PR. We shared the same opinion that GR should keep his silence and do a little bit of an image cleaning with contents and stuff (this was before AD and the FIA mates claim got big). Because sometimes these discourses are not worth entertaining and a silence would be better since everyone would forget about it once they realized there is no drama to feed on. But again, MV threw something GR cannot dodge so we "changed" the things we would do. We honestly think that GR should give a one time full out interview explaining what he has to explain and never entertain the discourse again regardless of what RBR is saying and what the public reaction is. And voila! We see eye to eye with the Merc PR team. George gave one FULL interview and did not entertain any of the dinner incident, padel game thing, RBR response, CH's response, etc. And it is a PERFECT move. Why? Because GR did what he already did. Face the public and give his statement. Their reactions and opinions from further there are no longer important. He said what he had to say and that's that. One day, i'm sure, the public would go back to what GR said and realize that he was right all along. It's a long process to reach that part but that's the safest one. We did this for fun and as a mental training too on what we would do in a crisis like this (how we manage a crisis + try to learn/predict the PR strategy Merc is gonna throw out as a company)

GR did the right thing with his response. 100% perfect. Throw everything all at once and give ZERO response afterwards. In the end, RBR would look like a fool for talking alone to the press. After a while, the press would also get bored of it if there were no reactions from GR and they'd move on. Why? Because when you write the news, you have to have two things to compare. You have to have pros and cons to make it entertaining. Things won't be fun if it's one sided. They thrive on a two sided drama. When it's one-sided, events expire quickly and will no longer be deemed relevant to report on as news. I hope from this point forward, GR will no longer entertain such questions and just preserve his silence.

Lastly? If GR ignores MV longer than this? Don't get mad at him. The things that happened this time are too far for a mere one grid penalty that is worthless anyways. He has every right to take his time. Being angry at the penalty is one thing. But throwing shade of the unpaid work GR did as the GPDA director and lowkey dismissing his efforts by slandering and accusing him is another.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies, mostly about yesterday’s posts: Lilidia kiss and Aether portrait.

Anonymous asked:

It finally happened. Someone accused me of being a creep just cause I said we shouldn’t spend too much time moralizing over cartoon characters and that we literally have scientific evidence to say so. I’m the one with the oc that I’m shipping with ortho with the open minded mom. It’s time to start posting the most cute and wholesome ship art on main.

-💜🌹

💜🌹Anon, it’s great that you are expressing your opinion honestly, and I am very sorry that you are getting called a creep for that. Unfortunately, the “you’re creep” type of people don’t usually listen to reason because accepting that you’re right would mean that they can’t bully people for no reason anymore.

I hope you don’t feel discouraged by that experience though, and I hope they won’t ruin your desire to draw and post whatever you want. If you want to post cute and wholesome stuff, that’s good, but it sucks when it happens simply because it feels too dangerous to post anything even remotely spicy… Even if you did things in an extremely subtle way or even if you did anything else, they’d still find reasons simply because they might find you suspicious or other bs reason like that. Every single one of their argument is just an excuse for them to feel justified about harassing, that’s why it doesn’t even matter what you like – as soon as you show interest in anything slightly different than a bland creation of family-friendly nothingness, they’ll be here.

Take care of yourself, but also, don’t be too scared of them: there are much more people who openly like Ortho these days, I think.

Anonymous asked:

For a moment I was super excited thinking you had gotten in to genshin. But its still nice to see aether in your style. And I may be wrong but I feel you might like dottore

Sorry, Anon, unfortunately I don’t think I’ll ever get into Genshin… but this 6+ portraits thingie is a nice chance to draw some of the characters! And I am very happy that you’re happy to see Aether drawn by me <3

There are still a lot of characters for me to draw from that list, and while I don’t know when exactly I’m going to draw the next Genshin character, here are some other names from the list: Freminet, Neuvillette, Arlecchino, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Baizhu, Furina, Lyney. Quite a lot of names… One day I’ll draw them all.

Also I do agree that if we ever got into Genshin, we would’ve loved Dottore. He has certain vibes… bad ones, in a good way.

Anonymous asked:

GENSHIN ART RAHHHH! Also Lilia's undercut looks clean. Imma need his barber's number

Hehe enjoy!

I think Lilia himself is Lilia’s barber… which honestly makes his cut even more impressive!

Anonymous asked:

Did you know Traveler legit has a harem in Genshin Impact? As in, every person in every nation is falling for them. Twinks, men, girls, and everything in between. My favorite is Childe x Traveler because he's a sadist, a masochist, and I like freaks.

Well I know nothing about Genshin because I’m not really into it, but I figured that the main character is always the most popular guy/girl in the series… such chick magnets! (the guys are also the chicks, btw)

thestar-eyedfictionaddict asked:

Aether in your drawing: *exists*

Every living thing in Tevyat: *hands over their credit cards.*

The rich ones pay you the most to make NSFW art of the Traveler.

Meanwhile, Paimon's using all that money to get food.

Oh god, so many new customers, and I have no idea what’s going on. Thank you, every living thing in Tevyat, especially the rich ones 😭 Paimon shouldn’t steal my money though, or I’ll make her into food.  

thestarlightfae asked:

How are you feeling about his official forehead reveal?

Hmmmm. Whose? 🤔 I am not sure.

If it’s about Lilia, then well, Idia is the only one who got to see it lol

thestarlightfae asked:

Also! Love the Zero to Hero ref!

Anonymous asked:

it's not really the main point of the drawing but damn cool shirt design

clever

Hehehe thank you!! <3

I am very happy you liked it! I always want to put something fun on the character’s shirt when I draw, and every once in a while it actually looks fun.

Should I make it into an actual print…

[666writingcafe]

The Outdoor Market

Content Warning: a brief conversation about religion at the end

MC

"Hello!" the butcher greets when we step up to his counter. "What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to buy five whole chickens," Beel answers. He told me that he struggled the other day to not eat everything he saw before paying for it, but that doesn't seem to be the case today. Granted, I'm holding his hand to prevent him from wandering off too far, but still. He could just as easily use his free hand to grab stuff.

"Five chickens, coming right up!" The butcher pauses. "Didn't you come through here recently?" Beel nods his head.

"I was with my brother." The butcher smiles kindly.

"Ah, yes. I remember now. You were one of the tallest people in the crowd." He glances over at me. "I see you brought someone else with you today. Is that another sibling of yours?"

"This is MC." The butcher grins.

"How wonderful! I remember you telling me about them. I think it's sweet that you guys moved closer to them after graduation." I was not aware that Beel came up with a cover story. It would have been nice to know beforehand so that I could play along and not mess up any details.

"They really mean a lot to us." Beel squeezes my hand, looking over at me with a loving gaze. The butcher glances around to look for customers before leaning closer to us.

"Allow me to offer you some advice," he states.

"Advice?" I repeat. "What kind of advice?"

"I'm going to let you two in on the secret to a long, healthy relationship."

"I'd definitely be interested in hearing about that," Beel responds, causing the butcher to softly smile.

"Well, the main thing is that you both have to respect each other. You each have to let the other live their own life without interfering too much, and you need to stay interested in each other. As long as you consistently do these things, you'll be good."

~~~

"So, what exactly did you tell the butcher the other day?" I ask Beel. We've dropped off the chicken at the house, and now we're currently sitting on one of the benches outside.

"Oh, that," Beel remarks. "I told him that you were an exchange student at the college we went to, but it was several hours away from where you lived, so we couldn't come over to see you very often once the exchange program ended."

"But then once you guys graduated, you decided to move closer to me so that we could see each other more often."

"Exactly." I like that he came up with something plausible. I wonder if anyone helped him hammer out the details of that story, or if he did everything by himself.

"What did you think of the advice?"

"I thought it was interesting. Do all human world butchers offer secrets to long and healthy relationships?" I shake my head.

"I think it's just a quirk of this particular one."

"I see." Beel pauses. "I wonder if we've been doing the three things he suggested."

"You and your brothers?"

"Well, yes, but I was thinking more about you and me." Interesting.

"Do you want my honest opinion?" He nods. "If we're solely judging by those three criteria, I think that my relationship with you is the healthiest one that I have with you guys."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're the only one out of your brothers that actively tries to not interfere with my life too much." He doesn't respond for a moment, appearing to mull over my words.

"I suppose you're right," he eventually agrees. "They either drag you into their drama or do things behind your back to alter certain aspects of your life. I know they do it because they love you and want to spend time with you, but some of the ways they choose to express it...it rubs me the wrong way.

"They want things to be perfect for you, even going as far as to try to eliminate anything that might cause you pain or hardship. But it's impossible. Life is supposed to have challenges, and not just trivial ones, either. Everything you've gone through, both good and bad, has made you the person you are today. You're strong, MC, but you're also kind. And smart. Incredibly smart." He pauses. "I think my brothers forget that sometimes. You're not just some clueless sheep that needs to be guided in the right direction; you know where you're going."

"Is that left over from your Celestial Realm days?" Beel nods.

"It was drilled into us constantly. This is going to sound harsh, but we were taught that humans were dumb creatures easily tempted by sin. Part of our job was to keep them on the path of salvation because they were too stupid to do it themselves."

"Even though we were created to have free will." He sighs.

"I've never understood that."

"Free will?"

"No. That's simple enough. What always confused me is why we had to exert control over humans. Due to free will, some of them will inevitably choose a different path than the one we planned for them, and that should have been okay. If it wasn't, then why did God--our Father--give humans free will in the first place?"

"Some say it was a test to see if humans would choose the path of God on their own."

"Maybe, but then why punish those that choose differently?" He shakes his head slightly and sighs. "I'm sorry, MC. I didn't mean to get all religious on you." I reach out and touch the top of his hand.

"Don't apologize. I appreciate the insight."

[akiology]

Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru general relationship headcanons

Note: sorry if this took a long time, anon!! i hope you enjoy it nonetheless :> i did both platonic and romantic for this one &lt;;3 i hope everyone has a nice day!

Ann

Platonic: Ann is a very lively, and supportive friend. She tends to spend most of her free time around the school with her friends. She most definitely cherishes your friendship, and finds time to hang out; whether it is something as simple as eating lunch together, studying together, or maybe even going out shopping. If you have an important project/event coming up, she will show her support and offer help to the best of her abilities; she considers herself your personal cheerleader! Ann will try her best to show her appreciation for your friendship, hoping that you can be friends for a long time!

Romantic: Ann is a very romantic girlfriend, in the sense that she might want to try a few clichés atleast once. Of course, that is not a bad thing, but she will still feel shy initiating every once in a while. She's someone who values quality time and may appreciate a few words of affirmation. And thus, shopping dates are common! She is also someone who enjoys playing videogames, so if you like that as well, maybe boot up some multiplayer games together. She hopes she gets to enjoy these kinds of moments with you for a long time.

Makoto

Platonic: Makoto is a very caring friend, to the point that it seems like you have a second mother. She's not overbearing, but she is the type to remind you to eat meals, and to take breaks every so often. Sometimes, she forgets to take her own advice though. She tries her best to hangout with you, but if you plan on having a big day with her you are going to have to tell her your plans in advance. She values your friendship and opinion very much, and may ask for your perspective on certain things. The importance and gravity of the situation depends on how much she trusts you.

Romantic: Makoto is a meek girlfriend. At the start of your relationship, she may just go along whatever it is you want to do. After a while together, she starts being vocal about what she wants to do. Makoto really appreciates affirmations and acts of service, and these are also how she shows her love. Seeing as how she takes studying seriously, you've probably been in a lot of study dates together. If you are having a hard time with a certain topic, she will try her best to help. She wants the both of you to succeed, together.

Futaba

Platonic: Futaba is a bashful friend at first. Once she gets comfortable with you though, she's very energetic especially when conversing online. She is most definitely the kind of friend to send you things that remind her of you, like memes, clips, and other things. Probably lots gaming nights, and watch parties together. She will still hangout with you outside, but you need to tell her in advance so she can mentally prepare herself. She is trying her best! Don't get her wrong, she enjoys your company a lot. She really likes hearing you talk about your interests, and she also likes sharing a lot of her interests with you!

Romantic: Futaba will slightly return to being bashful during the start of your relationship, especially when you do romantic stuffs. When she gets used to it, she may even feel brave to initiate some things by herself! She might want to do some of those multiplayer games geared towards couples. She really enjoys quality time, even if it is a parallel play kind of situation. Like if you guys are in a call together, even if you are doing different things she will still enjoy nonetheless. She is so used to having you around, that it feels weird when you are gone for longer than predicted (because you got a little busy). But she knows you will come back, you told her after all, and she will gladly wait.

Haru

Platonic: Haru may seem reserved at first, being cautious when making new relationships. When you get closer though, she is very sweet. She likes including you in a lot of activities, the kind to ask you to hang out with her while she gardens. You do not necessarily have to help, you could do your homework for all she cares, she just really likes having you there. She is also not against sharing most of her things with you, oh you need a pen? Here! You can keep it if you want! Also the kind to worry about you, but her approach is more, "Oh you haven't eaten? Let's eat at the cafeteria!" She likes doing most things with you, if it wasn't obvious.

Romantic: Haru is very happy to be your girlfriend! She is really open to going out on all sorts of dates, and doing different activities together! She does not have any particular activity she prefers doing, as she is just really happy being with you. But she does tend to be big on gift-giving, she loves giving you little trinkets that remind her of you. Considering she plans on eventually starting a café chain, Haru does a lot of thinking about the future. And you know what? She sees you as a staple in all those.