#I need to iron out how this would work but also I’m gonna wait until I’m done with the show

[no1ryomafan]

rotating a fic of some kind where Allenby and Domon have a light role swap but not in the traditional sense of they swap plot points entirely, instead Domon is the one forced by his country into his super mode that becomes progressively unstable as time goes on and Allenby can tap into her berserk mode whenever she wants but by learning to control her emotions she gains a better version of it.

This is mainly for the parallels I see between the two that were definitely intentional but I can’t lie after seeing Domon nearly go out on the islands against the devil gundam and Asia I WANT to see Domon fall into the darker side of his super mode a little LOL.

[ruhorih4ra]

Heeey!! It's been a while uh part. 9 ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ So, this chapter it's a flashback (most of it) to explain what happened during the week and how Mc gain another little D.

I had to split the chapt because it was longer than I thought (again).

Get out of my way 🌈

A week has passed since last time and things had certainly changed. “Don't worry, Lilith. That won't be necessary, Lilith.” The former angel was furious, however you couldn't really concentrate in her words.

“Look, man, I don't want to brag but this one is the Future King of the Devildom’s fountain pen,” a Little D. with yellow horns and gold chains declared, he was surrounded by the other Little D.'s “and I'm asking the reasonable price of 100, 000 grimms.”

You snorted, “I don't have enough.” while you checked your wallet Lilith rushed to your side with an expression of incredulity. “Is that what you’re worried about?!” “I need to return that, otherwise Lucifer's gonna kill me.” Lilith massaged her temples. “Lucifer, the one who let you skip a week of school so you could look for 'something'?” “He did that because he felt guilty!”

“He also took your council work out of guilt.” “Yes.” You answered without hesitation. “He plays your favorite song on the piano every night for the very same reason.” “Well...” “He's been moving his agenda to invite you out because of...” You stopped Lilith, frantically moving your hands in front of her to refrain her from talking further.

“Okay, okay. I get it, poor Lucifer, nobody loves him.” You mocked Lilith and she glared at you. “What I want to know is why? Why is that Little D. here?” The eyebrows of Lilith arched and she smiled ironically. “You're kidding, right?”

“What? No! Of course not! What have I done to be considered greedy? Nothing!” Lilith raised her hand and moved all her fingers playfully before lowering all but one.

“One”

Monday

After the fight and what felt like the most tense breakfast of your life, you decided not to push your luck any further and attend your classes as you normally would. That hadn't changed, you still share each class with at least one brother.

It was driving you crazy, you felt a pair of eyes constantly stalking you and every time you turned to see you would find the pitiful gaze of one of them. “Poor Beel! Look at him!! Look!! Oh no!!” now you had to endure not only the puppy eyes of the seven demons but also the constant words of Lilith pitying them.

Your last class was Curses and Mammon had decided to sit beside you. “M-mc, Would ya lend me your pen?” “Sure.” you passed him the pen without sparing a glance. “T-thanks.” After less than five minutes he spoke again. “Mc... would ya lend me your eraser?” “Here.” Same as before, you passed the eraser without looking at him.

“Uh, Mc?” You sighed, rubbing your face. “What is it this time, demon?” You waited but there was no response until you turned to look at him. He seemed afflicted, your first impulse was to ask if he was okay, if something had hurt him.

He said something unintelligible and so you leaned closer to hear him. “What?” “Please, treasure. Please call me Mammon.” He smiled, it conveyed pure sadness. You quickly turned away and averted his eyes. “...”

By the time the class ended you had everything ready to walk away as fast as possible. “Mc!” “What do you want?” Mammon had recovered a little and seemed much happier. “Let's walk home together.” “No, I'll just teleport.” He looked at the floor, trying to come up with an excuse as to why he needed to go with you.

“Pleaseeeeee, Mc??” Lilith clasped her hands together and blinked repeatedly until you sighed and extended your hand to Mammon. “Fine.” You were taken aback, he seemed as happy as that time you gave Goldie back. He took your hand and got closer to you, still smiling. “Why are you so happy?” Unexpectedly Mammon answered you without his usual nervousness. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s ‘cause I’m with you.”

“Isn't he in charge of Sc?” You heard the muffled sound of the Little D.’s voices and your smile faltered. “Where is she?” another small demon whispered. “Ugh! Stop!” Lilith tried to silence them but your demons were too loud. You put some distance between you and Mammon, but he pretended not to notice and closed the gap again. “I am the magician, Mc…Heed my words! Open the way forward and create a path where there was none!”.

The house of lamentation stood tall before you. You'd to remove Mammon's hand since he was reluctant to let you go. “This was a one time thing, okay? Do not ask me to do it again.” before you could go, he grabbed your arm and forced you to see him. “Punish me.” His demeanor was serious, there wasn’t a single hint of mockery.

The air was cold and strong, dancing around the bushes and sneaking in through your clothes. The only sound coming from the crickets. “What?” “Punish me.” You shook your head. “I am not Lucifer, Mammon. This is ridiculous.” You couldn't leave, Mammon's grip prevented you from moving. “I'll accept everything.” “Everything?” He nodded, eagerly and solemn. “Let's break our pact.”

You saw how his face gradually changed, from shocked and confused to panicked and devastated. “Treasure...” There was a questioning tone in the nickname. “You said you would do everything.” he couldn't hold back anymore, tears streaming down his face one after another. The sight broke your heart again and your hand itched as you fought the desire to wipe away his tears. “I don't want to do that, please.” His voice cracked and you bit your lips, trying hard to maintain your face dry. “Please.” He hugged you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. “Please, Mc.”

It wasn't your intention to go that far, breaking the pacts would affect you too. The mere thought of doing so terrified you, but that's why you knew the effect your request would have on them. “It doesn't matter if it hurts you, if it hurts them too.”

“Now there is only empty space where my love used to be.” the phrase came back to you, brought you back to the moment and let you reevaluate your actions. Hesitantly you caressed Mammon's hair, he hugged you more but neither the sniffling nor the begging stopped. “Stop crying, Mammon.”

“Take my kitchen duty for three months.” You finally said. He abruptly stopped and stood up straight, looking at you. The light was slowly returning to his eyes. “Yes, don't ya worry!”

“That’s all?” The Little D. of envy seemed personally offended. “Pathetic.”

In a swirl of black mist, the little D. of pride transformed to personify Lucifer and theatrically spoke. “Ask for more!” You hummed. “Bathe Cerberus for me.” Mammon didn't hesitate, nodding and playfully saluting like a soldier. “YES, SIR.”

“More!” the smile of the Little D. of wrath widened. “Shut up!!!” Lilith tried to stop them but they quickly ran away from her. “Give me your credit card.” you said nonchalantly, extending your open palm towards Mammon. “Go-Goldie?” Mammon said. You faintly heard Lilith’s reprimand too.

“Yes, Goldie.” you rolled your eyes. The Little D. of Envy was giving you a shoulder massage while the Little D. of Gluttony murmured words of encouragement. “Ask for more, you deserve it, go for it.”

“He-Here.” Mammon handed you the credit card, a little bit reluctant. You took the card from his hand and smiled to him, but the smile he returned was somehow strained. “What? You don't want to?” you asked.

Lilith stood in front of you. “Mc! That's enough!” unfortunately, the Little D. shaped as Leviathan took her wrist. “Get lost sweetheart. They decide when it’s enough.”

“Bah! Of course I want to!” Mammon said. You started playing with the credit card, folding it carelessly. He made the gesture of taking it, but stopped when he saw your face. “Just take care of her. Y-ya know she’s kinda fragile.”

“More!” “You deserve more!” “Remember what he did! How he treated you!” The chorus of the little demons continued. Something wrong was happening, you felt the influence of those small monsters on you, but more than that, you felt empty. “Hurt him as much as he hurt you!”

“Sell your car.” your voice was cold and apathetic. “My... my car?” you knew the sentimental value it had, the effort he did to get it. “Your Demonio 666 Lexura.” You emphasized every syllable. “It’s either that or breaking our-” “No! I'll sell my Demonio.” He seemed frightened, nervous to even consider the option of letting you go.

Tears started gathering in your eyes, you didn't understand why? Why was the void growing? No matter what you asked for or what he gave, you were not satisfied. “Mc? Why are you crying?” he tried to touch you but you brushed his hands off. “No! This is your fault! Nothing you ever do will make it up to me! Can’t you see?” you brought both hands to your chest, where it hurt. “Treasure?”

“Don't call me that!! I want you to lose everything, I want you to sleep in the streets without shelter from the rain! I want you to be the lowliest fucker in all of the Devildom. I want you to go bankrupt, to beg for even a single grimm!” You screamed so fast and loud that it took you a few minutes to control your breathing.

Mammon was speechless, his eyes wide open, the only sound he could hear was the beating of his own heart. “Get out of my way, demon!” you pushed him aside but he remained the same. “What have we done?” he thought, still processing what he had seen.

Mammon gulped, something had caught his eye, something that felt like a punch in the stomach. Like walking barefoot on broken glass. Was it his imagination? It had to be, you're so kind and forgiving. You're like an angel, so pure. Then again, he recalled the cloudy light he had seen in you.

A moment ago, didn't your soul seem... corrupted?

Pt.11

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[bonesandthebees]

Oh yeah, I think the only person Wilbur might lose to in the streams shittiest sleep schedule competition is Tubbo, and that’s probably only because Wilbur needs to be awake on time for band stuff every once in a while (see filming the NPT music video at 9 am).

But I have watched the vod now (basically all I do is watch vod, the only people I every catch live is the QSMP morning crew and that’s only like the first 2-3 hours of stream). I was not ready for the sims 4 convo, or Karl Jacobs with the steal chair.

Also, Wilbur’s singing has gotten so much better. Like I remember when he would sing on stream and it would be fun, but filled to the brim with voice cracks. There wasn’t a single one all stream. All his notes were smooth. He used his head voice and everything. You can tell he’s been working with a voice coach. The progress is amazing.

Also, also. New song! We only just got this one! And the guitar is so cool! And I love when he does how to play breakdown, it makes it so much easier to learn the songs. I’m gonna need to try and play NTP now.

-🌲

god yeah tubbo's sleep schedule is near nonexistent. I still have fond memories of all the times I used to see he was live on the alt or something before I went to bed, and when I'd wake up in the morning he'd still be live. good times.

ironically despite us being in completely different time zones, I also mostly catch the morning crew bc morning is when I have the most free time lol so 🤝

the sims 4 convo was so funny because I also used to cycle wildly being between obsessed with the sims 4. I saw on twitter that we got a few more people being like "I didn't know wilbur from lovejoy was a twitch streamer" bc of the stream yesterday or they knew but they only knew him from lovejoy and didn't catch a stream until then, and their introduction to the lead singer of lovejoy's twitch was him talking about not leaving his house for a week bc he was playing the sims 4 for 16 hours a day. what an impression.

shoutout to karl jacobs coming out of left field that was fun

his singing has improved so much it's so lovely to see!!! I definitely remember the voice crack days and I kept waiting for his voice to crack when he sang yesterday and it just didn't happen.

ooooo best of luck learning to play npt!! seems like such a fun song to play and sing along too

[canyouhearthelight]

Nihilus Rex, Ch. 34: Out Tonight

So. Before anyone comes after me, Lash's outfit - specifically the shimmery top - is insipred by a hijabi creator on Tiktok. She very literally styled a similar top, basically as jewelry. Hence why Fatima has it.

Beta read by the ever patient @baelpenrose

Let's go out tonight

I have to go out tonight

You wanna prowl, be my night owl

Well, take my hand, we're gonna howl out tonight

Rent, “Out Tonight”

Lash

“Hoo boy,” I muttered, looking at my reflection in the mirror.  Mama had basically given me the boots with a wink, much to my horror.  In lieu of a skirt that I felt confident would stay put, I’d managed to thrift an incredibly soft pair of skinny jeans that had likely been black originally but had faded to charcoal gray.  A bottle of bleach and some cotton swabs later, and I had created a pattern that fell halfway between glyphs and circuitry. It was the top that Fatima had loaned me that had me hesitating.  I had failed utterly to consider that Fatima was a lifelong hijabi, and therefore any tops she owned were basically accessories that went over her more modest layers - a minimum of two layers, possibly three.  I had just seen a sliver metallic slip of fabric and decided it was perfect.

It covered basically nothing.

I had managed to put a black bathing suit top underneath it, which combined with a few very long necklaces at least covered something.  But I would definitely need a very thick jacket to get out of the neighborhood with my dignity intact.

And probably keep the jacket on until we get to campus, I decided as I pinned a silver chain over my hair to keep it somewhat contained. At least almost no one from class is likely to recognize me.  I grabbed my flat iron to fix one stubborn piece of hair, finishing just as my phone chirped.

“Punctual bastard,” I muttered, grinning.  Spinning my jacket over my shoulders, I zipped it to my chin as I raced to the door. “Mama! Baba! Nils is here, so we’re heading out.  I should be home before midnight!”  Without waiting for a response, I shut the door behind me only to realize I had nearly walked straight into my date.

“Hi.”

Nils blinked at me several times rapidly, opened his mouth, shut it, then opened it again. “Hi.” He was dressed in his jacket, but beneath it was a solid V-neck that I was almost certain he’d tailored to his lean body, with leather bracelets on his wrists traced with intricate designs. Tailored slacks, and heavy boots of his more usual style. “Excited for tonight?” 

I nodded breathlessly. “And hoping the weather holds out.  The jacket isn’t the plan, but what’s underneath won’t hold up if the temps drop more than about ten degrees.”  I looked at my feet and hoped he couldn’t see my face darken in embarrassment.

“Now I’m even more excited. Come on, we have a party to get to.” He offered me his arm.

“As long as we’ve got a ride there.  These boots were decidedly not made for walking.”

“I’m driving, Lash. And limiting the drinking correspondingly.” 

I nodded again, relaxing. “Thank you. Fatima has to get up early to take the girls’ to school, so I really do need to be home by midnight.  Tomorrow is Baba’s first day back at work, and I want to be there in the morning to see him off.”  I glanced up out of the corner of my eye, but thankfully Nils just nodded.  He opened the passenger door, and all gentleman-like handed me into the slick silver car.  Mrs. Katherine would be proud, I had to admit.

True to form, on the other side of our ten-minute drive, he helped me back out of the car and triple checked that it was locked before we made our way to the humanities building.  “Public debut?” I murmured. “As a couple, or as Nihilus Rex and the Phoenix Queen?”

“Officially, as a couple,” he murmured back. “To those who can figure out the connection from where we were at the hospital, to everything else about how we play, it will also announce us as the latter. And allow us to make our play using Weasel as a patsy without losing the credibility of him having done our spectacular work for us. We are, after all, too hot to be incels.” 

“In that case, I am so glad for what I’m about to do.”  The hesitation I’d felt looking at my reflection melted away the second I realized that I wasn’t exposed, I was armed.  Nils gripped my hand tight and shook it, trying to get my attention, but I knew if I looked at him there was a chance something would falter.  Instead, I strode confidently to the edge of the crowd outside the humanities building and unzipped my jacket.  Shrugging it off, I handed it to Nils, finally looking up at his face.

I couldn’t tell if he was seeing God or Satan, but he was very much having a religious experience, from what his expression gave away. A suspicion he confirmed by murmuring, reverently, “Oh God, let me give you my life…”

“Like you said, you can’t be an incel if you have something this hot,” I sighed, still somewhat nervous.  Shaking out my hair in hopes the sweat on my neck would dry, I steeled myself. “Let’s go be visible.”  I started to walk, only to be held back by his hand.  Looking back at him, he had a very confusing expression on his face. I shook his hand firmly. “Nils.  Come on. This was your idea.”

Nils shook his head, then followed me. “Right, our public debut.” He walked into the party, each of us on each other’s arms, and waved at people as we swept into the courtyard, music pumping and music playing. We were definitely visible enough to have pictures taken, and Nils waved, the easy charisma he’d played up during our TV appearance making an appearance. “You’re amazing, Lash. Food first, drinks, or dancing?” 

“Food… I was honestly too nervous earlier today to eat anything,” I admitted.  “So drinks are going to be a terrible idea until I find some meatballs or - OOO!  Sliders! Even better.”  Nils sounded like he was choking down what I hoped was a laugh as I skipped toward a platter of turkey sliders.  With zero hesitation, I made two plates, complete with spicy mustard. I managed one bite before spinning back to him. “It’s smoked turkey, you have to try these.”

I already had the one I had bitten up to his mouth before he smirked, taking a bite out of my hand and offering me one in turn. “Awesome.” 

I blushed when I realized that I had broken the cool-calm-collected illusion, but realized almost as quickly that the best way to sell us being a couple was to… be a couple. It just looked natural, because it was.  “There’s ham, too, if you want any,” I forced out, trying to keep going. “You know how I am about pork, but I bet it’s just as good as the turkey.” 

“I’ll hold off for now.” His smile was quiet, but he put together another slider. “Oh, I think I see a fruit plate - and a whole platter of fried veggies. Interested?” 

The glance I gave him was half a scowl at best. “You know I’m a slut for fried veggies. Lead on.”

The sound he made was somewhere between a laugh, a growl, and a choking sound as though he’d tried to prevent both from escaping. “Eyeah, I do know this.” 

Doing my best to ignore the feral sounds he was creating, I followed him and reminded myself the best way to seem familiar is to be familiar. As he scooped veggies on my plate, I noticed something about the designs on his cuffs and realized they had to be custom ordered. A chess king and a phoenix, on one, and on the other, entangled iconography from my cultures and from the religion he’d grown up in. A Cross, bound in Samsara, which also entangled two Crescents. Nandi with a laurel crown…

He set the plate in my hands. “Hopefully it’s fried the way you like it.” One hand, just barely trembling, brought a piece to my lips.

I stared in his eyes, taking a bite.  Unfortunately, I completely ruined the effect I was going for by immediately closing my eyes and throwing my head back. “Pakoras!  Someone brought pakoras, they’re soooo good.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Nils started laughing. “Gotta love the anthro department, right? For culinary reasons if nothing else.” He snatched one off the plate. “May I?” 

“It would probably be cleaner than if I shove them in your face, yeah,” I admitted. “The really skinny ones are okra, just a heads up - as in a warning to save me some.”  The more I thought of this as just a normal interaction, the easier it became.  And there was honestly nothing here to fake, either than my confidence at being half naked from the waist up.  As long as the weather held out, I could forget about that.

Nils was looking around, eyes lingering on me every so often - and for a while every time they fell on me. “Good food, music is…Oh, this song is great. After we’ve eaten, want to try dancing?” 

“Let’s sit while we finish eating,” I suggested. “Heels, long periods on feet, not a great combination.  I’ll find a table if you’ll get some water?” Water sounded safe at the moment.

“Absolutely.” He drifted off to the drinks table. 

Glancing around, I found a table that looked abandoned and, after topping up some snacky foods, went to claim it.  Since the water was bottled, Nils was right behind me by the time I sat down.  “I would take the boots off for a second, but then I won’t be able to get them back on,” I admitted while rubbing my feet the best I could through them.  “I really need something flatter in the future. Marvel be damned, heels just are not practical.”  I took the proffered bottle and swapped it for a plate.  “I found meatballs.”

Nils took my information about heels with easy neutrality. “Fair enough. At some point we can absolutely take you shopping for formal shoes that are more comfortable.” He took the plate. “Oh my god I love you.” He stabbed one with a fork, and looked at me. “You going to be okay?” 

“I’ll be fine,” I promised around a bite of the same. “I’m just glad that I need to be home before midnight… The reality is that I’m not even worried about dancing barefoot, I’m worried that the boots will be stolen. Do you have any idea how much these would cost to replace?  Almost two grand.” I didn’t even let him hazard a guess, despite knowing he probably would have known.

“Lock them in the car if you need to?” He said, eyebrows cocked slightly. “I trust your judgment but if you’re hurting yourself out of fear of something getting stolen, we do have alternatives.” 

“Let’s get through this one night and try to somehow look cool and sexy and not nerdy-cute, and I promise I’ll never wear them again.  I can probably get some knee high combat boots if I knock out five more commissions.” I saw him open his mouth to say something and gestured threateningly with a meatball fork. “No. You are not buying them for me.”

“I tried,” he grumbled.

“You did,” I relented, finishing my plate.  “Okay, once you’re done, let’s go mingle and try to be bleeding edge cool, maybe dance if that won’t ruin the illusion.”

Nils threw back a bit of water and chomped down a few more sliders. “Alright. Game on?” He extended his hand to me. 

Trying to sell the upcoming illusion, I rested my fingers daintily in his hand. “From here on out, all conversation is tech, art, and finance.  Bleeding edge, keep that in mind. Networking.”

“Right. More to make our other personalities credible to those paying attention. Little hints about our politics for those listening.” He gently pulled me to my feet, and we walked over to the space where I could see at least a few people we knew from classes. 

“Time for the King and Queen to meet their investors.”

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

#1, 4, 5, and 24 for the writing ask game!

the last sentence you wrote

Ghostbur smiles, keeping one hand over the girl and one hand over the boy, grateful that they’re small enough to both fit on his lap; they’re much too cold, and they need to get warmed up.

For context, this is a modern AU where he works at an animal sanctuary! In this bit he’s taking care of two baby sheep :)

a story idea you haven’t written yet

So many!!! One of the more recent ones is a Wingfeather Saga fic :0

It takes place post-canon, so after the fourth book, and it really just… I guess explores Artham & Arundelle’s relationship! It’s heavily heavily heavily inspired by Turning Out Pt.iii by AJR (the song does contain swearing and one slightly inappropriate lyric, just so you know!).

It’s gonna be a very long one-shot. More serious vibes, with lots of emotion. It’s from Artham’s POV, and he’s dealing with… a lot of things. He loves Arundelle very dearly and they’re planning to marry super soon, but he’s also really struggling with thoughts about how worthy he is to be her husband; is he worthy to be her husband? He doesn’t feel worthy. He feels like he’s not good enough for her, that she deserves someone better, someone less broken.

So the story follows that plot line :) I’m very excited for it!! Haven’t gotten around to writing down a single word for it though.

first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

For three, the doctors always do all these weird things that don’t make any sense, like sending a hammer down on your knee, or sticking a hammer-looking thing into your ear, or pushing a white stick all the way to the back of your throat until you feel like throwing up.

I’m gonna cheat a little bit and share some more of this WIP, because it makes me quite happy and I really enjoy the story I came up with :)

Doctor visits are bad.

They’re always bad; there’s just not anything good about doctors, or doctor visits. Tommy reckons that if he ever met a doctor on the street, he’d punch their stomach and make them breathe all funny, and then he’d steal their eyes.

For one, the place is cold—always, without fail. Cold. The waiting room, the hallways, the examination room or whatever it’s called. It’s all just cold. Even the doctor’s hands are cold. Tommy hates the cold.

For two, the whole thing is a real big invasion of privacy. There are certain things that Tommy would rather not have anybody look at, least of all complete strangers with cold hands.

For three, the doctors always do all these weird things that don’t make any sense, like sending a hammer down on your knee, or sticking a hammer-looking thing into your ear, or pushing a white stick all the way to the back of your throat until you feel like throwing up. It’s all just weird. Tommy can’t make any sense of any of it.

And those are just some of the reasons; there’s a whole lot more, but Tommy doesn’t really want to go through all of them, because that’ll just make him angry, and he doesn’t like to be angry.

But in short: doctors are bad, doctor visits are bad, and Tommy really despises the whole lot of it.

But as much as he hates doctor visits, he knows that Ghostbur hates them more. Ghostbur’s always hated them more.

how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

This is a bit of an ironic question, because I’ve actually been in writers block for several weeks now 😅

What I usually do is not force myself to write. I’ve noticed that whenever I’ve done that in the past—made myself write even if I felt uninspired and generally Bleh—then I ended up really disliking whatever I wrote, and I wouldn’t want to return to it. That’s unfortunately happened with several of my fics before :(

So yes, I basically take a little break from writing until the inspiration comes back! In the meantime, I spend time doing other things, like reading, playing ukulele/guitar, watching Dream SMP, going really crazy over a show, so on and so forth.

Typically, after a little bit of a writing break, I snap out of the creative slump and am able to go back to writing :)

[hardtchill]

For me it’s very similar to the other anon. I’m turning 25 this year and I’ve still not got my bachelors degree because I had to quit my first go around at uni since i physically couldn’t learn for my exams. Granted it was compounded by other issues such as depression and anxiety but i genuinely believe that a not insignificant part of those issues come from the fact that adhd makes it near impossible to organise myself (unmedicated btw).

Seeing this on my feed rn is kind of ironic since even though im in my third year of a degree that I actually enjoy now, I literally dropped out of an exam that I was supposed to write today cuz I couldn’t revise. It’s not like I didn’t have the time and I’ve known for weeks about the deadline, but with every assignment or exam I push my own boundaries further and further back until I can’t do it anymore. Last semester I crammed 84 pages worth of notes in under 48h, an exam mind you that I’d pushed back over a year and was literally my last shot or I’d not be allowed to continue with my studies. I barely slept, I was throwing up, but I somehow passed, and with a good grade at that. Since then my brain is like, well you managed to do that that one time so you can totally afford to wait until the DAY before an exam to finish it. Or write a 15 page paper in a day.

And you know what, maybe I can. But the problem is the cost. It’s killing me. I find that it’s also very isolating cuz generally people don’t have a lot of empathy for this? So I end up pulling back from everyone including my best friends until I’m at a point again where I can be around people without letting on how incredibly bad I’m doing. Or I just straight up lie so they don’t know that I’ve not done the things i said I would do.

And all this is not just within the framework of academia. It’s also impacted my wellbeing in a more general sense - cooking for myself is hard because I tend to not listen to my body’s cues until I’m on the verge of passing out cuz i forgot to eat or drink, or by the time I’m hungry I still have to make a meal so I end up ordering something cuz it’s faster. Same with showering daily or brushing your teeth. Getting any routine started in general and sticking with it. I’ve been meaning to start exercising again but I keep delaying it for no reason. I’ve worked out regularly in the past so I know it’s something that I enjoy and that makes me feel good but despite that I’m still stuck in this place of inertia? It’s awful.

I’ve talked to some friends who also have adhd about it and the inability to start something cuz it isn’t instantly gratifying or that doesn’t align with an interest but is an obligation is quite common. Can I binge 7 seasons of a reality show in a week if it really interests me? Hell yeah! (I do watch everything at 2x speed cuz everyone talks too slow lmao but still). Will i fly through a massive book and literally forego sleeping if it means getting through more of it if im really invested? Absolutely. 1500 puzzle? Massive Lego set? Yep! Taking notes from a textbook for an assignment? Literally kill me right now.

I’m sorry for this long ass message and idek if you’re gonna read all of this but yeah just wanted to share my experience. Adhd is absolutely not quirky or a superpower and I wish there was a better understanding of it out there because it makes me my own worst enemy every day.

Ugh anon i feel you so much. I have skipped on many an exam during my bachelors because i just couldn't concentrate, focus or start revision. It's completely miserable to literally see the time go by where you feel the stress but you just cannot get your brain to start on what you need to do.

Any time i told teachers and now colleagues that i work well with deadlines i get told i'm not motivated enough because if i was i wouldn't need deadlines. That's just so unfair! My brain is graving dopamine, it's not laziness that my brain does this, it's literally just ADHD.

This is the same reason why your brain (usually) jumps into action when that crippling anxiety hits, because you're so close to a deadline that your brain can smell the dopamine.

The only reason that i finished my 6 month thesis is because i had many mini deadlines during those 6 months. I felt the anxiety to finish a part of it every month and i had a teacher who was very nice and gave you compliments when you did (DOPAMINE). If i didn't have that i would still be writing my thesis now.

ADHD is so misunderstood by so many people. It affects every part of your life and the negative consequences are so much bigger and impactful than the potential positive outcomes. I mean yeah i'm creative and can think fast, awesome but that doesn't make up for the anxiety, stress and grief you go through anytime your brain just doesn't want to start something.

[shiftingdiariesofophelia]

little update for you guys:

so i’ve had literally no time for shifting recently 💀 I haven’t even attempted in a month or so.

and i know everyone’s like “make time!” or “shifting is easy just do ___!” girl i’m telling you i’m up at 6 in the morning and my day isn’t over until 11, then i need to go to sleep and do it all again the next day. having responsibilities sucks ass.

BUT- in the meantime, I’ve been exploring potential DRs and making pinterest boards and cute little spotify playlists and basically it’s the main way i’m attached to shifting right now. My living situation has changed (positive) but that’s a whole other mess and basically Ophelia has NO time ❌

So updates might be slow until i move into my dorm in August, but anyway here’s a new list of some of my drs in case anyone is looking for a new place to shift:

So, I have my Hogwarts DR right? But honestly, it’s not really my main focus at the moment. i’m really just trying to get to my waiting room before i decide where the hell i’m going. this dr is cute and adorable and feels very homey to me. i’ve actually considered permashifting there tbh. it’s the world i’ve scripted the most for and what ignited my shifting journey.

Then, I have a Fame dr. kind of obligatory at first but the more i was getting into it, the more shit i’ve added and i actually love it now. it’s a mid-2010s and onward fame dr, so it’s like 2015 where i’m shifting. i’ve scripted to start out on broadway (OBC for katherine pulitzer in newsies), eventually working my way to the acting industry and then the music industry. i’ve got at least three albums planned and I even have an idea for a directorial debut limited series. I’ve also scripted myself into movies and shows that don’t exist in my cr so i’m excited to see how that goes!

I have some ideas for a marvel/Avengers dr. I’m a Greek demi-goddess with questionable parentage, but I insert myself into Tony’s life right around the first Iron Man. With weird time mechanics and whatever I just want to be besties with peter parker and train with strange and bucky tbh. extended found family is what i live for

I’m working on an Avatar: The Last Airbender dr lmao. i wanna be a fire bender so bad it’s unreal. I’m also adding separate countries under the same nation. like yes, there’s the earth kingdom and fire kingdom, but they have separate designations sort of like the southern and northern water tribes.

I’m thinking of a pjo/camp-half-blood dr because that would be cool as hell. going on quests with the gang and having powers?? i’d probably script some stuff in or out but the idea is really cool to me and i was always a percy jackson kid

lost in space dr !!! if you don’t know what i’m talking about there’s an original series from years ago or there’s a netflix reboot but basically this is a found family dr that takes place in space/alien planets and there’s a robot. maureen and john robinson are so mother and father coded it’s unreal.

hawkins, indiana dr but not “really” a stranger things dr because i don’t want to traumatize these kids or be traumatized myself lmao i’m basically just living in hawkins but all the friend groups are the same. also i’m dustin’s older sister because he’s adorable.

youtuber dr where i’m in weird/conspiracy core youtube and make those sorts of videos. i wanna make content with some of my more niche weird faves like wendigoon, nexpo, etc. this is really niche for a dr but i think it’s gonna be fun as hell.

bridgerton dr, y’all fr need to get in on this. new pretty dresses every day, men competing for my hand in marriage, elitist politics, orchestral music, flowers everywhere- it’s just going to be a good time i know it.

The 100 but specifically seasons 1-2 (MAYBE 3). Less death and more fun but with some scripting i think the idea of a society run by delinquent teenagers from space who are also fighting barbaric remnants of a destroyed civilization sounds cool as HELL bro. But i finished the show and the plot after the time jump isn’t what I want so i’m gonna script the hell out of the actual plot to make it fit what i want.

Trap House dr ! (another youtuber dr, shockingly) with the trap house circa the late 2010s. ghost hunting with sam and colby, talking shit with jake and corey, doing stupid shit and partying and just having a good time bro. i’m also scripting out Elton 🙈

narnia dr but specifically from LWW through the golden era of narnia. ruling over a mythological land with the pevensies, exploring the lands as far as they go, learning the lore with the other places in the world narnia exists in (where the telmarines come from and the other nations), i just think it’d be cool as hell.

and i want to figure out how to make like a zombie (potentially TWD or TLOU) dr without it being traumatizing 😭😭 stay tuned for how that works out lmaooo

[atomic-thomas]

(Fake ASMR Commission) A Date With Your Meteorologist Wife Goes Horribly Wrong [Part 5]

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*play that generic restaurant music you always use until specified stopping point*

“Hahhhhh… What a lovely night. It’s been awhile since we’ve sat down & just… Had a date together.”

…

“I’ve been busy with weather related stuff. But I can always make time for my beloved F6~ Hehe~” "And... Bonus... We have the diner all to ourselves. How quaint."

…

“Yeah, let’s look at the menu.”

“Ooo, wow. That’s quite the selection.”

…

“Hmmm… All of these look pretty good. To be honest, I’ll probably just get the same things as you. I’m not really picky.”

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“Oh My God, they really have a tornado themed beverage. Haha~ Didn’t notice that at first glance. Classic Oklahoma.”

“Oh, there’s our-… Wait… Sam?!”

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“Wow, fancy meeting you here. Didn’t think you’d take up being a waiter at a restaurant. When did you start working here?”

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“This is your first day on the job. Well, that’s a perfect little coincidence. Me & my spouse are having a night out together. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a proper date.”

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“Yeah, you know me… Chasing storms with you guys… Documenting weather… Meteorology… The works.”

“Anyway, the food here looks really good. We’re gonna have the same things… So… Two of the following.”

“We’ll have the Tornado Smoothie & Oklahoma Fried Onion Smash Burger. And we’ll have the Pecan Pie for dessert.”

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“Heh… Yeah, we’re ordering our dessert ahead of time. No need to ask us later. Thanks, Sam.”

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“So… Honey… I wanted to address something about that, uh… Glitter Tornado.”

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“You would not believe the amount of people who approached me after the fact & called me crazy. And ya know what? I don’t even blame them. I’m the one who neglected to mention the fact that the glitter I used was biodegradable.”

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“It was so obvious in hindsight, Of course that glitter was biodegradable. If it wasn’t, I would’ve committed an act of mass littering. Only villains do that.”

“Anyway, after we eat, do you wanna go clothes shopping? I wanna see how I’d look in a Wild Western outfit.”

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“You know… Boots with spurs… A ten gallon hat… A cowgirl vest… Really sells the Oklahoma look.”

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“Of course you’d think I’d look great. I am your wife after all. Haha~ Ahhh… I love you, sweetie~”

*rumbling thunder outside*

“Oh… Wow, didn’t think we’d get a thunderstorm tonight.”

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“I can always appreciate a good thunderstorm. It beats the heat & bugs… Literally. It’s also a lot prettier to look at than boring blue skies.”

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“It’s ironic because heat is the reason we get storms. Whenever there’s a hot humid day, the atmosphere feels like a powder keg that’s about to explode. Storms are basically nature’s way of rewarding us for enduring the muggy heat.”

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“This probably isn’t a surprise to you, but I vastly prefer cool stormy weather over warm sunny weather. It just feels so much more comfortable. And the lightning… Nature’s light show.”

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“Of course I experienced storms when I was living in the northeast. They aren’t that rare, but… They pretty much only happen during the Summer. The abundant heat is necessary for storm production. During one Summer in particular, we basically got a thunderstorm every day. It was awesome!”

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“The most intense storm we ever got was a Nor’easter. It’s basically a mini hurricane. And I really do mean mini. The one I experienced caused damage to trees & blew branches everywhere, but… It wasn’t really that bad to be honest. Wind speeds were only around 50 miles per hour & nothing significant happened. It just kinda passed & no one really cared. It was fun though.”

*sound of phone vibrating*

“Oh… One sec. My phone vibrated.”

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“Wait… Yours did to? What the-...”

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“TORNADO EMERGENCY?! WHAT?!”

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“No, no, no, no, no, no… This can’t be happening right now… Why now?! It’s night time!”

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“Nocturnal Tornadoes are the worst because you can’t see them. You need to rely on lightning or power flashes to know where they are.”

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“Oh… Sam… You heard, right?”

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“Yeah, tell the chefs to forget the food. Everyone needs to evacuate immediately.”

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“What do you mean we can’t?”

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“The diner doesn’t have a shelter. Why does that matter? We have cars. We can just drive away.”

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“Aaaargh, you’re right. That’s even more dangerous. We need a safe spot. What do we do?”

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“A ditch. That’s right! I remember seeing one outside the diner when we drove in. Honey, grab a table cloth & follow me. Quickly!”

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“I’ll explain on the way. The longer we stand around doing nothing, the more danger we’re putting ourselves in. Sam, gather your co-workers & follow suit. Now let’s go!”

*restaurant music stops here. need a few sound effects to play immediately after. a door opening sound. preferably with a bell because that makes sense for a restaurant. need the sound of the standard gale force wind sound you've been using playing until a certain point. and the sound of running footsteps until a certain point. I know it’s a lot, but… immersion. lol*

“The table cloth will serve as a blanket when we lay in the ditch. We’ll use it to cover us.”

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“It’s not the cloth that’ll provide the most protection. It’s the ditch itself. The cloth is just a buffer for any minor debris.”

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“Tornadic winds don’t travel downward. If we lay low in the ditch, the majority of the wind & debris will pass over us. It’s our only chance.”

*running stops*

“Oh thank God the ditch is deep. That’s really good depth. Get in, honey. Quickly!”

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“Just lay down with me. I’ll cover us with the cloth. Hold on tight!”

*at this point, I want a special gale force wind sound effect played here for the next 30 seconds without any talking. I’ll provide it in a Tumblr DM.*

*after the tornado lifts, just play the sound of gentle rain until the end of the audio.*

“*pant, pant, pant…* It’s gone… It’s over…” “That was… An experience I don’t think we’ll ever forget.”

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“Shhhhh… It’s okay, sweetie. I’m here for you.”

“Just nuzzle into my chest. I’ll do whatever you want to relieve your stress, okay?”

“Mmm~” *kiss*

...

“Oh… Hey Sam. Glad to see you made it through all that.”

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“No, you’re not interrupting anything. We’re just… Having a moment.”

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“Yeah, it's a miracle that the tornado roped out when it did. Any later & it would’ve caused major damage to the city. This could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Are your co-workers okay?”

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“Good. The ditch was a great idea. Still though... Some first day on the job, eh Sam?”

...

“Alas… We never did get to eat that Oklahoma Fried Onion Smash Burger.”

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“Heh… That got a chuckle out of my spouse. Gotta keep our spirits up in times like these.”

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“Yeah, let’s get out of this ditch. It’s cramped in here.”

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“*grunt* Thanks Sam.”

“Come on, honey. Up you go.”

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“Whew… So… What rating do you think that tornado will get?”

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“Hmmm… F3, huh? I was also thinking that. Definitely felt like an F3. I’m not entirely sure though. It could probably pass as a high end F2.”

… "We could survey the damage ourselves & come to a conclusion based on that." ... "Well, the diner didn't get completely slabbed so we can rule out F4 & 5." "Yikes, that's definitely not F2 damage though. I can't believe I even considered that." ... "Good point. There's still some structural integrity. But not much. It was probably an F3." ... "I'm not pushing it to 4. The diner wasn't that well constructed. I think 3 is fair enough." ...

“Well… Guess we’ll have to wait for an official rating from the National Weather Service.”

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“Oh, you’re heading home now. That’s fine. Me & my spouse need to… Discuss some things. See ya on the flip side, Sam.”

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“So… How are you feeling, honey?”

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“Like you need a break from tornadoes. To be honest… Same. Even for me, that was way too much.”

“I have an idea. How would you like to visit Vermont? My original home state. Tornadoes are almost non-existent up there.”

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“Heh… Of course you want to. Expecting anything less than a resounding Yes would’ve been silly.”

“I’ll book a round-trip flight for us. My treat.”

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“I have complained about northeastern weather being too dull. It’s the reason I moved to Oklahoma in the first place. But after going through… That… I think I can embrace the mundane northeastern weather with open arms for a change.”

“And of course… We need to attempt this date again. That tornado completely ruined it.”

“I’ll introduce you to Vermont culture. You deserve to know what it’s like.”

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THE END

[guywithn0name]

-Alphabet headcanons-

;re2r Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy x any gender reader

🎸 | Masterlist | 🎸

This is set in a universe where no zombies ever happened and he’s just a silly little happy rookie cop :) I’ve written wayyyyyy too many alphabet heacanons by now, this is my third already (-｡-; I’m also so inactive lately like wtfff (◞д◟)

Warnings: not proofread

-‘A’ is for AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?)

He’s super affectionate. He might be a bit too shy and awkward to show his affection in a physical way at first, but after a while he’ll sometimes hold your hand or give you a simple hug. He likes it when you initiate the hug or hand holding for example, it’ll definitely make him smile. Leon’s love language is words of affirmation and giving acts of service. He loves helping people and especially you in any way he can, he also likes giving and receiving affirming words, like a simple “great work” or “you did well”.

-‘B’ is for BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestfriend?)

Leon is the type of guy to send you a meme in the middle of the night when he’s supposed to be sleeping with the caption like ‘USS!!’ or ‘we should do this sometimes!!’. Leon also always knows when you’re sick or something. It’s like his sixth sense. If you ever call him, even for something minor like needing something from the store. He’ll stop what he’s doing if he can just to do what you asked. (he can’t just stop working to help you, even if he wants to)

-‘C’ is for CUDDLES (how and do they like to cuddle?)

He really likes to cuddle with other you, even more after a long day of being a police officer. People always assume he’s the little spoon when you two cuddle, because he acts like a literal golden retriever around you. In reality he’s the big spoon normally, Leon liked the feeling of having his arms around you and holding you close like you’ll never disappear out of his life. He also likes it when you lay on his chest or something like that, he loves feeling your weight on him while you cuddle.

-‘D’ is for DOMESTIC (if they settle down, how will they help?)

He can’t cook, at all. Tho, Leon would be super excited to live with you. He would do all the other chores that he can, like doing the laundry, dishes and other minor housework like that. I also think he literally cannot iron clothes and he’s just too scared of burning himself or something while doing it. (Me too tbh-) He’s also a pretty neat person, but not in a neat freak way. He just can’t stand living in a messy environment.

-‘E’ is for ENDING (how would the break up go?)

Teary. Leon would probably at a 99.999% chance cry if y’all break up. If you cheated and he finds out he’s definitely crying. It doesn’t really matter on why you two broke up, but he’d definitely cry.

-‘F’ is for FIANCÉ (how do they feel about marriage)

Leon wants to get married at some point, but he doesn’t want that until you’re both financially stable since he doesn’t want to mess it up. Tho, he’d probably buy a promise ring of types for you two since he also wants you to always remember he’s here and you just have to wait a bit for marriage if you want it.

-‘G’ is for GENTLE (how gentle are they?)

Leon is a pretty gentle guy. He’s an absolute sweetheart just in general, getting you gifts and he does other acts of service to you as a way to show his affection to you.

-‘H’ is for HUGS (do they like hugs?)

Leon loves hugs, no joke. He’d be a little weirded out if like a stranger hugged him, but if someone he knows hugs him. You better believe that he’s gonna be all smiles for a while after it.

-‘I’ is for I LOVE YOU (when do they say I love you for the first time?)

Leon would probably say ‘I love you’ for the first time on your second date. He was admiring you and it just kinda slipped out. Leon definitely was a blushing mess after realising he said ‘I love you’ to you.

-‘J’ is for JEALOUSY (do they get easily jealous? And if they do, what will they do?)

Leon isn’t a jealous person, he trust you and he knows you aren’t gonna cheat on him. But if someone comes up and flirts with you, and he sees you’re uncomfortable with it. Then he’ll try to defuse the situation by telling the person that you two are dating, or just taking you somewhere else if possible. It isn’t out of jealousy, very very rarely is it out of jealousy. Most of the time it’s because another person is flirting with you and you looked uncomfortable with the flirting.

-‘K’ is for KISSES (how often do they like to get or give kisses, and where?)

He likes getting kisses on his forehead or cheek, especially after a long day at the police station. Leon likes that sweet kind of love, so he likes giving you quick pecks on the lips or on your cheek. Leon does give less kisses in public than he does in private. I don’t think Leon is someone who does pda often.

-‘L’ is for LITTLE ONES (how are they with kids?)

He’s good with kids, even tho he might be a little awkward around them. Leon is also super gentle around kids. Picking them up carefully and just generally being a good guy around kids. Leon probably did a job babysitting some kids when he was a teenager, he just gives me that vibe of a past teenage babysitter. It also helps with his patrols sometimes when he has to talk to a child or something like that.

-‘M’ is for MORNINGS (how are mornings with them?

Leon likes to take his damn time in the morning and that’s why he’s always late to things. He’s faster on weekdays, but Leon takes extra long to get ready in the morning on weekends when you two don’t have any plans. He’s also pretty cuddly in the morning while he’s still groggy and half asleep.

-‘N’ is for NIGHTS (how are nights with them?)

Leon definitely has a whole skincare routine along with a hair routine he does every night before bed. He also uses those headband things while he does his skincare and then after does his hair routine. Leon also falls asleep super easily, he’d be out like a light in a second.

-‘O’ is for OPEN (how open are they about themselves?)

Leon was pretty awkward at the start like I said earlier. But as time went on he started to open up more about his feelings and for example his parents death. It probably takes about a month or two for him to start to open up to you since he probably has some trauma of someone betraying his trust before so he just wants to be extra careful.

-‘P’ is for PATIENCE (how patient are they with you?)

Leon is one of the most patient people ever. He will wait as long as you need for you to open up to him. You will never meet someone as patient as him.

-‘Q’ is for QUIZZES (how much do they remember about you?)

Leon actually has pretty good memory. He’s good with faces but bad with names. He also remembers a good amount of small details you tell him, he’s also super attentive when you talk.

-‘R’ is for REMEMBER (what’s their favourite moment in the relationship?)

One of his favourite memories is when you two had your first kiss. Cheesy, I know. But Leon finds the first kiss such a special thing and you two definitely had your first kiss in a romantic and cute atmosphere. He was such a smily mess after it. Another one of his favourite memories was in the start of your relationship where you two were talking on the phone at like 1am and he was just talking about his interests all excited and you listed and asked questions time to time which made him even happier and talkier.

-‘S’ is for SECURITY (how protective are they?)

Leon isn’t really protective over you in a jealous way, but he will be there to protect you if you ask him to. He knows how to fight since he is a police officer after all.

-‘T’ is for TRY (how much effort are they putting into the relationship, dates and ect?)

Leon definitely has your anniversaries up in his calendar and you two go on a date when you have your anniversary. He also always remembers your birthday and gets you something on Valentine’s Day. He really cares about this relationship and doesn’t wanna mess it up so he always makes sure to put a lot of effort into the relationship.

-‘U’ is for UGLY (what’s a bad habit of theirs?)

Leon has a tendency to forget to take care of himself when he’s busy or just overwhelmed. He forgets to eat and even shower sometimes, and just taking care of himself in general. It would be good if you reminded him every once in a while and make or get him some food to eat, even a tiny snack or a bottle of water would be greatly appreciated.

-‘V’ is for VANITY (how insecure are they?)

Leon isn’t actually really insecure, just awkward really. His favourite part of himself is his eyes, but he doesn’t really have a least favourite part about himself. All in all, he isn’t very insecure.

-‘W’ is for WHOLE (do they feel whole without you?)

No and yes. It depends on how close you to are, and on why you aren’t around at the moment. If he or you are just at work, or don’t live together he’ll miss you but he doesn’t feel incomplete. But if you’re gone for a long time for a trip or something, he’ll start missing you a lot and Leon’s gonna send you a lot of text to check if you’re okay and stuff. But If you leave him for good or he leaves you. It really depends on how close you two were. If you had a close relationship or friendship, he’ll definitely miss you. But if you weren’t that close, he’d still miss you but he’d probably get over it at some point.

-‘X’ is for XTRA (extra headcanons about them)

Leon loves it when you play with his hair, but he doesn’t admit it straight up. He’d just subtly hint at loving it. He 100% uses lip balm, have you seen his lips in the game? It’s just proof he uses it every day. The lip balm is also like a raspberry tasting one. Leon can’t handle spicy food in the slightest. Give him anything relatively spicy and he cannot handle it.

-‘Y’ is for YUCK (what can they not stand?)

A big ick for Leon is bad smells. Sorry not sorry. He doesn’t like them, at all. A big part of this is the fact he had to witnesses his family’s death, but just in general he doesn’t like them. That’s also why he always somehow smells good. (except like after working out bc ppl sweat bro) He uses those good smelling brands too.

-‘Z’ is for ZLEEP (how is to sleep with them?)

Bro is basically a living heater while sleeping. Leon is also the type of guy who just physically cannot sleep without a blanket on, he just can’t. Even if it gets too hot for him he will not and cannot sleep without a blanket on. He’s also a super heavy sleeper. Leon’s the guy in the sleepover who has like ten alarms in for him to wake up and he wakes up to none of them and proceeds to wake up everyone else with me. He wouldn’t even wake up if a while bomb fell down, he just wouldn’t.

[fawnsflowerbed]

Headcanons for how leon texts the reader, please :3! Like how does he type and if he uses any emojis at all? Does he type a lot or very little? Is he still sarcastic through text, too? The whole shebang, whatever comes to mind, keep it comin! 💪🏻💪🏻 hehe

Bonus points if you can give examples of text messages or convos the reader has with him!! thank you! Love your work <33

YESSSSIRRR COMING RIGHT UPPPP

Leon rarely texts, but if he does it’s because he can’t talk to you in person or he has no time to call you.

He uses those little emoticon faces rather than actual emojis, just feels like more his style.

“Ur insufferable.”

‘Yeah but you love it :)’

‘So what you’re saying is you don’t love me anymore :(‘

“What I’m saying is u can’t keep threatening to drop missions to spend time with me, baby. You have a job to do.”

‘The job can wait in times like these >:(‘

He mostly does it to get a laugh out of you, which you appreciate.

He definitely sends you photos of things he finds while he’s abroad that he thinks you might like (especially if it’s purchasable)

‘Any of this catch your eye?’

“That one’s adorable! Don’t buy it for me or I’ll murder you.”

‘I’ll take my chances :)’

But if it’s not, he’s doing it just so you can see how gorgeous the area is. He hopes you know just how much he wants to take you out when he’s not on missions, how he can’t wait to be off duty so you can spend months planning a trip somewhere.

I feel like he doesn’t abbreviate?? I mean, if he’s gonna talk to you there’s no point in making it short. He’d spent hours texting you if he couldn’t make the time to call.

It’s very unlikely for him to use emojis, I feel like he- they piss him off. Makes him eye roll, so he’ll usually use them ironically. Either that or just for the little hearts or to add flair to his compliments cause he’s an absolute sap.

“You spent money on me didn’t you?”

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about 😇’

“My lunch was FULLY PAID FOR.”

‘Must’ve been a secret admirer. I must admit, I’m a little jealous, babe.’

‘💐 Can I interest you in a digital bouquet while I’m gone? Until I get home and give you a real one, obviously.’

(He does btw, he’s true to his word.)

‘😐’ (he uses this one a lot just to annoy you)

I feel like he also finds the strangest ones and just sends them to you.

For no reason.

‘🦃 why would I ever need to send someone a turkey?’

“Why r u asking ME when YOU are the one who sENT IT”

He’s not really a dry texter? But he’s also not really over the top.

‘Heading out for work, won’t have my phone on me. Love you sunshine xx’

‘Things are all good here, can’t wait to get home though. Just a few more hours.’

‘Got those last things you asked for, on my way back.’

I’m a firm believer in the fact that he uses ‘x’s

‘Be there in 5 sweetheart, I love you xx’

‘Just landed, gorgeous. Be there soon xx’

‘Going on duty, I’ll be safe for you, don’t worry x’

SARCASM. EVERYWHERE.

“Did you manage to catch your flight?”

‘No sweetheart, I ran halfway across town and hijacked a boat to get here. I’m just that good.’

“Asshole.”

‘You know you love me ‘,:)’

THAT FACE.

THAT ONE FUCKING FACE SPECIFICALLY.

HE KNOWS YOU HATE IT SO HE DOES IT ALL THE TIME.

Not really devoted to texting but he- He’s like an animal. He scavenges the fucking internet and handpicks jokes, animal videos and music he thinks you’d like and instantly sends them to you. When you hook your phone up to the car and boot up your playlist, if a song he picked for you starts playing he just instantly smiles.

In return you show him memes you and Helena found that sum up everyone at the D.S.O.

He loves them btw.

If he’s feeling particularly lazy or he’s driving he’ll send you voice memos instead. Usually you hear the rumble of his car in the background, or him fiddling with his stuff before starting up his bike.

[nitricaciddd]

Ok Tumblr is really bugging out and not letting me put text, then photos, then text again so I’m gonna have to add my extra thoughts this way lol

I originally got the idea for Iron Security when I started playing The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, which got me reminiscing about my experience playing The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild during a major lockdown. That then got me thinking about the Guardians and how cool they were, and around that time I wanted to try my hand at making my own paradox Pokemon design but never got the inspiration. The flying guardians flew into my brain and bumped into the word “Sigilyph” and BOOM! IDEA! I made an initial sketch of this concept with my finger on my phone before making it nice and neat on my iPad! Then I gave it even more eyes as a very faint nod to Unown, and the fact that I think it’d be cool to give a Pokémon that only has one eye (or three??? I still don’t know) even MORE eyes!

Since it’s essentially a drone, I gave it Sigilyph’s Flying type and gave it the rather stereotypical Electric type because I literally couldn’t think of what else to give it except Psychic again, which I couldn’t… if anyone can convince me that Iron Security should have a different primary typing I would be More than happy to hear your reasoning haha

(Also I imagine that when resting/recharging, Iron Security’s eye drones will go back into its belly-mouth, which then closes, and the beams of light propellors retract!)

(Oh it works on here yay) But then I wanted to challenge myself and make a Past paradox Sigilyph. I had No idea where to look so I just experimented until I made something I thought looked neat! I know that Sigilyph is based on the Nazca lines of a hummingbird, so that pointy bit on top must be the beak, right? Well, let’s actually Make it a beak then! So I drew this!

Don’t get me wrong, I still think this looks alright, but it wasn’t Perfect, so I figured I should just add a suitable line on the pointy bit to let people know that it’s an actual beak mouth, but still faithful to the original Sigilyph!

Another idea I had was, “Wait, paradox Pokémon get to have a whole new type, if I keep Flying for Iron Security, I need to use Psychic here, but what to add to it?”. Looking at it again and trying to make sense of whether the ‘eyes’ on Sigilyph’s belly were Actually eyes, and then it hit me. What if I make it like a ghost possessing an idol sort of look? Then I could make the weird threek feet into cool shadow hands! The look of the eyes inside the now open maw of a belly reminded me of Mimikyu, so I added those shine eyes it shows during Let’s Snuggle Forever, and the arms reminded me of Darkrai so I gave the arms a spike with Darkrai’s red (same red-pink on Darkrai’s shiny for Watching Talons’ shiny)! So, it’s a Psychic and Ghost type!

And there you are it! My thought processes and inspirations that go through my mind making this. Hope it was mildly interesting! Thank you for reading!!! :D

If you made it this far, do you have a favourite Pokémon that you feel is underrated? If you reply it to me I’d be very happy to draw them for you guys!

What’s up Gamers it’s ya boi Guzma time for your weekly dose of Sigilyph content! I made both Past and Future Paradox forms for our favourite avianoid ‘mon, BEHOLD!

Iron Security!

Electric/Flying type

The people of the future admired Sigilyph’s relentless dedication to patrol the ruins they typically live in, and constructed machines in their likeness as elite security systems to protect their homes and other important locations!

Watching Talons!

Psychic/Ghost type

Before being domesticated by ancient humans, these winged terrors would protect their territory with a supernatural fury. A possible ancestor of Sigilyph, Mimikyu and Darkrai!