#It's whatever I'm just. Bein dramatic...

[pupplushy]

Girlie I seriously think you don't know how sweet and kind you are. You're a wonderful person and I myself am very happy to call you my friend! You really do deserve each other, if only because you both make each other so so happy. Plus, you're very cute together :3c

Mm.. you're prolly right

[bbkoolkatz]

hi lovey! Back here with the Kats request sighhhh… (I’m not really that guilty 🫣) I have so many tests this whole week, won’t have much time to do anything at all Ughughughugh sooooo Kats forcing you to study even if you don’t want to 😞 or smth abt studying (not about taking a break tho 🫠🫠) taken too many of those I need to be disciplined to actually study and maybe a reward or punishment just for some extra motivation 🤭🤭

-💫

sorry I took so long bby 💫 lemme know if ya like. n good luck with ur tests ( ͡°³ ͡°)

"sit." katsuki ordered, pointing to the cushion he placed on the floor next to the coffee table.

"but i don't wanna!" you whined, flopping onto the couch dramatically, tossing your books onto the floor as if the table wasn't right there.

"boohoo." he mocked, picking you up from the comfort of the sofa to plop you down by the table. "y'got exams, 'n i'll be damned if I let ya fail 'cause y'wanna act like a goddamn brat."

"ugh, you're so mean," you grumbled, with all the enthusiasm of a child being sent to time-out.

"yeah? keep it up, 'n i'll show ya what mean really is," he sassed, throwing your notes down in front of you.

you silently mocked him, but he just stared at you, as he arched a brow, unimpressed. "y' think 'm jokin'?"

"mmm, I'm gonna say, yeah," you teased, shrugging your shoulders, nodding as you leaned back with a smug grin.

"okay." he leaned over the table, caging you in with his hands on either side of you, his face mere inches from yours. "here's how 's gonna work," he growled, "study like i tell ya to, or yer not gonna like what comes next. ya feel me?"

your cheeks flushed, but you refused to back down. "what makes you think i won't?"

" 'cause it's not a reward..." he folded his arms over his chest.

"a reward?" you blinked as your interest piqued. was that all you heard?... definitely.

"yep," he said, standing up straight, arms still crossed. "y' do what i say, and maybe, i'll give ya somethin' nice. keep bein' a pain in my ass-"

"what kind of reward?" you interrupted, squinting at him as you looked him up and down, suspicious.

"yer gonna have to behave 'n find out," he said with a shrug, smirk widening across his face.

your curiosity got the better of you, and with a dramatic sigh, you sat up straight and grabbed your notes. "fine," you grumbled, "better be worth it..." and mumbled.

"mhmm," he hummed, walking to sit across from you. "now, start with this." he pointed to the section of your notes you'd been avoiding.

you pouted but obeyed regardless, mumbling the words under your breath as you worked through the material. every time your focus drifted elsewhere, katsuki snapped his fingers or tapped the table, to get your attention back.

after what felt like an eternity, you finally finished the first section and you looked up at him, eyes big and hopeful. "do I get my reward now?"

he snorted. "y' finished one part. keep goin', 'n i'll think about it."

"you're evil," you whined, but you turned back to your notes, determined to earn whatever 'reward' he had for you.

by the time you'd finished another section, your head was spinning, and your patience was wearing thin. "can i have my reward now?" you asked, edgey and maybe a little desperate.

katsuki leaned back in the couch, red eyes flickering from your eyes to your pouty lips. "think y' earned it?"

you nodded, your entire face lighting up. he leaned forward, grabbing your chin and tilted your face up to meet his. he pressed a soft, slow kiss to your lips. "there ya' go." he rasped, face still barely a centimeter away from yours.

your heart raced at the action, and your cheeks grew hot. but before you could respond, he pulled back. "now get back to work."

"that's it?!" you complained, cheeks red with embarrassment. "i thought there'd be more..."

"keep workin'," he said, ignoring your outburst. "maybe y'll get 'more' if ya finish it all."

mlist!

[weebsinstash]

*strums guitar* you know who would be a total piece of shit, to be stuck up in Heaven fuckin FOREVER with

This douchebag! Gotta get some Adam content out before the finale drops and then I'm sure I'll be back for more then too!

I was listening to "You Didn't Know" again and I HATE this man, and because I hate him and he's an asshole, I can then see his wretched character doing shitty and debauched things

Which then means he's conceptually fuckable and we must discuss

I was sitting and thinking about. Ok in the most dramatic fucking way possible can you imagine being in the courtroom with Charlie as a Sinner Representative because you're dope like that, and Adam just starts fucking beefing with you on sight and you give it right back to him because HOMIE BASICALLY INVENTED MISOGYNY, you're standing in HEAVEN while an ANGEL looks you dead in the eye and calls you a CUNT like I wouldn't fucking tolerate it I'd be screaming at him like a feral beast, "why don't you look at your FEMALE BOSS and say that again, you dickless loser?!"

But can you imagine just having this insane BEEF, you guys are having MUSICAL DIAGETIC SINGING BEEF, and then, like. Either there in court or later on in the plot, hey, everything is good now, Sinners/you can ascend or we can go from heaven and hell and visit our families and everything is good now, yaaay! Or your name was mispelled on a form and it's like oh shit you were supposed to be in Heaven all along our bad and ONLY you are cool to "go upstairs"

And you can't even be happy about it because it's literally "oh cool I DO belong in Heaven!">wait but my friends are in Hell > oh fuck THAT ANGEL THAT HATES ME IS HERE, and sure enough he's standing there at the pearly gates to personally welcome you into Heaven, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, making it EXTREMELY CLEAR that he's basically gonna be stalking you because he wants to personally witness you fuck up and get sent back to Hell where he can kill you himself

Homie is back at base posting photos of you all over the walls like an insane person, "look at this tricky fucking bitch, fucking scheming, fucking planning something, fucking bitch" and even Lute is standing there, ".... that's a photo of them eating a sandwich, sir" and she's like TRYING to see where he's coming from but these are photos of you like SLEEPING and the suspicion that you might act out becomes an excuse to stalk you as he gets progressively more unhinged and perverted and frustrated (in more ways than one)

Let's also just discuss some baseline ideas! Abso fucking lutely do I see him as some, frat boy piece of shit who is always at least vaguely hostile to women so we're discussing female Reader specific ideas. Like imagine he's trying to actually be friendly and be cool with you or maybe you guys even hang out on good terms or whatever, maybe you both play guitar and he likes how you can shred it, and, he's the kinda guy to invite you to hang out and not specify other people are gonna be there so you get there and he's with his buddies and they're all talking about, gross shit like the size of the tits on the girl they last fucked, "oh hey did you sleep with Stacey" "fuck yeah I slept with Stacey you know that slut takes anyone", like, Adam deadass expects you to stand next to him with your red solo cup as they all talk about "the massive cow tits on that bitch" and if you even mildly imply this isn't entertaining "you're just bein a prude babe!"

Like Adam has no self awareness, he'll be saying horrid shit about women and then one of his buddies makes the most MILD of comments about you, "yeah your friend is kinda fuckable" and Adam is like in a RAGE, "hey man, that's not fucking cool! Let's go, outside NOW, fuckin step up, bro!" and he's brawling dudes for shit he's said about their conquests PLENTY of times

Just picturing the idea of like idk Saint Peter or even Emily flying around and they see you sitting on a bench outside far far away from where other people are and they fly down to greet you with the biggest smile, "hiya, how are you?" and you um look at them with such a genuinely dead, depressed, empty expression that they like cannot even fathom it. You're??? Unhappy??? In HEAVEN??? they cannot even comprehend it.

The real kicker is if you started to CRY and look this angel or seraph directly in the eyes as you ask, "can i... go back to Hell? I'm allowed to leave, right?" and THAT'S what raises massive red flags and sends that angel straight to their fucking boss. Sera would be over here, "oh she's having problems with Adam oh that's unfortunate but they'll sort them out -- WAIT WHAT DO YOU M E A N SHE WANTS TO LEAVE????" And,, oh, NOW they suddenly care about how happy you are, NOW they're suddenly willing to help maybe mildly keep Adam away from you. Because why? Because now you're potentially going to damage Heaven's perfect track record, and, geez they can't have you running around DEPRESSED, with your face looking all... ICKY and SAD! What if you made the other darlin-- I mean other residents of heaven sad and they maybe wanted to leave their precious angel protectors too? Huh? Ever think of that?

I love how I was sitting over here "what if like the entire Spider Society was yandere for the Reader" and ever since then my brain is like a puppy chasing treats, "what if I made this entire community mentally unhinged"

Also. Carmilla Carmine and her family + Zestial protecting Reader from Adam or any other angels because 👏 we can have as many mommies or daddies or fake family members as we want down here and that's the facts on that 👏

[starrclownshazbinblog]

Alastor and Angel's dynamic at different points in time.

{ When Angel first joined the hotel }

☆★☆

Alastor: You are disgusting and I hate you with every fiber of my being. You are the worst thing ever in my life. I never wanna see you again.

Angel: Don't you think ya bein dramatic Bambi?

Alastor: No.

Angel: *Sigh* Fine, I'll give ya your space.

*Angel leaves the room.*

*Alastor stands for 30 seconds*

Alastor: :( I thought we we're getting along.

{ Angel being at the Hotel for 4 months }

☆★☆

Alastor: I may have misjudged you, you are not as disgusting and egotistical as I once presumed. But I still don't trust you!

Angel: *Smiling* Whatever ya say, pass me the sprinkles would ya?

*Alastor hands Angel sprinkles so he can put them on the cupcakes for Nifty's birthday.

{ Angel and Alastor being around each other for 8 months }

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Alastor: Angel! *Storms over to Angel sitting on the couch.*

Angel: Ah Alastor, my favorite part of the day.

*Without warning Alastor asserts himself right infront of Angel and begins fixing his shirt collar.*

Angel: *Visible Confusion*

*Alastor pulls himself away, Angel's collar is now straight and flattened down.*

Alastor: There, now your pretty face will be the thing people see instead of your chest!

*Alastor walks away.*

Angel: ... *Stands up and follows Alastor.* Wait! You think I'm pretty!?

{ Angel and Alastor being at the hotel for a year }

☆★☆

Nifty: Mr. Angel?

Angel: Yes Miele?

Nifty: Doesn't mister Alstor not like people touching him?

Angel: Not unless he trusts you, that's why you and Husk can make contact with em.

Nifty: So why is Mister Alastor hugging behind you??

*Alastor is latched onto Angel from behind him like a baby monkey. He's asleep but Angel's second pair of arms are latched around him, keeping him stable*

Angel: He's just sleepy dear. :)

Platonic Radiodust is really interesting to me because I like Alastor over time breaking his walls down and realizing that someone will like him for himself.

(Might draw one of these.)

Asks are always open, art is always here, commissions are open, watch out for deers on the road.

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[sm64mario]

hey, it's mun again. i was a little dramatic last time i did one of these but it's been about a month or two and i've calmed down a bit and y'know i feel like i've gotten comfortable with letting the mask down and just kinda bein' frank with you fellas, so let's get down to business.

i activated tipping for this blog! i do not need money. i am some fat cis white guy who's very lucky to have a mother who can feed me while i make bad life decisions. but, if you decide for whatever reason that you have a few extra coins lying about, and you'd like to toss 'em to a blatant shitposter, i'd be thankful. i was thinking about maybe doing like a 'wario post' for each one i get because i feel kinda greedy about turning it on but that might be leaning too into the gag.

was also considering making a sideblog for roleplay purposes. i think i deleted all of the older posts where i'd write paragraph long replies to my old rp partners but i miss it and wonder if i still have it in me. i'll shill it if i ever make it happen.

currently, the queue is set for two posts a day, and i'll occasionally add an improvised post or two if inspiration strikes me, but i hope the blog isn't too stagnant or anything! the quiz cards should help shake things up, and i'll occasionally try to find neat stuff from mariowiki or TCRF as well, but you know the drill by now - it's just mario shitposts and good feel. also, i realized i should probably start IDing the photos i personally post, so i'll try to add those.

my main blog is @absolutedingus, but i tend not to make original posts or queue or tag stuff on there, so don't feel obligated for follow or interact with it. if you have any pressing questions, concerns, or notices for me, please consider sending them there! in the future, i may link it in my description, but i worry it'll look too clogged with the disclaimer already there.

thank you for reading to the end! i'm not sure how to wrap this up. i like my wii u.

[halowritesthings]

“Tout est nul, putain,” Remy said while stomping his way inside. He shook the snow off his body like a wet dog, specifically because he knew it would annoy Scott when he eventually came inside and saw the partially melted snow on the hardwood. “I hate de cold.”

He shucked off the winter cap and gloves he borrowed, but before he could bend over to unlace his boots, a southern drawl emitted from the doorway, “So Ah’ve heard.”

Looking up, he saw Rogue leaning on the frame of the entrance to the common area of the mansion, a blanket bundled in her arms. His mood suddenly perked up significantly, “Well, good ol’ North must‘ve finally caught me. Why else would such a stunnin’ ange be here t’greet moi?”

Rogue rolled her eyes as she got off the frame to stand up straight, “Quit bein’ a drama queen, Swamp Rat. Everyone has had to shovel the walkways at some point.”

Remy pouted, leaning down so he could get back to stripping off the boots, “You say dat, yet why is tonight de first time I seen Specs do his fair share, neh? Gettin’ down an’ dirty too much a hassle for Fearless?”

“Ya know that’s just because ya always hightail it out of the room before the drawing of straws can begin,” Rogue said. “Ah think he’s already maxed out his shoveling duties for the season, but he joined ya tonight anyway, specifically to make sure you would do yer job for once.”

When Remy got both boots off, he looked up at Rogue with zero guilt in his eyes. His pout might have gotten bigger, actually, “So mean to Remy.”

He was quick to slip on his moccasin slippers that he was forced to abandon just an hour prior. If he wasn’t feeling so stiff, he would honestly be willing to bend over even further to place a kiss on the tips of each of them. Plus, he already got called dramatic once in this conversation; even though it was true, he would like to keep the factual observations to a minimum tonight.

As he stood back to his full height, he was suddenly assaulted, darkness enshrouding his vision and his movement becoming restricted. He struggled for a second before remembering what he was just looking at and held himself still. He was swiftly rewarded when a pair of gentle hands messed with the covering at his face and adjusted it so he was snuggly wrapped everywhere that didn’t impede his line of sight. 

Once he was able to see again, he was met with Rogue looking at him with that same fond exasperation he loved to bring out in her. “Don’t chu’ worry,” Rogue began, finalizing the details of her current attempts to encase Remy where he stood. “Jubilee went and made us a bunch’a different kinds of hot coco, and knowing yer daily sugar intake, you’ll be reawakened in no time.”

With a lopsided smile, he grabbed one of her hands, using his blanket-covered fingers to wrap excess blanket around her knuckles before placing a kiss to the top of the hand while looking her in the eyes. She was of course wearing one of her nighttime pair of gloves that she wore when they hung out after hours, but recently he had been making sure to add extra layers between them whenever he could to ease whatever leftover anxiety plagued her mind, “Mon sauveur, what would dis scoundrel do wit’out chu?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rogue said with another roll of her eyes. “Love ya too, ya greaseball.”

woe 🫴 halo x-men fic be upon ye shout out to the 4 people who unanimously voted "yes" to the poll on my main asking about whether or not i should post this WIP snippet to tumblr lol. i have zero idea as to when i can get this completed due to a.) the dreaded blockage of writers as per usual and B.) the dreaded schoolwork which is in a constant revolving state of "maybe i won't have too much work this weekend" and "holy shit i'm falling behind so hard i'm gonna die-" this snippet is rather contained tho so it can work as a standalone pretty well. maybe i just need to embrace shorter ficlets as my main form of writing. certainly would be a nice break from the "can't make a oneshot less than 6k words" train i've been riding since day one LMAO anyway feel free to ignore my yapping; i hope you like my first foray into this fandom!

[betweenthings2]

could you do 18 & 21 from the cuddle prompts <3

Thank you for the ask!! All the prompt lists on my blog are tagged as 'prompts' and my inbox is always open!

18. Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love and 21. “Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”

18. Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love.

Matty wakes from his nap in their hotel room to George running fingers through his hair. It's nice and Matty is half tempted to let it lull him back to sleep. He's not tired anymore, though, and he'd mostly rather be awake to experience this quiet little bit of happiness and closeness.

"Good morning," George murmurs, half teasing, when he realizes that Matty is awake.

"How long was I asleep?" Matty asks, pressing himself a little closer to George.

"Hour and half? We're supposed to meet everyone for dinner soon."

Matty groans. "Why'd we agree to that?"

"'cause it'll be nice?" George offers.

"This is nice," Matty counters. "Room service and a spliff would be nice. Getting up is not nice."

"Should I say you don't feel up to it?" George offers, concern lacing his voice.

Matty shakes his head. "'m just bein' dramatic."

George chuckles. "At least you're self aware."

Matty hums and grumbles, "Turns out therapy is good for something."

"Matty," George sighs.

Matty presses a kiss to George's bare chest, and says, "I'm not wrong."

George combs his fingers through Matty's hair again and says, "You're not wrong, but I kind of don't think that's the point."

"The point is whatever I decide the point is," is Matty's counterpoint. He pauses, then says, "Actually, the point is to hate myself a little less, but self awareness is good enough, I guess."

"Matty," George repeats, a little bit sadder this time.

"Don't say my name like that," Matty protests, "like I'm some kind of tragic mess. I'm not. I'm ok."

"I don't think that," George murmurs.

"I know," Matty responds. "Kinda sounded like it though."

"Sorry, love," George offers. "You're not a tragic mess. Tragic is the last word I'd use to describe you. I'm proud of you and I love you."

"Oh, so you think I'm a mess?" Matty asks, voice a little brighter.

George can't help but laugh. "You're kind of a mess sometimes, let's be honest."

"Thank you, George, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

George combs his fingers through Matty's curls again and says, "I love your mess. You wouldn't be you if you weren't a mess sometimes."

Matty presses another kiss to George's chest, this one a little bit closer to his collarbone, and quietly says, "I love you, too."

Quiet falls over the room for a few minutes after that, quiet breathing the only sound in the room until George's phone buzzes. They both try to ignore it, but then Matty's phone buzzes.

"We really should get up," George murmurs.

Matty makes a discontented sound, but he sits up, pushing curls out of his face, then clamors out of bed. George gets up, too, sitting on the edge of the bed, but Matty crowds into his space before he can stand up, kneeling on the edge of the bed so he can straddle George's lap and crossing his wrists behind George's neck.

"We're not going to make it to dinner if you don't move," George warns, wrapping and arm around Matty's waist. "We're gonna have to tell the guys that we missed dinner 'cause I was busy fucking you."

"You promise?" Matty pushes, leaning down for a kiss.

George chuckles. "We’ll never live it down," he warns.

"The funny thing," Matty murmurs, "is that I don't really care."

"You are incorrigible," George counters. "Absolutely incorrigible."

Matty takes one hand and cups George's jaw carefully, studying him intently, all big brown eyes and adoration. For a moment Matty thinks up an image of the George he met all those years ago, then of the teenage George he fell in love with and compares them to the George in front of him now. They've both gotten older, Matty knows, hell, he's begun to find grey hairs in his own dark hair, but he can't think of George as having gotten older, not in the way that he thinks of himself as having gotten older, or his parents as having gotten older. George is a constant, Matty thinks, even though there's stubble under his palm now and there wasn't the first time he touched George like this.

"You're staring," George says after a few moments.

Matty nods. "I've got a good view."

George ducks his head, like he's suddenly shy, and says, "Flatterer."

Matty urges his chin up and goes in for another kiss, this one a little longer and deeper. When they separate, he rests his forehead against George's and murmurs, "I love you. I adore you. And I keep thinkin' 'bout, uh, time, I guess, and how you're this, like, constant in my life, and I know I've gotten older, right, sometimes I look fucking old, but every time I look at you, 's like we're 24 again." Matty pauses, then, "I dunno, time is weird. I don't think any of that made sense, but I love you."

"It sorta made sense," George responds. "And I love you, too."

----

21. “Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”

Matty has slowly been getting closer to George all evening. He'd pushed his chair just a little closer to George when they sat down for dinner and stood a little closer when they did the dishes. They'd put on a film after dinner and Matty had made himself comfortable on one end of the couch, so George took the other. At first, they were next to each other on the couch, then they were very close to each other on the couch, then George got up to go search for weed, and when he'd come back, Matty had closed the space between them, pressing their thighs together. Then Matty leaned against him, solid and warm, so George draped his arm around Matty's shoulders. Matty took that as an invitation to hook his thigh over George's and lean a little heavier.

Finally, George pulls Matty half into his lap half-annoyed and saying, "You can have things you want, you know."

Matty smiles and rests his head against George's chest. "'s hot when you get frustrated and physical with me."

"Yeah, alright," George agrees.

"'s true," Matty protests.

"Watch the film, Matthew," George says, doing his best to sound firm.

"See, 's hot when you try to tell me what to do, too," Matty murmurs. "'s also hot when you call me Matthew."

"What are you trying to do, love?" George asks, voice low.

"Nothin', really," Matty admits. "Just wanna be close."

"Close I can do," George agrees, urging Matty to be more firmly in his lap.

Matty settles after that, done with his search for closeness and contact, resting his head on George's shoulder. He doesn't watch the film, just closes his eyes and relaxes, feeling the gentle rise and fall of George's chest and the steady beating of his heart. By the time the climax of the film rolls around, though, Matty has lost his ability to sit still, shifting like he's trying to get even closer to George.

Frustrated, George lights a joint and passes it to Matty like he can will him to relax. Matty accepts it, stilling long enough to take a drag and exhale smoke, before he's trying to burrow closer and passing it back.

"D'ya want me to hold you closer?" George asks, ignoring the fact that they're about as close as two people can be.

Matty shakes his head. "No, that's not it," he pauses, then, "ugh, I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?"

"A little bit," George admits, "but it's in, like, the bottom half of weird things you've said to me."

Matty pouts and takes the joint from between George's fingers, saying, "Give me that. You can't be a dick and have the joint."

"I think that was honest, Matty," George responds, but he makes no move to take the joint back, just watches Matty take a drag.

"One and the same," Matty counters. "'s one and the fucking same."

George huffs a laugh and takes the joint back, saying, "Whatever you say."

"See, that's how you were supposed to react in the beginning. You're not supposed to tell me 's weird that I wanna be close to you."

"You said you wanted to curl up inside me," George corrects.

Matty huffs and takes the joint back, but he doesn't continue arguing, just says, "Doesn't mean you're not being a dick," and takes a drag.

George presses a kiss to Matty's temple and says, "Please accept my deepest apologies, then."

"That is an inauthentic apology, George," Matty says, faux serious.

George wraps his arm around Matty a little tighter and murmurs, “I love you so much."

"Love you more," Matty responds.

George takes the joint back and murmurs, "You're impossible."

"I love you. More than anything. I, like, if we could be one," Matty laces his fingers together, "thing, I'd do it. Sometimes, when we're not together, it's, like, physically painful," he admits. "Sounds co-dependent, I know, but, I just, I want to be closer."

"I love you, too," George murmurs, "and I get it. I do." He moves his hand it's under Matty's shirt, skin to skin, and repeats, "I get it. I get, uh, closer."

[kellyscowboy]

”stop being dramatic the medicine flavor can’t be that bad,”

ikeshot please (i secretly love this dynamic)

"Stop bein' a baby, Ike." Hotshot said with a scoff.

"I'm not bein' a baby," Ike argued. "It tastes like toilet water."

"You would know what that tastes like."

"Stop it! I'm not taking another swig of that poison," Ike said and shoved the medicine away.

Hotshot sighed. Ike had been sick for a little over a week, and Hotshot had finally saved up enough to get him some medicine. The smaller boy had been miserable. Now, he was sitting there refusing it because it tasted a little bitter.

"Stop being dramatic, the medicine flavor can't be that bad." Hotshot began to pour more of the thick liquid onto a spoon.

"Why don't you try it, then?" Ike said.

The taller boy stopped. "Fine. Just to prove you're being a baby." Hotshot dragged the spoon over his tongue and physically recoiled once the medicine hit his tastebuds. He shook his head and tried to wipe the awful taste off with the side of his hand. "God, you've been taking spoonful's of that?"

"Yes! I told you! It's awful!" Ike pouted and crossed his arms. "I'd rather be sick."

"No, you wouldn't. C'mere. Let's try something."

As Ike leaned forward, Hotshot pinched his nostrils together. He pushed the spoon into the sick boy's mouth, then gave him a cup of water after he had taken the medicine. "How was that?"

"A lot better. Thank you," Ike said sincerely. He held onto Hotshot's hand and gave him a wide grin. Hotshot smiled for a second, looked to the side, then waved him off.

"Whatever. Get some rest."

[sunnyhoneyshimmermagic]

(Dee Dee and Teddy are at town square, selling apples and introducing our story):

Dee Dee: Get 'em while they're fresh! Apples! Christmas apples!

Teddy: We got Mclntosh!

Dee Dee: Get your Christmas apples.

Teddy: Red Delicious. Tuppence apiece while they last. Whatever the fuck that means.

Dee Dee: We... They won't last long the way you're eating them.

Teddy: Hey. I'm creatin' scarcity. Drives the prices up. Read all about it in Ladie's Home Journal

Dee Dee (sighs): Teddy... (sees us) Hello! Welcome to The Big Nate Christmas Carol! I am here to tell the story, in my usual dramatic fashion!

Teddy: And I am here for the food and bantz! This Christmas, I wanna be written with an actual character!

Dee Dee: My name is Charles Dickens.

Teddy: And my name is Teddy Ortiz! Hey, wait a second. You're not Charles Dickens!

Dee Dee: I am too!

Teddy: No. Dickens was called that for a reason!

Dee Dee: omg it's 2023

Teddy: your name isn't even Charles!

Dee Dee: good, cringe name

Teddy: Dickens was a 19th-century novelist! A genius! God I hang around Francis too much.

Dee Dee: Oh, you're too kind. :3

Teddy: Why should I believe you?

Dee Dee: Well... Because I know the story of "A Christmas Carol" like the back of my hand.

Teddy: do I smell a wager?

Dee Dee: I hope, otherwise I didn't brush my teeth well.

Teddy: ugh, just prove it! Prove you know it!

Dee Dee: All right. Um, there's a little mole on my thumb, from when I tried to taste the wood on my stage, and, uh, a scar on my wrist, from when I fell off my bicycle performing as Lance Armstrong: licence to juice.

Teddy: No, No, No, No, Don't tell us your hand. Tell us the story!!

Dee Dee: Oh! Oh!

Teddy: Thank you. Yes.

Dee Dee (ahem): The Betancourts were dead to begin with.

Teddy: Wha, Wha... Pardon me?

Dee Dee: That's how the story begins, Teddy. The Betancourts were dead to begin with. As dead as a doornail.

Teddy (getting into it): ooh! It's a good beginning! It's creepy and kind of spooky. Like Mrs. Godfrey in a conga line.

Dee Dee: Thank you, Teddy!

Teddy: You're welcome, Mrs. Dickens!

Dee Dee: now, where was I? Ah, yes. In life, the Betancourts had been business partners... With a shrewd moneylender named Gina Hemphil-Scrooge. You will meet her as she comes around that corner.

Teddy: Where?

Dee Dee: There. See, next to the klassic komix and Mr. Pretzel?

Teddy: Uh huh! When?

Dee Dee: Not yet... Not yet... Let the tension rise...

Teddy: I am, I am!

Dee Dee: ...Now!

(Gina enters, draped in a black coat and top hat, carrying a cane. Every step calculated and cold)

Dee Dee: There she is! Ms. Gina Hemphil-Scrooge.

Teddy: Say, Is it gettin' colder out here?

(Song)

Emmit the custodian: When a cold wind blows it chills you

Chills you to the bone

Czerwicki: But there's nothing in nature that

Freezes your heart

Like years of being alone

Rosa: It paints you with indifference

Like a lady paints with rouge

Clarke: And the worst of the worst

The most hated and cursed

Is the one that we call Scrooge (yeah)

Chester: Unkind as any

And the wrath of many

This is Gina Hemphil-Scrooge

Miranda, Angie, Kelly, Trudy, Kim, Jenny: Oh, there goes Ms. Humbug

There goes Ms. Grim

If they gave a prize for bein' unfair

The winner would be her

Brindle: Oh, Gina loves her money

'Cause she thinks it gives her power

If she became a flavor you can bet she would be sour

Staples, Shipulski, Calhoon, John, Galvin: There goes Ms. Skinflint

There goes Ms. Greed

The undisputed mistress of

The underhanded deed

Marty: She charges folks a fortune

For her dark and drafty houses

Vern and Marge: Poor folk live in misery

Uncle Ted: It's even worse for louses

Miranda, Angie, Kelly, Trudy, Kim, Jenny: She must be so lonely

She must be so sad

She goes to extremes

To convince us she's bad

She's really a victim of fear and of pride

Look close and there must be

A sweet girl inside.

...

Naaaah!

Everyone: There goes Ms. Outrage

There goes Ms. Sneer

Ahe has no time for friends or fun

Her anger makes that clear

Don't ask her for a favor

'Cause her nastiness increases

No crust of bread for those in need

No cheeses for us meeses

There goes Ms. Heartless

There goes Ms. Cruel

She never gives

She only takes

She lets this hunger rule

If bein' mean's a way of life you

Practice and rehearse

Then all that work is paying off

'Cause Gina's getting worse

Every day

In every way

Gina is getting worse!

(Gina sharply turns, giving a cold stare)

Everyone: OH, UM, I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO SUDDENLY

(They escape)

Gina (quiet rage): ...Humbug.

[neighborlywelcome]

OMG HELLO I LOVE MATCHUPS!! Platonic or romantic is up to you!

they/them, agender but I'm fine w/ bein femme and stuff sometimes :-3 i'm afab

female or nonbinary! !!!!!!! not kinger, caine or jax please!

TADC pls :-3

none, just no dudes srry,,,

I can be sarcastic and dry and kinda bitchy ngl but I try to be compassionate and helpful, I get sad sometimes (a lot,,,) and can get scared of big things easily (big emotional things) and I'm very defensive towards things I care about. I can be silly too...and stuff....

I LOVE ACTING, I wanna be an actor/actress, I love art, reading, I wanna make a fursuit too so ya :3 I READ A LOTTT

someone who communicates best they can

I'm a gift giver and phsyical touch, physical touch kinda grounds me (not weird physical stuff tho I think I may be ace :-p)

I'm a cancer!

I wear hoodies and shorts

I have shoulder-length brown hair and blue/grey eyes and lotss of acne scars

Oh hello, thank you for your request! :D I can do a mix of platonic and romantic for the headcanons, if you don't mind!

YOUR MATCHUP IS...

GANGLE!!!

Gangle and you are alike in many ways, you both get sad/scared easily but you have big hearts at the end of the day and you’re lovers of the arts! So whether you’re friends or partners or whatever you want, you can be assured you have a lot in common.

Dealing with emotions together is easy since you both understand what it’s like to be down or be fearful. Gangle appreciates it when you’re kind to her and also shows you ways in which she deals with her sadness, usually involving art projects or crafts.

Communication? Gangle isn’t hard to understand with her masks, so she’s rather emotive. You’ll know exactly when she’s happy or sad and needs cheering up. And if she has a problem, she’s comfortable telling you about it so you can help her through it, and vice versa.

This is a little too perfect but since you like acting, it’s cute Gangle is themed around the dramatic arts. But she also likes reading and writing and is over the moon when you two do these things together!

Also she’s a big supporter of your interests. As long as you let her ramble to you about anime and such while you actively listen, she’d love to hear about any of your passions like fursuits! I think she’d love anything to do with expressing your creative sides together.

Once she’s super comfortable with you, I can see her also being really physical affectionate. I imagine being wrapped in a hug with her ribbons is really grounding, especially after a particularly bad day.

[skullsandsteel]

“Brock…” Elliot flops dramatically onto the couch next to him. “I’m bored.” - @curseoffrell

Brock hardly even glanced over, his focus more on the TV as he flipped through the channels. He knows that tone, and he's not about to take the bait. Maybe.

"Why don't you go find something to do, then?" He muttered, his tone rough, but not exactly unkind. "You're an adult, I'm pretty fuckin' confident that you can find somethin' to entertain yourself with. Read a book, stare out the window," He finally landed on a channel playing some old action movie, tossing the remote on the coffee table and settling back on the couch. "Whatever it is you do when you're not bein' a pain in my ass."

The corner of his mouth twitched-- Not really that much annoyed. But he also wasn't going to give Elliot the satisfaction of being fully acknowledged fully just yet.

"Or you can sit an' watch--" He shrugged, "Whatever you want."

[boundlss]

" i know that I can't take back all of the mistakes, but i will try. " | domi to twain :' )

Somewhere down the line, they'd started talking about things like this. Twain isn't sure when it started---they'd definitely never delved too deeply into emotional conversations before taking off like this, favoring shared complaints over real connection. This trip hadn't started out like that, either. He remembers the first few days vividly; they'd been fun. Good for putting things out of mind.

But I guess it always gets like that at some point, he reflects. Things quiet down and you can't help but think about the things you came out here to run away from.

And now they're here, and Twain doesn't even have the slightest idea of what he can say to Dominique to... Well, to do anything at all. It's not that he wants her to shove all that to the side, but he's also never even been much good at working through his own issues.

"I think you're bein' a little too hard on yourself," he blurts, understanding the need to say something, even if it's not a perfect response. "I mean... Well, no, I did mean that. So what, you messed up a lot? Most people do. We can't all be perfect."

He chuckles, and it sounds a little self-depreciating in his own ears. "I ever tell you what I run around doin' things like this for?"

He doesn't look at Dominique, turning his eyes to the room around them with a strange, tranquil expression. It fits strangely on his face, which is used to wearing an overly dramatic mask most of the time. But he's never been nearly as dishonest with Dominique as he has been with the other people in his life---maybe because he already knew she could see through that kind of thing.

"Sure, it's fun. I didn't lie about that. But... Hah. Well. I don't think it's any secret that I must be the biggest fuck-up of higher vampire society socially, y'know? I... I did give it my best effort for a long time. And I was terrible at it. Terrible at coverin' up for my mistakes and fixin' 'em, too. So I started runnin' off. Not that it helped, or anything, but it got me away from everyone judgin' me over it. And then one day I just decided..."

He trails off, hanging his head a little. Saying it out loud, it seems a little more cowardly than it had felt when he'd made the decision in the first place.

"I just figured I'd quit tryin' to fix myself altogether. And, y'know what? It still sucks every time I have to go back for whatever reason, but at least I don't have to bend over backwards cleanin' my own messes up for people who wouldn't even notice the difference either way. But that's just my experience, so I'm not sure how much it's worth."

underclass hero. / accepting.

[diabunnies]

"sing me the song of your people, you wicked bitch!"

━ asked new hot girl in town, chatgpt, to write me a "super duper dramatic dialogue between two lovers who are troubled by cheating allegations". jk i took some lines n zazz'd them up a bit so it seems a bit more human

characters: mikage reo + g/n reader

c/w: swearing! otherwise sfw, angst (???), reo bein an adulterer n mancity players r there 2 see it happen real time o_O, dia's rusty ahh dialogue writing abilities :(

"you make me unbearably sick, you know that? two years, reo, two years of trust down the fuckin drain! i thought i was enough for you to love!"

"i can expla-" his eyebrows furrow, clearly distressed from the sheer amount of sweat glazing them.

"no! i don't think u need to! even if u could, save it for the next bitch that saunters in since u seem so comfortable doin whatever u fuckin feel like!" you continue. the air stills now, almost suffocating if it weren't for the low thrumming of the air conditioner in the background. anyone could cut the tension with a knife, but why bother adding more pain?

"i thought we've done it all! been through hell and back, learnt all the lessons and forgave all the mistakes. but then you—you do this! can you feel how you just shattered my heart? is it me? do i not try hard enough? not show you just how much of my heart you take up?"

"i'm so sorry, babe, i don't know what else i can say for it to make this a little easier. i know i fucked up, i know i'm weak—no amount of apologies can and will excuse that. but you don't understand! i was doin it for us! was thinkin about our future, had to prove to you i can provide. you were never the problem!" he attempts to reach for you—no, he attempts to reach into your heart. probably to deliver one final blow to the chest, a blow with enough force that it'll cause your ribs to fracture and your heart to stop bleeding red. his long-legged frame drapes over your chest, but you paw away at his attempts at a half-assed hug. it's hard, really. it always ends like this almost every time, the same screaming, the same hatred and hysterics that cause the same pain and betrayal.

"provide? provide?! you know damn well what you have is enough to last us through anything! when have we ever felt threatened by such a thing—god, are you stupid? reo, you fuckin took a thousand dollars from nagi, stashed it in the most obvious spot, blatantly used it in the worst round, and then tried to lie your ass out of it! what the fuck do you mean 'provide'?" when will it end? mikage reo is a scummy, cheating bastard who cannot and will never stop, so spare yourself the ache next time.

"over a game of monopoly—pack it up you freaks! jesus christ, in my living room? under my own roof? in frong of my own goddamn monopoly board? i'm not even mad about reo cheating at this point, just shut up!" ah, there it is, the knife. it's wielded by none other than chigiri—naturally, as the others seem to be well on their way out the door.

[obsidiancreates]

I would very much like to hear abt ur au

I am so sorry this took so long, I was at work.

Turned out long so READ MORE CUT also I'm tired I hope the ideas here are clear

SO there's two AUs, based on a theory I saw that Yancy was maybe Wilford's kid (I totally forget who I saw post that, I was scrolling the tag and not my dash)

And I went hmm... what if AU (not a theory, an AU)

What if AU where...

Yancy is Wilford's kid and that's why he can pull musical numbers out of his ass and then shove them back in in the blink of an eye and why his tattoos change.

AND what if Illinois, Date Mark, and Heist Mark were all Actor's kids, since he canonically has kids? And they all have like, similarities, maybe Actor was in their lives just long enough to make an impression/influence personalities but then left. Also they don't know they're his kids or that they're related, that's important.

Illinois with his ego/self-confidence and show-offys somewhat dramatic nature, as well as dismissiveness of the deaths of his travelling companions.

Date Mark is of course a huge romantic, I headcanon he can pull things out of thin air but only if they're romantic (alas, wallet doesn't fall into that category), and of course his being a "Patron Of The Arts." And the multiple timelines.

Heist because ego/self-confidence, bein extremely difficult to kill (shot in the chest with a high-tech gun and just being fine), the multiple timelines of course. He's also a little- he's a little cold to Viewer sometimes, you know? Just a smidge.

And Engineer... Dark's kid. Or Grandkid. Two routes here! Either he could be Dark's kid, somehow, or he could be Dark's grandson with Dorene (obviously Mark has sort of both dismissed and confirmed Dorene/Celine theory but let's simplify that down to Dorene is Dark with Celine in charge). Either way, related to Dark.

Why Dark? Well... mainly that scene where we enter the Warp Core room after talking with Old Man Mark, and there being Many Marks. And it reminded me of Dark multiplying himself for a moment in Heist. Plus I think it'd be fun to hear him echo some Damien and Dark lines, I think those could be good to hear from him. Also being hard to kill, in the same way as Heist. And of course, being stuck in a loop and broken by a broken world. And some uh... obsessive tendancies.

The second AU... they're all Actor's kids, AND NONE OF THEM KNOW IT!

Same reasoning for most of them, honestly, with the supernatural aspects and ego bits and such... in this version Heist and Engineer were actually supposed to be twins but due to Time And Space Fuckery they. Weren't.

ANYWAY in both AUs they're all having a good time with their Y/N's when a wormhole opens and snatches their Y/N's away and they go in after them (except Illinois, he goes in out of curiosity more than anything)

Now, of course, Actor stole Y/N. They're all the same Y/N of course, so they become One Being when he snatches all of them.

And Heist, Date, Engineer/Space, Yancy, and Illinois, they all end up trapped in one tiny room together. At first Actor just wants to lock them away. BUT THEN!

In All Actor AU, he realizes "Oh shit, my bastard children, oh they have powers like I do? Hmmm maybe I should help them give in to those powers and break their spirits let them help me be the hero."

In Decedents Of The Trio AU or whatever the fuck I'll end up calling it, it's because "Oh shit my bastard children- And William and Damien's??? Well obviously I need to turn their children into my helpers, that's a good fucking story beat."

And as they're stuck in the room trying to escape The Manor/The Entity is trying to chip away at their wills and souls.

[wearequeer-andwearehere]

OK, gender crisis time. All my life I've been comfortable being a cis girl. I had physical dysmorphia about my chest, and my voice is naturally deep so in high school theatre I often acted in male roles, but other than that I was like 100% cis.

I've been wanting to get a reduction because 1) of my dysmorphia and 2) it's really hard to fell confident doing active stuff when your tits are jiggling like an anime girl's from moving too much. This Thanksgiving, my mom said she wasn't morally opposed to the idea anymore.

And suddenly I find myself in a whirl of gender nonsense that can be summed up more or less by this: "I can remake myself. I can look like the person I really am. Wait. WHAT AM I?"

So now Im wondering if perhaps nonbinary fits me better or if I'm just overreacting, and I want to try acting more NB but now my dysmorphia has turned to dysphoria like "no matter what, everyone will think you're a girl because of your chest, even if you only speak in your lowest register and wear boys' clothes and get rid of all your other feminine habits" BUT I DONT WANT TO GIVE UP MY OTHER HABITS. I like being cute and I like wearing purple and I like spinning and dancing when I walk so now Im wondering if I'm really just saying Im NB to be quirky and I dont know what the hell I am anymore. I like being a girl but I hate that I look like a girl but I love my body except my chest and I like using they/them pronouns but I'm just being a drama queen but if I were just being dramatic for the sake of being dramatic it wouldn't hurt so much, right?

Ayyy fuck yeah mate, I’m so happy you can get a reduction!!

Literally tho you can remake yourself. You can change ur name and body and gender and pronouns and your hair and clothes literally man, do whatever the hell you want!!!

Listen no matter what you are a valid nonbinary person. Even if you’re feminine, even if you like purple and you like dancing even even even even if, you are nonbinary and valid.

Hmmm dunno how to tell you this mate but like. Obsessing over whether or not you’re nonbinary? Not very cisgender of you there

Here’s a post on gender dysphoria you might wanna read, it might help you understand your experiences better. I’d also suggest reading through the links of other people’s experiences.

“Just overrreacting” is a fear many trans/nby people have, but I promise you, you’re not overreacting, okay? If you wanna be nonbinary you can be nonbinary.

You’re not doing it “just to be quirky”—why would you fake smth that makes you worry this much? It doesn’t make sense, you’re not doing it to be quirky if it’s giving you this much stress.

You don’t have to give up your other habits!! You don’t have to at all!! Be feminine, like pink and purple and dance and and spin and present however makes you feel the most comfortable!! You’re still a valid nonbinary person if you’re feminine!!

Also like...if you do get a reduction/get top surgery, then like, your chest won’t be as prominent. It isn’t permanent, yknow, and you won’t look like this forever if you choose not to. You can choose to get too surgery/get a reduction, you can choose to bind if you want, like if you hate your chest this much you can literally just be like “begone breasts” and get a reduction like it isn’t permanent!! Like literally if u want to u can just get rid of them

And remember that if you’re nonbinary your body is a nonbinary body. Not a girl body. Yknow why? Because ur nonbinary and it’s ur body, that means it’s a nonbinary body!

And know that no matter what there will Always be people who will perceive u as your correct gender and will think of you as nonbinary, whether it be the trans community or online friends or people you’re out to, you are not doomed to Forever and Always be perceived as a girl by everyone. As another trans person ik it feels like that sometimes but there will Always be people who will know you as the right gender kay? 

Just because you like being a girl doesn’t mean you’re not nonbinary. Being trans/nby isn’t about hating your AGAB but instead being happier as another gender.

Does being nonbinary make you happy? Congrats, you can be nonbinary!!

Now, anon, what I want you to do is take a deep breath, and disregard everything you’ve ever thought about your gender. All of it. Doesn’t matter. What terminology you use, dysphoria, pronouns, everything. And I’m going to ask you one question.

What makes you feel happy?

You don’t need to obsess over your gender. Stop asking yourself “what gender am I?” and ask yourself, “what makes me feel happiest and truest to myself?”

Does being trans make you feel happy? Be trans! Does being nonbinary make you feel true to yourself? Be nonbinary. Does using they/them make you happy? Use they/them! Chase the happy feelings and things will fall into place. Happiness first, labels second.

My advice, try on the label. Say “I’m nonbinary,” see how it feels! Either it’ll fit, which is awesome, I’m so happy for you!! Or it won’t fit, which is cool too!! You’re one step closer to finding a label that does!!

See, there’s this thing called gender euphoria! Basically, it’s the happiness you feel, or euphoria, when you’re called the right name/pronouns, or perceived as the right gender! As I was saying earlier, it’s about what makes you happy.

Be happy. Ily.

And remember the entire trans community is here for you and we love and support you, and no matter how lonely it might feel remember that there are so many others like you and there have been throughout history, who have lived and loved and cried and laughed, we have always been here. You are not alone. Ily. 

You’re not alone and it can seem hard sometimes with dysphoria and confusion and nights laying awake wondering why why why but you are not alone. The trans community is here for you. I’m your brother, kay? And you’re my sibling and I’m here for you and I love you so so much. 

I hope I could help you out, and I wish you luck with your gender journey! Lmk if you have any more questions, and I hope you have a great day! Sending my love <33

[everydayxghosts]

Seeing the glance they would look over to the eavesdropper; shrugging a little. Either he was a fan and therefore knew why it was a bad idea to fuck with them; or it didn't matter because what they'd said was already the common assumption. They'd walk with him back to the stage, winding up cords and trying to be as neat as possible so there would be room in the case for the holoprojector. "You said you used to be a runner, did you like it?" They knew Conan likely didn't have a choice in what he did with his time; but that didn't mean he couldn't have had preferences. "I've still got some of my old decks if you're interested." They chuckled a little nervously, showing off their bare arms now; two panels on each with little pastel rainbow light-tattoos of pixel-art daemons on them. "This particular Wiseman apparently runs on old-style hand-held decks; or rather, the guts of them. So I keep a stash of them to use as backups."

They tried to be conscious of looking at Conan when they talked, but there were a few moments they slipped; it was a habit to talk while they worked after all, so used to needing to be on coms while diving. Quickly though, the equipment was all put away; bizz easily hefting the large floor projector as though it was a hollow prop. They'd of course let Conan help if he wished, but it wasn't necessary. Waving a farewell to the owner - they worked out a payment system which avoided handoffs at shows - Bizz motioned for Conan to follow them out.

A decent ways down the street in the direction that brought them closer to the waterfront near downtown, their eyes would glow. "I'd rather talk on holo; if you're cool with me bein in your head for a little while. At least till I find the coordinates I'm meant to be meeting my ride at." When they were sure he was alright with it, Conan would see the warning that someone was trying to breach him; and eventually a screen with the netspace Bizz was seeing inside his head showing up where a holocall would. Bizz's avatar - a thin preteen looking child with messy red hair and big green datascreen goggles - waved at him and began to speak in his mind.

"There, that's better. Interesting place you got here." They grinned, sitting cross legged. "Right, so. Guess it works out best if I just go in order. Something like 4 months or so ago I got called in to be a part of a team sent to klep a set of files from the Firestarters in Pacifica." Conan would have heard about the gang, moving into territory that was lost by the voodoo boys and possibly having ties to Militech. "Job paid really well and I didn't have anything better to do; just pulled myself out of a really really long dive session and promised myself I'd try to be a person for a little while. So, I go. Even get a piece of tech from Netwatch to help find the shit were meant to be running off with." Pixel eyes rolled dramatically on the goggles as they sighed. "Job goes sideways, Fais jumps off a fucking crane into a moving AV and fistfights the occupants cause they were shooting at me and Gil - fun fact neither of us can shoot for shit apparently, but Fais can. he just didn't for whatever reason - and the other half of the team decided to make a fire bomb in a napalm factory; but we got the files and got paid."

They shrugged, shaking their head. "And we just kinda kept doing it. Goldshot would invite us to the Afterlife, buy us drinks, and give us wicked dangerous jobs that paid amazingly. Says he's getting us into war profiteering. Lost a few crew members over the months. Happens. I don't pay much attention, at this point I've started performing and I got friends now so whatever, right?" They shook their head. "Ended up on the run from Netwatch; found shit I wasn't supposed to behind the Blackwall on a side gig. Yeah, I never said I was smart. Either way, after hiding out in Alaska with Fais' family for a while; we come back and end up in a warehouse with Goldshot and his people. Except they aren't a fixer and his team. They're FIA. This was last month."

Realizing they just dumped a lot on the man, but there's still more to go, they stopped there and let it sink in.

It's probably because he is indeed thinking about tactics constantly, a hard habit to break. "It's the reason why I am still alive, after all." Conan responded, snorting at what they said. He nodded, it's understandable- being perceived by countless people, all staring at you while you performed while trying not to fuck up and embarrass yourself, He would be scared too, if it was him. He knows the feeling, he was a netrunner for a while as a child- before they switched him to the sandevistan and made him focused on being a force to be reckoned with once he was old enough to be sent out as a fighter, instead of being a ghost in the link. "I was a netrunner when I was a child, so I understand what you mean." He said, giving them a nod.

A month ago he was dicking around while on a series of some..very odd jobs. At the time he was confused as hell, now it's just hilarious to think about- soon as he was done, he ran straight to Kerry to tell him about the weirdest day he had. "Damn, that's recent." He hummed, odd to think about how they just got their new body while he was off doing his own thing.

At the sight of the rockerboy's reassuring smile, Conan relaxed and smiled back at them. He gets what they mean, he's an artist himself- usually he just makes vent art instead of talking about it, it's easier. But that isn't the only thing he does, he had design the cover art of his input's most recent album. Kerry asked him after he told him that he designed the art on the back of his jacket himself, after he had seen it. "I hear you, usually I just draw instead of saying.. It's easier that way." Conan told them, then nodded at their next words.

He had an inkling that it was related, but they are right about not talking it here- too many people, too many ears that can overhear them. "Right, too many around." he responded, subtly motioning towards one guy that seemed a little too interested in their conversation. He had noticed the stranger a few minutes ago, but the way they behaved seemed to be more than just hearing bits and pieces of their conversation..Hopefully he is just a normie that is curious and not someone that can blow bizz's operation. "Sure, I'm happy to help." Conan said, pushing himself off the stool- not before giving their little ease dropper a side-eyed glare, who had quickly looked away after seeing that he was noticed.