#Like honestly fish man needs some complexity

[capricorn-the-goat]

I wanna see a comic where aquaman decides to go into the deepest parts of the ocean and discovers and witnesses different sea monsters, stuff like megaladons and giant crabs. He goes even deeper and discovers stuff like krakens, even further he finds something like Cthulhu chilling. He goes to the deepest part of the ocean, where he has to wear a suit to protect himself from the heat of nearby volcanoes. He sees this monstrosity that we don’t even see, just his horrified face and then him returning to the surface with bags under his eyes that go deeper than the Mariana Trench.

[tryingtofindava]

OMG , OMG, Are you an expert in creepypasta, I want to give you my request If you don't mind ... May i've a request for Jeff the killer,ticcy toby , Laughing Jack ( if you write for him ) and eyeless Jack please?!

With sweet fem s/o who don't know they are serial killers and only give them affection (like kisses every day) NSFW

Preatty please, love you baby

── 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭! 𝐒/𝐎

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

INCLUDES: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, and Eyeless Jack.

srry pookie bear not touching the nsfw today :c might come back to this idea later with just NSFW tho >:)

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

You definitely got his eye when he first saw you, immediately taking in your sweet bubbly aura. (You were definitely on his bucket list of victims after he stalked you for a bit)

But one day, he got a little too cocky and you caught him. And to his surprise you didn’t seem to mind at all when you found this questionable looking stranger stalking around outside your bedroom window.

You’re guys difference in aesthetic in personality is what made you guys hit it off. YOU GUYS ARE THE DEFINITION OF SUNSHINE X MOON.

He thinks you’re too sweet to actually be sweet tbh, but you never fail to prove him wrong.

He’s cocky and arrogant, and the god complex on this man is UNBELIEVABLE… The only reason you’re alive in his head is because he was gracious enough to let you continue with your life. Not that he’d tell you that ofc!!

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course, you’re so handsome!!”

He likes that you agree he’s beautiful for sure. (He fishes for compliments all the time, anything to stroke his ego.)

He’s possessive, and borderline obsessive. You’re his. And that’s that.

He takes you where he wants, when he wants. The woods? Yep. The shitty convenience store toilets? Double yep yep. Anywhere you guys could get caught in general? YUP.

Double life points because you don’t even know he’s a literal serial killer, like, even though all the signs and red flags are there.

When you guys started to date, he did soften up a bit, not as cruel and mean. But only a little bit. He LIVES for the surprise kisses.

Typa guy who’d ask ‘where’s my hug at?’

╰┈➤𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

This boy THRIVES off how sweet you are, it all works in his favour really. Your house is like his hide out spot, away from his… ‘work’ and honestly just everything.

You’re his safe space. His home.

He does think you’re a bitty dull though, and he often wonders how long his ‘I’m a hunter’ excuse will work.

He’d try his very hardest to keep you a secret from the others, but his Tourette’s to make him tic and stutter put your name and nicknames. Which definitely raises some questions on who this ‘Y/n’ and ‘Schatz’ is.

“A-a-and then he- Y/n- fuh-fuck…”

Please, please, please help him through his episodes and tic attacks. He’ll cherish you forever and ever. (He already did but it’s set in stone now.)

He likes that you’re nice to him, he feels so super duper special that he’s getting love and affection, him! Of all ppl!! (poor boy just needs some loving yall)

He’s ECSTATIC when you guys start to date, he’s not very experienced since he’s only dated Clockwork (my beloved) BUT HE’S A FAST LEARNER AND PICKS UP ON EVERYTHING QUICKLY!! ^^

He was so super shocked when you started giving him little kisses here and there, and it soon becomes a game of who can get the most surprise kisses in a day. (He’s proper pouncing on you to get to ur neck)

╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

When you guys first met, it was around 9pm. It was dark outside, the street lamps Turing on one by one. We’re carrying home some grocery bags, and when you bumped into a tall, dark and mysterious man with an eerie mask… you immediately compliment his cosplay.

“Ohhh, cool cosplay!!”

“What…?”

Okiii, so anyways you guys are dating now<3

He’s a sneaky one for sure, out of him, Toby and Jeff, he’s the best at keeping what he does a secret. Not that’d you’d notice either way but… yh.

He’s a possessive bastard like Jeff though, he worries about how sweet you are to everyone, he’d hate if someone were to upset you or even worse, hurt you… (And if they do he’d take care of them for you)

He likes that you don’t question his grey skin, empty eye sockets, the sharp teeth, 3 tongues, and ESPECIALLY the tar dripping from where his eyes should be. Less work for him to make up excuses.

But, that doesn’t stop you from questioning his eating habits…

Always questioning him and lecturing him of he shouldn’t feast on raw ‘animals’. Yeah… you bet your ass he’s not telling you about the cannibal or demon thing. And it’s gonna stay like that.

You’re too sweet and pure to him to be revealed to the horrors that is himself. How he longs to be in a universe with you were he can be normal so you guys could live the white picket fence life style.

But, he doesn’t get that. But at least he gets you all to himself, demon or not.

He’s more stunned by your surprise kisses against his mask, but he does find it adorable, how couldn’t he? The way you lean up on your tippy toes with puckered lips. He can’t help himself but slide his mask up and take you right then and there.

wowee was this long, can u tell I had to get this out of my system:3

[byfulcrums]

Seeing people saying that Satoru doesn't actually care about Suguru and that the only reason Kenjaku caught him was bc he was surprised to see a person he killed alive is fucking wild, man

Like. Gojo's entire life revolves around Geto. The entire series happens because he loved Suguru too much to kill him, even though he knew he would have to do it eventually. The world literally went to shit because he wasn't over him

Geto Suguru's life would be completely unimportant to the story without Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru's would be completely unimportant without Geto Suguru. They complement each other. They need each other

Two male betta fishes can't coexist. They will fight and one will die. They can't see each other — even if they're in different tanks, they won't be able to live. They'd eventually tire each other out, resulting in death. The only way for Satoru and Suguru's lives to be able to continue without the other would've been for them to never have met at all. And they can't be together. Not now, not ever again. Not while they're still alive. Not after everything that's happened

The entire story revolves around their relationship. Yuuji is a boy who ate a curse('s finger[s]), and Megumi is the prodigy who befriends him. Satoru is a prodigy, the strongest, and Suguru, the boy whose technique is eating curses, befriends him. The Jujutsu Kaisen story is all about parallels and they all connect to fucking Satosugu. It's all about them

The only reason Kenjaku's plan worked is because the body he used didn't belong to some random person Gojo killed, it worked because the body he used was Geto Suguru's, Gojo's one and only, his best friend. He must be thinking “Thank god they're gay” right now lmao

Gojo fucking hesitated. He hesitated multiple times when it came to Geto. He was supposed to kill him, yet he let him go. He has the Six Eyes, he could've easily tracked him down. He probably could tell if he was nearby (he can recognize Suguru from his scent) and just didn't go looking for him. And he could've so very easily escaped the trap that was set up for him, he was going to run away from it because we see him about to take that step but then Suguru's body shows up and says “Yo, Satoru!” with Suguru's voice and Satoru freezes and hesitates

They weren't able to let go of each other even after years of being separated (like a decade). When they meet, Suguru still greets Satoru warmly

Suguru is pretty much Satoru's moral code. He was the only person Satoru took at least mildly seriously pre-Toji (and we know Satoru just didn't do serious back then). He actually took his words to heart. He was kind, of course (especially from Suguru's PoV, since he's the person that knows him most), and not a bad person, but he wasn't nice. Suguru was always the ‘nice(r) one’, the one who actually had a moral code, while Satoru was more of an asshole to literally everyone and everything (some more, some less), thinking he and Suguru were above everyone else

When Suguru finally snaps (which, honestly. Fair) and goes genocidal (not so fair), Satoru slowly starts to be somewhat nicer and starts applying Suguru's old moral code to his own being — their roles weren't exactly reversed, but now they're not together anymore, so they might as well be. And Suguru was shown for having faith in the school and its system while it was Satoru the one who absolutely abhorred the higher-ups and all kinds of authority, but then it ended up with Suguru being the one to leave and become a cult leader with the blood of hundreds on his hands while Satoru was the one that stayed behind in the same place of the people he despises so much

(Imagine someone saying something like “Sometimes I doubt you even have a moral code” and Gojo answers with “Oh, my best friend my one and only is pretty much my moral code. He went homicidal a while back but it's okay haha” “...Actually, that explains a few things”)

Gojo doesn't have a god complex, but I wouldn't blame him if he did. I mean, he might as well be the closest thing to god human beings have ever seen. He used to put himself above everyone else, when he was a teenager. He thought that, the higher he was, the more he could do. And no one was better than him. But not Suguru. Back then, it wasn't “I'm the strongest” it was “We're the strongest and “We're the best” and “We're the ones that will beat you” and “We're the duo” and it was all about “us, us, us, us, us” instead of “me, me, me, me” like people thought it was — they were a pair. They still are

We know people thought and still think of Gojo as a weapon. As something that must be controlled, because on the moment he decides he doesn't want to be around them anymore, he could just straight up kill then without any effort (but getting rid of people in positions of power only gets other people in positions of power and it'll be a neverending story, and Gojo knows this so he's trying to do his best to fix it all through the younger generation, by letting them live). And we also know that Suguru is one of the very few people who did not believe that at all

Like their personalities and characters and stories and literally everything, their names complement each other. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are such similar names, I get them mixed up all the time (the amount of times I've called them “Gojo Suguru” and “Geto Satoru” is embarassing. Also, “Saturu”. “Goto”. “Gejo”. Ugh). Both of their last names start with a G, end with an O and have 4 letters. Both of their given names start with an S, end with an U and have 6 letters. They complement each other. They need each other

The only times we've seen Gojo with an expression of actual pure, raw emotion is when it's about Geto. When he finds out about what Geto did, when he realizes how thin and wrong Geto looks, when he sees him again for what we assume to be the first time in years, when he dies, when a thing wearing his corpse and using his voice greets him (“Yo, Satoru!” oh my god)

Suguru was able to fight back when in Kenjaku's control after Satoru said his name. Kenjaku himself says that had never happened before

And you don't even have to see them as romantic. You don't have to ship them if you don't want to. But you can't deny that they care about each other more than they will ever care about anyone else

[bleue-flora]

i wonder why cdream Said that ctommy being attachments to the server, bc that's not true like Even cdream had attachments before him like spirt. So i think it was to play with ctommy hero complex, like ctommy believes himself to be the hero of the story so what better than support this belief saying that he's the most important person in his plan and he is the cause of everything, to feed his ego so he would make sure he'd not question cdream's true plan. Like all the attachment vault was Made to make people pissed at him, so his speech to c!clingy literally played into what they wanted to believe for themselfs to make them feel like the role cwilbur give them

Ding ding ding, we have a winner!

Yes. Absolutely. (Have you been reading my drafts - are you in my head? This has literally been something rotting my brain recently…)

Honestly, I rewatched a lot of it recently and I forgot how freaking nonsensical he is in the disc confrontation, like man makes no sense. They literally had wars over attachments before Tommy arrived. (Now mind you the difference is the level of respect in those wars and stuff but the point stands) Tommy in absolutely no capacity created attachments. Nor does he need to exist for there to be attachments. And like the fact that some people think the finale wasn’t staged is wild. Like man is talking nonsense, and Dream may have been obsessive, unhinged, violent before but he never straight up lied so obviously and contradicted himself so insanely before. I mean the fish (I think it’s Bekerson) on the wall is from before Tommy joined.

It’s so insane. One of the funniest things I noticed was that the Skeppy cage is directly behind them when he first brings up the prison [clip]. And then as Dream tells them how he’s going to put Tommy in the prison, the Skeppy cage is literally right behind him [clip].

And they don’t even question that it’s weird. Their dead animals are sitting in pens and they hardly question it either, before or after he reveals the revive book. In fact, they mean so little it’s not confirmed they weren’t real until Daedalus.

Like damn, it’s so crazy it makes me wonder if part of that was intentional. If he almost meant to sabotage his own plan. Like as some cry for help. If they don’t pick up on it then great it goes to his plan, but if they question the insanity then maybe they’ll take five minutes to actually listen to him and pull him off the ledge. Because I know I’ve self sabotaged myself before almost like subconsciously as some kinda cry for help. So maybe there was one buried in there. One everyone missed…

I don’t know. But everytime I watch it my heart breaks a little more at how little questions are asked, because you are exactly right, he played the role they set for him. He just acted as they expected, so there was no reason for them to question it. And he played at Tommy’s ego, because as everyone knows, 9/10 times manipulating a man, just requires going for the ego. ;D

[beelzeballing]

i am going to need to brute force this, arent i. well. HELLO MUTUALS. youre not going anywhere YOU ARE STAYING RIGHT HERE and i will explain GNOSIA CHARACTERS to you. do with this what you will.

SETSU: nonbinary legend. deutaroganist. very smart and kind but they also throw a guy out of the airlock for being annoying, calling them babe and misgendering them. everyone wants them, fish fear them.

RAQIO/RACIO: nonbinary legend number TWO. know it all little BASTARD. their hobbies include a little trolling, having a superiority complex and betraying their allies if currently convenient. i absolutely adore them.

YURIKO: fucked up cyber space-shrine maiden. LITERALLY yoinks the protagonist's plot armor after the tutorial is over. she is extremely scary

SHIGEMICHI: this is an 80 y/o human man who had an accident as a child and because he had a fucking special interest in aliens or smn like that his dad got him some shiny new skin. which makes him look like a stereotypical alien. hes as silly and goofy as he looks. an absolute FOOL. i love him.

STELLA: the ship AI. just wants to be A Real Boy. PAINFULLY heterosexual but she's very sweet.

JONAS: ship captain. he is so fucked up i dont even know whats wrong with him JUST LOOK AT HIM. fucking SPACE COWBOY. hes a weirdo. he doesn't fit in and he doesn't wanna fit in. i have never seen him without that stupid hat on. thats weird.

KUKRUSHKA: mute but like. i dont fucking know, ~telepathatically~ communicates. something is also wrong with her. one time she asked me to take a bunch of people out for her because she Didnt Trust Them and i did! and then she killed me. cunt. shes also like? a doll???

SQ: canonically a test tube baby. local bisexual gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss. she's a bit of a manipulative bitch but we love her for it.

CHIPIE: LITERALLY cat otherkin. has an entire cat thats been transplanted into his neck to aid with his transition into a cat. i swear to god im not fucking with you.

OTOME: beluga whale. BELUGA WHALE. IN A LITTLE CART. WITH LITTLE MECHANICAL HANDS. ARE YOU SEEING THIS SHIT. HELLO? HELLO??????

i ran out of PICTURES PER POST. I HATE YOU TUMBLR. theres a couple of characters missing (namely sha-ming, gina, comet and remnan) but i made sure to have the most relevant ones here. but tl;dr

sha-ming is the guy who gets thrown out of the airlock for getting on setsu's nerves

gina is literally just some chick

comet is the host for an alien space mold that can break loose and kill everyone on the ship

remnan is honestly more anxiety than man

[contentstarved]

I’ve been a fan of your blog for a while, and when I came back I revisited trigun after a friend had recommended it to me. Honestly I hyperfixated on Vash so fast, I love me some silly guys (who are also sad and need to be comforted because damn)

I saw you mentioned you liked Vashwood in one of your posts, do you have any spare hcs you could share?

HI GUESS WHO LET THIS SIT IN THE INBOX FOR A MONTH AND NEVER ACTUALLY TOUCHED IT FOR SOME REASON. first of all, hi, i fucking understand, i love v.ash so much good lord. my traumatized blonde man who needs so much more help than he allows himself. or that anyone else really gives, but, you know. i'll be pulling a little bit from some of my writing and roleplaying for this so it might be a little softer than canon!

Btw I wasn't sure what kinds of hcs you want, given I'm. A kink blog. But I tried to add in some non kink ones.

W.olfwood generally does not Get why V.ash treats himself like shit, at least not for a while; he has his guesses, but it takes him awhile until V.ash straightup tells him one night that he feels like he has to be useful and helpful to deserve anything, and that's when W.olfwood is really like. Ah shit. I will make sure not to take no for an answer from this point on and make sure he knows he deserves to be allowed to take care of himself even when he's not useful or even if he thinks he fucked something up. Probably even especially then.

Unfortunately V.ash will still skirt the line and undereat, but after a certain point you have to go "something's better than nothing and maybe he'll break and actually fucking eat." Especially with him.

And W.olfwood picks up pretty quick on the kinds of things V.ash likes but is nervous about asking for because... truthfully... the man isn't subtle. Sure, he would eat just about anything, but W.olfwood notices really fast that he's especially excited about salmon, sweets, and fruit, which he never asks for because fruit and fish are pretty damn expensive, but. Look. Sometimes a guy wants to spoil his boyfriend with a massive guilt complex, okay?

In rougher times with less money - or if V.ash is just being especially stubborn - he'll give some of his ration bars. They're not by any means good, but they at least give some respite from the constant hunger V.ash deals with for a little while.

As for some non kink ones:

They are both idiots. Together. V.ash is generally the goofier of the two because he strongly believes in faking it until you make it, but he also has so many stupid things to say and he may very well just die if he doesn't get to say them. It's contagious. I think they're both loosening the other up in different ways here.

W.olfwood also learns very quick that genuine kindness is not something V.ash is used to, and a little scared/intimidated by, and it lets W.olfwood go back a little to being a caretaker. He thought it was something he lost, but the neurotic plant makes him care, damn it, and he's slowly slipping back into being more gentle and loving, at least for V.ash. Other folks might still be on their own. Especially when he sees the thanks V.ash gets for his trouble.

Similarly, V.ash is gentle and close with W.olfwood; even if at first it's just W.olfwood doing his job, they still enjoy each other's company and V.ash... well. He tries to do a lot for him. He wants to help and listen and convince W.olfwood he's not a monster. They're both trying to convince each other of that.

W.olfwood also comes to think of V.ash as beautiful because of his plant features; the feathers, the markings, the sort of strange mannerisms are all a plus for him. If it gets strangely religious at times it's not his fault. It's on both sides anyway.

[thousand-winters]

I hope YOU'RE doing well pal! 💖💖💖 I'd love to hear your Laios and Hooty thoughts

Actually now I'm thinking about them interacting and how cursed it'd be haha

I am today!!! It has been a good day for once haha. I hope you're having a good day today, and that your cats are doing good!!!

Oh, my gods, I can't decide if they would get along like a house on fire or if somebody would end up dead ahahaha. Or if Laios would consider Hooty looks stupid considering his reaction to Marcille's sky fish lmao 😭 I'm sorry, Hooty, you technically ARE a worm.

Okay, getting into it now, starting with Laios:

How I feel about this character

I love him!!! He ended up not being my favorite because I adore Marcille with my whole heart but he's such a good main character, honestly. I wasn't thinking too much about it when I started watching, I was just having fun and I think it showed already that he wasn't just a silly character or anything, but man... the moments he got the most serious, he had me in shambles haha.

I enjoy him very much, it's really cool to see the ripples in his relationship with both monsters and humans. There's so much to him that I'm yet to see too and I'm looking forward to it, he's definitely not the kind of main character you're kinda sick of and want to leave already haha.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I have been swayed to the Labru side, finally, haha. I think they have a fascinating dynamic and while I certainly haven't seen everything they have to offer, the push and pull there makes it very compelling. Plus I'm not immune to cool fanart and funny posts, not gonna lie, but the main reason is that they seem to have a very compelling dynamic, not exactly direct or straightforward in its development and that really has me dying to see more.

I have been seeing Lashuro recently too and ngl, I've been going 👀 at that too. I remember I had talked with my friend Isis about how it was sort of funny that the Toudens do have very similar traits when it comes to how they view the world sometimes and yet Toshiro finds one annoying and the other charming. Probably in part a mix of attitude and gender, I'm not sure. Although in all fairness they seemed to be pretty at peace at the end so... I think it can be fun.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Marcille!!! Oh, they have so many good scenes with one another, they have such a fun dynamic, I love how much Laios trusts Marcille despite also knowing she can do shit like pour boiling water on an Undyne lmao.

In general they're very fun, the mix of them bickering but very obviously valuing each other's opinions and caring about one another is really good. Also I think it was you who said once they had siblings in lae energy and I can't unsee it ever since, they really do haha.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I haven't seen this much around tumblr or such, and I know the Dunmeshi Spanish fandom has the worst takes known to mankind but man, he's not dumb, come on now.

I doubt this is really unpopular and I especially need to actually read the full manga to understand his character more, probably, so I don't have too many complex opinions about him but... I feel like it's somewhat common to see him depicted as stupid but he's such a smart character, actually? He doesn't have to be the tropey nerd character to be smart, he has been shown to be very perceptive, even if he might be lacking on that department when it comes to social matters.

I just think writing him off as just being clueless and dumb is doing a big disservice to his character. He does have his struggles when it comes to general awareness and specific types of it but he's far from dumb.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I truly cannot speak on this one since I'm not done with the manga, haha. I have been spoiled a bit by some really cool fanart and animatics, I'm not gonna lie, so I have the gist of some big things that are coming but since I have the idea and not the actual development of it, I don't feel like I can speak on any of it, nor do I have any concrete ideas there anyway.

So far I'm pretty content with everything I have seen, both anime and manga wise.

And now onto Hooty:

How I feel about this character

I love him. I get why he annoys a lot of people in and out of universe, he's one of those silly cartoon characters that's not supposed to be super deep (although what's up with Papa Titan having a Hooty in his eye? I still need answers about that), but I like that he's always sweet and loves his people even if they're mean to him. I'm so happy Lilith came along and started appreciating him, it's what he deserves!

I think he's fun in general. I definitely would love to think more about the deeper implications about his existence, how did he even meet Eda and all about that, but I have to admit I don't think enough about him most of the time to even have ideas in that department. He's just silly and I appreciate that.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

None, this is how you get the cursed image of Hootlets. Does anybody wants Hootlets? This is how we get them.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

LILITH!!! Their friendship makes me SO happy, they're adorable. I definitely didn't see that one coming but I like how they ended lowkey balancing each other with Hooty reminding Lilith to care for herself and that she should depend on others and Lilith remarking upon Hooty's own worth to the point he's not seeking attention desperately anymore after they become friends because he's far more content with his friendship. It might have been more about how the writing around him changed too, but I liked to think the fact they became friends also helped the rest of the Owl Fam to soften around him and appreciate him more.

I love that in the end Hooty is living his best life just going around with Lilith.

My unpopular opinion about this character

He's not THAT annoying except in the Spanish dub. And I'm saying this as a chronic "obnoxious cartoon mascot hater" haha. Hooty is obviously supposed to be a little much but I don't think it ever goes to the point in which you actually want to strangle him or wish he wasn't even in the show in the first place.

At least that's what the experience was for me, I'm aware opinions differ but I think Hooty is pretty fine as he is, honestly.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Going back to that thing with Papa Titan and the Hooty eye... hey, what was that? Can we go back to that real quick? I really wish we had found out what was the connection between titans and... whatever Hooty is. I know Dana said at some point a specific youtuber had made the right theory but I could never figure out who was it and what did they say haha.

Anyway, yeah, I wish they had gotten into that. It would be Hooty AND titan lore all in one.

Thank you for the ask!!! From this ask game

[ryverbind]

Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Caught in #4k [5]

I wake up groggy and exhausted. Definitely not prepared for a full work day, that's for sure.

The Faces and I spent the entire night playing together. It was honestly fun aside from the few times Sally and I got into really aggressive arguments. I was worried one of them would turn into a yelling match, but somehow, we were calmed. I blame-- I mean-- thank Ash for that.

Still, it was about two in the morning by the time I realized how late it was. I told my friends good night and ended my stream that amassed a whopping five thousand and something viewers. I thanked them all the best way I could-- which was just through words. For now.

And the best part of ending abruptly is that Sally wasn't given a chance to bitch at me for getting him killed early in the night.

The only issue is that it's eight in the damn morning and I have no energy. But, I do have a clear and optimistic mindset.

Later, Ash is going to help me link my bank account to all of my socials. For Twitch, I need to at this point. With how often I plan on streaming, alongside my growing number of viewers, I'll actually start making some money, which blows my mind.

But, I'm excited. This is the change I've been looking for. It's something good for me and dad. And hey, who knows, maybe I'll be able to go back to school at some point.

I get ready for my day, sighing upon realizing that I've forgotten to get more contacts again. I'll have to do that soon.

A wave of deja vu washes over me as I situate my glasses onto the bridge of my nose, looking over my form in the mirror. The last time I did this, I wasn't involved with Sally and I definitely wasn't streaming. Come to think of it, VioletViolence didn't exist either yet.

The deja vu feels good this time and I can't help but smile at myself as I pull my stupid skirt higher on my waist and get ready to leave for the day.

Maybe I won't have to work this taxing job soon, too. If I could have true, reliable income from streaming and being a bit of an influencer, that would help me out tremendously. Being online could be my only occupation.

Before I step out of my apartment to start my day, my phone starts ringing. There goes that deja vu again.

I bound over to the elevator, trying to fish my phone out of the side pocket on my backpack. But it's stuck, and I can't get it in time to answer the call.

Hissing, I press the button to go down to my apartment complex's lobby then take my backpack off, man-handling the damn phone and yanking it from its fabric clutches. Life being hard on me just because.

I glance over my lit up screen with furrowed brows due to extreme aggravation. It's going to be a long day.

With pinched lips, I click on Ash's missed call and put my phone to my ear, listening to consecutive rings. It doesn't take her too long to pick up though.

"Hey, y/n! Everything okay?" Ash asks, her kind voice chirpy and cheery like she got a full seven hours of sleep. I'm not sure how she manages to not feel aggravated on little sleep because I know she definitely went to bed later than I did.

"Hey, hun," I start, smiling slightly. Her happy voice makes me feel a bit better. "Yea, I'm fine. Just couldn't get to my phone, it was stuck in a pocket. I'm on my way to work. How are you?"

Ash sucks in a breath. "Ouch, sorry. We shouldn't have kept you up so late," she says guiltily.

I walk into the elevator, scooting in beside an older man with a briefcase. I smile at him. He doesn't smile back. So I face forward and raise my eyebrows. "No, don't worry about it," I tell Ash. "I actually really enjoyed myself! Sally's a bit of an ass, but I can overlook it."

"Wow," Ash gasps. "Is this progress I'm seeing? I noticed you guys getting real flirty, but for you to actually be getting used to him? The gates have fallen and all the little monsters are taking my y/n-bug!"

A giggle leaves my lips and I hold my phone with both hands, trying to hide myself from the man behind me but refusing to let some random kill my instant good mood. "Don't get your hopes up. I think the arguments are fun, but Sally genuinely can't stand me. I'm not sure how to fix that, and I don't really want to make him like me at all either. It's fun making him suffer," I say smugly, grinning at the metallic elevator doors.

The doors-- who are absolutely against me in every way for unknown reasons-- open up to a handful of people the minute the expression envelops my face and my grin drops. Way to make myself look like an absolute villainess in front of potential neighbors right?

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and weave through people until I find my way out of the apartment building and into the hot, summer LA air.

The sun is bright, blinding even, and I can already feel a sweat working up, so I keep walking in the direction of the diner and try my best to find some shade.

"Oh well," Ash sighs into the call. "Sally will come around eventually. He's just really hard headed with you-- not sure why. Even just your name-- either one, in fact-- gets him worked up. It's really weird."

I shrug, feeling like an idiot when I remember that she can't see. "Not my problem. He has something against me and I don't know what it is, but I don't really care either." I shield my eyes from the sun, squinting my eyes in the harsh light. "So what's up? Any plans today?"

"Oh, actually, thank you for the reminder!" Ash says, cursing herself lightly. "I called for a reason. I know you said you won't be coming to Vegas. Boringggg." She giggles and the action makes me smile a little more. "But I emailed you the invite a few minutes ago. I wanted to make sure you got it!"

I hum, pulling my phone away from my face to look down at my screen. My eyes are still shielded as I scroll through my recent emails and, sure enough, there's one from Ash. The subject says,, "That party invite-- the one you won't be coming to :("

With a little giggle, I place my phone to my ear again. "Yea, I've got it. I'll check it out a little later, but I'm still not going," I remind her, noting the diner coming into view. "But listen, I'll talk to you again tonight, okay? Are you guys playing again?"

"We sure are!" Ash exclaims excitedly. "We'll be getting on around six in the evening. Can you be there for that time?"

Frowning, I remember that I'm staying until about eight tonight. "I'll be late, but I'll be there," I promise.

Ash squeals. Her cute noises always excite me and fill me with actual joy-- something I don't feel very often nowadays. "Yay! Okay, I'll tell the guys! I'm super excited!"

I huff out a laugh, opening the back door into the diner's kitchen. Nodding toward some of the cooks, I turn into our rest area and put my bag down. "Sounds good. I'm excited too." I glance at my surroundings and realize my shift starts in ten minutes. "I've got to go. I'll see you tonight."

"Barf, but okay! Ich liebe dich. Have a great day!" Ash says, blowing me a kiss then hanging up. Her trademark lately is telling me she loves me in different languages, it's pretty cute.

Most of my day goes by quickly. Well, the first half at least. I couldn't be more thankful for that. But when I'm on break, munching on a burger that the head cook was nice enough to make for me, I spend some time hanging out on Discord.

Ultimately, I come to regret it.

LARBEARAWR: hey vi i have a cewl pic 4 u wana c???

VIOLETVIOLENCE: sure lar :3 send it over!!!

T0DDLES12: Larry and Sally have been off doing something all day. They haven't been home in about four hours.

Ew, so they're together. I hope Larry just sends me a cute kitty picture or something.

ASHYPOO <3: Really? GUYSSSSS what are you doing??? We're literally going to be streaming laterrr. Plus, Larry owes me a ride to that new smoothie shop on the outskirts of nockfell >:(((

T0DDLES12: Sally mentioned something about wanting to practice his guitar at their parents' place down Main Street. Apparently, Lisa and Henry bought some type of studio to open a little meat market but haven't gotten around to it yet. So it's ended up being the perfect place for Larry and Sally to do criminal things.

I reel back in my seat, a bit confused by the information I've been given. I have a mouthful of fries, but I stop chewing as I try to make sense of who exactly Lisa is with.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: wait, who's Lisa and Henry?

I wait with bated breath. Of course, I had to lie about knowing Lisa given the situation I put myself into. But I know Lisa very well, she and I were besties before I moved. She made the most amazing lasagna for me, Larry, Todd, and Ash. She was an awesome second mom.

T0DDLES12: Henry is Sally's father. Lisa is Larry's mother. They're married and it's all thanks to the boys. The guys started out as best friends when Sally first moved to Nockfell, then their parents met and the rest was history.

My eyes are wide. What are the fucking chances that Sally and Larry have ended up being step-brothers? Fuck this is wild. And fuck, this is really not looking up for me. I have to be careful with what I say.

I genuinely hope that Henry is nothing like his son.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: awwweee that's so cute, i'm glad it worked out that way for them :)

It sounds sarcastic and, let's be honest, it kind of is. I'm hardcore freaked out.

A photo comes in from Larry but it takes a second or two to load in. So, I squint my eyes and bring my phone closer to my face.

When I don't have time to decide that I don't want to see the picture, a blisteringly hot photo finally pops up in front of me and I suddenly find myself choking on my fries. A few bits of gross, chewed up potato fly onto the floor at my feet as I rush to cover my mouth with a hand. My phone gets slammed onto the table in front of me as I try to catch my breath.

Every inch of my body is on fire and I feel like I'm being seared from the inside out. My brain is overwhelmed and fighting to hold onto my sanity. And my sanity? My rational, working order that keeps me in check? It's running for the hills-- sprinting over to my phone just so it can lick my screen. I struggle to grip onto the last bits of me that actually make sense.

And, by the way, fuck Larry. Because I lose my grasp on my good-natured superego. My scary ego takes the reins, commanding my hands to bring my phone up to my face again.

Sigmund Freud would have fucking loved me.

With shaky hands and wide eyes, I rake my eyes over the photo that Larry sent. Hell, I even zoom in on it.

In the photo is a shirtless Sally Face. He's dripping in sweat, his hair messy and sticking to his prosthetic, and his guitar is securely hanging onto the front of his body.

His hands are holding onto the body and neck of his bright red, fiery guitar and I'm not quite sure where to look first.

His skin, as pale as the moon on a dim night, glistens with sweat from putting his entire heart into playing the instrument, I'll bet. His arms aren't too muscular, but they're veiny and there's definitely some muscle mass there. Has to be a result of constant working hands. My eyes trail up the various veins in his arms and then over the wide variety of tattoos.

Sally's sleeve is completely free for me to view right now-- and it doesn't just stop at his elbow. The tattoo I saw on his arm-- the one I got to touch-- goes all the way up to his shoulder and I can feel my mouth watering over the attractive, geometric designs.

His other arm doesn't have quite as many tattoos, but he does have a vine of some kind of flower wrapping around his skin. It's not a big tattoo that covers every inch of him, in fact, it's rather small, but it is long. It starts at his wrist and trails along and around his arm, all the way up to his shoulder.

There's a tattoo on his collarbone, but I can't quite make out what it is. Regardless, it's nice to look at and my brain has gone fuzzy.

I can see his shattered dagger tattoo exceptionally well with his head looking down at his finger placement. His neck is reddened just a bit with little pieces of his shoulder length, cerulean hair stuck to his skin in some places.

Fuck, I hate that he's hot and I was doing just fine with ignoring my dull attraction to him until this. The thought of seeing his face covered in sweat and stuck in a focused expression would probably make me lose whatever brain cells I have left.

I cross my legs and clear my throat, slapping my cheeks after a moment. I look up and away from the photo, trying to clear my mind in an attempt to quell my raging emotions. And somehow, I still find myself looking down at the photo again.

Sally's wearing black ripped jeans that hug his thighs in all the right places. Now that I'm looking closer too, I can see little scars littering his pale, glistening neck. And fuck, he has the most beautiful torso I think I've ever seen in my life.

And what is that?

I narrow my eyes and zoom in closer.

My stomach practically drops out of my ass upon realizing that the edge of a tattoo is peeking out of the waistband of his jeans. I'm not sure where it is exactly, but it's probably on his thigh and I'd give anything to lay my eyes on the full thing one day.

My heart is beating wildly and I feel like I can't breathe. If I take a breath, I think I may burst and I'm not sure in what way. There are too many aggressors in just one photo. My head is overloaded and I almost throw caution to the wind, say fuck it, and ask Sally to fucking fly back to LA.

Come to think of it, where's that text to Lexi?

I hiss at the photo and click out of it, finally taking a deep breath and realizing I've broke out into a nervous sweat. My thighs are glued together and I'm afraid to move-- afraid to even think because my head is impure and I haven't gotten fucked in far too long.

Damn.

I lick my dry lips and blink at the Discord chat.

LARBEARAWR: vi if u zoom in on the red thing u can c my name on the bottom LARBEARAWR: vi do u c it LARBEARAWR: viiiiiiiii r u bein like sally LARBEARAWR: ok i'll leave u 2 masturbate in peace

T0DDLES12: Larry, I'm too gay for that picture. Please delete it. Neil and I are trying to find your location and it's not for innocent reasons.

ASHYPOO <3: No wonder Sally's pulling all the bitches... HE NEVER LEAVES ANY HOTTIES FOR THE REST OF US AND THIS IS WHY fuck >:(

T0DDLES12: That must be frustrating for you and Larry. Though, Sally would be the only bitch I need. T0DDLES12: Also, Vi, I am not cheating on my boyfriend. I casually flirt with my friends and Neil finds it hilarious. I don't actually want to have sex with any of my friends, or anyone else for that matter.

ASHYPOO <3: Todd's lying. He's actually a little whore for hot people. Don't let him lie to you XD

T0DDLES12: No need to call me out, Ashley.

LARBEARAWR: shut up vi is trying 2 get off LARBEARAWR: gosh u guys have no respect 4 others needs

ASHYPOO <3: True that. Sorry, Vi. We'll leave you to let out some sexy steam~ :3

Fuck, how did I manage to put myself into this ridiculous position. The worst part is that they aren't far off from the truth. Sal is hot as fuck and it pains me to admit it.

This ground is officially dangerous, tainted with bombs that'll go off the minute I make one wrong move. Sally and I cannot meet again. If I see him without a shirt in person, his pants are coming off too.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: sorry guys i'm at work and just getting to my break! sally has a badass guitar. and yes, i see your signature larry lmfao

I didn't even look for Larry's name on the damn guitar. If I click on that photo again, chaos will ensue in my mind and I can't handle that. I still have a few hours left to go in this shift and I'll actually have to talk with Sally tonight. I can't subject myself to that torture while knowing I'll have to converse with him in just a few hours.

LARBEARAWR: lol did u rlly c it LARBEARAWR: r u sure u weren't looking @ sally's lickable shirtless bod 2 hard

VIOLETVIOLENCE: yes lar, i'm sure lol. i see it, it's there!

LARBEARAWR: lol... that's wild... cause my name isn't on it... LARBEARAWR: sally wood off me if i ever touched his guitar :P LARBEARAWR: caught u in #4k hehe

I want to scream and cry and roll around on the floor because, yea, Larry caught me in the most obvious fucking lie ever. I think when I see him again, I'm going to punch him. I don't think I'll feel better until I do.

My eyes squeeze shut and I throw a hand over my mouth again, letting my phone drop to the table a second time. This man is evil. Both men are evil. Larry is smarter than he lets on and Sally is just too damn fuckable. I should have never started streaming.

What do I do. What do I do? I can't let this marinate, I have to fix it.

My lungs are wedged into my throat and my legs are bouncing up and down in a panic. I feel like I'm going to fucking throw up.

I got caught slacking in one of the worst moments of weakness I've ever shown in my life.

In a last ditch effort to restore some faith in myself, I download the photo of Sal and do my best to ignore how badly I want to drool over it.

Zooming in all the way into the bottom right of the guitar, I screenshot and then delete the full photo so I don't have to listen to my insides scream upon seeing his naked upper half again. Fuck, this is aggravating.

Deny until you die, right?

I edit Larry's name onto the screenshot of the guitar then quickly send it in the chat.

The group is silent for a second, and I know that photo is obviously edited, but maybe it'll take a little bit of heat off of me. I chew on my bottom lip, cheeks heating up again as I think abut how to lose every connection to the name VioletViolence. I can start over again. Under a fourth name.

Hell, maybe I have a problem...

All my names are a result of me running away from my unavoidable problems. I'm starting to see a pattern.

My phone pings and I focus in on it again, sucking in a quick breath.

SALLYFʌCɛ: awww, what a cute attempt to save yourself. don't wear yourself out too much. and clean up whatever mess you make along the way.

I'm fucked for life.

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A/N:::::: my good friend drew this photo of Sally for Motherf*cker and he came out so awesome🫶🫶 if you wanna show some love, they’re @ MadamMilky on Wattpad!!!

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Weather Warning - Andreas x reader

Andreas of Eraklyon x reader

Word Count : 2215

Warnings: slight mention of abuse

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He was too old for you, you knew that, but the day he stopped you from falling in the woods was the day you knew you were fucked and this man whether you liked it or not was going to be in your life. 

Andreas had come into your life like a whirlwind, nothing exciting ever happened in your small, mundane village, until he moved in with his daughter Beatrix, they mostly kept to themselves, from the gossip in the village he was a single father, and she was away at some posh collage, you should have been at college too, but things were complicated. 

Your adoptive family weren’t very wealthy and all the money they did have was poured into keeping their small village shop alive. In a way you were now grateful of your situation, at least you got to see the new talk of the town so to speak. 

Things at home were hard. Your adoptive parents never really cared for you, maybe they did in the beginning, until they realised how expensive it was to have a child and finally the novelty wore off, as you got older, so did the child benefits, most days you found yourself wondering alone in the woods if not working, it was the only place you could escape. 

As usual your head was in the clouds and you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, honestly, the rock came out of nowhere, you could have sworn… nope, not paying attention. Your foot caught on the partially exposed rock sprouting from the soil and before you fell face first into the gravely forest path you sent up a silent prayer. 

You didn’t speak to many people, so the fact that your prayer had been answered and you were inches hovering from the ground with no bloody face was a miracle in your eyes. In your daze you were unaware of the strong hands putting you back on steady ground.  

‘Thank you, Jesus!” You heard a cough behind you, and you squeaked, whirling around to see who was out here with you. 

“It’s Andreas, not Jesus, but you’re welcome sweet girl, you should watch where you’re walking.”

You looked like a fish; you just knew that if you could have looked in a mirror your mouth was bobbing open and shut like an awkward fish blowing bubbles at the hot man. Who knows what would have been less embarrassing, maybe he should have let you fall. 

“This is normally the part where you say thank you and tell me your name…” His arms folded across his chest, like he needed to make his muscles look any bigger… 

“I-I’mm umm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N, I work in the shop, in the village, I’ve seen you a couple of times...” Oh no, word vomit, the next part of phase awkward, if only the ground could open and swallow you… 

You stumbled backward as the ground seemed to tremble, Andreas seemed more alert and again his arms flew out to catch you as the earth beneath your feet split open creating a chasm large enough… to swallow you. England had mini earthquakes once in a blue moon but that was just fucking too coincidental.

You realised a bit late that you were still wrapped up in Andreas’ arms and when his hold on you became a little lighter, if you weren’t embarrassed enough... You looked from him and to the hole in the ground where you had once been standing, you were going to give this guy some sort of saviour complex by the time you managed to make it home. 

About to thank him for saving you once again, you turned, but he was gone, and you were left in a swirl of autumn leaves, the only proof that he was there, the electrifying tingles he’d left across your body, mind and soul.

The encounter with Andreas in the woods had left you feeling all sorts of ways. Frustrated was the main feeling, but why? Because the hot mysterious, now NOT stranger spoke to you but then left. Horny because... well... and giddy because HE SPOKE TO YOU!

The book you had in your hands was going unnoticed, you’d officially read the same sentence 4 times as you watched the storm of leaves and twigs dance outside. The weather had been weird lately, you hadn’t thought too much of it, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore. You laughed at yourself a few times over the last couple of weeks, somewhere in the recess of your mind believing you had some effect on the earth, you were going crazy, being cooped up in a dead ass village where nothing exciting ever happened and nose stuck in fantasy books, no one was coming to save you and you certainly didn’t have H20, X-Men, Starwars powers. 

The dead flowers in the shop weren’t a reflection of your mood, your adoptive parents probably forgot to water them, something you’d be shouted at for later.

The day was slowwww, the weather keeping everyone indoors. Apart from Andreas, who was heading towards the shop. The wind outside seemed to pick up until you could see him being blown back slightly. Your heart was racing, he’d made it to the doors which burst open with a gust. 

“Would you stop with the wind already!” His hair was dishevelled, and you had to use all the willpower inside you not to giggle. Then you realised what he said. 

“Oh yeah, nice to see you too Andreas, of course I’ll stop the weather for you, at the same time I’ll conjure my broomstick and fly out of here.” You shook your head and hopped off your stool behind the counter, placing your thick novel down with an exaggerated thud. 

Walking around the small store you watched as he watched you. Looking at you with a slight tilt to his head, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You really don’t know, do you?” 

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He’d made you shut the shop and then you sat in the back side by side while he told you about who he was, where he came from, your powers, Alfea school for fairies, which is apparently what you were... you were still trying to figure out if Andreas was just an escaped mental patient or if he was telling the truth.

Slowly you realised your body had relaxed into him and at some point, his arm had come around you, so you were tucked into his side. He’d also mentioned the electricity you felt between each other, it wasn’t just you that felt it or some sick figment of your imagination, you were soul-bound, he knew it the moment he laid eyes on you. It was rare, to find your soulmate so early on, especially when you didn’t even know they truly existed, fairies can confirm their soulmate, with an advanced spell, something you weren’t ready for, you didn’t need to, you could feel it. 

He told you about the blood witches, Rosalind, someone called Saul, his son Sky, Beatrix... How they were here only temporarily, he’d just gone back and announced he wasn’t dead to the world, he was using this place to lay low before returning to Alfea to teach the Specialists. 

Honestly your head was swimming, there was too much information. You looked to the front doors, it was dark now, the storm caused by your magic settled. Andreas was playing with a lock of your hair while he continued telling him about all the things you believed only existed in fairy tales.

“.. and that’s why you’ll be coming back with me to Alfea..” You were shaken out of your daze, go back with him to some magical realm, he was practically a stranger, yes, a stranger you were fated to be with, but still, it all seemed too crazy. 

You jumped to your feet and spun to face him. “Andreas, I can’t just leave.” You started tidying the shop, your parents, if you could even really call them that would be furious if they came by and saw that the shop had been closed, not that anyone apart from the reckless specialist sitting on your stock room floor had come by all day.

“Sweet girl, there is nothing for you here, you told me yourself, you’ll come with me, go to college and learn about who you are and where you came from, I’ve already called ahead and let Rosalind know, she is expecting you. I will deal with your… guardians.” His lip curled in a snarl. After all you had told him he already expressed a great hatred to the people that homed you. 

You were going to argue with him, but he was right, you wanted nothing more than to leave this place and go to college but this… this was too much pressure. Soulmates, fairies, magic. 

“Don’t argue with me Y/N, you’re coming home, where you should have been all along.” He kissed your forehead and went to the doors, looking back he glanced over you. “Were leaving tomorrow, pack a bag, the rest will be transported later, I’m going to speak to your parents, don’t fight me on this.”

-Third POV- 

Rosalind could sense the girl’s power from a mile away, like a power-seeking bloodhound. She’d taken a portal to Andreas’ house as soon as he told her about finding a changeling, his soulmate, nonetheless. 

According to Andreas he had ‘spoken’ with the parents, from what Rosalind understood, he should have just killed them. As well as her power, Rosalind could sense Y/N’s emotions if she reached out enough, she didn’t like what she saw when she went over her memories of her upbringing. A little fear didn’t seem like it would be enough to keep her parents from asking more questions, Rosalind knew she may have to pay their brains a little visit before they left.

Specialist guards were surrounding the girls house, orders of Andreas while he spoke to Rosalind, he didn’t need anything happening to Y/N before they got a chance to get to Alfea. The wind had picked up again and Andreas knew his little mate was sitting pondering what was to come, he could almost sense it. 

A few streets over Y/N had packed a bag, her small number of possessions crammed into one holdall, she didn’t care if she didn’t bring the rest. Tears soaked her cheeks as she packed and through glossy eyes. Her face ached, safe to say Andreas had pissed her dad off, he didn’t do it often, but she was now sporting a red bruise which she knew would turn black and blue in a few days, normally he did it in less obvious places, this time he was blinded by rage, being told that his one way to a second paycheck was leaving? It didn’t go down too well.

Honestly Y/N couldn’t handle what had happened in the last 12 hours, it would be enough to drive anyone to thinking they were mad, she felt like that’s where she was headed, like Alice down the rabbit hole. 

It was dark now, the only thing illuminating her steps were the stars, it was a clear night, but the storm was still raging. Y/N had snuck out while her parents argued amongst each other. With quiet footsteps she hurried down the driveway and into the street, she breathed. 

The specialists were looking at the small girl from the cover of darkness, clear instructions to keep an eye on her and not approach unless instructed, obviously Andreas knew her every move, he was on the other end of the earpiece. 

Y/N struggled to know where to go, what to do. She looked towards the woods, she looked towards Andreas’ house, she looked back to her own home. With another deep breath she ran. 

Y/N POV

It felt right to be knocking on his door. A moment had passed where your mind told you to run to the woods, but it was fear talking. He was right, there was nothing for you here, the bruise forming under your eye solidified that for you. 

You’d never felt so much relief when he opened the door, took one look at you and swept you into his arms, his fingers grasping your chin tilting your head to look at the bruise forming under your puffy red eyes. His lips came down slowly and puckered on the sore spot, you wouldn’t think by looking at him he could be so sweet and tender. 

A woman was talking to someone in the background, you could see her through the glass door that led through to the kitchen, she stopped, suddenly turning she met your eyes and you shivered. 

Andreas took you closer to his body and guided you through to the living room where he plopped you on the sofa and wrapped a blanket around you. You watched as he put something black into his pocket. He kissed your forehead and headed towards the door meeting the woman at the threshold. As if sensing your hesitation, he turned giving you a reassuring smile. 

“Get some rest love, I have something I need to take care of, I promise you, no one will hurt you again.” 

[arcplaysgames]

Me like "WOW THAT'S SO PRETTY, YUSUKE YOU'RE SO TALENTED" until we go to the art exhibition, which goes like

yusuke man psst hey uhhhh do you want a hand

Next time, we FINALLY GET TO GO ON THE LAKE BOATS YESSSSSSSS /claps

Reverie has to row so Yusuke can focus on his sketching. He spots another set of people in an adjacent boat and pegs them as a blooming romantic couple and starts sketching them.

Y U S U K E!!!!!

lmao it turns out they are not a couple, they are brother and sister and are Max Embarrassed at being thought of as otherwise.

We might need to get you a coach on the subject, are you any good at skating? There's this guy, Viktor Nikiforov who might be able to assist you.

I mean I always feel anguish in a church so do you wanna try a portrait of me?

But Yusuke's latest idea is to sketch Jesus in anguish on the cross, and Reverie is gonna be his model.

GOD, CAN'T HAVE SHIT IN DETROIT

also lmao i am so amused by how bossy Yusuke is, I am serious that I hope the fandom has had some kind of fun with this. Yusuke should boss Reverie around all the time imo.

The comedic timing on this moment is honestly great. Just that sad little pose while Yusuke watches, LMAO.

I mean holding this position is GONNA cause you so goddamn anguish, but it's also going to introduce you to what the sciatica is, boys, so maybe not, lol.

Anyway a priest rolls up like "soooo wtf y'all doin'" and then explains to Yusuke the complexities of the crucifixion and how it wasn't just about pain, blah blah.

Another swing and miss for Yusuke. Honestly, cannot wait for what comes next with him.

Okay like this is obviously a joke, but also it's a sweet moment, because Yusuke is internalizing that the thing he was missing from the anguish of jesus (and BELIEVE ME, it hurts my heathen ass to type that with a straight face) was the hope behind the event. So he pulls the pose again as he says goodnight to Reverie as a sign of "I still have hope" and Reverie doing it back feels like him saying "Me too."

IT'S GREAT, I like Yusuke. I would pay cash money to hear these lines acted out by Mercer, lemme tell you.

Also I am still doing the Temperance arc because I just gotta know what the fuck is going on here. Kawakami keeps getting weird pushy late night phone calls about money and.... seems to be on the hook for her sister's medical bills? Which. Sounds sketch? Is this an adult sister or a younger sibling she's caring for? Why would debt collection be happening like this? Is she involved in shady shit or is she trying to make it sound like she is to garner sympathy (see: money) from Reverie?

I have no idea.

There is this odd moment at the end where she drops her Perky Maid Act to show what seems like genuine concern. The mention of wanting Reverie to stay "healthy" leads me to believe that her sister really is sick, or she thinks her sister is sick?

I cannot believe that the Hot Teacher Who Is Also Maid is more compelling than some of my main party confidant arcs, but here we are.

THERE IS A FUNNY MOMENT RE: THIS where Ryuji drags Reverie out to go fishing at Ichigaya and Kawakami is there and is actually an extremely skilled fisher, and Reverie gets the option to refer to her as "Master" (as in a master fisherman)

AND SHE JUST GIVES YOU A FUCKING LOOK.

like "bitch. I see you."

gdi i think I like Kawakami, what the fuck is this game.

you're my what now

me, who removed Ryuji from the party as soon as Yusuke showed up and hasn't looked back: /sweats nervously

but yeah for real, Junpei and Yosuke you are not, Ryuji, sorry. If anyone is my right-hand, it's Ann. but really it's more like I am Morgana's right-hand, lets be SUPER REAL here.

[richardsphere]

Leverage Log: The Blue Line Job

I read the name of this episode and let me say in advance, the reference to a (thin?) blue line immediately after an episode where the villain referenced 9/11 has me significantly worried about this show's direction. --- Oh its an episode about how one of america's 4 favourite pasttimes (hockey, baseball, Handegg and WWE) is legitimately bad for the participants brains due to the repeated concussions. (note: That description covers 3 of the four. Only baseball is not a contact sport) Im gonna be honest, i don't know how this ties into the Blue Line, but its an important message that US audiences need to be more aware of. --- So we have extreme electromagnets getting seeded, and Parker is starting to get the psychological profiling references (in creepy Cold War ways)

Everyone gets really confused for a sec when Sophie turns out to know a lot about hockey. (turns out she stole the Stanley Cup. Not to be confused with the shitty Stanley Cups that for some reason became FOMO Fashion last year.) --- Ok, if you are ever in the same room as any of these people: Dont eat, Dont drink dont even breathe. --- Cheating the guy with magnets. Anticlimactic use of them tbh. --- Elliot is loving it on the ice. I wonder what its like for an actor being told they have to suddenly learn how to do fightscenes on ice. --- Guys been putting a hit out on his own man to prevent having to pay his bonus. (by which i mean paying people to start fights with him, to avoid paying a bonus which prerequisites him fighting every game of the season. Its a terrible plan for avoiding the payout. Unless he dies but the bribes are not hitmen level of money for murder.) --- Nate is really frustrated that Sophie apparently lost the stanley cup. (not in the "lost the tournament" sense, but in the "lost the trophy".) --- Elliot decides to cut the knot: Just tell the guy his medical paperwork is being rigged and that he's dying of brainbash. Unfortunately it seems he knows and is trying to do it for his kid. --- Ok so it turns out that Sophie's old partner is a Celebrity Cameo. (Im not american and i dont like sports so i dont know shit about this guy) --- Ok so Sophie is pretending to be an eccentric billionaire (with a turtle) --- Oh Clients Dad just attacked Elliot? "you dont know anything about me" *proceeds to diagnose* Elliot keeps trying the "convince him not to kill himself" play (a respectable play) but it just doesnt work. --- OMG he just counterconned them by accident? "I know the industry, you guys are the bigger fish. Im out, feel free to buy my company if you want it" Im fairly certain this might be the one case where the downturn wasnt a part of the con. Honestly, amazing on the writers to have this such a natural way for the con to fall apart. "oops Hardison's too good at his job" --- Ok, so goodbye to Cameoman, it was nice to see him and nate not have a dick-measuring contest over Sophie's affections. (I was worried it was gonna be one of those jealousy episodes) --- Final game just started and Elliot is tackling white-shirts like there's no tomorrow. Cant actually see what he's saying to them but I suspect he's going into step 2 of his plan: If Clients Dad wont get off the ice, warn everyone else he's got a bad case of "the Dyings". Honestly, Elliot is great at just cutting through the complexities. None of this treasurehunt nonsense just tell them. --- Elliot is taken out of the game and put on the bench. --- Dad tries to start a fight but it seems im right, Elliot has just been playing the simple game of: trust humans not to want to murder a guy. Return of the electromagnets. (good, puck-tricking was boring). Remember, checkov's gun can be loaded with more then a single bullet --- Sophie still doesn't know where the cup is. (and I still dont know where the blue line is)

[thespiral]

👾 for Fresno! Or if you feel like a different barbie, have at it. I'm ready for the Symbolism and the Themes ´･ᴗ･`

for you my friend. extra barbie on the house.

FRESNO: Bat Out of Hell - Meatloaf

*1,000,000 visitor alarm goes off* OH BABY YOU GOT ONE OF THEM FUNDAMENTAL SONGS. bat out of hell was one of THEE ingredients to make Fresno what they are today even if it was base and not like, the deeply complex disaster they are today along with golden age of leather and power underneath despair böc. but it's still a good way to sort of connect them down to the 80s roots and shit

so bat out of hell is out of a concept album about Guy Who Dies in Motorcycle Crash but nobody said it could be a Metaphysical Guy Who Dies In Motorcycle Crash. this song is bittersweet because it encapsulates what Fresno is down to the tragedy of it all. and it's mwah.

honestly i can see this as like, sort of the Moment it all happens and the repetition of that moment in their story, in my head the foiled escape attempt from either the mojave/prison is sort of like on motorcycle and someone shoots them down, is it ncr? legion? who knows, but there's evil in the air and man with a gun in his eye and a the death of someone in the street. this can be Fresno as an 80s, since the Sac-Town raid was sort of. coming of age as a Man:tm: thing Hellmouth set up for them but also the death of their independent self as they're dragged further into the legion. frogs in a boiling pot.

so it DEFINITELY depends who they're with if the first 4 lines apply because "pure and good and right" LMAO (maybe in his own perspective but shhh) but there's the connection between Fresno and Hell, as a devil and outsider and sinner, out of hell, if you will. and you know, the many meanings of out of hell.

we'll both be so alone. and it's true! even if they are the one that mostly sabotages and breaks it off, that doesn't deny that they'll be so fucking alone when the light of day comes along. nocturnal by need, even. i like the idea of Fresno being partially a mirror of someone's deeply repressed feelings because Fresno allows themself to feel even if some things are off limits because their ass doesn't do introspection but someone so bolted together that they aren't willing to admit to themself that they're lonely? smile

so Fresno returning is a very Strange phenomenon, i haven't had it in mind that they attempted to escape other times in their story but. honestly who knows, maybe they did, maybe a Certain Someone catches up and uses his funny skills to bring them in further. something something fishing metaphor and tiring the prey out. you understand.

i also like the idea of Fresno taking the bait because who else waits for them. who else seems to care about them. haha. hahahha. lmao.

Fresno jetting off from their positions, hitting the highway in the road to destiny in the only way they know how, going upstream. nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole and every person they meet may be stunted and lost and it's not worth to stay with Hell on Wheels, what have they done for them, anyway. maybe they'll be evil if they do, maybe they're doomed to die, but they were taught to be ruthless and fuck they will be ruthless to them as well.

and the scenario repeats almost a decade later and... well.

they'll escape, no matter if their wounds are raw and open and htey're leaving behind something they like, they'll be eaten alive if they stay [which. true, to an extent] but. but.

the moment of hesitation, i can't stop thinking of you, that slight moment of vulnerability that makes them collapse and hit the sudden curve.

it's a moment i've always wanted to illustrate because just. the way it's presented, the way the singer ACKNOWLEDGES that they never see the sudden curve until they're about to crash, that hesitation that leads to the death. MWAH. cinema. and if you, the reader, don't listen to any song but a chunk of one i IMPLORE you to listen to it and skip ahead to 6:10 and listen to that guitar work. THE IMPLIED CRASH!! THE MOTORCYCLE SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL IN GUITAR!!!!! it drives me INSANE every single time. that is todd rundgren's talent for you. i've always wanted to capture that moment because it's just soooo cinematic and the leadup makes me think of someone taking aim before shooting them down

both a near death experience and the death of one aspect to be changed into another. metaphysical death of a bike crash. obviously the result varies on what happens but just like the shock, the experience, seeing yourself out of body being dragged away to be imprisoned [again] and tolling a bell for themself. ough. ough. ough. the tragedy of it all.

what is meant to be cathartic and a release turns into being brought back to hell, endless cycles and their attempts to escape them and all. ough

+ BONUS

AUSTIN: Electric Eye - Judas Priest [old art alert]

i haven't taken him out of the box in a longgg time but fun fact, he was my first courier! way back when i was a little new vegas baby, a new baby if you will, he was supposed to be like this morally good ncr-independent courier who's main goal is Fix the NCR from the inside. obviously i know now that it was an impossible dream but as i've kinda retouched upon it i've turned down his morals and turned up his fanaticism towards the ncr and now he's basically head of Ministry of Propaganda- i mean public relations of ncr.

he's a synth and has a tendency to go full ham in the fanaticism regardless of what he's cheering for, and ended up latching on to the ncr after [i think] being implanted with ncr citizen memories. his main job is mostly spin doctor, trying to make the mojave campaign appealing to brahmin barons and others for funding back in the ncr as kind of a newscast radio guy, i like to think him as a lesser head in the hydra of the ncr but nevertheless still sending out people to die in the desert

i really like the big brother is watching theming because i like to take some cues from cold war-era usa to the ncr because like looking at curtis i think there should be like some kinda paranoia/red scare sentiment back at the ncr and he's just here to be my lore puppet for it

and as a guy literally being in charge of the news, uh, expect a lot of watchful eyes. he's funny because he's kind of more or less literally a terminator but he's just chilling in the hub while others die for his cause and i know i'm heavy handed about it. but!

he certainly keeps his republic clean. smile

[roxie-roo]

Emptober Day 31: Sneak

It was a normal day in Stratos, all things considered. Joel was hard at work on his colosseum, there was slight chatter down below about nothing in particular, not that he could really hear much of it. Other than a passing "Hi scar", which, strangely enough, came from Scar himself.

He didn't question it. He went right back to building.

Though, Scar had a very different reaction. Passing himself was already a strange experience. He froze, and looked back at the figured who'd passed him. They looked enough like him. But he was here? He patted himself down, almost in distress, before shaking his head and quickly leaving. This was a mental crisis to deal with some other time.

The other "Scar" strolled right up to where Joel was working, looking up at him and cupping his hands around his mouth. "Afternoon, Joel!"

"Huh?" Joel blinked, then peeked over the edge and raised an eyebrow. "Hi Scar-...." There was something off about "Scar". For one, his eyes were slightly red. Scar had green eyes, not brown, or brownish-red

Second, Scar currently had no mouth. Not in a horrific way or anything, not some ungodly eldritch body horror. Just a lack of a mouth. Like it was meant to be that way.

Joel paused. "Scar" tilted his head. "Is everything alright?"

Third, there was a slight muffled quality to his voice. Like he was speaking through a door, as opposed to just right in front of him. Joel flew down to face "Scar" and smiled fondly. There was something familiar about the man in front of him. Not Scar, but...

"You can stop it now,,, Etho."

"Scar" laughed, the image fading away to reveal who was really standing in front of Joel. "Even if you haven't seen me in months, you still can tell every time?"

"Well, for one, you don't have a mouth." Joel pointed out teasingly. "Void, dude, it's been so long, how've you been?"

"Pretty good,,, Dude, did you really need all that height?"

"I'm a god." Joel grinned, and struck a very arrogant looking pose. It took everything Etho had in him not to start laughing. Joel could tell.

"I'm serious! I'm a god!"

"Void,,, God complex really had an impact on you." He snorted.

"Anyways..." Joel shook his head and rolled his eyes fondly. "I've also got a kid-"

Almost on que, small footsteps came bounding up the way towards them. "Daddy- daddy, look!" Hermes held something up in his hands. "Caught a nametag when I was fishing with papí! Here!"

Joel ruffled up his son's hair and took the nametag. "Thank you, Hermes... You remember me telling you about my friend?"

"Mhmm! Uncle Etho!"

Etho blinked in surprise. Uncle? He'd never met this kid and he'd been an uncle? Wow. "Hi, kid." They grinned behind their mask. Hermes turned around and lit up, hugging Etho's leg and making him nearly stumble back at the force.

Uncle Etho.. honestly, it had a nice ring to it, if you asked him. He knelt down to pick the kid up, placing them on their shoulders, while he and Joel caught up and reminisced.

The boat may have been burned, but thankfully, no bridges were.

Even if he did have to sneak here to be able to see Joel, and to find out where all his friends had just vanished to, he was happy to be here.

[unhingedselfships]

Yakkid - Dojima Airi

A mono-Daigo exclusive, and surprise later-in-life baby.

A pretty chill, light, person. He tends to have a pretty happy, relaxed demeanor. Rolls with the punches and, "honestly just glad to be here". He is content with just being alive. He'd call himself something of an "optimistic nihilist". Nothing matters, life is meaningless, may as well just fuck around and enjoy it. Why bother taking things too seriously?

That isn't to say he's adverse to or ill affected by the darker aspects of being raised in the Yakuza. In fact, he takes to it rather like a fish to water. Able to be cutthroat and ruthless, with a sweet, kind smile. He prioritizes minimal loss for maximum gain, with an emphasis on nuclear family, then the Tojo Clan, without forgetting to give allies just enough to keep them happy.

He does his best to be merciful where he can, and opts for diplomacy and compromise as often as possible. But he doesn't hesitate to solemnly inform someone that it's unfortunate a deal can't be brokered, before putting a bullet between their eyes.

Clever, perceptive, quick as whip, but careless. He can do just about anything and do it well. But good luck convincing him it's worth his time. He's looped through hobbies and skills, mastered and dropped them in turns, but can't be bothered to keep to them. Easily bored, but perfectly content to be as such, essentially "shutting down" and zoning out to cope.

The only two things he's properly kept up with long term are painting and violin, things his siblings fondly tease him about being "stuffy" for. Despite his very artistic passions, he is quite numbers oriented, and extremely complex math comes with ease to him.

He has a mean streak, and enjoys poking at people's sore points. A shit disturber, he has fun picking people apart. He's careless, and will often push too far.

He can be a bit vain, and reckless. When getting into fights, he's less concerned about injuries, and more about his appearance. Not that his is "prissy", he very much enjoys getting dirty, and scars don't really phase him. But if his hair were to be cut, for instance, he sulks for days.

Facially he greatly resembles his mother, but has his father's smile. He's not especially tall for a man, but had no trouble passing up his mother. While solidly built, he isn't as stocky as his mom.

March 9th, 7:12am, birthday

Airi was a later-in-life baby, and the pregnancy had a few more complications than her previous two. While she was ultimately fine, things were touch-and-go for a few days after the birth.

He isn't exactly sure what he wants to do really. So he just helps out whoever in the family needs it. He has a few ideas but nothing he's willing to fully commit to just yet.

Trauma for Flavor ; There are some serious questions regarding his parentage. Both Kimi and Daigo maintain that Daigo is his father, and he accepts Daigo as his dad.

However he knows very well that that is a legal paperwork truth only.

It's a wound he pokes when feeling especially spiteful.

[perexcri]

1 through 5, and also 18 please☺️ hope you are having an awesome week💕

Veeeeeee hello hello!! i hope you're having a great week as well :] 💜

1.) chipotle order?

i live in a chipotle dead zone, unfortunately 🙃 but in college i used to get a bowl with sofritas!!

2.) thoughts on veganism?

ALRIGHT short version: it's a complicated thing, and i think it should be examined through more lenses than just "animal products bad," but ultimately, diets like that are a personal choice a person could be making for a variety of reasons. honestly just read Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer, because that's where most of my ideas about it have come from anyway~

longer version:

ok i actually have really complicated feelings about it, especially because i'm a pescatarian. i'll try and make it simple: i think it's fine and can be a useful thing to do so long as you aren't a jerk about it; furthermore, i think the issue of eating ethically should be taken as less of a black-and-white issue? like there's a social element of eating too that you have to take into account when choosing a special diet (that isn't for health issues, like not eating gluten because you're allergic) - like for me personally, i try not to eat meat (that isn't fish) as much as possible, but if i'm at a friend's house and they or their parents cook a meal with meat in it, i'll eat it because i think the social element (them cooking and sharing food with me) has more value than whatever belief i may hold about the meat consumption. but for some people, the food issue outweighs the social element, and i think that's okay, too, so long as you don't make it the other party's issue, especially if they aren't aware of your diet. does this make sense? idk

also, i think a lot of the time veganism is presented and depicted as being focused solely on the ethics of consuming animal products; there's a lot more room to think with the questions it raises about what we allow ourselves to consume, on a social level (like i mentioned above) and on a human health level? like i think a lot of the time the focus is "it's bad to kill animals for food" and not "the conditions under which most animals are raised in countries like the US for food are both unethical for the animals but also not good for human health or the environment" (something something factory farming bad)

but above all, i do think the human need to eat trumps animal lives. maybe that's mean to say, but if it came down to a family starving or a cow starving,,,,,,i know what i'm choosing. i'd feel horrible about it, but i'd do it (though this example is a gross oversimplification of a much more complicated issue, ofc 🙃). this is all to say i don't like the superiority complex some people have towards others about special diets when it can be really hard to follow them if you're on a tight budget.

3.) a specific color that gives you the ick?

ochre. most shades of yellow, actually. it's just not for me

4.) mythical creature you think/believe is real?

Florida Man™

5.) favorite form of potato?

roasted!!

18.) your boba/tea order?

ooooh i usually get something different every time, but i'll do my favorite order (that i unfortunately cannot get now because it was in my college town 😔): earl grey, no sweetener!!

thanks for the questions Vee!! :] 💜💜💜

[demon-mortician]

─ RP Preferences

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like.

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

Types of RP / How I do threads

| I don’t I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online | Mainly asks | I do little short things mostly | I do my threads on discord | Long running threads that slowly build upon the muses |

Honestly, I could adapt to most of the types of roleplay, but I'm kind of selective about it. I'm serious when the thread requires it and silly when the thread requires it, but the thing that bugs me the most it's roleplaying in first person.. Not my deal, really, I usually roleplay in third person, omnipresent narrator. I also adapt to any platform, so if you'd like to roleplay on Discord or any other app then just tell me.

Plotting Preferences 

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

You just throw it in and we'll work in it! If something's too complex or you'd like to clarify some points before beginning please reach out to my DM's, I'll always be happy to plot with you <3

Type of threads I do / Prefer

| Oneliners only | Whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for | Para or Multi para | Literal Novels |

I highly dislike One Liners cuz, most of the time, these lead to a boring thread that doesn't go anywhere. I'm not asking you to write a book, but I would love if you elaborated further on, at least a paragraph, when roleplaying with me.

Reply Speed for Threads & Consistency & Keeping threads

| I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you | I reply on a schedule/queue | I usually reply within a week | I reply every day | I reply almost instantly |

It's tricky for me to say that I'll respond instantly every day because, to be fully honest, I have a messed up schedule and I just come in and out any time, so if I ever miss a thread with you please reach out to me, I have fish memory and I'll forget if I'm busy with other threads D: but do have in count that I always go through my notifications to verify any pendant threads.. Out of that, If I stopped replying a thread, for any motive, and you'd like to continue it, please do tell! My reply schedule depends A LOT, so please be patient, I would appreciate it.

Romantic or sexual ships

| I don’t do these ships | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff or smut |

Man, I LOVE fluff and romantic stuff! They make me very happy, hehe but always remember to reach out and be consistent about your ship ideas. I would recommend to read some stuff about Tomoky or interact with her as friends or in a first meeting before jumping straight into business, as Tomoky would look weird at you if you started flirting with her straight away, hahaha. I usually ship two characters if they seem like a good fit for each other, but I'm kinda shy KSKSKS so please reach out in any case if you're insecure!

Smut

| I do NOT do smut at all | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here) | I mainly only do asks relating to nfsw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to | 

Hmmm, I wouldn't say I love Smut specifically, but I don't hate it either. I just like it, y'know? Even more if it is between a ship and it's getting cute/steamy/interesting. I'm very VERY picky though, I don't like explicit descriptions or BDSM and related things, I'm more in the Subtle branch of the theme. Imagine you're writing a book, that's how I write Smut most of the time, and would appreciate if you did it too. I just get uncomfy when someone gets all weird and/or explicit.

I wouldn't say you'll see me writing Smut all the time, cuz' there are very few ships around that I would be willing to roleplay it with, and I ONLY roleplay it with pre-stablished ships, so all that comes to the previous point.

Active hours [Specify Timezone, if you’d like]

| Mornings 8-10 | Midday 11-1 | Afternoon 2-5 | Evenings 6-8 | Night 9-12 | Ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards |

Any day, any time, if I casually jump on Tumblr and I got the time to reply, I'll do.

Activity Schedule

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week-long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity (specify if there’s a certain time you have school/work/etc. off that you are most active) | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

As I said before, I don't run on schedules, so I just hop in and reply at a random hour. I do hop in daily though.

Starters

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (specify) | I don’t do calls, but always feel free to ask me for one! I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

I usually run in Ask-Based Starters (with Ask Games I reblog) but I'm always open to write a starter if you'd like me to, I also have some Open Interactions and I'm willing to do more, it all depends, just ask.

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) | 

Let's see, about the AUs thing. My blog is an AU, yeah, in some form, cuz' it takes place in Diabolik Lover's Universe, but I also do other AUs with minor changes like the Out-Of-DL AU, etc. I also have a little AU where Tomoky is a Servant in a Mansion.. It all depends, if you got an idea reach out to me, but do have in mind that I most probably won't do anything so crazy or so out of the rails.

Crossovers

| I don’t do crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

I mean, if it's a crossover between many OC's of the same theme as Tomoky, then I think it's good? But I wouldn't be willing to do any crossover between franchises and stuff, it's not my thing.