#acedate

[lookitsaflyingtoaster]

Thoughts on Episode 9 while listening.

So Project Heartland is some sort of government conspiracy?

This is feeding my "Peachyville stuck in time Theory" actually it's probably just a goof but I need to be correct about something

Beth is dming a one shot?

Tony should survive, it would be funny

That Blood plan is so stupid😂

Tony's such a fuckin terrible person😂

Another AI? Did tucker also built this one?

So this is a full government facility?

"Victory from Beyond the stars" . Hmmm..

Francis 😢 but it's also good to know that he knows that what he did wasn't right.

"Moth Jesus is not a recognized member of the US military and i do not accept his authority" insane sentence

WE'RE LEARNING ABOUT THE PROJECT!!

Oakridge.. This is so interesting

the-The Nazis are involved??

Arlo is delightful😄

Oh, that doesn't sound good..

This is bad but also really funny

The music is really good this episode

His best solution for this was really:"but what if I was smaller 😭"

Tony is actually just a cockroach

OFC HES INVOLVED

[zuutiomi]

Thalmor party but Elenwen first impresion on Mikayla :))

[acedically]

[rowenas-my-fave-child]

Good to know I can’t even sew well with a machine

This is literally the best part and it’s still bad

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[dioslesbianwife]

Hey hey how whoud the jofoes react to a partner that is a Dullahan

And how would they react to her without her head (maby they acedently knocked her head off and she is still alive )

hi hi, really interesting idea- hope you enjoy and thank you for being patient and for requesting!

Dio

At first, Dio is absolutely horrified when he accidentally knocks your head off.

Taps his fingers together, processing. “…Hoh?”

Immediately panics, thinking he just killed you (which is rare for him).

But when you casually speak from your severed head, still very much alive, he goes completely silent.

The longer he stares, the more fascinated he becomes.

Totally wants to run his fingers over your now headless neck

If anything, he now feels even more possessive over you. Who else could possibly deserve such a creature?

Kars

The moment your head comes off, his instincts kick in.

Instant fight mode. Blade arms out.

“WHO DID THIS?!” He’s furious- until he hears your disembodied head laugh.

Realizes you’re fine.

…Slowly retracts his blades. Narrows his eyes at you.

“You… should have warned me about this ability.”

100% intrigued. He’s seen a lot in his long life, but this? This is rare even for him.

“You are… quite the anomaly.” He studies you intently, curious how your body functions.

Esidisi

FLIPS OUT. Screaming, flailing—completely loses it.

“NOOOOOO—!!!”

Tries to catch your head mid-air like it’s a baby he just dropped.

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO KILL YOU, PLEASE FORGIVE M—wait…???”

Watches as your body casually picks your head up and places it back on.

“…Why would you not tell me this before?!”

He’s relieved but still emotionally recovering from the shock.

Wamuu

Unlike Esidisi, Wamuu actually stays calm.

When he accidentally knocks your head off, he pauses, watching carefully.

The moment he realizes you’re still alive, he nods.

“Impressive.”

Immediately accepts this as part of who you are. No fear, no panic- just respect.

“You are not like other mortals. That is… admirable.”

Kira Yoshikage

“What... What is this?!”

Freaks out. He’s not accustomed to the chaotic and dangerous things that come with the supernatural, and your head detaching is beyond anything he could have imagined.

Glances around before holding your severed head, terrified that you might stay dead. 

The moment you speak from your head and put it back on, he freezes in absolute shock.

He stares at you like you’ve just broken every single rule of reality, blinking rapidly.

Diavolo & Doppio

Doppio’s reaction: SCREAMS. Panics so hard he drops your head again.

“OH MY GOD- BOSS, BOSS, I MESSED UP!!”

Tries to reattach your head while sobbing.

Diavolo’s reaction: He freezes. Eyes wide, processing.

The moment he hears you speak, he immediately switches gears.

“Fascinating…”

Starts studying you like a specimen.

Diavolo is paranoid about death, so learning you can separate your head and live both horrifies and intrigues him.

He never truly trusts anything stronger than him, so… he’s wary.

But Doppio? He cries every time it happens.

Enrico Pucci

At first? He thinks it’s a Stand ability.

“Your Stand… it allows you to survive this?”

When he realizes it’s just part of what you are, he gets quiet.

“God has blessed you with an ability beyond human comprehension.”

Deeply fascinated, but also sees you as something holy.

Will absolutely defend you as a divine being.

“…You are proof of fate’s grand design.”

Funny Valentine

The most composed reaction.

When your head falls off, he just blinks.

Does not react much at first- he simply watches.

The moment he sees you move, alive and well, he nods.

“I see. Another mystery of this world.”

Immediately accepts this as a fact.

Probably tries to figure out how to weaponize this ability in battle.

Diego Brando

Horrified at first.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Actually jumps back.

Eyes dart from your body to your head. “What kind of Stand ability is this?!”

When he realizes you’re not actually dead, he softens… slightly.

“…You should have warned me.”

Weirdly intrigued. Once he gets over the shock, he starts thinking about how you work.

Watches you closely, but with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Tooru

He is having so much fun with this.

The moment your head falls off, he tilts his head, completely calm.

“Huh. That’s… interesting.”

Smirks. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Absolutely not scared.

If anything, he’s amused at how panicked everyone else is.

“Y’know, I think I like you even more now.”

[theresdrpepperandboozeinmymug]

[While picking up food a lady walks in and taps his shoulder]

I think we swapped orders on acedent sir?

-💐

Damn.

[He grabs the take the takeout bag and hands her her own order]

[nonexistent-morals]

Madatobi where tobirama starts teaching one (1) uchiha child by acedent and then that child starts bringing other uchiha children to be taught and suddenly madara realizes its too silent in the clan compound and realizes the children are not there, so he goes looking and holy shit whats the white demon doing, whys he teaching our children, hes not even teaching them wrong, i want to be mad at this situation but i cant because hes so good with children and nice... Cut to 3 months later amd half of the uchiha clan adults are just there watching tobirama from the treeline

[blues824]

Imagen the female izuru Kamukura with yoriichi tsugikuni.

❤️A couple muzan fears so much he took a restraing order on them.

🖤Imagen kokushibo or Michikatsu reacting to his younger brother getting married to the ultimate hashira and seing them together.

❤️Who whoud be more powerful I don't know but I know if they ever have children they would be some powerful children.

🖤How would her react to his wife being the victim of lab experiments to make the ultimate talented child thx to her parents him reading her files what she has gone through.

❤️How would her react to her regaining her memories back and her old personality back from her cold personality her becoming a social butterfly.

🖤Him still having ptsd from his previous wife and child and when her learn she is with child him being worried and her calming him saying that she will be fine.

❤️They are there for each other helping each other with their ptsd understanding each other and supporting each other like a good husband and wife whoud do with each other.

🖤But what if she gets acedently turns in to a demon but she is like nezuko she doesn't need human flesh to survive a because of her luck she is immune to the sun.

(Don't they look perfect together)

*Quotes meme* I love everything I see on that paper (the request).

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

If you mix the creator of Breathing Styles with the only Hashira that can master them all, what do you get, my students? That’s right: Rip-Off Michael Jackson’s worst fear, as well as the Dollar Tree’s Halloween Spider’s object of envy! Yes, the latter is very jealous that his brother outdid him once again, but we’re not talking about them!

Anyways, the two of you had met after he had already lost his wife and his child, and you had gained the rank of Hashira beside him. You didn’t really understand his grief, but you would be there to listen whenever he needed someone to talk to. It was a bit unexpected for you, as he remained kind and dedicated to the Demon Slayer Corps even after all that had happened to him because of it. You never predicted it, so you fell for him because of it.

Yoriichi also learned more about you. You couldn’t remember your past, and because of the man’s desire to help everyone, he would try to help you get your memories back. He had to help you with your cold exterior, though. However, it all came back to you in a way that surprised you both: the scientists who had experimented on you had resurfaced and tried to get you back. The Corps did not allow you to kill other humans, but Tsugikuni, taking the place of a knight in shining armor, carried you on his back and ran away.

When he put you back down, he could see that you were stunned. Tears were falling down your face and you were shaking slightly. He gently held the sides of your face and made you look up at him, and he used his thumbs to wipe away your tears. Then you whispered something so low that only he could hear: I remember…

You were clutching a file that you had obtained from one of the scientists, and he took it from your hands and started to read it. Even from what he had seen in battle, he had never seen something like this. It was all gruesome, just to make the Ultimate Human Being. He immediately pulled you into his arms and just held you there, as your very small sniffles died down.

From that point on, he decided that you could not be left vulnerable or alone, thus for years he stayed by your side and looked to see if those scientists would ever come back. This led him to falling for you in return, and the two of you were wed. Now, your new husband was incredibly terrified that something would happen to you just like something happened to Uta, but you assured him that you were fine.

His worries only increased when he found that you were pregnant with his child. Sure, he was definitely very happy, but he was also very protective. When reaching your 8 month mark, he did not want you even getting up from bed, and he would get you anything he wanted. You had to remind him that exercise was good for the baby, but you understood where he was coming from. 

Once you had gone into labor, he had already had the midwife living with you temporarily. There was no way that anything was going to go wrong this time, and your husband made sure of that. Well, everything went smoothly, and after 16 hours of painful labor, you gave birth to twins: a boy and a girl.

Hearing the cries of his children, he cried tears of joy. He placed a kiss on your forehead, telling you that he was so proud of you and that you are strong. The midwife, after cleaning the babies, handed the boy to you and the girl to him. Upon looking down at his daughter’s face, he noticed something on her forehead: his Demon Slayer Mark. The same mark was present on his son’s face as well.

As joyful as this moment was, the two of you had to be realistic: your children would be huge targets. So, you prepared your home accordingly. You knew that Yoriichi would soon have to go back to being a Demon Slayer, as Muzan was still out there and he needed to be taken down. You had your sword accessible to you, and there was a hiding place for the twins. The two of you even prepared a fake hiding spot for you to defend to trick any demons into thinking your children were hiding there.

Unfortunately, one day, when your husband was away on a mission, Muzan had attacked. He knew that no one besides him would be able to fight you, but his true target was your daughter and son. You fought him off and even injured the Demon Lord, but it was all in vain. Your last thoughts before he had turned you into a demon were ‘the kids are safe’. The transformation overtook your body, and you were left lying on the floor, asleep.

Hours later, Yoriichi came home to see blood splattered all over the floor, leading to you. He could hear your children crying, but before he could check on them, you had grasped his ankle, made him fall to the ground, and started attacking him. The look in your eyes, he knew that this wasn’t you. Eventually, he turned the two of you around and he was on top.

The only thing he could think was, ‘I failed again’. He eventually got your clawed hands pinned to the ground as he begged you to stop. He didn’t want to hurt you, and that’s why he did not have his sword drawn. After struggling for a bit, tears began to fall from your eyes as you recognized the man who you were trying to kill. As though everything was normal, Yoriichi held your face gently in his hands and wiped the tears away. Your hands went to cup his, but you felt your vision going a bit blurry. You were growing tired, and you passed out.

Once you had woken up, your husband asked what happened. You went on and on about how Muzan had attacked you to try and get to your children, but he spared them for some reason. Instead, he went for you, probably because you would be capable of predicting all Breathing Styles as well as master each and every Blood Demon Art. However, you didn’t seem to need flesh. Instead, you explained that you were still trying to protect your son and daughter.

‘Well, you were alive, and that’s all that mattered’, Yoriichi thought. You learned that you did not need to feed on humans, but rather very large amounts of sleep. Because he needed to make sure that no one knew you were a demon, he had you stay home with the children. Thus, you did not overexert yourself and fall into a deep sleep.

Even after your husband’s passing, the legend of the First Demon Slayer and the Ultimate Demon still circulated. Your children eventually grew up and had children of their own, who then had children, and it went on. You were aware that your family would become demon slayers, as you and your husband were. You even became a secret friend to Ubuyashiki, and wrote him a letter for each generation that went into the Corps. It was not just Urokodaki who convinced him to spare Nezuko’s life, but also your influence as well.

[the-one-harpy-of-dahlia]

How are you so warm?

Morning hon...

- @kornephoros-69

Morning kor!

How are you? Hope you aren't as sore as me, heh...

[embriaguezlirica]

bela adormecida

adormeci encaixada na tua concha grande, guardada com a minha pequenez pelo teu corpo, pele com pele em toda a sua extensão. deitei-me só de cuecas, como acontece às vezes, porque apesar do frio lá fora, contigo estou sempre mais quente.

sonhava que me tomavas completa, que me deixavas louca de tesão. os meus mamilos estavam duros e as minhas cuecas começavam o reflectir o teor do que se passava na minha cabeça, com um rubor visível nas bochechas.

estás mesmo atrás de mim e não consigo evitar serpentear contra ti, rebolando a cintura, aproximando-me do teu calor e forçando o meu rabo no teu pau até o sentir duro. vou ganhando consciência aos poucos e o sonho vai-se dissipando na realidade: o cheiro do quarto vai-se entranhando, consigo ouvir o som da tua boca inteira, quente e húmida nos meus mamilos, sugando e lambendo-os devagarinho enquanto sinto a tua mão encontrando o seu caminho entre os meus grandes lábios e o teu pau encaixado no meu rabo, como se fizesse parte de mim.

afinal eras tu a razão de estar assim. não estava só a sonhar, estava a sentir-te usufruir do meu corpo adormecido. solto um gemido leve, confusa ainda do que é real ou não e vou explorando, com as minhas mãos, o teu cabelo atrás de mim e depois os teus dedos, ainda sem abrir os olhos.

enquanto vou vivendo dentro deste crepúsculo, sinto-te a lutar contra as minhas cuecas, primeiro movendo-as e um lado para o outro e depois a puxá-las para baixo. o meu corpo continua ainda meio adormecido mas entra em piloto automático ajudando-te e ajustando as ancas para deslizar, este último pedaço de tecido que nos afasta, até aos pés.

estou agora nua, entre o reino dos sonhos e da realidade, completamente molhada e à mercê da tua vontade de me comer ali, dentro do nosso forte, entre os lençóis e o edredão.

o teu corpo colado ao meu vai começando a suar e a tua mão começa a esfregar o meu clitóris com maior intensidade, enquanto o teu pau me vai trespassando entre as pernas, escorregando todo molhado para a frente e para trás num movimento que até a dormir reconheço.

as tuas ancas desencontram as minhas com investidas suaves e moves o meu cabelo para o lado para me beijares o pescoço, lentamente. a minha respiração vai ficando acelerada, pesada e gemida, coordenando-se agora com a tua no meu ouvido.

tens as tuas mãos gigantes em mim, uma apertando cheia a minha mama e a outra desesperadamente ocupada em fazer-me vir, perfeitamente convencidas do seu trabalho independente em mim. estou quase e tu sentes isso. a tua mão foge agora para o meu rabo e afasta-o entre si, apertando-o, dando o espaço inteiro para te convidar entrar para dentro de mim e tu acedes, completa e totalmente, de uma vez só.

suspiro em surpresa e ouves-me finalmente acordar, com todos os sentidos desesperados de ti e de toda a atenção que recebem. agarras a minha anca com força enquanto me vais fodendo cada vez mais rápido. alcanço o teu rabo só para o agarrar e puxar contra mim mas não chega, afasto agora eu as minhas nádegas para que consigas ir o mais fundo possível, sei que te enlouquece que o faça e também não consigo evitar engolir-te todo o comprimento. este é o momento em que não somos ninguém para além de dois corpos querendo-se, suados e inteiros.

sais de rompante de dentro de mim e prontamente tiras os cobertores para trás e puxas pela minha cintura para cima até que fique de quatro, completamente exposta para ti. o meu corpo obedece e a minha mente alinha-se: sabes que adoro que me tenhas assim, que me vejas, que me aprecies em toda a minha magnitude mas eu não te facilito a vida e deito-me sobre os meus ombros, que nem um gato quando quer festas, apenas empinada o suficiente para ser tua, consoante te aprouver.

sei que te estavas perto de vir porque sinto agora as tuas mãos entre o meu rabo e a tua língua molhada e aventureira a contemplar-me. com a minha cabeça enterrada na almofada, vou abafando os gritos de desejo e tesão que se vão soltando enquanto me lambuzas toda. oscilando entre velocidade e força, terno mas autoritário, não deixas nada ao acaso e fazes questão de, atenciosamente, passar a tua língua pelo meu rabo para o garantir molhado, numa tarefa justa de me deixar toda babada por igual, reluzente à pouca luz que temos para nos ver.

estou em êxtase e sei que tu também porque te ouço grunhir com a cara enfiada entre as minhas pernas, gemes para dentro de mim, comendo-me mais fundo e mais alto. num movimento coordenado, lambes-me em toda a minha extensão, uma última vez, antes do teu pau irromper por mim adentro encontrando-se, novamente, em casa onde cabe completo. grito, amo, aperto a almofada e deixo-me ir. sinto então a tua saliva quente escorrer para o meu rabo, grito mais alto, e logo a seguir sinto o teu polegar. não sei como é que ainda tinha ar em mim para continuar a gemer assim e a minha voz vai-se quebrando nos pequenos sons agudos que emito.

controlas-me agora com o polegar investindo, contínua e simultaneamente, com o teu pau duro e quente dentro de mim. vais batendo no meu rabo com a outra mão, marcando-a bem forte uma e outra vez na minha pele e tudo isto se complementa numa sincronia perfeita onde me sinto preenchida.

não resisto a tocar-me e ouço-te concederes-me tacitamente a permissão para o fazer ao dizeres alto "linda menina". tu sabes como ouvir-te dizê-lo me deixa e a minha carne vai se amarrando à tua volta assim que vou chegando perto do orgasmo. mas tu não queres que viaje sozinha e vais galopante, com cada vez mais força, a tentar acertar o passo com o meu, montando-me, fodendo-me duplamente e em harmonia.

vou balançando contra ti para te trazer a este momento sôfrego e humanamente desesperado e no quarto ecoam sons de choque entre o nosso corpo. um som seco, interrompido agora com o meu implorar que não pares, repetidamente, e o teu nome entre respirações fugazes.

brincas comigo e perguntas se me quero vir e eu, quase a chegar lá, grito que sim, com medo que não aguente e te desobedeça. peço por favor, uma e outra vez que me deixes. não sei precisar quanto tempo passou até que me ordenasses que me viesse para ti e eu, como boa menina que sou, acedi sem demoras. entreguei-me ao prazer e escalei todas as ondas de calor que me inundavam eléctricas por todo o corpo. enquanto isso, ouvi-te gemer o meu nome, o quão apertada sou para ti, aguda e descontroladamente, o quão me amas foder e me desejas quando te sinto vir com os dedos enterrados na minha pele, um uivo e a sensação do teu pau bombeando esperma e a rechear-me até transbordar. o meu orgasmo que ainda agora tinha começado, duplicou neste festim de sensações que era ter-te a derreter para mim e comigo.

agora com as duas mãos no meu rabo, afasta-lo para uma última investida longa e sofrida enquanto ainda me sentes tremer as pernas. como um cavalheiro, permaneces dentro de mim até ao meu último espasmo e o ceder do meu corpo enquanto desce devagar ao plano terrestre.

não consigo falar nem pensar, gemo baixinho como consigo, a suplicar por mais ar. o mundo começa agora a recuperar e o tempo volta a contar, segundo a segundo.

antes ainda que esfriemos completamente, sais devagarinho de dentro de mim, beijas-me as costas, mordiscas-me o rabo e dizes a sorrir: "cuidado, estás a pingar". bates-me uma última vez no rabo, revelando a dor da minha pele quebrada agora sem adrenalina, enquanto te deitas novamente no teu lugar e a minha cintura descai até à cama, exausta, usada e cansada.

este foi o meu sonho favorito.

[carlosdmourablog]

A verdadeira, grande e profunda mestria que a vida nos ensina nem sempre vem por lições bonitas e parábolas floridas, mas sim por desafios, por dor, por processos intensos, que nos quebram, que nos pedem rendição, pois só assim conseguem cumprir o seu propósito, o de nos libertarem do que não necessitamos, de deitar abaixo estruturas caducas e ultrapassadas. Contudo, estes processos são sempre difíceis e árduos, contrários à suposta natureza humana de estrutura, segurança e imutabilidade.

Perante tudo o que a vida nos apresenta, o grande desafio é de permanecermos em nós mesmos, em quem somos, em quem nos propusemos ser nesta vida. É nessa consciência, que pede trabalho constante e intenso, muita dedicação e compromisso, que somos capazes de nos libertarmos das nossas próprias prisões, dos medos que nos bloqueiam. Quando não trabalhamos em nós, quando não nos compreendemos e não nos desafiamos a evoluir, os medos irão, invariavelmente, surgir e consumir, irão tomar a forma de manipuladores, irão tornar-nos suas vítimas, irão encontrar peças de um xadrez para serem jogadas e enrolarem-nos nas suas correntes viciosas.

Perder os medos é voltarmos à nossa essência, ao nosso Eu, não por irresponsabilidade de quem se está a “borrifar” seja para o que for, mas sim pelo profundo compromisso de confiar no caminho feito, de se entregar a uma força maior que é a de saber, no íntimo do seu ser, que o desafio, por muito doloroso que seja, é um trilho que necessita de ser percorrido, que tem espinhos, que existem escarpas, que é fácil perdermo-nos, mas que a maior bússola que podemos ter é a consciência de quem somos e o amor que existe dentro de nós, primeiro e acima de tudo, por nós mesmos.

Trabalhar em nós não nos retira problemas nem nos impede de passarmos por dificuldades ou obstáculos, mas tira-lhes os véus, revela as suas verdadeiras faces, os seus contornos, mostra-nos o sentido de cada coisa e permite-nos aceder à tal consciência que a Natureza tem, a da impermanência, da constante mudança, a da vivência no nosso centro, no nosso Eu, que nos leva à enorme capacidade de arriscarmos tudo com a total certeza de que tal atitude também é um caminho. Este é o grande poder que o desapego tem quando é feito de forma profundamente consciente, que nos dá uma visão da vida, em cada uma das suas situações e circunstâncias, tão abrangente, tão lúcida e clara.

[kipzychu]

Yucky texture

I don't like the texture of glue. And I'm unable to function if I acedently touched a certian texture I do not like 😭

Also raph looks adorable here

He's a bit confused but he got the spirit 😭

[radiantrice7]

Goldenpunk/Chaipunk Headcanons

- Hobie cannot handle spice like at all but he is extremely against wasting food so he’ll still eat extremely spicy food if given to him even if it makes his insides melt

- Pav does not have a sweet tooth but put some jangri in front of him and he’d devour them in seconds (his mother made it for him a lot as a kid n it reminds him of her)

- Both H and P are people watchers , Hobie keeps it a bit more internal while Pav creates whole life stories for random people

- Hobie has been trying to get better at drinking less but it’s something that he turns too whenever he messes up or stresses out . He also smokes on the reg but does not do it around Pav bc the smell makes him gag

- Sometimes some of Pav’s belongings will just disappear only for him to find them in Hobie’s place

- Hobie’s a lot better at handling kids than Pav is

- Pavitr is way too nice for his own good n feels peoples emotions for them but it’s bc whenever he moved to his school on the scholarship he got extremely bullied and doesn’t want anyone to go through what he did

- Hobie keeps a picture of him and Captain Anarchy in one of his vest’s pockets

- Pav has always felt inferior to the other spider people but Hobie would be the one to really drill into his head the beauty in difference

- Hobie acedently broke one of Pav’s tea cups so the next day he came back with a whole box of tea cups (they were stolen) to apologize (this was very early on, like when they didn’t know each other that much)

- Hobie has a tea cup for himself in Pav’s house which he’s taken the liberty of painting all over it

- Both are extremely loud people vocally, but Pav’s motions are always quieter than Hobie’s

- Pavitr is very laid back comes to his studies becuase it comes very natural too him but gets mad whenever Hobie tells him to stop doing his homework

- When they get stressed out, both Pavitr and Hobie need space but Hobie will just disappear while Pav will at least let everyone who needs to know know

- Maya Auntie thinks Hobie is a bad influence but doesn’t tell Pavitr to stop hanging out with him becuase he had a hard time making friends and it warms her heart to see her nephew happy

- The last thing Pav needs is caffeine ; he’s naturally hyper yet insists he needs caffeine on the daily

- Pavitr thinks extremely loudly : he announces where he’s going even if it’s just to the bathroom/room to grab something and actively talks to himself

- Hobie isn’t that self conscious of his living situation and if very explicit with the fact that he does live in the homeless shelter but he will never actively invite people over to his dimension

- Hobie and Gayatri are absolute besties: they bonded over both being models and noticing some of the stupid shit Pav does . They have matching anklets

- Hobie makes woven bracelets out of pure boredom when he has the materials and Pav has a lot of them pinned up to the cork board in his room (he doesn’t like the feeling of the multiple bracelets on)

- Hobie does not have any social media, let alone a phone (actually, he has a flip phone but yk what i mean), so majority of the time whenever Pav talks about stuff trending he doesn’t really understand what he’s saying but casually goes with the flow

- Pavitr once crashed in Hobie’s dimension unannounced for a little bit to see what tiktok was like and got bored within minutes

- Hobie’s spider sense is much less sensitive than Pavitr’s

- Pavitr wasn’t really a music listener before he met Hobie, like sure he listened to random music casually but it wasn’t until Hobie introduced him to a couple of his favorite bands where Pavitr actually started forming a live for music, resulting in him putting up a lot of band posters in his room to show his support

- Hobie isn’t too keen on other people defending him in his own fights, but he will never tell someone to stop because he knows it comes from a good place

- Hobie tears up when he gets frustrated but never cries as much as he should

- Pavitr is very competitive, and while Hobie doesn’t reciprocate the same competitiveness, both will be at each others throat in a game of chess

- Pavitr is a little bitch sometimes and Hobie straight out calls him a bitch to his face bc it genuinely pisses him off

- Hobie was piercing Pav’s ears one night and Maya Auntie caught them in the act so they stopped so now Pavitr has just his left ear pierced

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