#actually i don’t care if that’s weird i think it’s a fun quirk of my brain

[livvyofthelake]

well the good news is that if the last things you do before falling asleep are read a bit of a children’s fantasy book and then think about your guys, you do get to have dreams about your guys in a fun fantasy setting! the bad news is that all of that goes out the window once your bladder realizes it has control over your dreams and turns them into a hellish nightmare until you realize you have to wake up to pee. it happens.

[lovebugism]

Hiii can i request shy reader whos anxious about different things? I have weird anxiety lol that makes it hard for me to eat in front of people until im comfortable around them. Can i request reader x Steve who have been dating for a while and she tries to avoid eating around him, but she finally gets comfortable and Steve is just so happy, thank you!!

hope you like it angel :D — steve takes care of his anxious gf at a family barbecue (established relationship, hurt/comfort ish, cw for mentions of anxiety and unexplained issues with food | 1.1k)

bug's summer fic fest (⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The picnic table in Steve’s backyard is hardly big enough for all of you. Even when Max and El agree to lay out on a blanket together some feet away — and when Lucas and Erica spontaneously decide to race each other to the pool — it’s still an achingly tight fit. 

You, in particular, are sandwiched between two bodies much larger than yours. Eddie sits to your right, lacking any real concept of personal space, and Steve is off to your left. The latter keeps a strong arm around your back, hugging you closer to his chest every time the wild-haired boy accidentally knocks into you.

“Okay, me and Nance are getting something to eat,” Robin announces, standing suddenly from the table, visibly overstimulated from the constant conversation. Her eyes flit to your cowering form and then to Steve’s protective one. “You guys have fun with… this.”

It takes all of ten seconds for the others to follow behind them. Dustin and Eddie file through the Harrington family barbecue together, filling their decorative paper plates like they’re at an actual buffet. Mike and Will walk on pale, lanky legs around the yard — stopping once to talk to Max and El, then again by the pool with Lucas and Erica.

You and Steve are the only ones still sitting, but he hugs you to him like you aren’t. 

You can feel the early summer breeze on your skin now, without the crowd of teenagers suffocating you. You can hear the whispering wind, and the gentle humming of his pool, and the sounds of quieter conversation in the distance. You can breathe again. Almost. Still slightly strangled by a distant worry that Steve can read from here.

“Are you hungry?” he wonders cautiously, ‘cause he knows how you are about food. You haven’t let him in on the extent of it yet, but he knows it’s there, so he’s obscenely patient with you accordingly.

You glance once over your shoulder — at the tables of grilled meat and food cooked with love. Your stomach rolls with a distant ache, an empty one. You turn back to Steve and shrink under the weight of his honey-eyed stare. “Um… Kinda,” you confess in a mousy voice, shifting on the wooden bench.

His eyes widen in a soft look of surprise. You usually take a little more coaxing than that. 

“Want me to make you a plate?” he offers, squeezing your shoulder with a gentle hand. His pink lips quirk in a sympathetic smile. “We can take it up to my room if you want— get away from all these freaks.”

Your chest warms at his efforts to accommodate you. The way he loves you makes you brave. 

“That’s okay,” you shrug, trying to be cool even though your voice trembles. “We can... We can stay down here.”

Steve’s chest swells with pride. It bubbles up like sunshine until he’s beaming with it. 

It took you months to feel comfortable enough to eat in front of just him. And here you are now, utterly adored and finally brave enough to eat with all the rest of his shithead friends around.

“Yeah?” he hums, still smiling.

“Yeah,” you nod, gaze averted to your hands, which are wringing something fierce in your lap. You force a small laugh. “But it wouldn’t be, like, totally lame if I asked you to come with me, would it?”

Steve scoffs. “Like you even have to. I’m not let you get to the corndogs before me,” he jokes and rises from the creaking bench. “We’ll be lucky if Robin and Henderson don’t eat ‘em all first.”

He gets you laughing so you don’t think twice about meandering across the yard with him — about the eyes that are or are not watching you, or the weird way you are or are not walking. 

And because he keeps you laughing (and largely unthinking), you end up stacking your plate with more food than Steve’s ever seen you eat in public before. He almost mentions it. Almost. But he opts to keep his pride to himself, instead, lest he ruin the moment.

You return to the picnic table with all his friends, noticeably less anxious about being so squished together than before. 

And maybe it’s because Dustin and Eddie can’t eat anything without being sloppy — or maybe it’s because Will’s keeping you distracted with talks of his newest D&D campaign — but you down your food with more ease than Steve’s ever seen from you. Unworried about the crumbs sticking to your fingers and the very corner of your mouth. Completely and utterly comfortable here with him, and with everyone else around you.

The sight makes his heart swell. 

It’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

He catches you alone for the first time when you’re tossing empty plates. It’s not exactly the most ideal spot to steal a kiss from you — by the deck, next to the garbage bins — but it’s the first either of you have been out of sight from prying eyes all day. 

So, Steve takes the opportunity and grabs it. Literally. He cradles your wrist in a gentle hand and ushers you closer towards him. Your feet stumble in the tall grass. The tip of his nose brushes the bridge of yours, and you flinch. 

“I taste like cheeseburger,” you laugh.

“I don’t care,” Steve shrugs, face screwed, visibly mourning your mouth. “I taste like barbecue. Who gives a shit?”

He ducks down to kiss you again. And this time, you let him. 

He kisses you harder than you anticipated — a long and languid peck that takes your breath away. He tastes faintly of all the food he’d eaten before, something savory and strawberry sweet. It leaves you dizzy when he pulls away, lips smacking softly as they part.

“What was that for?” you wonder breathlessly a moment later.

Steve bounces his shoulder in a lazy shrug. His kissed lips quirk in a lopsided smile. “Nothin’. I’m just… I’m just proud of you, I guess.”

He doesn’t elaborate any further. He doesn’t have to. You cower at the notion of being perceived and scrunch your nose in disdain. “For being a normal person?” you joke with a cynical scoff. “For once?”

“No. For doing something that was hard for you,” Steve argues, still smiling. His hands rest warm and wide on the outside of your elbows. His thumbs rub softly along the skin there. “And for lookin’ real cute while you were doing it, too.”

You squint, trying hard not to smile at his smiling. 

“Stop flirting with me,” you grouse.

The boy’s pink lips jut in a playful pout. “But why?” he whines. “That’s, like, my favorite pastime.”

[skxllz]

Hi! IDK IF YOUR TAKING REQUESTS BUT IM GONNA SEND ONE ANYWAY AND YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU ARENT TAKING REQUESTS

Can you do Lucifer, Alastor and whoever else you wanna add with a reader who just swallows/eats anything/weird things?

A piece of tissue? Sure! Plastic? Yippee! A pebble? Why not! Keys? Yummy! A rubber duck? Quack quack! A piece of Alastors cane? Don’t kill me!!

I'm not currently taking requests but I'll do this for you hon <3 I apologize if it doesn't live up to your expectations!

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 & 𝐯𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐭...

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

🐤 - 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛

➳ when you two first started dating - scratch that, first started talking, he picked up on the fact that you had random quirks. bored? you'd make random noises. sometimes, you'd lay on the floor just to lay there. for no reason, you'd hang upside down on the couches in the foyer. —he once questioned you and you said, I quote, “ I want to feel the blood rush to my head, it's fun. ”— to say the least, you puzzled him, but he brushed it off because who wasn't an oddball in hell?

➳ now, when you actually started dating and you got more comfortable is when he noticed some of his rubber ducks missing - and not just the ducks, but rather some of the things he used on them as well. glue, for example.

➳ “ hey, um, sweetie? ” he approached you one day, quite confused from where his things were suddenly disappearing to. you hummed in reply, looking up from your phone. lucifer blinked at you slowly, trying to come up with a way to word his sentence without seeming like he was accusing you of anything. “ have you seen my glue? the kind I use for- ” — “ no. ” you had answered too quickly for his liking.

➳ as the days carried on, more of his shit would vanish. it got to the point where it'd frustrate him. it wasn't until one day, where his latest creation knocked off of his desk and rolled under it, did he find one of the ducks he had been looking for. except... it had a bite mark taken out of it...

➳ lucifer was dubbed shocked. his eyes widened, lips pulled down in a duck-lipped press. what in the seven rings of hell? he's never seen anything like this, and he doesn't own a hell hound, so who-

➳ and then his mind drifted to you.

➳ he recalled your weird behaviour; the way you were sweating nervously and avoiding eye contact. he should've known you had something to do with it.

➳ but to eat his rubber ducks? he's going to have a serious talk with you about your diet.

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📻 - 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛

➳ this radio demon didn't really show interest in you at first. you seemed innocent - too innocent, but still innocent, and that just didn't catch his attention in the slightest. if anything, you seemed bothersome.

➳ I'd like to think he first took interest in you when vaggie found a corner of the end of her spear broken off. no one dared touched it before, and you were new to the hotel - it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. but I guess, in a sense, no one else suspected you since you never bothered anything else.

➳ one night, when almost everyone was asleep, you snuck off to the kitchen to find something to eat. you were starving since you hadn't had dinner and couldn't really bother to just fall asleep on an empty stomach. a certain radio demon had followed you, startling you out of your wits as you turned around only to spot him there. “ funny to see you awake, dear! ”

➳ you explained to him, nervously, that you couldn't sleep. he hummed, pretending to show he was listening, before skipping right to the point of why exactly he was there. “ I couldn't help but realize that, earlier today when our dearest vaggie was rather upset, you hadn't moved an inch from your spot on the sofa. in fact, you seemed almost... ” he paused, pretending to ponder, his smile widening. “ guilty. care to explain the reasoning for that, hm? ”

➳ at that point, you were avoiding eye contact. hands twined behind your back, thumbs twiddling out of anxiousness, you searched for an excuse through your jumbled brain, attempting to think of absolutely anything just to slip away from alastor. but knowing him, he'd probably see right through the charade - he's been around way longer than you, and is a mastermind at getting into people's heads. no doubt he'd figure out you fibbed. — “ I just felt guilty that I couldn't help at all. vaggie is a close friend, I hate to see her upset. ”

➳ instead of buying the lie, like you had predicted, the bob-wearing demon leaned down and gave you a close-lipped grin; half lidded eyes flashing dangerously beneath the light that gleamed from atop the stove. “ or is it because, perhaps, you had something to do with it? ”

➳ that's when you blurted out. “ I ate it. ” and, much too afraid to gouge alastor's reaction, you turned and took off running out of the kitchen.

➳ if you would've stayed, however, you would've seen the way alastor's eyes momentarily widened. he was.. shocked, to say the least. he didn't think he had heard you right at first, but he knew for certain his ears didn't deceive him.

➳ with his narrowed eyes now staring after your figure, he straightened his posture, folding his hands behind his back and humming to himself. “ interesting creature, they are... ”

➳ you have now caught his attention. expect more interactions with the infamous deer!

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📺 - 𝚟𝚘𝚡

➳ picture this; you're one of velvette's models. you're dating vox, her business partner. they're both aware of how weird you can be, and yet, they both seem to favorite you - hell, even val (but let's face it, he just wants you for your body, which isn't going to happen).

➳ you're in the middle of getting your hair prepped and straightened when you had the sudden urge to just chew. it always came on randomly, but most of the time when you were bored. sitting in a chair, with sprits blasting into your face and hair utensils tugging in your hair, and hell forbid you weren't allowed to move- it was not exactly fun. so you started to eye the new collection of makeup sponges that were just set upon your personal vanity.

➳ they looked squishy, flimsy, chewable... oh so tempting. so while rachelle, your hairstylist, was busy talking her head off, too busy to notice you stretching your arm forward, you snatched one up.

➳ velvette came strutting down the midst of the aisle with a firm hand on her hip and a ripple in the center of her brow, shouting at many of the other stylists on what to do, what not to do - what looked better on her models, what looked cheap. she could not afford to have her best women looking as if they escaped the hands of a hellhound, it just wouldn't do. but that's when she turned, pointing a demanding finger at rachelle to amp up the heat on your straightener because the ends of your hair were curling up. that's also when she noticed you not only chewing on the newly bought sponge, but eating it.

➳ “ oh for fuck sake! ” the dark-skinned demon spewed, catching your attention and making you freeze. velvette reached an arm forward, only to wrap her digits around what was left of the sponge and rip it from your grasp. your chair turned on cue, showing you sheepishly smiling at the fuming female. “ I told you not to stuff your damn mouth full of random shit! especially my new makeup equipment — ” she turned away, stomping her healed foot to the ground. “ fuck! ”

➳ it wasn't long before vox had arrived before the demoness due to her calling him and shouting profanities over the phone. you were left to sit in the chair, huffing nonsense under your breath, while rachelle finished with your hair in silence.

➳ when the overlord made his presence known, rachelle excused herself — and thankfully she had finished your hair. “ y/n, dear.. ” vox smoothly spoke, for once not sounding like an overly cocky twat. it's usually only in the presence of others, but given that not many people were around, he dialed a softer tone with you.

➳ “ I didn't do anything, ” you rolled your eyes, looking away with a puffed out frown. yes, you were spoiled, but who wouldn't be, dating the owner and inventor of voxtech?

➳ vox sharply looked down at you, eyeing you with a sense of irritance —for angering velvette— but fondness —because you're his—. “ don't be like that. how many times have we talked about eating random things, hm? ”

➳ “ ... about- fifty nine? I lost count. ”

➳ “ around there. ” the tv demon moved, placing his hands on the back of the swivel chair you sat upon, while now holding eye contact with you through the mirror to your vanity. “ and what have we talked about, sweetheart? ”

➳ you were silent at first. staring him down, eyes hooded and ghosted over with annoyance. it was irritating how he was speaking to you like a child. “ well? ” vox impatiently, patiently, questioned; his claws dragging along the back of the chair, only to glide over your nape. closing your eyes out of bliss from the movement, you sighed. “ don't eat random things because they're bad for me... ”

➳ “ exactly. ” vox mischievously smiled down to you, squeezing the back of your neck gently. “ now, don't you think you owe velvette an apology? ”

➳ as you nod your head, vox releases his grip on you, letting your hair fall back down against your skin. “ good. come now, we have to get that out of the way; I have things to discuss with you. ”

➳ your discussion ended pretty well :).

[headkiss]

hi! i love ur work so much :) was wondering if you could do an eddie x reader (kinda friends to lovers), where the reader is super energetic, kind of a golden retriever gf LMFAO and just a big ball of sunshine. and she loves to explore and have fun and be spontaneous and at first eddie is weirded out by her and doesn’t want to admit that he has feelings for her but then he starts to fall in love with her and her quirks slowly but surely. thank u <3333

thank you!! and ty for ur request i hope this is somewhat what u wanted <3 | 0.6k of fluff

When Eddie first met you he thought you were sort of strange. Not in a bad way, really, just in a way that made it difficult for him to make his mind up about how he felt about you.

Robin introduced the two of you and right away, you started talking his ear off. You told him you wanted to go snorkeling in Lover’s Lake, for fucks sake.

“You won’t be able to see anything, you know?” He’d replied.

“I know, I just want to breathe out of the tube and float there. I think it’d be fun.”

Well, his idea of fun certainly didn’t involve sitting with his face in that murky water just to breathe out of a tube with an uncomfortable mouth piece.

But, over time, with your slow joining into the group, he went from finding you weird (actually) to weird (affectionate).

It took time for him to get used to your quick talking and blinding personality, that’s all.

Now, he’s not at all surprised when you call him to join you on aimless walks because you want to ‘breathe outside air,’ or when you show up at his door and tell him to get in the car because there’s a place you wanna see.

He’s not at all surprised and he’s way too happy to join you on your random adventures. He feels lucky that you choose him to go with you, really.

Today, you show up unannounced. He knows it’s you by the way you knock on his door, always tapping in some sort of song-like pattern.

“Eddie!” You cheer when he opens the door.

“Hi, sunshine.”

“Hi. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the park?”

“The park?”

“Yeah! Don’t you miss going on the swings?” You ask, pushing your hair over your shoulder. “They were always my favorite.”

He really doesn’t miss the swings, but he grabs his jacket and puts on his boots anyway.

Eddie likes to convince himself that he does these things for you out of kindness when it’s really just because he’d probably do anything for you. He never wanted to feel any type of way towards you and yet, he likes you a lot.

His nickname for you is the truth to him. You’re pure sunshine, even when it’s cloudy as hell. You’re warm, and bright, and you wear a smile that’s almost impossible not to reciprocate.

He finds himself wanting to protect you from everything bad in the world, if only it means you’ll keep smiling like that.

“Hey, moon?” You started calling him moon after he started calling you sunshine. For balance, you told him.

“Mhm?”

You listen to the rhythm of your footsteps, the way they match up.

“Do you have a favorite star?”

He looks at the side of your face as you walk, the way the wind tosses your hair around, the little pout on your mouth like it’s a very serious question.

“Yeah,” his hand brushes yours briefly, “the sun.”

His answer makes you smile at your feet.

You’ve liked Eddie since you met him, his edgy exterior housing a very soft person inside. He’s a very sweet boy, humoring you even when he doesn’t want to, letting you flick through his music collection in the van even if he’ll have to reorganize it after.

You can't be certain, but you’d like to think he likes you, too. That he’s trying to tell you something with his answer of ‘the sun.’

“Well, mine’s the moon.”

“The moon’s not a star.”

His heart does a stupid little jump.

“Since when do you care about rules?”

“Good point.” His hand brushes yours again. “I like your answer.”

“I like my answer, too.” I like you.

The next time your hands brush, Eddie takes a hold of yours. Your fingers intertwine perfectly, you think, like finding the very last piece of a jigsaw puzzle.

A completed image.

[amascomet]

hi! I just wanted to say that I REALLY love your Tmnt gene sliced AU! It’s so sick n the characters are so cool looking ^_^!!!!! Raph’s my favorite >_<! Just wanted to ask, do u have any silly fun facts about Raph or the turtles? I would love to look into Raph’s personality later on! He’s so awesome ^v^!

Glad you like Raph! I’ve given him a lot of my quirks. (I’ve given all of them a lot of my quirks but he’s got some of my favorites I guess lol) Here’s some fun facts!

- He’s got a favorite brother and it’s Mikey. He might not show it in a conventional way but Mikey is definitely his favorite.

- When it comes to group game activities Raph is more of a spectator. He gets easily frustrated so it’s more enjoyable for everyone involved when he’s got the job of keeping scores or being the Monopoly bank teller.

- Baby raph was a biter and liked to stay tucked in his shell.

- Raph requires constant stimulation. He’s incredibly destructive otherwise. He’s got a lot of energy and emotion and most of the time has no place to put it. Even when he’s relaxed he’s got a habit of absentmindedly picking away at stuff.

Warning, this next bit is a little heavier but it’s an elaboration on Raph’s arc and what inspires it. ❤️🐢

To put it bluntly, Raph is afraid of change. He’s not too sure about the future or who he is. He hates to think about it. April’s arrival disrupts the “peace” that he’s been living in. Now everyone around him is changing. He wants to change as well but just…can’t. He takes little steps here and there but bettering himself overall is just a struggle.

I’ve been committed a few times and every now and then I just wish I were permanently in that environment. I enjoyed just being able to exist in a space where everything felt stagnant and I didn’t have to care about anything. There was just 1 facility I went to that was actually nice vs the others that actually felt like prisons. As nice as it was, it’s still not really a place you want to be if you don’t have to. When things are simple it’s just really nice. That’s what Raph is existing in. Something about living on autopilot can be comforting but in a place like that there’s longing for more. I think it’s because you’re giving up a lot of freedoms in exchange for whatever this weird sense of peace is. Raph is confused and unsure about what he wants. Things are moving too fast. His emotions keep getting bigger and he doesn’t know what to do.

[herebecritters]

did you think nergal was gonna be a fave when you conceptualized the three of em or was it a fun surprise

I always feel weird about having favorites. It comes and goes and changes so often. I usually draw what I’m in the mood for at that given time anyways, “favorites” doesn’t really have anything to do with it.

I love all three of the trio and they all have little quirks and stories that I could ramble for hours about (and have rambled for hours about to my friends). Dumuzis got a LOT going on that I’m not sure how much I can reveal yet and Geshtu is actually a delight to write once you get how he ticks. But those two are also much more passive characters, they tend to keep to themselves and their depravity is a bit more subtle.

I think I tend to draw Nergal the most because THIS bro, on the other hand, is SUCH an active driving force that it’s really easy and fun to throw him into just about anything. He also is the one I can have interact with other characters, oc and canon, significantly more than the other two (for plot reasons). He’s vile and nasty and disgusting and its low hanging fruit that’s an absolute blast to indulge in.

Dumuzi and Geshtu take a bit more thought and care. But I definitely don’t love them any less, I got so much planned for them. Stuff is in the works ;3 they will get their time to shine too.

Each one of the trio is just as important as the other. They are the well-oiled machine of the Isles after all.

[zerodderty]

Undertale Yellow feels like, and I don’t say this lightly, the Advent Children of UT/DR

Looks really cool, *is* really cool in a lot of the ways that count, even hits home sometimes… but also nobody who touched the production ever really “got” the original, so it’s just kinda hollow

That’s not always a bad thing, fanlike reverence leads to new ideas being created usually when people try to replicate the things they like about a work while cutting back on the less important bits. But when you tie it to this worship of the original text you get all these… janky halfhearted copies.

Like, oh, we gotta kinda have a Papyrus. Here’s your robot section. Didn’t you like Undertale’s Neutral Route? There’s some quieter comparison points where you can feel the thought that went into making UTY a fun reflection of the original. But also sometimes things feel needless, like they’re there to fill a quota.

The pacing gets this the worst- the actual main cast is introduced two thirds of the way through the story, so most of the early areas are JUST old Undertale zones without the humor or charm. Pacifist in particular suffers because of how much importance it puts on characters and scenarios that a first time player will have No time to care about.

The themes here are…. Incoherent. Copying Undertale’s structure so hard means that unintentionally a lot of the same Determination, Empathy, Content Consumption stuff gets reiterated, while the new stuff about Justice and Consequences feels like its totally shoved to the ends of each route where characters will start talking as if walking around doing random encounters and occasionally stumbling into bits with characters who immediately fall in love with you and proceed to do three bits before leaving means we’ve had some Deep Meaningful Arc together that is climaxing only now.

Which is to say at some point in every route characters will start ranting about Justice and Heroism in a way that just feels really goofy since it always comes out of nowhere. I can see the narrative bones of a fun western romp, but its buried under all this Undertale flavored fluff that makes the early game feel charming but hollow, the midgame feel abrupt and slow, and the endgame feel interesting but wayyyy too fast and undercooked for whats come before it.

And then there’s the Cool parts. The character design is just fifteen levels of weird, everyone is the same sort of lanky furry creature with these big mysterious angsty backstories that mainly serve to funnel people towards the two big endgame superbosses of Pacifist and Genocide. And they certainly are big, taking the form of long, multiphase endeavors with more than a few totally unbalanced attacks that go more for flash and overwhelming density than anything else.

And hey, I can’t say the flash doesn’t work…? I think with Deltarune as a comparison now, the weird reality breaking freaks of Jevil and Spamton feel a lot more interesting of a Sans followup but sure yeah, I can’t say that these anime powerups don’t look sick even if they feel a little disconnected from everything. But it feels like they exist at the expense of everything else as these all encompassing fixation points.

And hell, UTY is probably the *most* restrained Undertale fangame here, because you can tell in the base encounter design that clearly the developers liked the idea that Undertale was a game with encounters in it, even if the bits aren’t always as funny or charming they’re at least there and well executed. I like the random monsters! They’re probably my favorite thing here because they don’t feel exaggerated or cast aside to better focus in on the Cool Stuff

I dunno, I feel weirdly conflicted that a game so technically competent at emulating Undertale and so clearly passionate in its aims feels so uneven and clumsy. I’m glad it exists, I’m glad I played it, I just wish it was more… good. Maybe it’s in part that I got into Undertale from its influences (Homestuck and weird quirked up JRPGs) that it feels so weird to have those influences diminished to better do the Cool Stuff, but I feel if UTY wanted to just do the Cool Stuff it would have been better served not being so tied down to living up to the already lofty task of Undertale 2 without feeling like a direct to dvd and home video sequel.

[juniper-bunch]

It'll probably be obvious who i am since i dont chane my typing style but I am curious and Too Anxious to ask Anything off anon so.

this is also probably worded weirdly because I cannot put things into words well

If anyone in your system is alright w/ you sharing their experiences since I'm pretty sure its also something that would vary from alter to alter & system to system

For fictives, does it ever. feel weird at all. to know that in their source, nearly all of their life (or the life of some version of them) is just. able to be seen by anyone. and it's common for fans of said source to analyze everything/everyone in the source?

Do any of the fictives in your system have vivid memories of source? Does anything change/feel different when the source reveals some unexpected plot twist about the backstory? or is it just something like "oh lol that other-me sure has a funny life"? or does that also vary between alters?

& similarly do fictives of other people's ocs feel uneasy abt the source-oc's creator bc of them knowing/writing/sharing things about the story or anything?

Like I'd honestly feel a bit conflicted/strange about knowing there's just. casually someone who knows the entire life story of me / some version of me and can change it all on a whim if they wished. but also everyone probably sees things like that very differently

just things ive been curious about for a while honestly-

again very very sorry if anythings worded weirdly or awkwardly or if the paragraphs are long or if there's too many questions 😓 I Do Not mean to be insensitive or anything and am very sorry if anything comes off as insensitive

Umm.. I have like 2 guesses, but like I suck at telling who people are unless there’s like a really specific typing quirk, so I have no idea

(We’re going to answer everything in 3rd person because there are several people answering this)

That really depends. Like Venti and Z find it fun, some don’t really care, some get a bit iffy, and a few view it as some fun guessing game sometimes. It can be a bit weird sometimes when it feels like someone can see straight through us, but overall, it’s not that bad?

That also varies between alters. Some of us have source memories, some don’t. Some have only bad memories, some have good, some have.. weird, some have a mix of those. All source memories though do at least somewhat tie into some resemblance of things the body has gone through. Sometime seeing new things as media progresses means being able to get new memories, sometimes it doesn’t. Some don’t even like interacting with their source at all because of source memories, some just see it as “haha loser I never went through that”

Not really? We have 2 (maybe 3-) introjects of someone else’s OCs, so although it can feel.. weird, neither of them are uncomfortable at all. One of them even finds it amusing

That makes sense, but at the same time, it’s not exactly like that? The brain splits alters it thinks it needs for any given reason(s), so an alter can have their life fleshed out like that, or it can be completely different. It’s really weird, the way the brain works. Some of us are really source connected, some only somewhat, and some who aren’t source connected at all. So it really does vary heavily

It’s all good! We actually like talking about it and educating others and sharing our experiences (so long as we’re okay with sharing them)

[aurora567]

Little Mouse Ch. 23

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: We get some fun little banter among some of the LOV members and Rin. And of course some spicy time with Dabi in the middle

Word Count: 5621

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The following days Rin spent just hanging around the hideout. She was not exactly sure what the group was doing, though she never actually asked anyone. Toga told her a little about what she had been doing. But honestly getting the girl to talk about anything other than some boy and girl about her age that she seemed to know, or thinks she knows was hard. Apparently she had met the boy earlier and had apparently developed some form of a crush. Though border line stalkerish feelings felt more accurate to the red head. The girl, Toga had fallen in love with after her last mission.

Twice and Mr. Compress were far more willing to talk work than the crazy girl. They had no issues telling her about Shigaraki’s plans to try to get the group some much needed money. And much needed it really was. Rin was quickly growing tired of cold showers with no heat or electricity and the cheap stolen meals. Still she was not sure if her lack of involvement was due to Shigaraki not trusting her, Dabi not wanting her in the field or some other stupid reason. But honestly she could not even wear pants yet still so she was not going to complain about being kept locked up.

Though apparently not everyone enjoyed that the woman decided to just walk around without pants. At least she wore one of Dabi’s long torn up shirts that covered most of her ass and panties.

“You really need to put on some damn pants,” Was the growl that had come from Spinner the one day she was walking around the base in just a shirt and her panties. Apparently Rin had no longer given any shits about being nearly naked in front of anyone.

“Don’t like it, don't look,” She had barked back as she had been walking past the over-sized lizard and happily flipped him the bird at the same time. Should it have felt weird being eye candy for all the men? Maybe. But once again Rin had oddly stopped caring or maybe she assumed no one would dare touch her for fear Dabi would roast them. Well everyone but Shigaraki. Apparently he was the one exception that Dabi would not stop. And knowing the two strongest members had her back did a fair number on upping her ego. She felt rather untouchable within the base with the knowledge no one would stop her from doing anything she wanted as long as it did not piss off either of said men. And so she fearlessly walked around with her body rather exposed.

“Awe Rin you're so brave walking around however you feel like,” Toga had praised her though it only made her softly arch an eyebrow at the young blonde.

“You make it sound like you're all shy. I think everyone here has seen you naked on a mission Toga,” Rin had said flatly. That knowledge had not exactly sat the best with her after learning the blonde's quirk did not allow her to keep her own clothes when shape shifting into other people. It also did not help that the young girl really was rather shameless.

“Yeah but that’s not something I can control. I do not choose to end up naked. You on the other hand choose to walk around almost naked,” Toga had argued back.

“Hey I’d put pants on if it wouldn’t hurt like hell,” Rin pouted softly, unable to help but reach back and run her fingers over the still sore skin. Wincing softly as her fingers touched the sore skin.

“I could give you one of my skirts,” Toga had offered, though one simple glance down at the blonde's tiny hips and Rin was softly shaking her head.

“Thanks but I think my ass is too big. Your skirt wouldn’t cover anything. Nor would I be able to get it zipped up,” she grumbled the last sentence to herself not wanting to admit that her waist was also not tiny enough to do up the skirt in order for her to actually wear it.

“So where’s Shiggy? I have not seen him around lately,” Rin had said, recalling she had not seen the man since he had paid her that mid night visit.

“He’s out looking for the Doctor,” Toga answered, which only had Rin look at her oddly. She has been with the league for weeks if not months. And she had no idea who that was.

“Who?” Rin asked with an eyebrow arched. The name seemed familiar but she could not place it.

“Oh he’s some supposed friend of All for One. He’s supposedly gonna help,” it was Mr Compress now who spoke up. Still that did not stop the odd, questioning look on her face. How odd they kept this Doctor person hidden from her.

“Is he a part of the League?” Rin was unable to help the question.

“Not exactly. He was the guy who built the Nomu’s,” Twice reminded her and that was what had her remember where she had heard the name. Shigaraki would talk with that man from time to time.

“Oh him,” Rin hummed now remembering the man Shiggy had mentioned only a time or two.

“And how exactly is he going to help?” She questioned which just had everyone shrugging their shoulders at her. Well at least it was not only her who Shigaraki kept in the dark. Should this have raised a red flag? Yes. Did she pay said flag any attention? Nope.

“Is Dabi out recruiting again?” She asked, recalling how that was what kept the dark haired man busy lately.

“Yep. He said there was some big fish interested in chatting with him. He seemed rather unsure but was also very interested,” Toga had said and this had Rin arch a brow at her. Oh? Dabi never mentioned anything to her.

“What do you mean big fish?” She asked, unable to help but be full of questions.

“Apparently he’s meeting with a ranked hero,” Toga said though she did not seem a hundred percent curtain with her answer.

That answer had Rin’s lips pressing together. A ranked hero turning to villiany was suspicious. Sure some hero’s were ass holes but she found it hard that one would turn and stop helping people. The hero society was more than corrupt in its own way, and that way often was in favour of a top hero. Why would someone using the system want to change it.

“Oh you’re thinking about something pretty hard there,” Compress was the one to notice the odd thinking face she had put on.

“It’s weird to think a top hero would join us. Most love the system and use it to their gain. If it’s someone like that then why would they want to get rid of the system they love to abuse? The others are honest to goodness good hearted. Those people would never change such views easily. It just does not make sense to me at all that anyone who is a ranked hero would join,” she said, simply unable to help but think hard about it. Sure a small no name hero may feel jealous and overlooked. They could want to change things. But a ranked hero surely would never feel that way or feel so desperate. She really wanted to know who was looking to join them.

“Eh, you're thinking too hard. If Shiggy and Dabi think the person is fine then I say okay,” Toga said more than happy to shrug off Rin’s uneasiness. Which had Rin sigh as it seemed that maybe Toga was right. Dabi and Shigaraki did not trust easily. If they had no issues then why should she?

“You’re right. If the guys approve then it must be fine,” Rin said even though she wasn’t sure she actually believed what she said. But she would at least try and relax in the meantime.

It was not till hours later that Shigaraki had returned after his apparent chat with the Doc. And whatever it was seemed to slightly sour the man’s mood. But she did not care, leaving the man child to stew in his own temper as she waited for Dabi to return. He was the one she wanted to talk to. It was well into the middle of the night that she heard the door to their shared room creak open. Rin had ended up softly drifting off still only wearing some panties and Dabi’s shirt she had picked up off the floor.

“Mmm if that’s you again Shigaraki I swear I will castrate you,” she had hissed when the sound of the door had stirred her from her light slumber. The deep chuckle that filled her ears though had her quickly blinking her eyes open, trying to desperately wake up.

“Oh did Crusty piss you off princess?” Dabi asked as he was shrugging his jacket off then working at his boots.

“He woke me up in the middle of the night the other night. I did not want a repeat,” she grumbled softly, waiting for the warm body to crawl in next to her so she could curl up against the new heat. She always hated how cold the bed was without him. Her comment had earned her another chuckle as Dabi curled an arm around her waist keeping her tucked against his side.

“How was recruiting?” She asked, her voice slightly muffled against his side.

“Fine,” was the single word she earned from him. That was not the answer she wanted. It was not surprising either.

“Just fine? You’ve been gone for a while. Surely you have either been having some success or it has not gone as well as you would like?” She asked, trying to see what she could learn. She was curious and could not help it.

“Eh it has not been as successful as I would like. Bunch of useless idiots,” Dabi had grumbled.

“Toga said you may have found someone interesting?” Rin kept pushing, well aware he could lash out at her at any moment. But that was part of the fun.

“That loose lipped moron,” Dabi had growled under his breath before answering her, “yeah had someone interesting try to reach out. But I am not too sure about him.”

Hmm okay this was at least something. It was clearly a male hero. Okay that’s not a lot of help. Most top ranked hero’s were indeed male. Few women had the strength or ability to make the top. People can scream equality all they want but she was well aware less women made it into the hero track, fewer yet made it out of being sidekicks. Well she knew it was not the rabbit hero Mirko who was the threat. But that did not narrow down the options.

“Well what makes you so unsure?” She asked easily playing stupid to the fact she was aware he was talking with a hero.

“He’s a shady fucker. I don’t trust him. But Shigaraki is extremely sure that he could be a very usable pawn,” Dabi had admitted. Ah this could explain why he was gone for so long. It was almost funny thinking that Dabi was actually working hard to try and prove the recruit was shady and not trustworthy.

“Hmm well if you are the one dealing with him then I am sure you will be able to figure it out,” she cooed softly as she gently placed a few kisses along his chest. She was being a kiss ass but she did not care as it seemed her playful kisses did their job of distracting her nosey pocking around. The sound of an almost animalistic growl rumbling in his chest told her that their conversation was no longer what he was directly thinking of.

“Well aren’t you feeling frisky,” she could hear the smirk in his tone even before she had looked up at him to see the wide smirk on his lips.

“Like I said. I missed you,” she said simply before quickly starting to trail kisses down his bare chest. Usually it was Dabi initiating the rough sex. But this time she was taking the lead as she teasingly trailed kisses down his body. And of course Dabi did not stop her as he watched the woman push the blankets off of them both as she moved herself down to his boxers.

All it took was a small soft hand running over his clothes erection and she could hear the sharp breath he had inhaled. She could feel him quickly growing hard under her hand. It brought her own smirk to her lips. It was a rather fun rush knowing that a man as dangerous as Dabi was putty in her hands so quickly. Her other hand was already tugging his boxers down at least far enough to feel his hard cock so her fingers could wrap around him. Her strokes were slow and teasing as her thumb would run over his already leaking tip.

“Seems you missed me too,” she teased, well aware the comment could get her in trouble. But that was what she wanted.

“Shut up. And put that lovely mouth of yours to work already,” as expected a hand had snapped out and grabbed a handful of her hair giving it a good rough tug. And that did things to her. The hand also wasted no time in pushing her head down towards him as her hand had never stopped slowly stroking him.

She never answered him as she simply parted her lips and teasingly ran her tongue over his tip. That was all the time she had before the hand was pushing her head down, already sending him deep into her mouth. She tried to run her tongue along what bit of his length that she could try to wet to the best of her ability. She tried not to gag when he hit the back of her throat. She was more than aware that Dabi had every plan to abuse her mouth. Working to relax her jaw she paid no attention to the hand in her hair picking the pace of how fast her head started to bob, nor how much of him she took into her mouth. She did not even try to hold back her gags any time he hit the back of her throat hard. The aching in the back of her head from his hand pulling at her hair was a dull pain but it was also a welcomed distraction. Tears had prickled at her eyes but she did not care. Focusing more so on trying to breath in time with the bobs of her head so she did not pass out as he used her mouth was a top priority.

Maybe she wanted to speed up things as she realized that Dabi was clearly growing closer to his climax thanks to the number of growing louder curses that had started to slip past the man's lips. Her free hand had slipped down and she did not even hesitate to cup his balls in her hand. Gently she massaged them hearing a rather loud fuck come from the man. That was also as good of a warning as she would get as well before she was met with a mouth full of salty cum. Struggling to swallow fast enough and not gag, she gave one final suck and ran her tongue over his tip before she pulled away letting go of him with a light pop.

Smirking up at him Rin took in the nice fucked out look he had on his face for a second as his head had rolled back as he had came. Now his head picked up to look down at her as she smirked up at him.

“Hmm maybe I should spend more time away if this is going to be how I am greeted,” Dabi was teasing as he panted softly and started to relax as he caught his breath.

“Oh do not get used to it,” She rolled her eyes at him before she had slowly crawled her way back up his body not even caring if she still had his boxers pulled down. If he wanted to put himself away he could but she was not going to. No, she simply wanted to cuddle now.

She would never admit it to him out loud but she did indeed miss him when Dabi was away and she was left home alone in the old abandoned building.

Rin was lounging around with Toga and twice in one of the larger rooms. The three were chatting about a magazine that Toga had grabbed with a little five finger discounting.

“That is so not true. Do women really like that stuff?” Twice had asked after reading something in the magazine.

“Yes,”

“No,”

Both women had answered at the same time but with completely different answers. Which had the two playfully glare at each other.

“Oh come on Rin that would be so romantic if a man did that,” Toga argued which had the red head rolled her eyes.

“No it ain’t. Just some bull shit, that’s like saying peacocking works,” Rin argued about some flirting tips the magazine had.

“I really don’t think you have any right to say in what works for flirting Rin. After all, look at your taste in men,” Toga and Twice had shared a glance at each other before Toga spoke up. Rin opened her mouth to argue but then again maybe the two blondes had a point. Rin’s taste in men lately had not exactly been great by normal people's standards. Though Shigaraki did not really count, the man just did not know or understand basic decency and just took what he wanted but then again Dabi never did stop him either. Yeah neither relationship was in any way normal nor healthy and she was not stupid enough to try and argue they were normal or healthy in any way.

“Okay fine. Don’t take advice from your senior,” the redhead said with a slight huff through her nose though keeping a straight face was hard as she tried not to burst out in laughter. Which did not happen as she couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. And in turn Twice and Toga started to laugh with her.

It wasn’t till a door opened and the rest of the league who were around walked in. Huh, when was the last time so many of them had gathered together for more than to grab meals anytime someone stole enough for them all? They were really going to need to figure something better out. But that was a thought for another time as she spotted everyone but Dabi slowly following into the room.

“Good we are all here,” came the raspy voice from Shigaraki after his eyes had glanced around taking in the small number of people. Well they were all there but Dabi but that was nothing new. Shigaraki seemed to love to give that man a different job than the rest of the group, was it a sign of trust? Or was it because out of everyone Dabi may be the most sane? Which was really saying something because no one in the room was really sane.

But the look of hands sitting over Shigaraki’s body seemed to have everyone in the room quickly growing quiet and fully focused on him. When Shigaraki wore the hands of his family on his body that was often a sign that something was about to happen.

“What’s up Shiggy?” Toga was the one to voice what everyone was thinking.

“We need some money. And I think I have found just the right people,” that was all that was said before Shigaraki was leading the way out of their makeshift home and through the darkness of night.

The place they were walking up to looked decent enough for the outside. Three stories out among the outskirts of the city. Place almost looked like a small mansion after every crappy old wear house or abandoned building they had been hiding away in. Hmm maybe there was promise here after all like Shigaraki thought. Though the thought of stealing from someone did not sit well with everyone we were also quickly growing tired of living like sewer rats. Or at least Rin was already tired of it.

Storming into the home was easy enough, though the sight had Rin raise an eyebrow. Well when Shiggy said they were a cult she did not think it was so odd. But they all seemed to be dressed the same. She never did understand that kind of crazy. All dressed in black with almost cartoonish looking skeletal masks, or at least that’s what she thinks they were aiming for. Of course they did not take it well when the league crashed into their home.

The group also seemed rather upset at seeing Spinner, even going as far as someone squawking about how the group had a lizard with them and it being disgusting. That had Rin shoot a hard glare at the group. Ah these were not some chasing alien god worshipers, no even worse, nothing more than bigots trying to use religion as a cover for their hate of fellow man. Mildly unsure how her comrade was handling the insults she glanced back over her shoulder from where she stood behind Shigaraki.

Spinner looked indifferent, which just had the woman grow curious. How often had he heard that before? Or worse? Spinner seemed happy to keep to himself, not usually bothering to join Rin, Toga and Twice when they got together to just hang out in the hideout. But he also did not outwardly treat anyone with hospitality. Which now had her wondering just how used to being alone was he? Did he assume everyone just shared the same opinions? And as such he feared letting people close. No matter now was not the time for that as she noticed the cultists jumped to action finally.

Did one honestly swing a candle stand? That’s honestly what it looked like. Their attacks were sloppy, easy to dodge. And they were slow. Kind of felt like it was almost unfair. Even though the cult started out with more numbers it did not take long before their numbers dwindled down fast. Rin proceeded to slam her elbow into someone’s face, cracking both the mask and bones as she was sure she smashed the man’s face in. Or at least she thinks the face was once belonging to a guy. Kind of hard to tell with bits of mask still trying to cling to his face as well as the blood that was freely gushing down the person's face.

Glancing up she watched Shigaraki not even hesitate to lay his entire hand against some cultists face. She watched as the body all too fast started to turn grey and crack as the person turned to dust in front of Shigaraki. The sight sent a shiver down her spine. It was so easy to forget that Shigaraki was a cold blooded killer, the man would not hesitate to end a life. While Rin had made sure not to kill anyone herself. Though she had a feeling that her kindness would not have mattered, someone would probably finish them off after her. But she was still held by her word, she had told Shigaraki she did not want to kill anyone. And that had not changed.

Glancing around, blood splattered the walls and floor. Well not just the walls but also them. Everyone seemed to have some blood on them, even she had not been able to get away without blood splattering across her body. Ugh this was going to be a pain cleaning up after everything. Washing clothes without blood stains was a big enough pain.

Being pulled from her mind she turned to look over at Twice who was looking through a dresser or something complaining about how religion did not have much money involved. Which just had the red head roll her eyes. This was far from a normal religious group. Of course there would not be immense riches with this group. Toga started complaining about the tip of one of her odd needle things having broken. Which in turn had even Mr. Compress complaining his own arm had seen better days.

“Remind me later Mr. Compress I will see what I can do for your arm,” She called out looking up at the man who had made his way up to the second story. As a reply she watched the man raise his real hand and tip his hat to her. She really liked it better when she could actually see the man's face. He was always so hard to read with his dang masks on all the time.

“Well you guys can hunt for valuables, I am going to look for a bathroom and try to clean some of this blood up,” Rin said staring down at the front of her blood covered shirt with a wrinkle of her nose.

“Awe but Rin you look so pretty when covered in blood,” Toga called out in such a childish way as if she was not actually talking about someone looking good and being covered in blood. Still Rin left the group to look around the house. It surely would have a working bathroom where she could quickly clean herself up at least a little bit before she would return to them and see what they found.

Having left the bathroom after washing the blood the best she could from her hands and face she made her way back to the main room she had left the group in. Toga and Twice were looking over the things they had started to stuff into bags and other things but she was not really paying much attention as she noticed Shigaraki’s eyes quickly landed on her as she entered the space and started to walk towards him.

“We should not linger too long. It’s a bit of a walk home. And who knows if anyone could have overheard or saw anything. It is doubtful how far out of the way this place is but still we can not take the risk,” Rin voiced as she walked to stand beside Shiggy. She watched his eyes glance at her from behind the hand on his face but after a second he nodded his head agreeing with her.

“I have somewhere else we will be staying at. But it's still a bit of a walk,” Shigaraki said, which in turn now had Rin nodding her head. She knew not to question or argue with the man even if she was unsure about a new place to hide out in.

Silently she watched as Shigaraki started to walk away from her. That seemed to be a universal sign for everyone to pay attention to him as he started to head towards the way they had entered. Silently everyone was quick to follow after Shigaraki as they started to leave the mansion like home. Though Rin wondered if what they carried out with them was worth all the blood shed for? It did not seem like they were carrying all that much. Oh well she could not worry about such things. It would surely make her feel bad and cause her to linger on it and that would surely not be healthy for her. Then again pushing her feelings under the rug was not a good coping mechanism either. Oh well seemed like it was a damned if you do and damned if you don’t mental situation she was in.

Rin eyes around the old abandoned looking construction sight, or maybe it was some dig site? She honestly did not know nor did it truly matter. As long as it was safe and there was somewhere decent to sleep she did not care. And Dabi, that was also her only other requirement. As long as she had somewhere to sleep and Dabi knew where she was that was all that truly did matter now. Funny how things change in what was only a few months. Or she thought it was months. Winter had not come yet so that told her it had only been months, not yet a year. But she had to be approaching five or six months now easily. Then again she wasn’t even sure which day or month it exactly was. Summer was clearly coming to an end though. But it was not directly cold enough to be true winter yet. But nights were truly getting cold when she was uncomfortable when Dabi was not there to warm her and she was forced to sleep dressed in some clothes for added warmth.

Rin was sitting back on the floor watching as the group was now starting to look through their spoils of war. Now that the sun was up and they all had caught a couple of hours in the early hours of the morning. But now all were awake. Toga and twice were looking at some jewelry. Hmm Rin wondered if it was made with gold and was all real? If yes then the necklace Twice was putting on Toga was actually a little valuable. If not and it was all fake, well then it was not worth anything. But it was cute watching Twice help Toga. The two reminded her of some siblings. An older brother helping his little sister. And she knew Toga was just as quick to help Twice as well. It was easy to see how the league in a way was like a makeshift family.

The sudden burst of the door opening drew Rin’s attention. The sight of Dabi walking into the building had a smile tugging at her lips. She almost jumped to her feet to greet him but instead she held back, she moved slowly to push herself up to her feet but not yet moving. Her eyes were locked on him watching him as he tried to claim the group was just kicking back. Of course he tried to make it sound like he was such a poor overworked man. She rolled her eyes at the man. She was well aware he spent more time burning people to a crisp than anything else. Apparently Toga shared at least somewhat similar thoughts as she seemed to tease Dabi about just being bad at judging people.

Shigaraki, who had been contemplating something, spoke up. This drew Rin’s attention away from the others as Shigaraki. He was snacking on what little food was available. Talking about how it had only been a month since Kurogiri had been arrested. Has it only been a month? Realistically she could not tell.

“Yeah that sounds about right,” she mumbled more so to herself than to the man as she actually started to try and count the days that she could remember. It felt more like a lifetime ago now when Kurogiri had been Shigaraki’s keeper, not her.

“No luck finding the doctor either,” it had not been meant as a question but was indeed something a blunt truth being pointed out. Honestly Rin could not care about some old doctor that used to help All For One. Rin felt if the doctor actually was an ally he should have tried to make contact. If Guran could still find them then so could this so-called doctor. Though the comment Toga made about Shiggy missing Kurogiri almost had her snickers it was kinda cute to think the man actually had the ability to miss someone and most likely cared about them to some degree.

Rin’s attention was pulled away from watching Twice and Toga as she turned to see it was Spinner who was questioning Shigaraki. Curious to see how this would go and few stood up to Shigaraki in such a manner or questioned his decisions. Would the man child lash out? Or would he do something different as she watched Spinner question the leader of their little ragtag team of mostly criminals? And to be fair to Spinner the question was a valid one. What was Shigaraki’s next plan? The part about Stain held no interest to her. But even Rin had to admit she wanted to know the answer as she watched Shigaraki. Though watching Spinner lose his cool for once was interesting.

It seemed everyone was watching what was to come next as Shigaraki started his reply to spinner before a loud crash outside had everyone tense up and rushing to see what was happening. Were they under attack? Was it hero’s and the cops? Or something else?

The answer to those unasked questions was not what Rin expected. The man, beast or monster, whatever it was looked a little less than human with its incredible height and odd human-like body. What the fuck was that thing? A human mountain hybrid?

“Are you the one who succeeded One for All?” holy crap it could talk. Alright, maybe it was more human than Rin had first assumed. It seemed Rin may not have been the only one a little surprised. Although Shigaraki was looking downright delighted as he lighted the hand that he had placed over his face seconds earlier before rushing out.

This thing was a weapon? Actually that made sense, it looked somewhat human but was not. Was it something like nomu”s? Was it some scientific experiment? And if it was meant to be an ally why was it suddenly attacking them?

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[lieutenant-amuel]

What di you think of wish?

I’m neutral to this movie. I don’t hate it and don’t claim it to be the worst animated movie ever existed yet I’m not a fan either and I won’t defend it too fiercely. There are a few things I really loved about it but I suppose this is not enough for me to love it in the whole.

Those few things I love are Magnifico’s character and his relationship with Amaya. They really seemed to love each other so much, they were very sweet in the first part of the movie, before Magnifico lost his mind, and then they also were beautifully tragic. My only complaint about their storyline is that it happens too fast. We don’t see Amaya struggling with making this decision as if their love meant nothing to her, so I suppose I like their story more in theory because a couple that loved each other and then fell apart because of the insanity of one of them sounds very interesting actually.

And I think this is the reason why this movie is overall enjoyable yet I don’t care much about it. It’s kind of superficial. They really took a very strong “tell not show” approach for this movie, and it’s noticeable. We know Magnifico had a tragic past and it severely affected him but we never saw him feeling any strong emotions about it. He just states that it was terrifying but we never learn more about it. We know Sakina has such a beautiful and magical wish but c’mon why should I care about Magnifico crashing her wish if I don’t even know what she’s wishing for. And we never learn, even by the end of the movie. We know Asha’s father had a very big impact on her but we don’t even see his face. It’s like, I do want to feel something about this movie, and the movie certainly wants me to feel something too but I just can’t because there is not build-up for feeling these emotions, only empty statements.

The story on its own is fun, really, I can’t say I was bored watching it, but there’s no emotional connection built with it for me which makes it just one of the movies I’ve watched.

The songs are nice though. I don’t care much about the awkward lyrics (I let you live here for free and I don’t even charge you rent or whatever) because I don’t even listen to the English soundtrack, I’m not an English native. The songs sound great in my dubbing so I loved them all with a few exceptions.

The protagonist aka Asha is annoying. I didn’t notice it when watching the movie for the first time but when I rewatched it two more times when showing it to my family, the way she acts felt over the top. This abundance of all the little gestures, stupid faces, and squeaks is absolutely unnecessary. Like, why are you making her say that wishes are the most beautiful thing (or something) in the scene right before the At All Costs song and then grimace (ыыыыы, sorry I don’t know why I said it)? And the movie is filled with these awkward “quirks” made by the main heroine which gets extremely tiring as the story is going. I normally like this kind of characters but in case of Asha they really went too far which makes her kind of insincere and unserious even in emotional scenes.

I don’t have much to say about this animation. Sometimes it looks weird, sometimes it looks pretty. But overall I enjoy what I’m seeing on screen so I don’t think I have any complaints.

Anyway, I want to point out that I really don’t care about concept arts. Is Starboy a cool idea? Yep, kinda. Is an evil couple just the most breathtaking idea of the decade? Yeah, I think it’s cool. But I don’t see these ideas executed in the movie so I can’t judge them without seeing them in action. They could have been easily messed up in the final product so they’re not any better than the movie we got as a result.

I did enjoy seeing the fandom getting creative with these ideas but it’s got tiring over time because people really cannot judge the movie for the movie and instead compare it to something they created in their own heads and to something that basically doesn’t even exist.

People judge it based on the hype it’s got due to being a tribute to Disney’s 100th anniversary and therefore have way too high expectations which is valid, I admit I also expected something a lot different from this movie but I think it’s also important to learn how to be impartial and don’t jump into conclusions because many people hate it even without watching it lol.

I think that’s it? This movie is fine. It’s quite enjoyable especially if you ignore what was happening “behind the screen” and don’t overanalyze it. It’s superficial and is not meant to tell a very deep story but if you want to have a fun time in the evening by watching something, I think this movie is a good choice.

Thank you for the ask!

[hexagonalhavoc]

Can I request the hex Characters Reactions Do the readers love bites? ( Just another funny little idea I had)

The Hex characters reacting to the reader’s love bites hc’s 

[Author’s Note: I wasn’t sure how to love bites so I hope I did it well! I decided to take a more comedic approach with this]

Lionel: 

Lionel is so confused.

My headcanon for him is that he’s uncomfortable with touch so in the beginning he doesn’t respond well to you doing that. 

Once he becomes more comfortable in the relationship he really doesn’t mind. 

He could be doing something and you bite him and he doesn’t even look up. 

Doesn’t really know how to respond so he’ll just go. “Uh…Thanks?” 

Carla: 

She is very ticklish so her first instinct will be to laugh and lightly push you away. 

Carla is fine with physical touch and doesn’t really mind it. She might even start biting back to just surprise you. 

Doesn’t really care if you bite her in an obvious place or if it leaves a mark, she has no shame. It leads to some pretty funny conversations when people notice the bites. 

“So things are getting pretty heated in your relationship?” 

“No, I think Y/n was just bored or hungry. Maybe both.”

Carla is a little quirky herself so she definitely doesn’t judge you for it. 

Reggie: 

He thinks it’s funny and will joke about it a lot. 

“Irving if you don’t leave I’m going to send Y/n after you.” 

Jeremiah:

The first time you do it he just goes: 😐

He doesn’t understand your thought process behind it and he might ask you about it because he wants to learn about you and your behaviors. 

Chef Bryce: 

It might be less fun but if you’re going to bite him you should probably give him a heads up. 

If you bite him unexpectedly the fighter’s instinct will kick in and he almost punches you. He’s able to stop himself last minute but just be cautious. 

After he’s used to them he’ll laugh about it and will tease you about it a lot. 

He loves all your quirks even if he doesn’t understand why you do it. 

Lazarus: 

Depending on how tired he is he may not even notice. 

When he does notice though he gets very flustered, like his whole face turns red and he can’t form a coherent sentence.

Around other people he’s nonchalant but with you he actually lets his emotions. When other people tease him there isn’t a reaction but when you tease him there’s a big one. 

Chandrelle: 

You are the only person she would let lay a hand on her let alone bite her. 

It makes her smile, especially if you do it randomly. She just finds it endearing. 

Will randomly flick your forehead and call you a dork. 

Sado: 

She will bite back without hesitation or some say some super weird shit like: “I hope I taste good.” 

No matter what you do she’ll always be the weirder one in the relationship. 

Irving: 

The first time you do it he might scream like a little girl from being startled. 

Irving being the blunt person that he is might be a little rude about it at first. 

“Are you fucking rabid?” 

I can assure you that he’s not actually mad at you, just very confused. 

First Person Perspective: 

“…”

Rust McClain: 

“I’ve been bitten by Radrats before. Your bite isn’t poisonous, right?” 

[aesterblaster]

Blue lock hottakes: I think igaguri is so unbelievably overhated for 0 reason, he’s actually super interesting. Anri is Not written well. The blue lock soundtrack needs significantly more jazz and a pitbull song bcs it would be funny. I think ego should lie more. The team Z arc is my personal favorite, and maybe I need to reread it but I also don’t rly care abt Karasu lol

i feel like i know who this is from the use of the word overhated and the lack of space between hot and takes but i cant remember the url which is funny. it's like seeing a stranger buying bread and then them coming to your house later to sell you that bread.

but anyway

I feel like he is interesting in his own right but he's also EXTREMELY easy to project onto. Every person who likes him seems to try to justify it through claiming that he is just a failcringe babygirl who is secretly just like the rest of us!!!!!.... And he is i guess? But he also is hated for very valid reasons, number 1 probably being that he turned on his own ideologies so quickly and hasn't made any effort to meaningfully advance or improve. It's possible for a character to be both complex and annoying as fuck. I want him to die and I'm 90% sure he exists to just show that no system is failproof but he does have some cool lore lmao

agreed about anri 100%. i kind of want to look at the author's other works to see if they have any more diverse female characters...but looking at like bachira's mom we know he isn't allergic to women just being weird and doin their own thing so it sucks that anri gets no fun quirks . like instead of the protagonist being the "how does the world work" character she is. but she doesnt even get any clout for it it just comes off as shoehorned

i havent listened to the soundtrack or watched the anime yet LMAO IUYTVCRYFGUHIJO

Ego does lie. he lies all the time. i don't know if it's physically possible to lie any more than he has he is the shadiest fucker to ever exist. "they had different philosophies pushed on them" no you just made him depressed. Like rereading the manga it's kinda insane how much he keeps in the dark or lies. Can't imagine how much he isn't telling corporate about LMAO.

Abt the team z thing . interesting.

I was abt to be mad but then i remembered i feel the same way abt aoshi and otoya. like the author could kill off those two in a horrible equipment accident and i'd be like 'skill issue' I do care abt karasu though because I like how his character has evolved/shown more sides of itself from just an asshole who points out "weaklings" to someone who cares about his friends and is actually responsible and has a sense of humor. I also like how his backstory is connected to Hiori's it evolves the worldbuilding/sense that these characters have a life outside the facility

[quickspinner]

LBSC Lukanette Week Day 3 - Pick / Cool Down

I really only used pick for this one. Again, no real planning, just let the words spill on the page.

Luka turned the familiar shape in his fingers as Marinette, practically vibrating from excitement, watched from her desk chair with her hands squeezed between her knees and her mouth shut tight. 

It felt right in his hands, and he ran a finger around the edge. It seemed smooth. It didn’t weigh more than usual. He took it between thumb and forefinger, hand curling in a motion that was second nature to him by now, and swept the pick down the strings, listening carefully to the reverberation of the strings.

“Yeah, I think it’s good,” he said, smiling at Marinette, and she bounced out of her chair with a squeal. “The tone’s a little different, but it actually sounds really cool, I like it. Unique.” He played another chord, just for fun, because he actually did really like the tone.  

Marinette let out a breath she’d clearly been holding in a breath. “Oh, I’m so glad! I only just started working with resin but the idea came to me and I found the mold and I HAD to try it, but I was afraid it wouldn’t actually work—” She whirled her chair to face the desk. “I have so many ideas! These things take such a small amount of resin, too, I can really experiment and if something goes badly, who cares? I’m gonna have so much fun with this!” 

Luka laughed at her enthusiasm. “Well, when you start taking orders, let me know.” 

Marinette turned to look at him, eyes rolling. “Don’t be ridiculous, Luka, before long you’ll be begging me to stop giving you the stupid things.”

“Hardly,” Luka grinned. “Do you know how hard it is to keep track of picks on the Liberty?” 

“You wouldn’t lose them so often if you and Juleka would quit throwing them at each other.” 

“Well, I definitely won’t be throwing this.” Luka held the pick up, watching the play of light across the electric blue swirled with sparking black. “I might wear it out though.” 

Marinette made a dismissive noise that wasn’t quite a snort and waved her hand. “That one was super easy, I can churn those out by the dozen. I’m thinking about maybe embedding a rose petal in one for—well, Rose. Ooh, maybe I can get a lavender petal and a pink petal and put them in one together…would that be too big? I could cut them up into pieces I suppose, and then she and Juleka can have matching ones—” 

“Rose doesn’t even play guitar,” Luka protested. 

“But she would wear one as a necklace I bet! I’m already thinking about linking some together to make a bracelet. I could really get creative with what I put in the resin too since I wouldn’t have to worry about it being too thick to play with or how it sounded.” 

“I want a bracelet if you’re handing them out,” Luka told her, taking off his guitar and coming to lean over her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he looked at the scattering of supplies on her desk. There was a pad of paper off to one side with several sketches and a long scribbled list of ideas. 

“A lock of hair?” he asked, and Marinette whisked the list out of sight. 

“It was just a thought. I don’t know if it would be too weird. I’m not always super clear on what’s weird and what’s ‘metal,’” she said, fingers quirking into air quotes. “Lots of people had a loved one’s hair set in jewelry in old times. Rings and lockets and stuff like that. I saw someone online selling custom resin jewelry with a lock of hair from baby’s first haircut in it, so I made a note.” 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be peeking if you weren’t ready to show.” Luka kissed her cheek. “I never get tired of seeing you inspired. Personally I would absolutely wear a pick necklace with your hair in it, but Jules would tell you I’m weird anyway, so my opinion might not be worthwhile.” 

Marinette blushed, and fidgeted around with the things on her desk, but Luka’s mind had already moved on. “If I buy you a spray of plum blossoms can you make one with the petals?”

Marinette’s mouth dropped open slightly, and she sputtered for a minute before she said weakly. “Sure, um, I can try that. If you can even find plum blossoms—” 

Luka grinned. “Couffaines have connections. I want a whole stack of plum blossom picks. I want enough that Juleka throws a fit over finding them everywhere.”

“Luka!” Marinette covered her face with her hands. Luka just leaned around her and kissed her fingertips. 

“And at least one ladybug pick,” he teased, and laughed again at the look she gave him.

I have decided that Marinette’s signature flowers are plum blossoms and you will pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands. I had vague thoughts of Marinette making him sentimental picks over the years with a piece of something meaningful to the moment embedded in them, that end up on display at their home someday, but I didn’t really get there with this one. I’m filing that thought for the future though so don’t be surprised if you see it pop up again someday!

[talenlee]

Story Pile: Appare-Ranman!

When you’re an anime fan you have the beautiful luxury of being able to talk about ridiculous ideas that most people in your normal media sphere turned into something pretty pedestrian or never really expanded on, given a level of seriousness and gravitas that allows for a truly adult-level presentation that then usually also has some banging music and maybe a great combat scene or two. Such is the case of Appare-Ranman, which is an anime that can best be summarised as ‘Wacky Racers if it was a serious crime action drama,’ and you may think they did that, it was called The Great Race and it came out in 1965, to you I must say, why are you killing my buzz here. There’s only so much room to get excited about this speedrun of an anime and by providing that example of how my opening joke isn’t actually that good you’re forcing me to present a blunt metaphor for the way that Appare-Ranman! is an anime that’s about exactly as good as this opening paragraph.

Like it starts fun. There’s definitely something fun happening here.

But wew.

Okay, let’s just not get bogged down to start with. Appare-Ranman! is a story about the most neurodivergent inventor boy in all of Japan, sometime around the start of the Meiji era (so like, the 1870s), who kidnaps a samurai to go to America to participate in an Amazing Car Race with his Amazing Car that he has invented and made to work based entirely on his amazing scientific principle of what if cars were steamboats. This idea that had never occurred to anyone involved in the already-present discipline, apparently, of luxury sports cars, seemingly passed them by because if you know your history this was when they were trying to make steam powered planes.

They go to America! They enter the race! Something goes wrong! The racers have to team up against a new problem, because maybe the real checkered flag was the friends we made along the way. The finale of the series shows us a new race, starting again as our hero prepares to once more commit to the very stupid idea of piloting a car twice as large and heavy as everything, because that’s how physics work! Freeze frame, laugh, theme.

Appare-Ranman! is an anime that promises a lot and delivers some. The idea of it is sound: You have a whacky inventor type making steampunk machinery, and a variety of weirdoes working together to do a long-distance overland race in the grand tradition of real world races that are just happening all the time, don’t you know. The period of time means there’s trains and samurai and cowboys all happening at once but then also the anime layers atop it a thick layer of multicoloured swank, and then gives our weirdo cast of racers quirks like ‘secretly unvoiced giant man-child’ or ‘cowboy’ or ‘rich’ or ‘black’ or ‘woman’ and

And

Yeah phew that’s not comfortable.

Yeah the black character in this story is wearing a noose around his neck. Yeah, in 1868. Like, just as a point of fashion.

Phew.

Anyway, setting aside the ways that Appare-Ranman! gets  uncomfortable about race and also gender and also a lot of its history and now that I mention it it’s pretty weird about just the laws of physics but those aren’t so important because people aren’t affected but it is still weird to tell a car-racing story that doesn’t seem to care about cars at all, but anyway the thing is, this is an anime that promises you a ride. It’s framed as an explosive race, machinery endurance meeting with inventive genius and clashes of the new and the old, and part of what it’s trying to derive from is Jules Verne’s work.

It could be so good, because Appare himself, the main character is both a very good looking boy and a completely uncommunicative weirdo interested in solving problems in weird ways, which is a great representation for, statistically, about half of you, and the other half are just good looking and not boys. There’s a treatment of how his offhander, Kosame, has PTSD, and it renders him unable to fight (until he can), and a story about how Jing, the A Girl, refuses to be defined by being a woman and will show she can be a racer too, even if she, uh, is still Very Much A Girl and defined by doing all the nurturing stuff for

For

Hototo the Native American Boy.

Oooo boy.

It isn’t like ‘oh this is an anime that’s kinda cringe about race and gender and history, therefore it is bad, get a load of this wokelord,’ I am well aware that anime is a place full of these landmines and there’s nothing wrong with going into the media completely aware of these things and making your own choices. I love Summer Time Render, an anime that opens with the protagonist faceplanting into some boobs and then fast forwards to show you his little sister’s underwear multiple times. I am in a glass house here as far as liking anime that has Anime Bullshit in it.

The thing with Appare-Ranman! is that it’s the thing that it’s offering to talk about, the thing it promises, it just doesn’t deliver, so when you’re not getting a cool race to watch and a badass heist or fight or something to follow it up with you’re instead kind of just puttering around wondering what this show is doing or why. And that means you spend a lot of time watching the stuff on the side of the road as it whizzes past.  This is one of those anime where the last three episodes suddenly introduce a meaningful antagonist and threat and timeframe and now it all needs to get resolved real quick, and the worst part of it is if they introduced it and did it earlier, there’d be less of a race, which would be pretty good, because the race part of the story is boring.

I want to like this anime more than I do. I want to be able to show off how cool TJ is and see the way this character swaggers fit to justify the wearing a noose. But… like, you can’t.

There’s not that much here.

The game they’re playing doesn’t matter, who’s going to win it doesn’t matter, and they don’t do a good job showing it.

So of course this anime fails on race issues.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[dean-bean01]

So… Akuma-kun 2023

I watched it, with no idea about the original series. Honestly wasn’t that bad, although the whole thing about making friends just makes me cringe. Just that “friendship is magic” stuff ig? Honestly though, love the tidbit about how people theorize that Christmas was just assimilated into Christianity: As an atheist, I love to see it.

Gonna go into spoiler territory-

So, the fact that the woman in the beginning says that “After I met Akuma-kun, I kept having nightmares” annoys me so much after the reveal. Like, you had one nightmare! Also still so weird that they go off about Akuma-kun being raised by demons when he was raised by that weird Angel guy. Like, what’s up with him? Dude just gives a kid a knife and says to let the light out or something… Also so happy to see that that guy points out that OG Akuma-kun literally just kidnaps Akuma-kun II. My family and I, when the scene came up, all just came to the realization that “he wasn’t abandoned, dude was kidnapped- wtf?!” And then Angel Man said it. Just validating…

Also so weird seeing the deal with half-demons being discriminated against. Like, in this world, I get it, but in my oc world, half-demons are actually stronger in a way. Although this comes with the fact that demons are also just normal people, but with quirks from MHA. Came up with that idea before I watched it, but best way to explain it-

Also the fact that in one episode we and hear (I watched dubbed) Akuma-kun II’s voice wavering/cracking when he tells his dad that his hotcakes are his favorite and the next dude shoots a copy of him with a gun no problem. Just, shit man. Honestly so weird.

Also crossing my fingers for a second season: I gotta know if the demon lady eating Akuma-kun’s heart had anything to do with that talk about becoming a demon. Also would be kinda funny if he did become one, cause then that little girl would be right! Dude would totally know a thing or two about becoming a demon if he became one… you get the gist.

Also so grateful that the only real pervy stuff is just the demon lady / Mummy Chick being naked and that we just move on from it, although it takes a bit to realize that her being not properly dressed is just her norm, but that’s a me thing?

Also the fact that for a good two seconds I thought Satan basically said, “Okay, this kid tried, fucked up BAD, but you know what? Fine, I’ll go possess the maid and tell him what an awful job he did.” Like, good two seconds thought it was Satan in a maid outfit and was laughing my internal head off. I only giggled out loud. Speaking of the actual demon who possessed her, the maid- is it possession if the person or whatever is dead?- did anything they say actually become plot relevant? Because nothing I can remember them saying is… yet! Again, crossing my fingers for season two.

Only after watching it all did I learn there was the first one and the 2023 one was set 30 years after the OG. So that was fun.

Also, real quick, yes, I did only watch one of the outro things all the way through. It was the one where OG Akuma-kun drops that he ages differently in the demon realms or whatever they called them. And no, I did not watch another one through all the way because A) I didn’t watch the OG show and don’t care for weird bat thing and green eyeball guy B) Their voices were so high pitched it hurt me C) Their voices were also overpowered by the music, or at the same general volume, making it a pain to listen to, and I didn’t even want to read the subtitles for them. Only good it did was save me from having to listen to any of them sing. They can sing during the show, not after.

Having fun knowing that the only things I’ve posted are flowers and now I’m just dropping this in there with it because… why not? I want to know what other people who watched it think.

[sunbleachedflyy]

june 28 - bunny

rules for horror movies:

must be 1hr and a half

if they’re british, prepare to watch the movie twice because you fell asleep the first time (not boring, just calming…)

don’t watch the trailers, they spoil everything

June 29 - 4 years with, 6 without

last night, i dreamt about highschool. i was with all my past friends and teachers. it’s weird how we’ve been away from each other longer than we knew one another. the same amount of time it took to recognize their laughs and quirks, their troubles and hopes, has passed with each new friend and firsts. but in my dream, all the sleepovers and practices, all the fights and reconciliations, wrapped around me like a childhood blanket - familiar and warm. in my sleep, i was back there. i felt the fog, heavy and starless, in those early mornings of december, running late for tutoring sessions; he’d greet me at the door. i heard the crickets’ song as we finished up late night drills, cheering us on. i witnessed the look of a teacher who genuinely cared and relished the feeling of walking to class with my best friend, giggling, heads huddled. and, in my dream, when she asked if i missed her, i laughed. what a silly question. i was there with her, after all.

then, i woke up and i wasn’t.

july 1 - an inquiry

a new month - what will that mean for me?

do i mean it now? i think so.

european summer - one aperol spritz, please

firstly, i can’t believe it’s actually happening. this trip has been months in the making and now it’s right around the corner. it probably won't feel real until i’m on the plane honestly, but i’m just so happy for this opportunity to explore another country.

that being said, i’ve never felt so completely overwhelmed…

i do cherish the lessons i’ve learned while planning for europe. i’ve had to make these big, scary decisions which isn’t something i’m used to. it’s taken some real research to figure out trains and flights, housing and budgeting. i’ve had to decide on the places i felt were worth exploring and how to make it happen. i’ve never had that kind of freedom when traveling.

it’s kind of funny. in the depths of my stress, somewhere between aggressively comparing traveling cards and wanting to cancel the whole thing, i remembered how not too long ago, this situation is what i asked for. i wanted a trip that felt like mine. i felt like the only reason i did any traveling was for others.

weddings, family vacations, concerts, bachelorette parties.

don’t get me wrong, i absolutely love it and have had so much fun celebrating with my loved ones. i just felt like what i needed now was the chance to do my own exploring.

this trip has been so much work but it’s mine.

july 2 - we are just teenage girls

my mother is human too

she wants to yell and be heard

sometimes throw blame and careless words

she is learning the ropes

when it comes to rage

i see myself there

i see all of us there