#also started using only they/them pronouns

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Your Idol

→ daniela avanzini x fem!idol!masc!reader

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summary: in which a struggling girl group was suddenly brought into light when their debut came out of nowhere. everyone thought SIREN5 was just hype; a chaotic rookie group with a pretty concept and no substance. even KATSEYE wasn’t expecting much when they were assigned to mentor them before debut. but the moment the music hit, everything changed.

authors note: PART 3 PART 3 PART 3!!! I sincerely apologize for the delay, I'm actually still fighting my internet as of this moment so- EURGHFICJDJCND. AND ALSO I sincerely apologize if how Daniela acts in this fic isn't up to standards hshshshhs I tried my best okay

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The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

tag(s): fluff, suggestive content, nsfw, mdni (pls i beg), idol!reader being a loser trapped in a hot body, masc reader, reader having she/her pronouns, rough transitions, shitty characterization, messy, sex jokes, the author doesn't know how the music industry works

It was barely nine in the morning but the building already buzzed. KATSEYE had been called in for a “sister-group meet.” No cameras, no line-up, just a briefing that was low-key, open-ended, confidential.

They had heard of SIREN5 from both the internet, and their management who asked them to be here in the first place. They saw the teasers, the member introductions, the chaos that the group was starting to stir within people. In just a matter of 2 weeks, #SIREN5 trended in 6 countries and the amount of people curious about their music grew day by day.

Sophia led the pack, glancing down at her phone. “They rerouted us past Studio 7?” she wondered silently, never been to this side of the building before since their lounge was on the other side of the building.

The hallway outside felt too... ordinary for this building, where big things were always happening behind heavy doors.

But then the beat dropped.

A familiar drumline: KATSEYE’s own “Gnarly” started playing, from down the hall. The song started from the ending chorus, as if someone was rehearsing it. The echo sounded like someone else’s heartbeat. They paused, mouths open.

Lara blinked. “Is that us?”

The track shifted without warning, seamlessly into another beat, same rhythm, new vibe. The heavy chords of “Debut” cascaded in. The beat was the same, it was their voice they heard blasting through the speakers. The familiarity was coursing through them as they almost instinctively move to the beat, their choreography embedded so deep in them that they started moving as soon as they heard “la la la la la la la la” before they realized that it wasn't them that was supposed to be dancing.

That’s when they saw them.

Through the wide-pane glass of Studio 7, the silhouettes moved.

There were five. No, six? No, five, as expected. But they danced like the world floated around them. SYRE at the center, arms loose at her sides, eyes on something only she could see. Cami’s limbs wove around her. Hana stood as if planting the axis. Rina and Amara moved like light and flame, but it was SYRE who held them together. Silent but impossible to ignore.

The choreography matched KATSEYE’s song, but it surpassed it. It transformed it. The measures felt richer, deeper, more urgent. Seeing SIREN5 move to their music felt like watching an out of body experience, or maybe a body-swapped experience, it felt like they stepped into another universe.

Daniela realized she was tearing up, quiet tears, glistening at the corners of her eyes yet never falling. Not jealousy. Frustration maybe, but there was awe in her eyes. And a little competitive spirit started rising from the depths of her soul.

A young assistant halted in the doorway behind them, her expression a mix of apology and excitement.

"Sorry," she whispered, but didn't ask them to leave. "They... they've been using your tracks as warm-up music. 'Gnarly' and 'Debut' are like sacred practice rituals for them. They've been doing this since they got signed. They said they've been doing it for months."

"Months?" Sophia said under her breath, voice hushed. “That’s…”

"They come in earlier than everyone,” the assistant continued. “Leaves after lights-out. They're insane. But... so damn compelling."

They stood still. KATSEYE, icons in their own right, watching another group treat their music with devotion and mastery. It felt like respect. Challenge. Recognition. It was different compared to the dance covers they usually see on TikTok.

Lara huffed a disbelieving laugh. “Are we sure they’re rookies?”

That was when the atmosphere was broken by Cami's shrill scream.

“OH MY GOD! PLEASE I MESSED THAT UP! I'M SO SORRY MY LOVE, MY DARLING, MY GODDESS MEGAN” She damn near screeched, making Yoonchae flinch slightly

Lara blinked. “Wait… did she just say Megan?”

All five turned, slowly, toward Megan, who was standing stiffly by the door, wide-eyed.

“She - uh - she probably meant a different Megan,” Megan offered weakly.

“Nope,” Sophia deadpanned. “I think she meant our Megan.”

Daniela tilted her head, amused. “The goddess herself.”

Yoonchae nudged Megan’s arm. “You’ve got a fan.”

“A loud one,” Lara added.

“Pipe down, you overgrown bird.” Amara groans, sweat beading down her body.

“We need to wrap this up, meeting with KATSEYE is scheduled in 45 minutes” Hana remarked, passing each member their respective towels.

“I feel like I'm gonna have a nosebleed” You exclaimed, wiping your face gently

“Don't worry, I'll ask Daniela if she can sign your boobs.” Cami drapes her arm around you as you break out in an aggressive blush at the mere mention of the curly-haired idol.

Daniela froze.

Manon covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Oh.”

Yoonchae turned slowly. “Daniela.”

“I—” Daniela’s voice caught in her throat. “I… I am not signing anyone’s boobs.”

“Even when she’d let you?” Sophia teased.

“Don't do that Cami-” They hear Hana begin to warn before Rina cuts her off

“Yeah don't, she might spontaneously combust and then tattoo Daniela's signature on her boobs.” Rina pokes your cheek as you jab your finger into Cami's side which made her release you.

“I hate you both.”

Before the bickering finished, they walked away with the assistant with a chilling realization dawning on them

You were artists. Your group is thunder in human form. You were studying KATSEYE not to follow, but to leap from where they left off. Or maybe you guys are just a fan, they honestly don't know which is which.

Sophia glanced back at the window one last time. Her voice dropped into something like awe. “They’re not trying to be us.”

“No,” Daniela said finally. “They’re trying to be better.”

And the group fell silent.

Because in that moment, they all understood.

That meant they had to be better too.

It was barely nine, but the SIREN5 girls were already jittery like they drank six cups of coffee and trauma bonded over choreography. Which they did, to be honest.

You felt yourself standing oddly stiff, like you didn’t know what to do with her limbs. Cami looked five seconds away from climbing a wall. Hana was rechecking notes no one asked for, while Rina hovered behind her, whispering that her lip balm was uneven. Amara was just... pacing. Back and forth. Like a shark in sweatpants.

You’d cleaned up post-practice, sure, but the chaos still clung to you; a soft sort of adrenaline buzz that refused to wear off. Your group dynamic wasn’t rehearsed. It was lived in, granted that they've been training together for 4 years.

Then the door opened, and the air did this thing. Like it knew. It made your breath hitch, as if oxygen was suddenly gone.

KATSEYE stepped in, not loud, just there. They walked in like they owned the space. Sophia first, effortlessly beautiful and bright. Lara, sunglasses inside and her bindi shined as it caught the light, like a final boss. Megan gave a bright smile, her pink bangs bouncing slightly. Daniela had this quiet intensity, eyes sharp and unreadable. Yoonchae and Manon followed like rhythm and shadow.

There was a split second where SIREN5 forgot how to function.

“Oh my God, it’s them,” Rina whispered, visibly glitching.

Cami didn’t whisper. “Hi. Hello. I love you. Sorry.”

Daniela raised a brow. “Sorry for...?” Manon fought off a laugh as Dani replied

“Existing. Breathing near you. Being weird. Being in your space.”

You were simply frozen. Not nervous, exactly, just painfully aware of the fact that she was standing in front of the gorgeous women whose choreo you low-key cried over in your apartment at 3 a.m.

“Hi,” she said finally, and it came out soft. Small.

The KATSEYE girls could practically see phantom ears drooping down.

“SYRE, right?” Daniela asked, and somehow made eye contact feel like a dare.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“You’re the one with the husky vocals?”

More nodding. Possibly excessive nodding.

“She sounds better live, you should listen sometime.” Amara threw in. “It’s unfair.”

Sophia folded her arms, giving SIREN5 a once-over that wasn’t judgmental, just sizing them up like a professional might do to a team of wild horses. She very much looked like their mentors when they were in Dream Academy, just a lot more…soft. “You’re... very high energy.”

“We’re nervous,” Hana admitted. “We’ve been fans for years.”

Megan grinned. “Years?”

“We trained for four” You said. “You were the standard. Been fans since Dream Academy.”

There was a pause. Not awkward, just surprised.

“Thanks guys” Lara said, in a weird tone that made Manon try her absolute hardest not to laugh.

Director Kim finally walked in, notebook under her arm. “Right. This is less of a ‘debut media thing’ and more of an informal welcome. SIREN5, meet your label sisters. KATSEYE, these are the rookies who’ve been trending for breathing.”

Cami muttered, “We trended because I tripped in practice and called SYRE mommy.”

Director Kim ignored her. “Over the next three months, you’ll be filming mentorship content. The show launches after SIREN5’s debut — training sessions, games, one-on-ones, maybe a performance collab if it flows naturally.”

“So we’re not roommates?” Sophia asked

“No. You’ll visit each other’s houses, drop in on practices. Light stuff. But make it honest.”

“Can I please touch your closet?” Cami asked Megan, with zero shame.

“You can borrow an outfit if you survive one day of my training,” Megan shot back.

“Hah! I dare you all to survive ours” Rina beamed proudly.

“I don't think you should be proud of our training Rina, it was quite literally abusive.” You mumbled, playing with the hem of your minecraft hoodie.

Amara leaned toward Yoonchae. “You guys are, like... scary pretty.”

“You guys are like five puppies on espresso. In, like, the best way.” Yoonchae replied, her korean accent coating her words which made Rina feral in awe.

Daniela’s eyes flicked back to you, who is now sipping water to avoid dying on the spot.

“You write music too, right?” Daniela asked.

“Y-yeah. I write for us,” You nodded. “Me and Hana built most of the coming EP tracks.”

“That’s cool.” A pause. “Looking forward to hearing from you.”

And that? That was the moment. Because you stopped breathing for half a beat, then smiled. Small, but real.

The room exhaled together, and then the chatter started again as the two groups slowly acclimated to each other. It was like the stars pulling the ocean back and forth.

Two groups. Not the same. Not meant to be.

But maybe, just maybe, something was going to grow here.

Something chaotic, maybe sisterly, maybe more.

Because your group isn't something that KATSEYE expected. They really thought you were all talk, and that their management overhyped the group too much. It was supposed to be just a small drop-in. A little sister-group visit before filming began. Shake some hands, give polite encouragement, maybe cringe through a clumsy run of half-memorized choreo.

No pressure. Just a sister group check-in.

But they hadn’t made it ten steps into the studio before the music hit and something shifted.

The bass rolled like distant thunder.

Inside the studio, the lights were low, moody blues and greens washing across mirrored walls, mimicking seafoam. The music had already started, a heavy pulse that throbbed in the concrete. “Your Idol” was halfway through its prelude when Sophia opened the door, quiet and slow.

They slipped in.

And paused.

On the floor, SIREN5 was already in formation, breath synced, backs glistening with sweat, eyes locked in some collective, predatory focus, it was like they manipulated light and air around them.

You stood dead center; shoulders loose, head low, already exuding that eerie calm that came just before a performance.

And then you moved.

Not rushed. Not theatrical.

But deliberate. Controlled. Every step like you meant it.

Daniela felt her jaw drop as she and Lara lock eyes, their eyes blown out wide.

This felt different for the 6 girls. It wasn't their tune your group was dancing to. There wasn't any familiarity, no similarities. The vibe felt different, dangerously different. They didn't know what to expect, yet their eyes widened with each step, with each beat their hearts pumped out more blood, with each echoing footsteps your group did they swear they could feel it thundering in their soul.

You weren't copying their legacy anymore, you were writing your own.

Behind you, Cami twisted like smoke in a nightclub. Amara's lines were fluid and slow, all restrained elegance. Rina burned in contrast; sharp, impulsive, fire barely held together. Hana, on the other hand, moved like a conductor, steady and precise, it's like she holds the invisible threads pulling the group all together.

You moved like five instincts wired to a single nervous system.

There was a split-second error near the second verse, a step early, a hand out of place.

KATSEYE saw it.

And then watched it vanish, they watched it get swallowed, devoured by sheer instinct.

Without missing a beat, Hana adjusted her position. Rina bent her timing. Cami’s hair flip distracted perfectly, and your gaze locked forward like you’d planned it all along.

It wasn’t perfect. There were some improvements here and there, but the fluidity and instinct you've built left your seniors gasping for air.

Daniela didn’t speak. She couldn’t take her eyes off you, or rather SYRE, especially now that you had taken the mic stand and leaned into it like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to earth.

“You're down on your knees, I'mma be your idol…”

Your voice was husky, low, like velvet burned around the edges.

It settled deep in the chest and it stayed there.

“Is that-” Megan started, then stopped herself. “That’s her real voice?”

“Why do they all sound like they ate sex appeal for breakfast?” Manon snorts at Lara's remark

Your final formation collapsed into a synchronized drop, on your knees, five bodies hitting the floor like thunder rolled in five parts.

Silence.

And then Cami wheezed like she’d just crawled out of war. “Tell my family I love them. Also I think my ass fell off.”

“You have an ass? Where is it?” Amara shot back, reaching for her water.

“Oh my god,” Rina whined. “I missed my cue again!”

“You did amazing,” Hana said gently, passing her a towel.

“Well…we all did something wrong,” Hana confirmed, still calm. “Cami stepped too far left during the first chorus. Rina’s breathing was inconsistent. Amara missed eye contact. I skipped a half count before the bridge.”

KATSEYE was in absolute awe as you all nodded, agreeing with Hana. It was rare to see a group who's actually self aware of their mistakes.

Dani's eyes flitted to you, like a moth to the flame.

You were still catching your breath, you tugged your shirt slightly down to fan your flushed skin, then pulled it up briefly, using the hem of your shirt to wipe the sweat that's gathering on your forehead. Your shoulders rose and fell, calm. Regal. Not a single drop of nervous energy in sight.

Daniela swore that she could hear bells ringing in her ears at the sight.

And then you turned around and saw KATSEYE in the doorway.

And just like that, SYRE was gone.

It was you again.

You blinked. Frozen in place for a split second.

Then you muttered rapidly as if you're not the lead vocal but the rapper.

“Oh my god I didn’t know you guys were watching. Please pretend I didn’t say that line about owning your soul. Or uh… breathe into your neck. I was possessed. That wasn’t me. That was a demon. A hot one. Who probably doesn't like bread. Which couldn't be me because I love bread.”

Daniela just stared.

And then burst out laughing along with the other girls.

“Holy shit,” Megan wheezed out. “She really is a loser trapped in a hot body.”

You willed the floor to swallow you whole, yet the floor remained unshaken.

The very next morning, the house lights flickered on one by one.

It was barely 5:50 AM, the skyline outside still dipped in gray-blue. A camera beeped softly as it flicked to life, the official start of SIREN5’s debut vlog series.

The footage opened on Hana.

No makeup, hair in a claw clip, tracksuit zipped up to her neck. Mug of black coffee in hand. She glanced sideways at the camera with the dry exhaustion of someone who’d been far too awake for far too long.

She didn’t say anything at first.

Instead, she motioned with her mug toward the hallway.

The camera panned.

Rina was already doing jumping jacks in the living room, still in pajama shorts, hair in a pineapple bun, singing some indie fairy rock song, whatever that means, at the top of her lungs.

Cami was half-dancing, half-fighting the kitchen rice cooker for her breakfast.

Amara was calmly putting on lip balm while scrolling through a digital planner.

All of them were awake, alive, running like well-oiled chaos.

Except you.

You were nowhere in sight.

At exactly 6:00 AM sharp, Hana finally sighed and addressed the camera.

“We’ve been training at 6 AM every single day for four years,” she began, eyes heavy-lidded but amused. “And Syre’s body still isn’t used to it.”

There was a loud thump offscreen.

Followed by a muffled groan and a barely coherent: “Why is the air so bright?”

Hana didn’t even look up.

“She’s the heaviest sleeper in the group. Yeah. She can’t hear her own alarm clock.”

The camera then flicks to Amara walking past the hallway with a toothbrush in her mouth and casually tossing a slipper at your closed door.

Another thump.

“SYRE, THIS IS YOUR FIVE MINUTE CALL,” Rina hollered.

“It’s 6:01!” Cami added, banging a spoon on a mug. “You’re late to being early!”

From inside the room came another groggy protest.

“Tell Geffen I’m dead. They’ll have to debut with four.”

“Girl, you wrote the debut song. What are you talking about?” Cami laughed, knocking on the locked door

“It’s what I would’ve wanted. Play my demos at the funeral.”

The camera crew was stifling laughter. Hana, as ever, remained composed.

“We’ll get her up eventually,” she said, sipping her coffee. “Just... not gracefully. Hopefully before KATSEYE gets here.”

Meanwhile, KATSEYE had been told to show up casual, no glam, no cameras, just a pre-filming house visit to SIREN5’s dorm. A bonding day. Team-building.

“Help them get comfortable,” their manager had said, sipping coffee like it was their own fuel.

So they showed up at 7:15 a.m. on a Friday. Thinking, they’ll probably still be asleep. We’ll be the early birds. Let’s bring iced americanos and look charmingly cool.

The sun was barely over the skyline, and they expected maybe, at most, a living room with throw blankets, quiet giggles, and sleepy-eyed hellos.

Instead, the moment the door opened, they were met with screaming.

“RINA I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU PUT THE COLD JADE ROLLER ON MY BACK ONE MORE TIME—”

Hana slammed the front door shut behind them and planted herself like a bodyguard in front of the girls. She was already in full leggings, hoodie zipped to her collarbones, hair in a military bun. Her smile was polite, her voice professional, and her eye twitch was barely visible. Barely.

“Good morning,” she said, bowing slightly. “Sorry for the mess. We usually train early, today was a late start.”

In the background, a pan clanged. Then Cami yelled something about hot oil and nipples. Which was followed by warnings from multiple publicists.

Megan blinked. “Did someone just— on camera?”

“Ignore it,” Hana said briskly. “You didn’t hear that.”

From the hallway, Amara appeared, brushing her teeth with one hand, holding a protein shake in the other. She looked KATSEYE up and down with her toothbrush still in her mouth and said, “Oh hey, the cool kids are here,” before disappearing into the bathroom like a cryptid.

Staff members were skillfully avoiding the groups mess as they prepare the house for filming.

Sophia tried to offer her americano to Hana. “Peace offering?”

“I appreciate it,” Hana said, taking a sip like it was morphine. “They’ve all been up for an hour, maybe two. Except Syre. She’s…” A pause. Her eyes flicked to the hallway. “…still powering on.”

“Still?” Lara echoed. “Isn’t it already-”

“She’s the heaviest sleeper among us,” Hana said, voice tight. “We’ve been training at 6 a.m. every day for four years. Doesn’t matter. Syre would sleep through the apocalypse if we let her.”

Just then, a loud THUD echoed from the back room.

“SYRE!” Hana bellowed, finally losing her cool. “GET UP. WE HAVE GUESTS.”

A muffled “FUCK YOU” came back.

“I said what I said,” Hana muttered, sighing deeply as if in pain. “Pretend you didn’t hear that.”

KATSEYE tried not to laugh. They failed.

Manon leaned closer to Sophia and whispered, “We’re chaotic, but this is... spiritual. Borderline insanity”

“It’s like four feral cats in a trench coat,” Sophia agreed. “And Hana is the trench coat.”

Daniela had barely stepped through the living room archway before a feathered headband flew past her shoulder.

Manon ducked.

Lara blinked as a tank top flew past her face and landed on a houseplant.

Daniela said nothing. She was too busy watching, absorbing the chaos like it was performance art, with her eyebrow quirking up ever so slightly.

Sophia blinked. “Is it always like this?”

“Yes,” Hana answered dryly. “But today’s tame.”

“Tame?!” Lara whispered, clinging to Megan’s arm like they’d entered a mythical beast’s den. “I just side-stepped a flying bra.”

Cami emerges from the hallway with glitter under her eyes, paused mid-step.

“Oh my god. Are we filming? Are we hot? Is that Megan in my house? IS THAT RISING GLOBAL POP STAR SENSATION LARA RAJ?!?! Is this a lucid dream or should I remove the bra from the lamp?”

Then it happened.

You stumbled out of your room, clearly just rejoining the land of the living.

Bedhead? Terminal. Fizzed and defying gravity in directions that shouldn’t be possible unless struck by lightning.

Eyes? Barely open, half-lidded and teary.

Onesie? Full-body angry penguin, feet and all.

You looked like someone who had gone to war in a dream and barely made it out alive.

A single slipper flopped against the floor with each step. You squinted at the living room, yawned hard enough to trigger an earthquake and your hand gripped a half-finished lukewarm energy drink like your life depended on it.

You squinted at the light, cursing it for ever existing. You didn’t notice the guests. You didn't notice the lights. You didn't notice anything.

Not until you scratched your belly, which looked ridiculous in a onesie, turned the corner fully into view, and stopped dead in your tracks.

Your eyes widened almost comically. There. On your couch. In your safe zone. Sat Daniela Avanzini. Gorgeous. Glowing. Wearing a smug half-smile and a hoodie like she invented the concept of leisurewear. Elbows on knees. Eyes locked on you. She looks like a fever dream with clear skin and smoky eyes.

Your jaw dropped.

You blinked. Then blinked again.

You looked down at your cartoon onesie like it had betrayed you. You wiggled your fingers. Whispered to yourself, “One, two, three, four, five…”

Then, louder: “Nope. Not dreaming. No fucking way. F*ck me gently with a chainsaw. ”

Cami was delighted, soaking up your shame and embarrassment

“She’s real, babe,” she sing-songed. “Keep up.”

“No. Nope. I reject reality, No.” you said with full sincerity. “I’m dreaming. I’m hallucinating. I drank too much electrolyte water. I can’t be seeing Daniela Avanzini on my ugly couch, where we dropped ramen broth last week.” you declared, turning around to escape.

You hear Hana sigh audibly behind you. “Don’t say that out loud, please.”

But you must've done something incredibly cruel in your past life as karma would have it, your foot tripped over Rina's damn bra that she had yeeted earlier across the floor, and you went down.

With a dramatic thud, you faceplanted into a convenient throw pillow and let out a muffled, soul-broken, groan. “I hate this timeline. I’ll just die here, Please don’t perceive me, I'm in the process of decomposing.”

“Are you okay?” Daniela was standing now, genuinely concerned, one brow raised and the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at her mouth.

“No,” you groaned into the cushion. “But please pretend none of this happened. Especially not the scratching. Or the counting. Or the internal breakdown. I’d like to start this day over and this time not emotionally detonate in front of my crush, uh… I mean a colleague. Industry peer. Company sister. Fellow idol. Woman I respect very respectfully.”

Daniela blinked once.

Then she laughed.

Full-bodied. Warm. Colorful. Like sunlight through a stained-glass window.

“She’s been in love with you since your debut. It’s kind of her origin story.” Cami smiled sweetly

“Stop talking.” you groaned into the pillow.

“She’ll reboot in ten minutes,” Rina added. “Maybe twenty if you smile at her.”

Daniela was definitely amused, you were crumpled into the floor, folding in on yourself as if you're willing yourself to melt into the floor. She then saw your head move, a tiny movement but it was noticeable nonetheless. She flicked her gaze to your peeking eyes, and smiled.

You instantly hid like a frightened squirrel and she swears she saw steam coming out of your ears.

Hana stepped over you, coffee still in hand. “Welcome to our home,” she told KATSEYE, like this was all normal.

Sophia looked around, then back to her group. “Should we… help?”

“God, no,” Lara replied. “I want to see what happens next.”

Rina then walked to the camera, whispering to the vlog, “This is SYRE by the way. Idol by night. Gay gremlin by morning. This is the girl you're making thirst edits of.”

“Jesus Christ, okay.” Hana muttered. “Manon, Sophia, Lara, Yoonchae, please sit down. You can have the couch. Would any of you like something? I’m trying to preserve what’s left of our dignity.”

Yoonchae, meanwhile, stood completely still, eyes wide as a deer. “This is a sitcom. We’ve entered a sitcom.”

Lara, bless her, just sipped her drink. “You know, I thought we were the unpredictable ones.”

“We are" said Megan. “I think we’ve met our match.”

And on the floor, finally dragging yourself up to a seated position, you glanced sideways at Daniela, who looked back at you like she knew.

You fixed your penguin hood, hiding under it as if it can shield you from your shame.

“Good morning.” you mumbled.

She smiled. “Morning, SYRE.”

You died again, surely you're in heaven now. If heaven had terrified publicists and giggling staff.

[velvetvexations]

You know, I've been thinking about how trans men keep being accused of not having any culture and terminology and "stealing words" from trans women like "femboy" or "tranny". So I've been thinking about the transmale-specific terms I know from the 2000s and 2010s, and whether or not I think they should make a comeback. Here's some of them, since I think a lot of people don't even know they existed :

"Hefemale" : Starting strong with the worst one. Pretty rare, never seen that one be reclaimed or used by trans people themselves. I've only encountered the word when cis dudes were being obnoxious and doing that "would you rather fuck Bailey Jay or Buck Angel ?" thing (which apparently has now been remixed as "Megan Fox with a dick or Hulk Hogan with a pussy"... Cis people really keep cycling the same 3 trans "jokes" huh). Still, there's a Wikipedia page for the word in more languages that I would have expected (Czech, Swedish, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Egyptian Arabic and even Esperanto) so I guess there might be more occurrences of the word that I'm not aware of, or other countries using it differently...?

My thoughts : Not a fan at all, especially since I've only seen it used like the transfem equivalent, as a derogatory word and porn term by cis people. You can't argue that it was transmascs copying transfems because they wanted their very own porn slur, that was definitely a cis people thing. I guess some people could still reclaim it if they wanted to, but it's still a shitty "pronoun + ASAB" word, so... Hard pass for me. 1/10.

"Guy with a pie" : The lesser-known brother of "chick with a dick". Still well-known enough to have been mentioned and discussed in 2010 in Savage Love (Dan Savage's sex advice column). Not sure who came up with it, probably cis people again, but it was used by some trans guys in a light-hearted way, although that trend seems to have mostly died out by now.

My thoughts : I kinda like it, it's fun...! I feel like there are way worse, cruder and more dysphoria-inducing alternatives for terms mentioning trans men's genitals out there... So I'll take pie, pie is tasty, I like pie. I feel like it has potential for in-jokes, we could bring it back. 7/10.

"Trannyboy" : What happened to the word "trannyboy" ? It used to be a self-identifyer in the 00s and 2010s ! Trans men called themselves trannyboys, trans women called trans men trannyboys, it was our in-group word, it was seen as positive ! Gay trans men were even called trannyfags... The first porno featuring a trans male cast (and also directed by a trans man) was tittled "Alley of the Trannyboys"... And now all that terminology has pretty much fallen out of use...

My thoughts : We should definitely bring trannyboy back ! That's our word, that's our history ! Also it would definitely piss off the "trans guys can't reclaim the T-slur" crowd, which is a bonus. 10/10. Trannyboy ! Trannyboy ! Trannyboy ! I feel like a Trannyboy Renaissance has been long overdue !

As a trans woman I have no opinion on these nor should I!

[autophobiastar]

OK DIVAS GREAT NEWS!!!!! !!

I found what I BELIEVE is chapters three and four!!!! I don't know exactly where each chapter begins and ends, but using @desolationcleo's copy they got from the wayback machine, I THINK this is where it is....

copy under cut !!!

Scar was upset because pizza had just spat on him. “BOOOOO, YOU COMMUNIST!” Scar yelled. He was furious. Pizza’s spit had just gotten into his long lustrous locks, making him less of a baddie. “YOU RUINED MY HAIR!!!” He continued screaming, he was filled with RAGE because he was trying to slay but pizza was a hater. 

“Dude,” Jimmy, Grain’s weirder, slightly less homophobic brother whispered “what on EARTH do you see in this guy. He’s literally the stupidest person I've ever met.”  “I don’t know dude!” Grian hissed “ He has a nice rack I guess.” Jimmy nodded in agreement. Scar did have a nice rack.

“GUYS!” Scar said loudly, interrupting them. “ THE FURRY IS BACK!” 

“Shut the fuck up you zest fest malewife femboy twink.” Grian said, he was being mean because he was filled with HOMOPHOBIA and RAGE. Jimmy looked at him curiously “who's the furry? And why is he back? Where did he go?” Jimmy asked, because Jimmy is an idiot. 

“WAIT! THE FURRY IS BACK?” Grian yelled  “I HATE FURRIES! AND GAY PEOPLE! AND PRONOUNS !” 

Suddenly, Ren appeared. “Hi, my name is Rendog Furry Minecraft Gaymarrige Redname, and I have long brown hair with dog ears (that’s how I got my name) with red streaks that reaches my mid-back and a lot of people tell me I look like hagrid ( if you don’t know who that is then get da hell out of here!) i’m not related to martyn but i wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I’m  a furry, but my teeth are straight and white. I’m also a king, and I rule over a capitalist castle called Dogwarts in third life where I'm on my yellow life. ( I died once.) I’m a furry (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly red. I love renchanting and I buy all my armour from there. For example, today I was wearing a netherite chestplate with matching enchantments around it and a netherite miniskirt, enchanted fishnets, and leather boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner, and red eyeshadow. I was walking outside dogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of green names stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.” Ren said, because he was secretly Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.

“ Bro what the actual FUCK are you on about?!?” Grian exclaimed. Secretly, he knew exactly what Ren was talking about because he was the original author of ‘My immortal’ but he didn't want anyone to know. 

Suddenly, Martyn appeared from the sky and fucking killed Grian for not being nice to ren. Grian fell to the floor, shocked. He had been too busy thinking about capitalism to notice the arrow. 

Martyn started emoting on top of Grian's corpse because he thought it would make a good thumbnail for his knockoff Mr Beast challenge channel in fortnight. 

Suddenly, somewhere from the shadows, Cherry fire (Cherrifire? IDK how it's spelled sorry chat) appeared, locking eyes with Martyn, A warning clear in her eyes. Only she was allowed to draw his thumbnails. Martyn had to do what she said, or she would make him answer questions about his angsty backstory. Martyn shuddered and nodded. Cherry fire disappeared. 

( I have been informed that Cherrifire is not a member of the life series, but the co-author said it was funny so I’m keeping it in because this is MY fic and I can do what I want.)

Scar ran off to go find his weird ass husband but also not husband because they were homophobic and also because Grian lost his first life and for Grian and Scar that was pretty much the same thing as a divorce.  

Scar found Grian building Homophobia in minecraft, which was Grian’s favorite activity.  “Grian, did we just get divorced?” Scar asked. He was asking because grian had just fucking DIED and was now yellow. 

“Yes, But no.” Grian said “I’m going to stay with you for now because over all the time we’ve lived in the desert together, I’ve grown attached to you in ways that can never be undone despite knowing we have been doomed from the second I pledged my first life to you, But when the time comes when I must kill you outside the home we built together and take the first victory, I will stand over you with your blood on my hands and no matter how many times I can out your name, there will be no response. The grief will consume me, and I will hurl myself off the edge of a cliff, only to awaken In a world almost exactly like this one, only slightly different. I’ll avoid you this time, burdened with memories of a version of you who no longer exists. My shoulders will be heavy with the weight of knowing. Another player will win this time. He too, will remember. And a third game will begin. Fate will be cruel to me, and tie our souls together again, despite my best efforts. I will do everything in my power to keep us safe, and in doing so will hurt you more than ever before. My sister will take the crown that time, and so begins the fourth game. That game will be the shortest, bloodshed accompanied by the ticking of an ever present timer. There will be no time to see you then, no time to apologize. The winner of this game will go out with a flourish, and he will remember, just like all those who came before him. Then, the fifth game will come, and you will be guided by forces outside of your understanding. You’ll be alone in the end, and fate will not allow you the mercy of death. Nonetheless, you'll remember. You'll remember the desert, and the pandas, and you'll remember me. I’ll visit you, although all you will see of me is my shadow. We have been cursed from the very beginning.” Grian said flatly.

“Ha lol that's crazy dude!” Scar said, because Scar could not yet comprehend the horrors. “Hey, if we put Skizz in a microwave, how long would it take for him to die?”

“About three to five minutes, and it would be extremely painful.” Grian said, because he was smart like that. 

“ Ok cool, I was wondering what we were gonna use this giant microwave for!” exclaimed Scar, pointing at the giant microwave that they had for some reason. Grian did a backflip in response, because literally what else do you do in response to being shown a giant microwave? 

Then, out of nowhere, Cleo and Bdubs cartwheeled into the desert and kidnapped Pizza. Pizza didn’t really notice though, because she was still processing Grian’s weird ass prophecy thing. Unlike Scar, pizza was smart enough to comprehend the horrors.   

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! PIZZA!” Scar and Grian yelled in perfect sync, kinda like those two siamese cats from that one disney movie with the dogs except way louder and more disruptive. 

Scar and Grian were going to go on a quest to get pizza back, but decided not to because they wanted to go to a really cool party where every single unproblematic minecraft youtuber ever got to stand in a circle and punt Dream into the sun and then made him listen to the colleen hoover apology song on loop for the rest of time. It was sick.

 Suddenly,  Scar got a giant flying Jellie out of nowhere. They began flying to dogwarts, because they hated furries. “Ok Scar, now hit the second tower.” Grian said cheerfully. 

“My lord, a second Jellie has hit the castle!” Martyn said fearfully, he was afraid because of reasons. “Thats crazy chat!” Ren said, not fully comprehending the horrors yet, because he was not very smart. 

“My lord, why are you not panicking!!!?!?!?” Martyn exclaimed. 

“Because I'm level 500 on clash of clans battle royal, and have the ultra rare hero card! My items levels are fully maxed out, and I have the highest score on the server.” Ren said, his voice becoming monotone. “Download clash of clans battle royal mobile in the app store today!” 

“My lord, that's crazy but I think we are going to die.” Martyn explained calmly. 

“Cowabummer.” Ren said. 

Then, out of nowhere, a NUCLEAR BOMB fell from the sky and ren and martyn FUCKING DIED. It just so happens that scar had dropped the bomb from the flying jellie, and him and grian were loudly cheering. 

Suddenly, Jimmy and Scott appeared. “Where did you come from?” Scar asked.

“Where did you go?” Grian said, equally confused “where did you come from, cotton eye joe?” the two said in unison. 

“...” 

“Why the fuck are you singing cotten eye joe after commiting warcrimes in minecraft??” Scott exclaimed, befuddled. 

Suddenly, Jimmy, who had been doing the cotton eye joe dance, tripped and fell off of the flying jelly. “NOOOO! MY HUSBAND!” Scott yelled, because he was a homosexual man with blue hair and pronouns.

“I HATE GAY PEOPLE!!!! DIE!!” Grian yelled with fury in his voice. “Bro literally what the fuck???? My husband just died, imagine if that was Scar!?!?!” Scott shouted back, hurt and confused. 

“That won’t happen to me yet, I need to stay alive for the cinematic parallels.” Scar said with joy, he was so excited to die dramatically because for gay people being part of a doomed yaoi love story where one of them dies at the end is super romantic.

“The what now? That's not a thing Scar, you don’t have plot armour.” Scott said tiredly, he was speedrunning the five stages of grief.

“Shut the fuck up kncokoff genderbent Hatsune Miku with no husband and no bitches toxic swiftie gay man from temu.” Grain said, shoving Scott off of the jellie.

“Lmao ratio” Scar said 

“Ok scar now let’s go kill every gay person on the server because we are homophobic in minecraft.” Grain said.

 “Ok!!!!! :333333!!!”  Scar said happily.

“How the fuck did you do that with words????????????” Grian said, confused because literally wtf ???? 

Just then, A large bee walked into the room.

 “Wow, that's a large bee!” Scar said. “No, I am BigB.” said the large bee, who was actually a youtuber. “I am here because the author doesn't know the difference between Bigb and Bdubs.” 

“Ok cool. I like bees so I am going to kill my husband for you!” Scar exclaimed, throwing a piece of paper that said ‘Kill-my-husband-for-you-pass’ on it. 

“GRRRRRR! I HATE GAY PEOPL-"Grian started to say, before he was stabbed by Scar because of plot progression. 

“Ooooo he's gonna die!” said Ren, who was a ghost now.  

Out of nowhere, ebony dark'ness dementia ravenway walked In, with the CIA. they were here to arrest Ren for identity theft and plagiarism. “My name is ebony dark'ness dementia ravenway, and today I am arresting a POSER who is a fake goth preppy pretending to be me. It’s snowing and raining outside, so I'm not burning in the sun because I'm a vampire, "Ebony said. 

Everyone just looked at her because she is emo and all of them HATED emo people. So all of the ghosts threw PINEAPPLES AT THEM  BECAUSE EMO PEOPLE ARE ALL ALLERGIC TO PINEAPPLES!!!!  Everyone booed at her and then HATSUNE MIKU came and PUNTED HER INTO A BLENDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANYWAYS YAYYY YIPPEE!!!

[yuriko-44]

yearning for freedom

yuriko ✰ 19 ✰ she/he ✰ reality shifter

Welcome to my little corner of the internet!!

This is my reality shifting blog. I'll share things about my desired realities, my journey and all things shifting!!

I'm Yuriko, I'm 19 and I go by she/he pronouns!!

I'm a permashifter, in the sense that I won't be coming back here, who lives lots of different lives out there in the multiverse!! I haven't shifted to any of them for now, but that's going to change very soon.

I first found out about shifting between 2019 and 2020 from a youtube video about lucid dreaming. I didn't believe it at first, but here I am now!! I first started getting my information from tiktok, but things were starting to get so contradictory that I took an excruciatingly long break that lasted from 2020 to 2024. I came back to shifting on the night before the first of January 2025.

There was a period of my life in which I used to lucid dream almost every night, but after being fed a bunch of misinformation that led me to get extremely scared every time I'd find myself becoming lucid, I forcefully stopped myself from getting lucid dreams. But now I'm working on mastering lucid dreaming again, not only because it was fun, but because I'm interested in shifting through lucid dreams!!

For this reason I'll be posting some dream journal entries- not all of them, only the most interesting ones!!

During my journey, I didn't exactly have a main dr, since I used to change it every time I wanted to make a new script, but now I officially have one!! It's a bnha reality and it's probably the one you'll hear me talk about the most!!

With reality shifting there are infinite possibilities out there. All those possibilities and I still decide to script myself as 'pre-existing characters' in some of the realities that are about my favourite games/shows/etc...wow- I'm so original guys-

I don't know why that happens- actually I do, it's because I hate myself here and whenever I get attached to a fictional character I'm like "they're so fucking cool, I'd love to be like them" and since I know about shifting I end up making drs in which I'm them...yay-

Past the cut you'll find my dr masterlist, some useful tags and things like my dni list!!

Here's a list of the drs I'm comfortable sharing and talking about on my blog!! I've got more realities I'd be willing to share, but for now I only listed a few, I can always add more if I want. Here you can also find the links to the drs intro posts.

→ I'm still scripting most of these realities!! ←

[ 🔖 ] shifting hub reality

[ 📌 ] main desired reality

— Waiting Room Realities

🔖 Home :: main waiting room → 🔗 (this intro was made very quickly, I'll probably remake it)

TAG :: #🗺️ Home wr

This is my main waiting room that also functions as a shifting hub!! As long as this script is done, I could ignore doing all the rest, since I'll shift to this waiting room and make more scripts before going anywhere else.

In this reality, all animals, insects and whatnot are shifters!! We can all turn human though. I can turn into a grey wolf!!

— Desired Realities

📌 Symbol of Fear :: main bnha reality → 🔗 (this intro post is extremely old, I'm working on a new one)

TAG :: #🧤 Symbol of Fear dr

This is my main reality, the one I'll be spending 90% of my time in. In this reality I'm Shigaraki Tomura and, in short, after the war society changes for the better, me and the lov and everyone like us get to live and so on and so forth. It's extremely difficult to summarise- I'm sorry-

It's TV Time!! :: deltarune reality → 🔗

TAG :: #📺 It's TV Time!! dr

This idea is very recent (at the time of making this post), but god I'm already obsessed!! In this reality I'm Tenna!!- I saw him for the first time and my brain immediately went "yup, that's you in another reality, now make a script". There are some important differences from canon (how I treat my employees, for example) and...well, I can't really script this reality while I'm here!! I'll go to my main waiting room, I'll see how Toby Fox intended to continue and finish Deltarune and I'll decide what to script from there.

One Hell Of A Time :: cuphead reality → 🔗

TAG :: #🎲 One Hell Of A Time dr

This is the dr in this list that I had for the longest time. It's the third dr I've ever scripted, if I'm not wrong. I actually have a finished script, but it's really old, so I'm going to remake it. In this reality I'm King Dice- guys- he was my first actual fictional crush and after I found out about shifting my brain was like "...no...no, baby- that's not your boyfriend, that's you right there, now go make that script"...so here we are- in short, take Cuphead, deprive it of all cartoon elements, give it a religious-heavy lore and throw Dice in hell and heaven. "Why does this sound like the Divine Comedy"?...well, it's inspired, soooo- so yeah, horrible shit is going to happen-

Hopes and Dreams :: undertale reality → 🔗

TAG :: #❤️ Hope and Dreams dr

In this reality I'm Frisk. There's not much to say honestly, I just want to live one of my favourite stories ever. I grew up with Undertale so I had to make this dr. This is exclusively a Pacifist Run, by the way.

Friendship is magic :: my little pony reality → 🔗

TAG :: #🌈 Friendship is magic dr

My Little Pony was my favourite cartoon growing up, so you know I had to make a dr about it!! I'm still scripting it, but I'll probably add an element of friendship or make myself a princess/prince, I want to be important, ok?

Zampacity Sud :: catz petz 2 reality → 🔗

TAG :: #🐾 Zampacity Sud dr

Some of my best childhood memories are about this game!! I was, I am and I will always be obsessed with this game!! You basically play as a cat whose village gets damaged by an evil wolf, Ivlet, who also steals this powerful magic hat. Since it was your fault he escaped from jail, at first you get arrested, but then your friend, Victor, takes the blame for you (it was both your and your friends fault, btw- but it was his idea, so enjoy prison, Victor) and you decide to go and get the hat back- after you helped around the village.

Zampacity Sud is the Italian translation of the protagonist's village, South Pawville (and yes, there's a North Pawville as well)

Hero of Twilight :: twilight princess reality → 🔗

TAG :: #🗡️ Hero of Twilight dr

I remember watching my older brothers play Twilight Princess when I was little and I immediately loved it- well, at the time I didn't understand the story, I just thought Link was cool as fuck and I wanted to be like him...and in this reality I'm him because fuck you, that's why- jokes aside, I love this game not only because it's part of my childhood, but also because the story and everything about this game is just amazing. Literally my favourite Zelda game.

The journey begins :: pokémon reality → 🔗

TAG :: #🧭 The journey begins dr

I'm Italian, so I'm used to seeing the word 'Pokémon' spelled with an accent on the e, so no, it wasn't a mistake!! In this reality I'm an aspiring Pokémon Ranger!! My first ever Pokémon (and best friend) is a Sableye!! I still don't know what my team will be like, but I know I'll have a Staraptor, one of my favourite Pokémons and very good for flying, and an Arcanine, giant puppy who is also very good for on land transport.

Welcome to Berk :: httyd reality → 🔗

TAG :: #🐉 Welcome to Berk dr

I have to continue the childhood inspired drs with How To Train Your Dragon. It gave me the biggest brainrot of all time. I loved Toothless with all of my heart and I still cry from the first movie to this day. I'm actually not exactly sure of what I want to do with this reality, honestly, but I 100% know I want to make a httyd reality!!

I just realised that most of these drs are either about things that I loved as a child or things that my child self would love...and some that only my adult self would love, because I doubt my younger self would like my symbol of fear and one hell of a time realities-

Here are some other useful tags!!

#✨ yuriko yaps → posts that aren't about shifting.

#✨ shifting talk → posts about shifting.

#✨ dream journal entries → interesting dreams.

#✨ shifting journal entries → about my journey.

Tweaking over this post I made- sorry I needed to save it somewhere: 🔗

𝐃𝐍𝐈 anti shifters, haters in general, cringe/cancel culture, close minded people, homophobes, transphobes, pedophiles, zoophiles, racists, sexists, etc.

𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 feel free to leave asks!! Whether they're questions or just little messages and comments, they're all welcome. Also I'd be really happy to answer questions about my drs!!

𝐃𝐌𝐒 it'd be nice to make some shifter friends, so don't be shy and come say hi!! But if I don't answer please don't spam, I'm probably busy and/or I haven't noticed your dm yet, so please have a little patience. If I don't want to talk to you for whatever reason I'll make sure to tell you, I'd rather not ghost anyone!!

જ⁀➴ 𝟒𝟒𝟒 𝟓𝟓𝟓 𝟖𝟖𝟖

[get-a-snack-at-an-ungodly-hour]

Can I know ur headcanons for each killer? PEASE GO IN DETAIL I WANNA KNOW IT ALL

Anon you and i are gonna have a beautiful spring wedding next year/p

GEHEHE OF COURSE!!!! Hcs under the cut :3333

Pursuer:

Surprinsigly friendly when not hungry, more like a curious cat than anything, but it gets hungry fast tho so Watch Out

It/he, doesn't like they bc he isn't two people, it confuses him (he might be dumb 💔)

Very fast metabolism, that's why it's very skinny

And also bc of that it gets tired real easily, after he's done with a succesful hunt he just takes a long nap before he goes on to pursue more

Scared of fireworks for an unkown reason

Theorethically he can talk but like it sounds basically uninteligeable, very growly and he skips words a lot to get to the point as fast as possible

Adding to that Talking Hurts, like, you know how it feels to try and talk with a terrible sore troath? Like that but worse

Thecnically an omnivore but prefers to eat meat a lot more

It actually lives with avoider! They're besties :)

Avoider has to force him to eat vegetables and fruits

Doesn't like the sun much bc of how easily his head gets sun burned lol

Rlly likes artful, it thinks his magic is AWESOME. Ok with Badware, doesn't exactly care much abt him. HATES killdroid, he's part of the goverment and he hates those people even more. Ok with harken, quickly understood her problems with sound and tries to keep itself quiet when around her to not trigger her

Only nice to the other killers bc it sees them as its equals (except killdroid (he will actively try to murk him on sight))

Badware:

He/any, doesn't exactly care abt pronouns but he/him were the first things he ever saw so he got attached to it

Came to be from a corruption from an antivirus funnily enough, it was a shitty antivirus that was known for being so bad it corrupted your data and somehow it ended up creating badware, it also created goodware alongside it but this ain't about him

Porpusefully annoying, selfish, self centered piece of shit that WILL laugh at you as he beats you to death

Proffesional AND competitive ragebaiter, his favorite thing in the world is seeing people get mad at him

Only cares about the other wares. And killdroid for some reason

Very cringephobic, type of person to relentlessly cyberbully teenagers for the crime of posting something stupid once

Doesn't show it but he genuinely cares for the other wares, like, a lot, but that's embarrasing to admit so he stays quiet about it

Thinks most emotions are cringe (like love, guilt, care, etc)

The only reason he got the bright idea to start killing is bc he read i have no mouth and i must scream and thought "yooo i wanna be like AM!"

He's actually his own hotspot! He goes on the internet for fun and to implant himself in random files

Can move his head 360 and uses it to scare people

Acts drunk when on low battery, he still doesn't know why it happens and it pisses him off

Gets kinda touchy with people he really likes

Sees everyone as below him and when i say everyone i do mean everyone

Tears electronics apart for fun, he says its for figuring out how they work but he really just likes seeing internal components, its kinda like gore to him and that makes it interesting is a grusome way to him

Likes killdroid a lot, he doesn't know why he's so special to him but he is and it confuses him. Ok with pursuer, he thinks its just a mindless animal. Pities harken, sometimes silent around her to not bother her but other times he porpusefully triggers her to get her to kill civilians for him. Dislikes artful, he thinks he's a huge dumb loser and enjoys making fun of him both to others and to his face

He thinks he's better than everyone in every way shape and form. He only works with the other killers bc they help him foward with his goal of world domination

Artful:

He/him, has never questioned himself much

He barely talks english, he's not good at it

EXTREMELY good at sewing and embroidery

Knows how to tap dance

Really pretentious about food (esp french food)

Anger issues haver

Alongside that he has terrible self worth issues and self steem problems

Thinks everyone hates him no matter what they do to try and prove otherwise (except for pursuer and harken)

He's actually extremely sneaky, a lot of people get jumpscared by him appearing seemingly out of nowhere

Likes pursuer, thinks it's really nice and sweet if not a tad scary. Likes and pities harken, very mindful of her issues and hangs out with her when he can. HATES badware, for reasons stated above. Scared of killdroid, think he's out to get him

Only works with the other killers for his own gain (as in killing people more easily)

Killdroid:

It/he, is ok with being refered by he/him but he doesn't think he deserves it

An updated model from the original "livedroid" peacekeeper bot, now with rockets and a drive to kill

Finds human pretty fascinating because of how little it sees them up close

Would probably try to destroy itself if it learned it's been killing innocents and is basically a criminal because of that

Is slowly gaining more human emotions, how? Nobody knows! He hates them so much tho

Will shoot a rocket to your face if you say anything remotely bad about president sulfur

Naive. Really naive

First one to go in a fist fight, he's surprinsingly terrible with his hands

Made from very cheap and light metal, they say it's so he can fly better but it really was to cut corners. Its specially noticiable on his chest so thats why he wears chainmail

Also bc of that he needs weekly maintenance so he doesn't collapse or dissasemble

Knows jackshit about slang, everything he learns comes from badware

Doesn't have the best relationship with his predecessor...

A love-hate situation(ship(/jk)) with badware, wants to hate him but can't help but like his company most of the time. Ok with pursuer, very curious about its origins. Neutral about artful, sometimes follows him around to see what humans do with their free time. Neutral about harken, doesn't exactly care about her noise problems but he'll stay silent if he doesn't need to make noise

Only ok with the other killers bc he thinks the goverment sent them to deal with criminals too

Harken:

She/her, hates being called an it

She's made of meterials that do not exist in the dod dimension

She feels both metalic and rocky to the touch

Has wings! But they're only used as a treath display and can't be used for flying

Anxiety disorder haver (she's just like me frrrr)

Surprisingly good at math

The gravity in her dimension was much stronger than in the dod dimension, that's why it looks like she's floating and seems kinda unbalanced all the time

Terribly scared of anyone with white coats or anyone that looks like a sciencetist

Sees through powers normal in her dimension, kinda like astral projection

Her actual eye is for a treath display too, she can't see through it and doesn't need to

Speaks through telepathy, it sounds like someone's echoing words right through the space between your skull and brain

Picks up on lenguages really quickly

She likes drawing.... Her drawings are really concerning though

Likes artful, finds him relatively safe and likes the sound of the music boxes he creates. Hates everyone else because they're loud as fuck

Only works with the other killers out of an sense of "if i don't they're gonna kill me" since she noticed they can kill civilians easily too

And as a more general hc i think everyone is undefined for their own reasons but none have any set sexualities........

[somelonelywordmonger]

So here's the dealio: I get the happy tingles in my brain when someone (or myself in my head) refer to me by the pronouns of it/its/itself. I am agender. I am asexual. I am aromantic. There's a lot lacking in my life by definition, but I don't feel that way. But here's the thing... I switch my pronoun order around. For 1. Even though I don't identify strongly with any gender, I still accept any pronouns (so long as they are used respectfully) because I literally don't care. It is not important enough to me to go "Um, actually" to someone unless I'm feeling like a smart ass or funny or needing to shut a jerk down. I talk a lot online and my name online is Luka which makes many think I am a guy. So I roll with he and don't correct (which might be a bit mean, but it is hilarious watching people realize that I'm a "she" when I'm also technically not.) Which leads me to number 2.

I don't start off with it/its because I already have to give whole ass dissertations about my asexuality and what that is and how asexuals can still have sex if they want and so on. And then a smaller essay on aromanticism and the different attractions with me only experiencing aesthetic and platonic attractions. So I don't feel like having to explain how I don't care how dehumanizing it/its is (more on that next) those are my pronouns and if you use them like you would any other pronouns then you aren't actually being a jerk. Instead, I include it/its in my pronouns list but put she and they first for other's comfort. Until people can wrap their heads around my lack of pronouns and the concept of "it", I keep things as she and they and then it (in a lot of spaces.)

I am also autistic and have adhd. I also have chronic pain and illnesses. One can feel very unhuman when their body is struggling to not be some suffering mass and when their brain feels and reacts differently from others and when their other identities make them confused about how someone can just look at a person and think "please have sex with me." The pheromones hit a brick wall and my libido only lightly kicks in during my menstrual time. Otherwise, it feels like a superpower to not have all of that distraction. At the same time, I personify everything around me. (And I believe in having humanity and the moral concept of it.) Doesn't matter if it is a living being like my dog or an object like my pillow or a piece of trash. The object personification causes me a lot of grief half the time. And I find the way people talk about plants, animals, and objects makes me upset. How dare you refer to that as an it in such a way? And yet here I am, assigning pronouns (usually a loving and tender it/its) to these objects and myself. Is it rooted in my self-esteem issues? Hardly imo since I dote on these objects like an affectionate and proud mother. Is there something broken in my brain? Likely, but still, my brain is like this and sometimes you just gotta accept that. So why do I instead make sure others are comfortable? And why do I not really fit in with other agender peeps? I'm proud of all the A's I have collected and I'm proud of my identify. But sometimes, one still feels awkward because one knows they are not like the others.

[carlyraejepsans]

for real WHERE does the idea that [utdr humans] are nongendered so that "you can project on them" come from. their literal character arcs are about NOT being a blank slate to be filled in by the audience

i think i understand the assumption on some level for undertale, because there is a very intentional effort to make you identify with the "player character" in order to make your choices feel like your own (the beating heart of undertale's metanarrative lies in giving you an alternative path to violence against its enemies after all, and whether you're still willing to persue it for your own selfish reasons. YOUR agency is crucial).

of course, the cardinal plot twist of the main ending sweeps the rug from under your feet on that in every way, and frisk's individuality becomes, in turn, a tool to further UT's OTHER main theme: completionism as a form of diegetic violence within the story. replaying the game would steal frisk's life and happy ending from them for our own perverse sentimentality, emotionally forcing our hand away from the reset button.

i think their neutrality absolutely aids in that immersion. but also, there's this weird attitude by (mostly) cis fans where it being functional within the story makes it... somehow "editable" and "up to the player" as well? which is gross and shows their ass on how they approach gender neutrality in general lol.

but also like. there's plenty of neutral, non PCharacters in undertale and deltarune. even when undertale was just an earthbound fangame and the player immersion metanarrative was completely absent, toby still described frisk as a "young, androgynous person". sometimes characters are just neutral by design. it's not that hard to understand lol.

anyone who makes this argument for kris deltarune is braindead. nothing else to say about it.

[inkameswetrust]

just wondering but do people still fw neopronouns or nah-

(just a heads up, i use xe/xem pronouns)

[lordgeneralsix]

is it just me or is bioware spoiling way too much about the game . talking about gameplay improvements is one thing but revealing story and companion arcs seems very insecure to me bc now the mystery is gone when people play for the first time . seems like they're trying too hard to prove that their game isn't garbage after that first trailer but this is not how you do that

[sysig]

*chanting* Second pet, second pet, second pet! (Patreon)

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

11 o'clock bathroom mirror haircut i love you

[autismbeast]

the gender dysphoria problem as seeing myself as masc with medium length hair and ppl irl seeing me as a woman

[imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer]

I have the opportunity to introduce myself to people as thomas irl next week and I am FREAKING THE FUCK OUT

(tw vent incoming)

[biblicalhorror]

Thinking about one of the loser men I dated directly post-college who, after I showed them Dirty Computer [the emotion picture] by Janelle Monae, said they "prefer rap that has something to say"

[justabunchofdragons]

fascinating to me that when faced with a they/them using person my mum misgendered them with she/her but my dad went with he/him [THIS WAS WHILE WATCHING A PROGRAMME BTW. THE ONLY QUEER AFFECTED WAS ME]

[buttfacemcgee]

The Veilguard might end up being shit but at least it looks pretty