#and i'm like??? where??? it's not very fun

[nanamisgirly]

part 1, you can still read this as a stand alone.

cw p in v, unprotected sex, choso is kind of doing hyper fixation, nipple piercings, Prince Albert piercing, both are dominant, oral sex (f. receiving), big dick choso, degrading and praising, riding, mating press, face sitting. mostly smut with a little plot (?)

˖ 𑣲 reblogs and comments are very muuuch appreciated ma girliees <333

choso stood in the shower, slapping his head against the wall, cursing himself for what he had done last night. was he dumb? no—he was the dumbest. not only had he given you a lap dance, but he had totally lost control… all because he got carried away by gojo's antics… and your cockiness.

“i'm so dumb, please, what was i thinking.”

he must have freaked you out—you, his pretty crush. his lovely crush of five years!!!! he had wanted to wait for the right moment, take you out first, maybe? just keep it slow. he had plans—not concrete ones, sure, considering he had been putting off asking you out for four years— BUT HE WAS ABOUT TO!! and then? then, he flubbed everything. 

put his hand in your panties like some kind of pervert. 

“am i crazy?” the memories of last night kept replaying in his mind like a never-ending torture reel—the way your eyes had widened, gojo's obnoxious cackle, the way he moved on top of you…

his hands flew to his face, covering it as the image of him taking off his shirt surfaced. 

“why did i do thaaaat?” it's been hours now but he still was analyzing every second, every word, every breath—like some kind of detective trying to piece together a crime scene.

“i wasn't even drunk, just a little tipsy, please,” he muttered to himself. his brain refused to move on. he needed a reset. a cleanse. what if he vanished? he could pack his bags, drop out, change his name, move to remote village where no one knew the name Choso Kamo—

“you're miserable.” of course he couldn't do all that, and of course suguru and satoru had to invite you over their shared college apartment.

meanwhile you? you had spent all day thinking about last night. the way choso—the usual awkward choso—had moved against you, the heat of his body, the way his hands gripped you. the way his usual reserved, flushed face was nowhere to be seen—replaced by something demanding, dominant.

and it had left you aching. all day long, the pulse between your thighs wouldn't let up. only intensifying as you replayed the moment his bulge pressed against your heated core, giving you that perfect pressure.

which is exactly why you were in his room now. 

he had tried to escape you all night, hunched over on the couch, avoiding eye contact like his entire existence was a mistake. the moment you called his name, his entire body tensed, bracing for impact.

and now? he was hiding in his room.

choso had had shot up so fast he nearly tripped over the coffee table. “i—i gotta—” he didn't even finish his sentence before he had bolted to his room, slamming the door behind him.

a beat of silence had passed before gojo wheezed. “ohhh, he's so fucked.” as he exchanged a look with geto. you laughed, stretching out on the couch before standing up and followed choso right after he had left.

‘yeah, this was gonna be fun’ you thought.

he was so different than from last night. you needed to know if it was just a fluke. if, perhaps, he regretted it. or if he wanted you as much as you now realized you wanted him.

choso was losing it. he was pacing his room like a madman, running his hands through his damp hair, yanking off his shirt as heat crawled over his skin. his heart was beating out of his chest, his entire body on edge from just one moment of closeness with you.

but how was he supposed to face you after last night? after making a complete fool of himself? he wanted you so badly—had wanted you for years—but now it was all ruined. you probably thought he was weird… or worse, pathetic.

“…choso?” 

fuck.

your voice was soft, almost hesitant, but something about it send a shiver down his spine. he should have ignored it. pretend to be asleep. do anything but let you in.

but then the doorknob had turned. and there you were.

the second you had stepped inside, he knew.

knew from the way your eyes had darkened the moment they had landed on him. from the way you shut the door behind you without looking back.

he swallowed thickly. “y-you need something?”

you stared at him for a moment, eyes roaming over his bare, inked chest—his damn barbells—his flushed face, the nervous twitch of his fingers at his side. he looked unsure, so lost—like he had no idea what he had done to you.

‘how dare he look like that after making me ache for him all night?’

“…yeah,” you finally said, voice low. “i do.”

you stepped forward, pushing him back until his knees hit the bed. he sat without thinking, eyes wide, lips parted in shock. you leaned in, caging him in with your hands on his thighs. his breath hitched.

“i've been thinking about last night,” you admitted, your fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against his skin. “a lot.”

choso swallowed hard, his entire body going stiff. “y-you have?”

you hummed, tilting your head. “mhm. and you've bee avoiding me all night. i don't like that.”

“i—”

you don't let him finish. instead, you climb onto his lap, straddling him exactly like you had last night—right before geto had joked about getting a room.

he choked on air as your hands slid up his chest, slow and teasing, nails scratching lightly against his skin. just like you did at the party. “you danced on me like you wanted me, choso,” you murmured, lips brushing against his ear. “you even felt how wet i was. you touched my pussy… licked your fingers.” your teeth grazed his earlobe, making him shudder. “so tell me…” your hips rolled against him, pulling a trembling gasp from his throat. “…you don't want me anymore?”

that's all it took for choso to snap. 

one second, he was frozen beneath you, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. the next, he was grabbing you—strong hands gripping your waist as he flipped you onto the bed in one swift, effortless motion.

you barely had time to gasp before his weight was on you, pressing you down, his breath hot against your skin. his tattooed hands—nails painted a deep purple— pinned yours above your head, fingers intertwining with your own, your dark red polish a stark contrast against his.

“fuck—” he growled, voice rough, desperate. his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes burning with unhinged desire. “do you have any idea how many nights i've spent dreaming about this?”

you shivered. this wasn't the flustered, awkward choso from earlier. no, this was the lapdance choso. 

“choso—”

this time, he was the one not letting you finish. his lips crashed onto yours, hungry, all tongue and teeth, all the pent-up frustration from five years of longing spilling out at once. his hands moved from your wrists to your waist, gripping tight, possessive.

his hips ground against yours, and you moaned into his mouth, back arching at the friction. that was all it took for him to loosen up completely.

his lips started attacking your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks—his marks. his hands tore at your clothes, desperate to feel your skin against his. his mouth trailed lower, teeth scraping against your collarbone, sucking one nipple on the way as his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them, his breathing ragged.

you whimpered, hips pushing against his, searching for more. and choso didn't even bother undressing himself—his only focus was you.

his hands were rough as he spread your legs wider, slotting himself between them. his breath hot against your inner thighs, and fuck, he was already feral with hunger. his lips drag over your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses that sent chills up your spine. his fingers resting on your hips as he looked up at you, his dark eyes blown wide with need.

“i've wanted this for years,” he groaned. “thought about this—you—so many fucking times i—” he shook his head like he couldn't explain it, like he was too far gone to form words.

then he did the only thing he's capable of—diving into your core.

his mouth latched onto your clit with a desperation that was insane. his tongue flicked, lapped, sucked, determined to commit your scent to memory by morning. he was messy. sloppy. loud. he slurped, pressing his nose against you as he ate like a man on death row having his last meal.

he moans onto your fat lips, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. choso's eyes roll back at the sweet taste of you. one of his hand traveled up to cup one of your soft breast, squeezing, thumb playing with the hardened nipple.

“fuck—fuck, choso—” he didn't stop. didn't slow down. if anything, your moans only made him more drunk. he buried his face deeper, his free hand holding you open even as you tried to clamp them shut from the intensity of it. his inked arms looked almost sinful against your untouched skin—marked hands spreading and owning the softness of your body. 

"nuh-uh," he grunted, shaking his head. “not happening. you're gonna take it. gonna let me taste you.”

he was dripping. his cock was so hard it was truly painful, leaking through his sweatpants, leaving a wet spot on it, but he didn't care. didn't need anything except your pussy against his tongue, your thighs trembling on his broad shoulders, breathless little whimpers spilling past your lips as you fell apart for him. 

he licked everything. lapped up every drop like he was trying to drink you, tongue sliding through your folds, sucking, moaning, devouring you. 

choso was gone. absolutely, completely, ferally gone. he wasn't just eating you out—he was making a mess out of himself, out of you, out of the sheets. his tongue was everywhere, slurping up your slick, pushing deep into you just to hear the obscene squelching sounds echo through the room, riding you through your orgasm. god, he was so fucking shameless with it, groaning as he makes out with your cunt—as if he wanted to live there.

his face was soaked, his chin dripping, his cheeks wet with your slick. and he just kept going, even after your previous climax. he is obsessed, getting off on nothing but the taste of you. his big hands holding you open, keeping you in place even as your legs shook from the overstimulation.

"up." he groaned, pulling back just to take in the sight of your wrecked pussy, spread and dripping for him. 

you barely registered his voice, your brain still fogged with pleasure. “w-what?”

“up here,” he said again, gripping your thighs, his voice rough, hungry. “sit on my face.”

your eyes widened. “choso, i—” he glared, pulling you closer. “what? you scared?”

your face burned. “no, i just—what if i—what if i suffocate you?” this was genuine fear. no one had ever requested that from you before—no one had ever wanted you like this, so desperate, so feral.

choso just snorted, flipping you over with ease, positioning you right over his mouth. “sit.”

“choso—ahhh—”

he pulled you onto him, locking his arms tights around your thighs, forcing you to sink down onto his mouth. he lost no time to dive back in. tongue flattened against you, lips sucking hard before he shoved his face deeper, noise brushing your clit with every movement of his tongue fucking you.

“choso—” your thighs squeeze around his head making choso groan. sending vibrations up to your core.

his hips bucked up, his rock-hard cock leaking more pre-cum through his sweats, but he ignored it—ignored his own desperation, his own need, because you were all that mattered. you crying out his name, you feeding him what he'd been craving for years was way more important.

his hands slide up, gripping your hips, his thumbs stroking the soft patch of hair above your cunt. his fingers twirled the strands absentmindedly, tugging, playing—entranced by every inch of you.

he pulls you down harder, deeper as you start to grind against his tongue, getting wetter from his spit and his sheer obsession. and when your thighs twitch and your back arch and your cunt gushed against his tongue—

“so pretty,” he muffled. “so soft, so sweet, i could stay down here forever.” your fingers clawed at the bed head, mind blurring as another orgasm crept up too fast, too hard. there was no escape. no mercy. just the wet sounds of his mouth working you open, inked arms locking you in place, dark nails digging into your skin.

choso latches onto you, drinking every single drop, messy and greedy as he moaned once again.

“mine,” he rasped, tongue flicking, fucking you through the second orgasm even though your body was jerking from overstimulation. “you're fucking mine now. you hear me?”

your mind was fuzzy, lips parting as you tried to catch your breath, but choso wasn't having it. 

his lips were shiny with your slick, his face drenched, his eyes dark and hungry as he kissed his way up your body, pressing sweet, almost gentle kisses against your skin. But the contrast—the way his hands were still gripping you tight,—made you shiver.

“you can take more, right?” he murmured, voice soft, almost sweet as he nuzzled against your cheek. "you're not done, are you? my pretty girl can handle one more, yeah?”

your breath hitched. "choso, I—I don’t think I—” but he did not care. 

one moment, you were still straddling his face, thighs trembling—and the next, you were on the mattress, your legs pushed up, spread wide as he hovered over you. folding you into a mating press—big hands hooking under your knees.

you felt his heavy cock toying with your clit as he freed it from the drenched boxer. the tip already leaking against your overstimulated folds. you weren't even looking at it—the two back-to-back orgasms leaving you drenched—but damn, you could feel how big he was just from just the tip.

you tensed. “choso—”

“shhh, baby,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss on your smudged lips. “i'll make it fit. just be good for me, yeah?”

his voice is a mix of gentle sweetness and absolute filth, causing your walls to clench around nothing.

“ohhh, fuck—” you gasped, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.

“shit,” choso groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “fucking hell, baby, you're so tight—fuck, squeezing me so good—”

your pussy was strugglig to take him, stretching wide, the thick girth of his cock making your mind go blank. he was so big—it felt like he was splitting you open. “c-choso, s'too m-much,” you panted, legs trembling around his waist.

but choso only cooed, kissing your temple, his voice all sweet and reassuring even as he bullied his cock deeper. “you can take it, pretty girl,” he whispered. “you're made for it. look—fuck, taking me so well—”

but suddenly you feel something. 

a cool, hard press against your walls, dragging along your inside. your eyes widened, fingers tightening around his biceps as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot up your spine.

“w-wait, what—”

choso chuckled breathlessly, hips rolling just enough to let the metalic weight of his piercing grind against your sensitive spot. “you feel that?” voice barely above a whisper, thick wtih amusement.

you whimpered, thighs twitching as the sensation made your head spin. the prince Albert piercing was something you hadn't been prepared for—hadn't even know he had—but fuck, the way it dragged inside you, catching against your most sensitive spots, it was…delectable.

tears pricked your eyes, your body overwhelmed.

“mm, s'nice, huh?” he grunted. “been dreaming about how you'd feel wrapped around me like this, all warm ‘n’ wet, taking my cock with my piercing…”

a broken moan slipped past your lips as he rolled his hips again, the cool metal rubbing against your tender, stretched-out walls, adding a whole new layer of pleasure. your nails raked down his tattooed chest, catching on his pierced nipples.

your walls gripping him like vice, your body pulling him in even as you struggled to adjust.

“shit, baby, you're creamin' all over me.” you whimpered, embarrassment flooding through you, but choso just grinned, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers rubbing at your clit.

“nasty little, thing. acting like you can't take it, but your pussy's sucking me in—mhh, goddamn, you're loving it, right?”

you sobbed, head lolling back, body burning hot from his words, from the way he was praising you while talking so dirty.

his hips keeps pushing into you, pushing all the way to the hilt, forcing you to take every inch of his thick cock in one deep thrust. 

“choso—ah!”

“mmh, yeah,” he pulled back just to slam into you again, the sound of his hips smacking against yours echoing in the room. “fuck, baby—so tight—gonna stretch you out realll good, yeah. gonna fuck you open 'n—mhfp”

choso wasn't gentle anymore—fucking roughly, fast. animalistic. he pounds into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he owned it. because he does. his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over and over—

“listen to you,” his eyes rolls back at the obscene sounds of your wet cunt sucking him in. “so—” slams “fucking—” slams “messy—” slams.

hot fat tears make their way down your cheeks, nails dragging down his back, over the swirling ink that covered his shoulders and arms, down to his taut stomach where his happy trail led to thick patch of hair at his base. 

you weren’t even sure what was hotter—the way he fucked or how he looked doing it. his tattoos flexing with every movement, his abs tightening as he drilled into you, the barbells through his nipples gleaming with sweat, the veins in his arms prominent.

“gonna make you my little cumdrunk girl, huh? my pretty little toy to fuck stupid?” he panted, voice thick with lust, his hips drilling into you. “feels good? best you ever had? tell me, baby—tell me no one else ever fucked you like this—” his grip on your waist was bruising, holding you onto place as your body jolted forward because of his brutal thrusts.

your mind was mush. you could barely think, barely breathe. but you knew the answer.

“n-no one—fuck, c-choso, mghn—no o-one everrr—”

“damn right,” he gritted out, snapping his hips harder, deeper, until you were seeing the whole constellation. “no one else gets to have you. no one else gets this pussy but me, got it?”

you nodded desperately, body already on edge, the coil in your stomach ready to snap—

and choso feel it, his hands went to support your thighs, hugging them tightly around his waist. “go on,” he growled, forehead sticking to yours, not slowing his pace. “cum for me, baby—wanna feel your cum all over my cock, please.”

your head rolls back as the knot in your stomach releases, vision blurring from the pleasure, cheeks reddened by your tears. choso still hadn't cum, dick still hard—and if anything, it only grows inside you as he feels your spongy walls spasming around him.

you had never felt something like this before—so high off pleasure, so insatiable, so utterly dizzy with lust that even after he had fucked you into oblivion, you wanted more. 

as you came back to your sense you take a look at the man above you, hair damped with sweat, chest heaving, face still shiny with your slick. cock twitching—and so does his piercing—gleaming with your cum and his own pre-cum.

strength surged back into your limbs—not much, but enough to straddle him. your palms landed on his chest, fingers splaying over his pierced nipples, the cool barbells sitting perfectly against your skin as you pushed him down.

his eyes widened. “are you—”

you smirked, dragging your soaked pussy along his length, feeling his pulse against your swollen folds, the hard curve of his piercing pressing into your clit like a tease of what's to come. 

“what's wrong, baby?” you cooed, tilting your head, feigning innocence. “tired already?”

choso groans, hands flying to your hips, dark painted nails digging into your flesh. “fuck, you're gonna kill me—”

“or milk you dry.” you wink at him, giggling at the way his cock throbbed at your words. you could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the tension in his shoulders as he fought to keep control. “i thought you said i could take more,” you teased, voice sticky-sweet.

the tattooed man cursed under his breath, jaw locked tight as he watched you slide up and down his length, your arousal coating his veiny shaft, dripping down to his balls, his dark coarse hair shinning with slick. “shit, so fuckin' messy—”

you leaned down, licking a slow, wet stripe up his throat, feeling his pulse hammer against your tongue before whispering, “wanna ride you, sweet boy.”

his whole body jerked.

“holy fuck—” and before he could process anything, you reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his cock, tracing a looong vein going from his base to his swollen tip—hot, leaking. the weight of his piercing pressing against your palm.

your thumb brushed over the Prince Albert, curiosity flicking across your face. his tattoos were hot, his nipple piercings were hot…but this? the idea of that thick metal pressing inside you, once again? fuck.

“y-you sure?" choso stammered, his usual cocky drawl cracking into something desperate. i—i'm quiet big, d-don't wanna hurt you.” his flustered concern was endearingly cute, but you knew better.

“i can take it.”

you dropped. in one go. fast.

“FUCK!” 

his head slammed back against the pillows, his mouth falling open as your tight, soaking heat swallowed him whole, the tip piercing pushing past your entrance, forcing your walls to stretch around both his sheer girth and the unrelenting hardness of the metal.

“shit…” you gasped—his cock stopped right before your bellybutton—your pussy was still struggling to accommodate him, the stretch toeing the line between pleasure and overwhelming fullness.

his happy trail and coarse pubes grazed against yours, adding to the overstimulation, his fat tip hitting something that made your toes curl.

choso's painted nails sank into your ass, black and purple contrasting on your unmarked skin, as he took in the sight of you—you're messy hair, fucked-out expression and the obscene bulge pressing out of your belly.

you bit your lip, rolling your hips just right, feeling the delicious burn of his cock pressing on every spot inside you. “feels so good,” you moaned, taking your sweet time to enjoy every inch. after all, it wasn't everyday that you could fuck a pretty hyper fixated emo man. with a big big cock above all that. “so fucking full—”

choso was hanging on by a thread, every muscle in his body taut. his breath shudders as he tries to keep himself together. but the way you were riding him—slow, teasing, your cunt clamping down around him.

“you little tease,” he panted, voice strained. “you're fuckin' enjoyin' this, huh? making me lose my mind—”

you rolled your hips harder, making him grunt. “mmh, you like it, don't you? like watching me fuck myself on your fat cock?”

his palms landed harshly on your cheeks' ass. making you yelp in surprise. “fuckin' filthy—such a nasty girl we have here—”

you moaned, reveling in the way he filled you so perfectly, the way his big hands manhandled you even though you were the one on top.

suddenly you feel his fingers wrap around your throat. your breath hitched.

“my pretty little slut," he rasped, squeezing just enough to make your head swim, to make you even more aware of his piercing dragging inside you with every pulse of his cock.

his hips bucked up—hard, deep, unrelenting. 

“you want to ride? then ride, baby—correctly.”

your moans turned into choked cries, your body jerking as he thrust up into you, driving his cock into your sweet spot over and over and—

“c-choso, p-please—”

“pussy's like magic," watching as your slick splattered onto the sheets and his abs. "sloshing wetness all over me—fuuuck.” his gaze darkened, locked onto your bouncing tits, onto the way his pierced nipples tingled every time you dragged your nails across them. 

“you feel so good. riding me like a pro," choso was on the edge—panting like he'd lose his mind if he didn't cum soon. “th-thought you were scared it wouldn't fit?”

but you were gushing around him, walls spasming, your tight heat milking his cock for everything he had.

“baby, i—god.”

choso’s whole body tensed as his climax crashed through him. 

his hips jerked, his cock throbbing deep inside you as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled into you—so much that it was concerning. 

his head fell back, a deep, wrecked whimper slipping past his lips as he kept coming, his hands gripping your hips tight, forcing you down onto him, making sure you took every drop.

"shit," you breathed, feeling the warmth flood you. your walls still fluttering from the aftershocks of your own release, thighs burning, your clit throbbing from the stimulation. 

"choso, you're still—"

"i know," he gasped, still throbbing, still leaking inside you. "i can’t—fuck, i can’t stop—"

And neither could you.

it continued.

For hours and hours. 

choso had been relentless, folding you in every position imaginable—his stamina something straight out of a mythological tale.

and you finally stumbled out of the bedroom—legs gone. nonexistent.

you might as well have left them in the sheets because they were absolutely not functioning. you had to grip onto choso's arm just to stay upright, and the smug, self-satisfied grin on his face was not helping.

“fucking finally,” geto drawled from the couch, stretching out his arms. “took you two long enough to get a damn room.”

you groaned, burying your burning face into choso's shoulder. geto should be more worried about if you were leaving that room alive.

gojo, sprawled next to him, smirked. “nah, nah… room or not, i definitely still heard everything.” he turned his head towards choso with a shit-eating smile. “didn't know you had it in you, big guy.” 

choso was… shy? embarrassingly shy. he froze, ears burning, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something—desperately wanting to find an exist to this discussion.

you blinked up at him. confused. because who's that the same man who whispered the filthiest, most dominant shit into your ear?

he was mumbling, looking everywhere but at you. “i hate you both,” he muttered under his breath. staring aggressively at the floor.

geto chuckled, nudging gojo. “oh, this is gold. he's all quiet now. what happened to all that dirty talk, huh? gone?”

you bit your lip, holding back a laugh. he was so shy. and it was adorable.

“actually,” he blurted out, too quickly. “did you know tigers have the strongest bite force among big cats? but hyenas actually have a stronger one in comparison to their body weight?”

silence.

you blinked. gojo and geto stared.

“what?” gojo squinted. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“animals,” choso said even faster, shoving his hands into his pockets like he could just disappear into them. “as you know, i watch a lot of documentaries and—”

gojo wheezed. you smiled.

and the, because you were a menace and because this was the cutest thing you'd ever seen in your life, you leaned in—all slow, all teasing—watching as his ears somehow got even redder when you got close.

as if he hadn't just spent hours rearranging your insides. as if he hadn't been the most depraved man known to life.

you let your fingers graze his forearm, voice sickening sweet. “tell me more.”

his eyes flicked to you, wide, surprised. 

but when he saw that you actually wanted to hear him ramble, when he realized you were genuinely interested—his lips parted slightly. his shoulders relaxed.

and softly—hesitantly—he started talking again.

and it was kinda hot!!

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

I hope the anon who requested that is satisfied !! :3

[corevibeself]

𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮?

The energy of love that I have been feeling around me for the past month has been as intense as swallowing sugar by the buckets. I feel like my insides are turning pink. I'm now realizing my insides are already pink as I'm writing this. Anywho loved doing this reading xxxx

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 1 ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 2 ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 3

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 1

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜: 𝙈𝙮 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚 - 𝙈𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙠𝙞

Your future spouse is going to be such a best friend! The energy I’m getting from this reading is that you two might be mirroring each other. I like to say same vibe tribe because you’re vibrating at the same frequency—so if this sounds like you, that may be why.

Your future spouse is the kind of person who gets along with anyone as long as they’re kind and respectful. They steer way clear of drama-seekers and can’t stand judgmental people. They’re deeply empathetic, and I feel like they’ve had experiences that made them someone who stands up for others.

One specific scenario I saw (which may not apply to everyone, but still serves as an example) is that they might have a sibling with a disability who was made fun of, and that experience shaped them into this sensitive, socially aware person who cannot tolerate hate. They know judgment brings nothing but misery, and they refuse to contribute to it.

They’re incredibly compassionate and understanding. You never have to be afraid of making mistakes with this person because they don’t see mistakes as something to hold over you. To them, as long as you’re honest and open about where you’re coming from, that’s all they need. They believe real relationships are built on mutual understanding and vulnerability—and trust me, they walk the talk.

Emotionally mature? Check. Emotionally intelligent? Double check.

They’re also very opinionated, but not in a bad way. I’m seeing a situation where someone says something rude, and this person immediately shuts it down, defending you without hesitation. Or, let’s say you’re watching a reality show together, like Love Island—if they see something unfair, they will speak up about it. They’re passionate about fairness, kindness, and doing what’s right.

I also get the sense that they can be selfless to the point of giving more than they should. They know they have a tendency to take on too much, but at the same time, they don’t mind if it drains them—especially if it means helping someone they care about. Noble souls, they are.

This might also be why they spend a lot of time indoors. Not because they’re antisocial—more like their energy gets scattered easily. Honestly? Big neurodivergent vibes, possibly ADHD. They’ve got this huge heart, a million interests, and a natural tendency to care for others.

They’re what I’d call an introverted extrovert. They’re not shy, but people can drain them quickly. I wouldn’t be surprised if they work in the mental health field, something related to justice, or are super passionate about social justice in general.

And let me tell you—this person has your back in every sense of the word. If you’ve ever craved a connection where you’re fully understood, where you can be 100% yourself without fear of judgment—this is it. They’re exactly what you’ve been needing.

They just have this gift for making people open up. They see the beauty in others, in the world, and they bring so much balance. I wouldn’t be shocked if they have Libra in their chart—Libra rising, maybe?

Their energy is so sweet. I can see them genuinely asking how your day was, really listening because they truly care.

And honestly? If I could tell this person one thing, it would be to see how beautiful of a soul they truly are.

They feel like a modern-day knight. Hehehe.

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 2

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜: 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 -𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙭

This person’s been through some tough shit, but I see them bippity-bopping their way out of it like the fairy godmother. They might’ve been through foster homes—I also had a vision of couch-hopping—so it could be that they’ve got lots of connections and friends who support them because their family may not. I just get the feeling they dealt with a lot of challenges in their childhood or teen years, and it sparked this change in them. Instead of turning to darkness and letting it define their whole life, they became a doer.

They just know how to grind, how to better themselves, and how to be a good person—which they are. They’re willing to do what it takes to heal. I don’t want to get graphic, but this person may have developed coping mechanisms in the past but has grown out of them.

They’re the type to drop anything they’re doing to help you if you needed it. And they have this way of surprising you. I literally just saw a vision of a guy in a store, minding his business, buying groceries or whatever, and then he just randomly sees something that reminds him of you. It’s a funny energy—like, he’s impulsive like that. He’ll just grab it and bring it back to you, and it’s something completely stupid. You’ll be like, “Why did you buy this stuffed penguin?” and he’ll just shrug and say, “It reminded me of you.” It’s cute, but like... what?! Hahahaha.

This person tends to suppress their emotions, unsure whether to communicate them or not, because they might have some fears around vulnerability. But trust that when they feel safe, they’ll open up to you.

I also kind of saw that this person might be loud (relatable AF). Not in a bad way—just very expressive. I feel like they were the class clown, secretly depressed because shit was bad at home, and teachers were like, “Why are you so loud?” No, but seriously—they’re hilarious. I felt very giggly during this reading.

This person has charm—like, their humour is their superpower. You really wouldn’t guess what they’ve been through because they’re such a ray of sunshine.

And kids? This person is hilarious with them. It’s like they can fully be themselves around children, or they just have this youthful energy no matter their age. If you’re into someone who brings the fun, is goofy but surprisingly deep—this is your person. Genuine. Authentic. I love ittttt.

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 3

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜: 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 - 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚

Daddy Vibes, HA! This person has a great drive—like, a very determined person. I see them getting up constantly, even if they keep falling. This has made them into someone that gives off major "They can do anything" vibes.

Need to kill a spider? Done. Craving something from the store late at night? They’ll do it so nonchalantly, like, I see them just going, "So what do you need?"—face blank AF.

Okay, if anyone is a K-pop fan, Yoongi from BTS totally gives these vibes. He’ll do things for you even if he doesn’t look happy doing it, but it’s not that he’s unhappy. It’s just that taking care of people comes so naturally to him that he doesn’t even see it as a big deal. That’s this person. It’s their role—to take care of you.

They have lots of goals. Like I said, they’ve got this drive. I see backup plan after backup plan after backup plan. Like, "This job isn’t for me? That’s fine. I also really like this. And if that doesn’t work, I have connections. I can travel. I know how to charm and talk to people. I have ways." That’s the energy they give.

Scattered AF, though, but they’re working on it. This person just always has money. You don’t gotta worry about them ever being a lazy bum. It’s not that they’re a millionaire—they’ve just healed their wound around security. They don’t see work as a passion; they see it as "I get this done so I can do my passions." And that’s awesome. Some people need to work in a field they’re passionate about, but this person? They just trust that the universe has their back so they can enjoy their passions, because their passions have nothing to do with work—and they’re fine with that.

If you’re the type of person that doesn’t wanna work your whole life, this person doesn’t mind working for you, honestly. Like, they love you.

They might come off a bit intimidating at first when y’all meet. They just have a good head on their shoulders because of past experiences. Don’t be afraid. I’m getting very mature vibes—like I said earlier... DAAAADDDYYYY.

Some of y’all may have daddy issues, like... that’s okay. So does 90% of the population—we’re on a healing journey here, HAHAHA.

This person looks ahead. They don’t get stuck in the past, so they won’t ever hold shit over your head. The past is the past. We grow as human beings. They’re open-minded and see things from other perspectives, which is so refreshing. Don’t be afraid to express your opinions or feelings—this person wants to help.

If you want a family, they’ll be an amazing father. Also, they might look like a working person. I’m seeing that if their job is physical, you can see it on them—like, maybe they smell like oil because they’re a mechanic. A job where you can literally see the results on them physically.

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<3<3<3

AHHHH my first reading on here. To whoever reads this, I enjoyed doing this. I love everything about this. I'm so passionate, and I'm so grateful to whoever this reaches. XXXX

[facultativeactivity]

I think one reason behind the rise of the tonetag was that people online started to use words like 'seriously' or 'literally' in ways that did not indicate that they were being either serious or literal, either for dramatic effect or as part of a bit. So we needed to develop special cues to indicate that we're not doing that.

It's kinda fascinating actually how social media nurtured a culture where hot takes and over-exaggerated reactions are so prevalent and expected that we needed to develop an in-character/out-of-character tag system akin to online RP, or safe words in BDSM, just to indicita when we're serious or genuine, or exaggerating, but only as a joke and not as a way to get our genuine opinion through someone's inflated stimuls treshold.

I'm not even entirely averse of that, as I'm very much a dramatic bitch and do enjoy engaging that kind of fun from time to time (even though not all the time when I'm online)

But yeah, we need to make sure that our OOC tagging system is as obvious as it can be so it can fulfill its purpose

As much debate as there is about tone tags, 90% of the issues would be solved by just typing the word. Like instead of typing /gen or /hj you can just write (genuine) or (handjob) and you'll be doing pretty much the exact same thing.

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you and paige get caught

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paigebueckers fit check

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user3 yes paige! give us nothing!

user4 she been soft launching for two years give us a crumb please 😩

azzi35 you're welcome

paigebueckers you a real one

kamoreaarnold girl boo! we get it

paigebueckers don't be salty that you single and i'm not

user5 hard launch already

user6 leave her alone

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ynpriv possessive much?

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paigenobuckets all mine

azzipriv guys there are children here... kk look away

notkka girl boo i am an adult nikanotmuhl kk lying is bad notkka not you roasting me all the way from seattle space needle

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paige was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. she was already dressed, just waiting on you, who said they were going to be done ten minutes ago — twice. 

“baby! we gotta get going soon!” paige tucked her phone into her pocket, moving towards the bathroom where you were. just as she was about to open the door, you pull it open, stepping out, messing with your hair.

“how do i look?” you run your hands down your sides.

paige’s jaw dropped, always in awe of you. “damn, ma. give me a twirl.” you did. “you look beautiful.”

heat crawled up your neck to your cheeks. walking towards her, your reach up, placing your hands on her cheeks to pull her down for a kiss, which she happily lets you. 

“let’s go?”

“let’s go.”

paige drove through the streets of downtown los angeles, left hand on the steering wheel, the other gently gripping your thigh.

“you sure no one’s gonna recognize you there?” you ask, hands playing with paige’s fingers.

“people probably will, but we take about it. it’s about time they find out the hot ass woman i’m with.”

“oh, stop. we been together two years, you don’t gotta woo me anymore.”

“where’s the fun in that?”

you laugh, a hand coming to rest on the back of paige’s neck, thumb stroking her jaw.

the lights in the packed arena shone bright, casting a golden glow over the court as the game was about to start. you and paige decided to sit away from the court, not wanting to be seen right away if they were court side. you were excited to say the least. any chance to be out in public with paige was rare, always looking over your shoulder for cameras, but for once you didn’t care.

your relationship with paige had been private since the very beginning, but not secret. paige was a public figure, everything she did was put under a microscope. you, on the other hand, was just a student at uconn, catching her eyes as you watched her play from the crowd. 

between her growing fame and the scrutiny of the media, it was easier this way. no unnecessary drama, no outside pressure — just the two of you, safe in your own little bubble. but tonight, after a long talk, you both agreed it was time to step out of that bubble and what better way to do so than a basketball game, just two fans in a sea of thousands.

dressed in hoodies and caps pulled low, healed comfortably in the suite. your legs crossed together as you sat, paige’s hand finds its place on your thigh. 

“okay nil money,” you say looking around the private suite. “you being my sugar daddy huh?” she shrugs, playing it cool, rubbing her hands together. “if you keep doing those rizz hands i’m gonna break up with you.”

“c’mon ma, don’t be like that.” she wraps an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into her. “you love me too much.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night.”

the game has been going amazingly. the sparks making all their shots. everything was going smoothly until the dreaded moment.

the arena’s jumbotron lit up with the words kiss cam, the camera panning over various couples as the crowd cheered each time a pair kissed. you watched absentmindedly until some familiar faces filled the massive screen.

your face.

and paige’s

your stomach dropped when you realized what was happening.

“oh shit,” paige mumbled, trying to stop a smirk from showing on her face. you shove her away hiding your face in your hands.

the crowd erupted in cheers and whistles as the camera lingered on your both, broadcasting your stunned expressions to the entire arena.

paige turned to you, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and and amusement. “well… this is awkward.” 

your heart raced, heat creeping up your neck as the attention of thousands of fans bore onto you. you could already imagine the headlines, the videos, the endless speculation. but then paige did something that made your breath hitch. 

she smiled.

not the nervous, camera-ready smile she flashed for interviews, but the one reserved for you — the soft, knowing one that said i got you. 

screw it.

you grabbed the front of her hoodie, pulling her close as your lips met hers in a soft but unmistakable kiss. the crowd went wild, cheering and clapping, filling the arena with noise. when you finally pulled away, paige was grinning, her fingers tightening around yours.

“well,” she said, leaning in as the screen switched to a different couple. “i guess the secret’s out.”

you laughed, squeezing her hand. “yeah, but at least we got to choose how.”

“we?” paige gave you a teasing shocked expression. “what do you mean we? it was you!”

“shut up,” you mumbled, hiding your face in her neck. she pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your head before turning her attention back to the game.

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paigebueckers the kiss cam kinda outed us tho @/ynpriv

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user1 HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH

user2 we waited two years for this!!!

azzi35 y/n baby leave her and let's get married

ynpriv baby i do paigebueckers uh... hello??? no you do not azzi35 call me miss steal yo girl paigebueckers THERES NO STEALING

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kamoreaarnold girl i was CACKLING when i saw y'all on tmz

ynpriv did i look good? kamoreaarnold you looked hot paigebueckers you people need to stop flirting with my girl

nika.muhl ugh i miss her so much

ynpriv nika baby come home the kids and i miss you paigebueckers im done

[bookshelfdreams]

no, I'm gonna say it out loud actually:

Cliques and circles forming in fandom is normal. People with similar tastes and opinions will naturally flock together.

This is because for most people, fandom is a fun and relaxing thing they engage with in their limited spare time. Most people do not want to spend that free time obsessing over things that annoy, anger, or upset them.

It might therefore seem like something is uncontroversial when it in fact is not. But, again, most people do not spend their days endlessly complaining about things they hate because, to most people, this sort of constant negativity is draining. It is much more fun and rewarding to engage with things or people we like.

Eventually, most people will develop a tendency to simply ignore, filter out, and block the things/people that annoy them, because engaging with those things very quickly gets frustrating.

Yes, that does create an environment where a certain type of fraudster can thrive. This is not a flaw; this is every human community ever. Unless, of course, you are surrounded by people who are extremely hostile towards and suspicious of everyone around them. That wouldn't be much of a community though, would it?

Because, and I cannot stress this enough, most people do not go around scrutinizing the backstory and personal life of everyone they meet. We generally believe each other, and not doing so, as default, is deranged. Suspecting everyone who writes fic you find distasteful or has opinions you dislike of being this much of a fraudster is not a healthy attitude to have. Extending goodwill and grace towards your friends is normal.

Again, yes, liars and manipulators will exploit that. But that's not the fault of the people being lied to.

If you perceive only yourself and the people you like as individuals with nuanced opinions and everyone else as a hostile hivemind out to get you, you might have a tiny bit of a persecution complex going on.

If you make this situation about your silly little shipwar, then idk what to tell you.

[marbofmoorock]

TADC Swap AU story: Another day in paradise?

One day, Caine was enjoying a day off from the adventures, as Pomni announced surprisingly that the adventure were canceled today due to technical difficulties.

Caine, (more quiet and timid than his Canon counterpart), decided to go for a walk outside, at the digital lake. He could drink some water. That always helped him calm down.

A Caine walked, he ran into Jax. Jax was almost the opposite of his Canon counterpart in this swap, as he was rather kind and Considerate to a fault, and was kind of a Considerate older brother to Caine.

"Eeey, Chuckleface, everything alright today?"

"I guess Jax, it just still feels strange getting used to all this. It's been almost a month, and In still having difficulty keeping up, and I think Pomni does not like me." Caine thought about a moment where he caught Pomni glaring at him for a split second after having one too many panic attacks before the adventures even start.

"DON'T worry about it, it's not the end of the world. Pomni is an ai, she doesn't understand humans like us very well. All we can do to help her is play along and continue to suggest more humane adventures, with trial and error, she's bound to get it right."

Caine thought about Jax's thought, seeing the validity in patience and further implementation of ideas to help Pomni make fun adventures for everyone. "I...guess that makes sense. Say, do you wanna lap around the lake with me?"

"Sure." Said Jax, happy with his sly, but kind yellow smile and dapper patchwork outfit with a bow tie, looking like some storybook character who lives in a Burrow or shoe.

They walk for a bit, leaving the tent outside, and they spot Gangle, who was kinda grumpy looking at this hole in the ground.

"Hey Gangle," called out Jax to her, "whatcha dooin?"

Gangle, seeing Jax, breathes out in a rather heavy and huffy way, with a small scowl. "Oh, nothing really, just checking out this weird hole."

Jax and Caine came over and observed the hole as well, finding it odd that there was one, it looked deeper, but it was too small for anyone to fit inside it

"What do you suppose is inside? Have. Either of you guys found holes like this before?" Said Caine, curious.

"Well, I sure didn't dig it." Said Gangle, grumpily huffing, then walking off. "If anyone needs me, I'm gonna fuck off and drown myself again."

"Gangle we can't die, remember?"

"DON'T remind me..." yelled out Gangle as she left kinda furrowed.

"What's with her?"

"I dunno Caine, she's been grouchy ever since I got here. She's pretty nice otherwise."

"I had a feeling that was the case." Thought Caine as he and Jax watch Gangle walk away.

Their moment is interrupted by a mallet hitting each of their heads.

"Ow, what gives, this is-oh...it's you."

Rags walks up from behind.

"Buzz Off Rags."

"Make me~" Said Rags, a man spirited prankster, "and Chuckleboy her could lose some teeth. But Don't worry~ Pomni will give you gold teeth." She said sadistically, swinging her mallet trying to hit Caine's teeth, of which Caine runs for his life from. "HEEEEEEELP. POMNIIIIII"

"Tattletail! Snitches get Stitches! Now come here, and let me be your dentist for a day." Rags Yellow, running after Caine in her jean overalls, determined to make an example of Caine, who runs just fast enough to outrun her.

Pomni pops up, snapping her fingers, and freezing me and Rags in place.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, once again fighting like little children, you guys are something else. I'm putting you both in time out."

"Pomni, Raggy here was trying to operate on Caine today."

Pomni, liking Jax for his agreeableness, believes him, and glares at Rags, as she secretly detected her messing up the adventures for fun, deciding to let Caine go, and transports Rags away.

"You boys enjoy her day. Adventures await tomorrow~" She says, disappearing.

Caine and Jax keep going, eventually running into Kinger who sits on a bench by the lake.

"Oh, hi guys, how's it going?

"Were good Kinger, Caine, and I were just enjoying the view too." *Jax and Caine joined Kinger.

"We found a hole." Said Caine.

"OH, how interesting. I wonder what it's for."

"We don't know, but we decided to leave it alone."

"That's probably for the best." Kinger said, then trailing off, lookin at the sun.

Caine, Jax, and Kinger join him as they state outc into the distance, forgetting about their original plans for a walk.

(End)

some swap au screenshot redraws

[lemonthesh4rk]

Have you noticed who's NOT in the Misadventures crypts?

Okay so I know we've all been crying and mourning the canonized deaths of all the emperors in empires smp, but have you noticed that like, not everyone is there??

Here's a list of all the ppl in the crypts (as far as I've seen there could be more and i could be forgetting a few)

Pearl s1 - "The Goddess"

Fwhip s1 - "The Tinkerer"

Fwhip s2 - "The Goblin"

Gem s1 - "The Wizard"

Gem s2 - "The Dawn Princess"

Jimmy s1 - "The Codfish Boy"

Jimmy s2 - "The Sheriff"

Shubble s1 - "The Gnome"

Shubble s2 - "The Witch of Evermore"

Katherine s1 - "The Sheep Queen"

Ren for some reason??? - "The Red King"

Katherine s1 - "The Sheep Queen"

Joey s1 - "Ruler of the Lost Empire"

Joey s2 - "The Pirate King"

Pix s1 - "The King of Copper"

Pix s2 - "The Archeologist"

Joel s1 - "The Mezalean King"

Joel s2 - "The God of Thunder"

Lizzie s1 - "The Queen of the Ocean"

Lizzie s2 - "The Mayor of Animailia"

Scott s1 - "The Elvish Emperor"

Oli s2 - "The Bard"

Now this is probably just because Sausage (since he made it) had limited space or he was just picking emperors that were played by people participating in Misadventures as a fun little easter egg for them

BUT IN THE LORE-

Okay before I start to ramble I want to clarify some more things, the list above is just a list of people who had names on their crypts/were named in their "boss" battle (those being Shubble s1, Katherine s1, and Joey s2, as ppl who became individual bosses/enemies for the person running the crypt to fight). That being said, there is also a phase in the crypt where you have to kill several skeleton sheep, and in his episode Sausage refers the them as Blood Sheep, there is also a larger tomb labeled "The King", where the players can bring raw gold to get more dungeon loot. I'm going to infer through these two references that Sausage s1 aka the Mythland King is also in the Crypt.

Also Pearl s1, Gem s1, and Fwhip s1 all had their tombs in the same room as the "The King"'s crypt, so that is probably a room dedicated to the Wither Rose Alliance, further proving that Mythland Sausage is probably "The King".

Although she does not have a labeled tomb, False from s2 is also likely buried in the crypt, as by looking at Lizzie's mc skin history she has several recent skins with skull heads, likely used as decoration for the dungeon, one of which has False's goggles on it. (in case you're curious the other skull skins were Oli s2 (had his hat), Pix s1 (had his crown), Joey s2 (had his hat), and a 4th one that has some sort of markings on the side which i'm choosing to interpret as axolotl gills for Lizzie s1 although it's not quite clear)

Okay future me here she does have a labeled tomb it's called "Emperor of Cogsmeade" it just hadn't been shown in any of the youtube povs I watched

There is also another few crypts, those being "The Withered Man", "The Vampire", "The Protector" (which might be katherine s2?), and "The Warrior" (and the Warrior's Companion so I don't think that's Katherine as she didn't really have a dog)

So here's the list of emperors who were NOT in the crypts based on everything we've gathered;

Katherine s2

Scott s2

Sausage s2

The majority of this list is s2, which makes some sense

But I think that raises another question

How are Pearl and Sausage from s1 in the Misadventures crypts?

Pix in s2 discovered their tombs in the catacombs in empires s2

It's very possible that they were moved, but STILL

so uh yeah

just something i noticed

This post has been edited as I did leave out some ppl mb

[sweeneydino]

Hi!! Love all the stuff you have on this blog!! I was wondering about your wrong parent AU, how would this change how the boys grow up, like with more of a motherly presence than their rat dad (though maybe she is just as a “sensei” as splinter…who knows XD) or is this like a time travel situation? AAA sorry im excited about this awesome AU!!!

Anywho, sorry for my ramblings I don’t write asks very often and there is no pressure to answer! Thanks so much for all the cool things you do! Lol I love seeing your stuff on my dash :D

It'd be a lot different! I guess I can list a few I thought of,,,

So, Rat!Mom.

She’s still a bit paranoid (how can you not be with the Shredder actively trying to find out what happened to you, where you are, and if you're actually dead), but shes more focused on trying to give her kids as normal of a life as she can and definitely not hiding all her stress underneath endless piles of work.

Mikey plays alot of games and is more adept at cooking, Raph's painting more often and always trying to help his mom with cleaning(yes, hes a mama's boy), Donnie is creating and creating and always wanting to go bigger, and Leo and Karai(yes, Karai :]) play fight alot(so many wars...) when they aren’t watching Space Heroes 24/7 or trying to explore outside the home.

Then, maybe during one of her dumpster dives, she finds some convenient "Chris Bradford" training tapes that they start to gain an interest in ninjutsu. She's not too pleased with it, but since they enjoy it, she tries to be more open to it(she conflicted)

They do go out and about earlier than Canon(with a curfew), meet April earlier too(her and her dad are a little different), and Karai and April become BFFS. (Unless...)

The kids still call her sensei or variations of mom, which ones? Probably all depending on what they did.

Now, fighting bad guys? She did not raise them for that /hj

In reality, when she sees her kids scratched up from fights topside, they are usually pretty quick to inform her what happened(except for two). They get carefully patched up, and scolded before being told to rest for a while(grounded). Which is definitely not so she can keep an eye on them.

And she is certainly not stressed whatsoever👍

Also…

“She was as beautiful as she was kind, and as kind as she was intelligent”

- Splinter

…probably meaning emotional intelligence, or somethin but i think itd be fun if she was just…. Fred.

As in Traps galore, I mean imagine it-

You're Chris Bradford, greatest actor (and martial artist ig) of all time, and your chasing what you presume to be your bosses stubborn former lover,(who you kind of hate ngl) and then you think you have her cornered, just for the ground to cave in beneath you cause whoops, she boobytrapped the whole place.

She can still be emotionally intelligent too, but the traps are staying.

Other than the traps, I do think Rat! Shen will have some other types of self-defense training during the time she was in hiding. Girl is not risking shit.

When it comes to VS. Shredder bits, she'd definitely use everything she can to her advantage, especially her rat abilities. Climbing, gnawing, scratching, hissing; just get the fuck away from her and her kids.

There’s no planned ships atm (other than Shen x Yoshi, but that's the point- hes ded anyway)

Lastly, Im thinking of probably at least three separate versions or “alternate timelines” for the WP au, or two divergents of the wp au canon lol. One where the original turts find Shen and her turts pre-adventure, one post-adventure and/or during the shredder kidnap arc(i will not elaborate) and the least timefuckery timeline where Rat mom and her babies gotta march on without future “assistance” 🤷 im sure they’ll be fine(they willllll)

Thank you all for being interested in this ^ ^ "

I actually don't have much planned for this since it was just another random idea(you can probably tell hdgdhdg), but I'm always happy to see everyone's ideas! It helps a lot with my scattered-brain--

And one FINAL, final thing

Im not sorry.

[ihateitallsomerandomguy]

MY ROTTMNT OC REFERENCE!!! YAPIIII :D

so! Meet the! *drum roll* ELIN! My new rottmnt OC! (The full name is Elin Cruman.)

I'm gonna write abt her some things soooo... yeah hehe :3

Her lore: As a child, Elin had no friends because everyone considered her strange and bad because of her violent nature and anger control problems. Elin had a very strong Thirst for adventure. She loved to go outside and climb some abandoned buildings or stay in the woods for a little while, for a little while because she didn't want to bother her family with her missing lol.

A few years later, when she had already grown up, she decided that when she reached a certain age, she would move to New York and study at the university there. The day after her eighteenth birthday, her father decided to tell her about his original plans for Elin. It turns out that he and his mother wanted to move, but they couldn't choose between New York and some other city, but after learning that their eldest daughter would move to New York to study at a good university, they still decided where they would move to, and decided to surprise their eldest daughter.

When her father told Elin everything on the day of the move, she, well.. was in complete shock and was not happy and glad, because she did not want to be under the control of her parents again, but they reassured her on the way during the move that they would not monitor and take care of her since she was already an adult and could take care of herself By myself.

As soon as they got there, they examined the new house. It turned out to be quite great and big for five people and for a big dog. And finally Elin started going to her new college, where unfortunately only a small part of the people are afraid of her again because of her violent nature, but since it was only a small part of the people, everything was good enough for Elin. She also meets April O'Neill and Sunita there, and after a week of hanging out together, they become friends.

A few months later, it turned out that Sunita is Yokai. And when a year passed, Elin was introduced to the turtles and at the first meeting she really liked Raph (in friend way ofc). The big turtle was a lot of fun to tease and prank along with Leo or Mikey. They spend time together very often and Raph slowly begins to feel sympathy for Elin. What would they do in such a situation? We'll find out later hehe! ;3

Personality: Because of anger issues, she can get angry pretty quickly, but she still tries to control it, even though she doesn't always succeed. She is very boisterous and cocky, likes to tease or make fun of anyone (most often it's Leo, Raph and Donnie). As I said before, she loves adventures very much, so she constantly asks to go on missions with the turtles, but most often she is refused, namely, Raph refuses because he does not want her to hurt herself, but even so, Elin still sometimes secretly followed them on missions and they drove her back home or else somewhere, but not for them on a mission.

Relationship with others:

This template I took from @angellustrates . Thank you so much!

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Okay, all, as promised: here's a compiled list of the Tech Lives fics I've read so far! I haven't read nearly as many yet as I would like, so if your work isn't mentioned here please feel free to add your work to this list! I'm still looking for more recommendations (let's be real, I'm ALWAYS looking for recommendations 😅) and I'm excited to read some more!

(Also, can I take a moment to offer my highest compliments to all you authors?? You all are FANTASTIC writers and motivate me to up my game too! 😍)

Happy reading and Tech Lives!!!

***Works by other writers:

TBB Season 2 Finale Fix-Its, by Niobium - a collection of stories with various means by which Tech survives (I've only read through the first two so far, but they are very fun reads. One involves Phee having a Jedi background, another involves Hondo... and it goes on!) @niobiumao3

Familiar, by AurumAstra - Tech's experience post-fall plus Omega finding Tech post-epilogue, told from Omega's and Tech's POVs (a work in progress) @gonky-kong

Awake, by PaulSimonBarCarloson - an alternate to the series finale, with many very interesting twists including Tech as CX2 - and with a happy ending

Stolen Time, by KyberCrystals94 - Omega finds Tech post-epilogue and Tech reunites with the family on Pabu @kybercrystals94

Alive, by Lif61 - Echo tries reaching Tech via comms, even though he knows Tech couldn't have survived... (I found it to be a heartwrenching read but the ending is great!) @lifblogs

Works by archivewriter1 - I'm linking the post where the author lists the stories with descriptions. The stories are fantastic and many involve an adorable OC named Darik! @archivewriter1ont

***My works:

Lost and Found - Tech is found and reunited with his family post-epilogue, told from Tech's, Crosshair's, and Phee's POVs

The Lost One - related to the above; more details from Echo's and Omega's POVs, as they find Tech post-epilogue

The Start of Something New - TechPhee including after Tech's return, from Hunter's POV

Protector - Hunter's POV as he learns to adjust post-Tantiss, culminating in Tech's return

[peanutheaddd]

Hello! I absolutely love all of your art; the style, the writing, the comedy. All of it, really. And I've been looking at your swap art, (because who hasn't, honestly?), and I was wondering....

Dimension travel bullshit is my favorite type of crossover, so what do you think would happen if your swap au happened to meet the regulars? I think it would be interesting, mostly because the "villains" would see their lives if they chose different coping mechanisms, and the "heros" would see how their life could have been if they gave in to their negative side. But the "good guys" would also find a sense of empathy for their counterpart, because they went through very similar situations, they just had different circumstances.

But also this train of thought started because Dogman has a house, and had one even before he was Dogman, and Greg doesn't. And how their living situations would be talked about, or whatever.

Anyways, anyways, I'm rambling. I just find crossover meet-ups very interesting and fun to play around with. This wasn't a draw request, (although you could do that if you wanted. Hint-hint, nudge-nudge. Winky face.), I just wanted to see your thoughts! Love you!

THANK YOU FOR THESE ASKS AND FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS 😭😭😭😭😭💪💪💪💪💪💪!!!! i lwk never thot abt having swap and canon meet so this was very fun to think about tehe!!!!!! the drawings below are under the anons scenario of the peteys switching places tehe 🤭🤭

it would def be Very jarring for petey and swap dog man . theyre used to the other person being high energy and silly 24/7 that seeing the other person being Serious and aloof would make them Rlly uncomfortable . like anon said it would def make them appreciate their versions of dog man / petey altho theyd never admit it LOLLLLL

CONVERSELY swap petey and dog man would be having the times of their lives GOLIIJNNNGGGG petey and dog man have the dynamic of guy who is going through the horrors x guy who is going lalala (thinking abt the plot in .. brawl of the wild methinks. where petey isolates himself from lil petey bc he thinks he can never be a good person and then it Very Abruptly switches to the b plot of dog man throwing up bc he kept eating chiefs stupid claymation clay.) so that dynamic would go up a notch if the peteys switched places LOLLLLLLLLL

i think for the most part dog man and swap petey would spend most of their time tgth js having fun and getting up to shit . they see the other person less as a different dog man / petey but more like a new friend who happens to look like dog man / petey LOLLLL theyd start taking the switch more seriously if it lasts a while bc then theyd start missing their respective sillies really bad

ultimately they are overjoyed to get their own peteys back ^_^ hehe ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL!

[just-a-sketchbook]

First Quilt!

It has been a lot of fun and a lot of trial and error but it's done!!!

It's roughly 1.20 x 1.20m (which is a number of feet I can't be bothered to look up but let's say it's about child sized and it'll be great to chill on the couch).

I want to thank @langdon813 who I've never talked to (sorry if you hate being tagged) but whose gorgeous Drunkard path quilts made me wanna do it too :)

I had never done any quilting before (but I did sew), so here's what I've learned, if any beginner is interested in jumping off the deep end the way I did and wants advice from someone who has freshly acquired experience but will also not use any confusing technical terms (with pictures!) :

Fabric picking : so most advice I read was to go for pre-selected bundles of fabric that already go together, but I'm contrary and like to do my own thing so I used wax fabric (the blue ones on top the pile) I had laying around, which I strongly recommend: it's very easy to cut due to it being waxed, and I added a few fat squares from the shop, plus I also had the orange and blue floral and I based the coulour scheme on it. One thing that's true is it would have been easier to work with fabric of the same thickness, and the floral was givne to me by my ma who got in on trip to Thailand and it was alot thinner than the rest which didn't help.

Cutting: I got a rotary cutter for the occasion and it's great! Do not maybe push too hard on it and give yourself nerve damage the way I did (temporary but still), it's actually ery sharp and easy to use, so long as your template doesn't slip you're fine

Piecing :Yes you can do curved piecing even if you have zero experience, you just gotta make a template and

pin it a lot.

1/4 inch margins is the standard so I rolled with it because I don't like converting, but when you're strictly metric it is kind of annoying but doable because my machine does have a 1/4 inch mark and if you stick a length of tape along it it's pretty easy to follow, even for curved piecing.

Layout: At some point you've got to decide the layout is done, because I've re-arranged the blocks at least 6 times and it's a very good way to go insane. (For rough reference, my plan was to have no repeat fabrics in any of the circle-in-a-square blocks, and I only made one mistake which I clocked too late to change)

Chain piecing!! Meaning you pile your blocks together in a specific order (that I personnaly wrote straight up on each piece with a very sophisticated letter/numbers down/across system) and then just sew them together in a line without having to cut the thread between each pair. Looks a little like a fanion banner and at some point it feels like you'll be forever tangled into it but then it's magic :) It's not that hard actually and will save you a lot of time + there's a lot of online tutorials you can use.

Basting! (which it took me while to understand is the part where you attach the backing, the fluff and the quilt top together) : you need more safety pins. Safety pins will save you from the wrinkles and the unfortunate oopsies of realising you've caught your backing double folded into your quilting stitch, which I did a good three times and was not fun to undo. Also, I forgot to tape the backing to the floor and it probably would have helped with the wrinkling...

Backing : I used an old linen table cloth I got for 10€ at a charity shop, and I've still got about 2/3 of it left, so I recommend that, it's sturdy but soft enough, doesn't thread easily and can be washed at very high temps, if that's a thing you do.

Quilting! Well, my machine came with a quilting foot for free motion quilting (which means you're the one moving the fabric along in whichever direction and you can sort of draw with your stitches) and it seemed fun so I did that, and here's what I learned : curves are hard but doable, also my machine doesn't like to go back (kept skipping sitiches for some reason) so it involves a lot of shifting the quilt around, which isn't easy considering the bulk. And also, drawing the quilting pattern you want so you can follow it while quilting actually does help, I used an iron/heat-erasable pen and it worked just fine. Check your stitch tension, mine was too loose and I realised too late so there's spots where I could pull on the thread and it looped, had to stitch back over that.

Quilitng pattern : I wasn't sure what to do, supposedly your batting (aka: the fluff) comes with instructions on how tight you should quilt to avoid it coming apart through use but I got mine cut at the fabric shop and forgot to ask so I just rolled with a rough 10cm maximum distance in between stitching lines but tried to do less in most places. According to many blogs : the tighter your lines the stiffer your quilt, so I kept it loose for comfort. (Picture is halfway done, I added a smaller square/circle inside each square/circle and if you look at it you'll see it's actually diagonal lines form one end of the fabric to the other.)

Binding is boring, and there's nothing to it. I got a length of pre-cut bias binding, machine-sewed it front to front to the quilt top side of the quilt and the folded it back and secured it by hand to the back with a ladder stitch. Took me roughly and entire rewatch of the Last Of Us. There's a trick to doing the corners that's fairly simple but I've lost the tutorial...

Overall : I got myself a quilting book with techinques and such and it helped, but there's a ton of stuff online, and once you get over the very Christian American mum vibe of most of the blogs, it's all very helpful (and gorgeous!) (no offense meant to Christian American mums, it's just a bit of a culture shock from where I'm standing).

[yuumcbr]

Theory about the Yuus from the manga

I remember hearing about a theory during the beginning of the Ocvinelle arc that would be that each Yuu would practically represent an insecurity of the arc's overblot.

Let me explain, we know that every time a manga arc ends and another begins, the protagonist "Yuu"'s appearance and personality changes.

ATENTION: I saw this theory over a year ago in a short video on Tik Tok that I can no longer find, if anyone knows the owner of the video or has already seen it and knows the person's @, please tell me so I can give due credit.

WARNING: Spoiler alert, this post reveals spoilers up to book 4, telling a small detail of book 5, read at your own risk.

The first protagonist is Emma Yuuken, a serious and tall teenager, but who has fun and is a nice person despite his frowning appearance.

I remember when I heard about this theory, they said that the insecurity that Yuu has in the overblotter from the arc (Riddle Rosehearts) would be his height.

And for me this made a certain sense, since the only people who had the courage to go against Riddle were taller than him (I'm not saying that everyone who was taller than him stood up to him, but that the ones who did were taller). Some examples would be Floyd, Leona and maybe… Vil?

Vil wouldn't go against Riddle, but he always managed to say no to him (this is something I always liked about Vil, he knows how to say no and knows how to stand firm in his decisions).

Another factor that makes sense to me is that the only time Riddle went against an order from his mother, he was a small child and even though they say that size doesn't matter, the size of the person you're going against can still be intimidating.

Riddle's mother was always tall, and I'm not just referring to her physical height. She was influential, intelligent, and recognized by everyone in the city. She was among the 'biggest' in society.

Not to mention that Riddle also shows countless times that he doesn't like people talking about his height, because even though he knows that height doesn't mean power, a part of him still believes otherwise.

That's why a tall Yuu would be 'adequate' for this insecurity of the first overblot.

The second Yuu we are introduced to is Hirasaka Yuuka, she is a serious girl and very good at fighting, even defeating 3 members of Savanaclaw alone and fighting on equal terms against Jack alongside Deuce.

And we all know that the country where Leona grew up is very respectful of women, we even have a vignette where Cater explains this to Kalim.

Not to mention that in a pride of lions, the lionesses are the ones who do the hunting, so they are usually very strong. Ruggie once comments that the women of Afterglow Savana are very strong and sometimes scary.

We have also seen countless times (at events) that Leona simply 'lowers' her head to the women's decisions, deciding not to argue and just help if possible, when normally she would tell everyone to fend for themselves and decide to take a nap somewhere.

We can see this happen for example in the vignette I mentioned earlier, where he doesn't accept Cater's invitation to attend a birthday party, but when Cater says it would be for Miss Rosaria (one of the talking paintings at school), Leona just grumbles and agrees.

Kalim is really surprised by this.

This would be practically Leona's 'insecurity' in a way, because his respect for women is so great because of his culture, that for him it would be dishonorable to disrespect one.

So in a way, a female Yuu who is good at fighting and who knows when to fight, could really be perfect for this insecurity itself.

The third Yuu is the easiest to notice his insecurity, since Azul talks about his childhood insecurity with his excess weight.

Our third Yuu is called Yuuta Mito, he is a chubby, charismatic and slightly scared character (he is also my favorite among all the Yuus >w<).

Yuu, who despite being chubby like Azul was in the past, does not show any dissatisfaction with his body. Quite the opposite, he shows that he likes himself the way he is.

But unlike what the video I saw about the theory says, which represents Azul's insecurity about being fat, I like to think that this Yuu represents Azul's insecurity about accepting himself.

Because even though Azul shows and demonstrates to everyone that he is practically someone 'perfect', he himself does not believe in this perfection and is always trying to achieve more and more perfection that not even he knows what it is.

Blue believes that he has taken a big step since his childhood, since he is extremely different from his old self, but I believe that the most important thing about him, of all his insecurities, remains the same.

He cannot accept himself and live well with himself, he is always looking for something wrong with himself to fix. And when you always look for the mistake, you become more and more negative and bitter and you can never celebrate your successes.

That's why I think this Yuu fits perfectly with Azul's insecurity, because despite being extremely similar to Azul's old self, he knows how to accept himself and live well with himself.

Now before I start the last one, I would like to say that I saw this theory during the release of Octavinelle's manga, so it didn't show what the 4th Overblotter's insecurity would be. But I always believed that it would be the 4th according to the theory.

And I only remembered this theory when I read the first chapters of the 4th arc of the manga and realized that it could be real.

As we already know, the 4th Overblotter is Jamil and for us it is obvious that his biggest insecurity is Kalim, since if something happens to Kalim, all the blame will fall on Jamil's shoulders and by extension, the Viper family.

For these reasons, I was surprised when I noticed that the fourth Yuu, Yuuna Oujou, was practically a female Kalim. I'm almost sure that I've seen some fanarts of female Kalim that were practically identical to this protagonist.

And if her appearance wasn't enough, Yuuna is someone extremely energetic, lively and positive. Do these characteristics remind you of anyone?

Well… jokes aside, Jamil really does seem to have insecurities about Kalim, but I think there is another factor that could show another insecurity that Jamil may show.

And that would be self-care, Yuuna seems to love fashion, makeup, hair products and social media. She likes to take care of herself and always be on trend.

And I think we can see this desire to take care of herself in Jamil, although in a very repressed way. He always takes care of the state of his hair, with the excuse of looking presentable in case he is asked.

He has already shown to know a lot about quality clothes and fabrics and always shows in small parts that he likes to take care of himself too, but he always makes a point of putting Kalim above all else.

I think that's why I like it so much when he accepts to be the vocalist during the musical event of the next book.

Well, I think the release of the latest protagonist made me believe that this theory could be real and now I'm thinking about analyzing the protagonists to see if I can find out more about the characters themselves.

But that's it in short, now why don't you tell me what you think of this theory?

[jojaxcola]

So I, like a lot of people, love your mockumentary series. And this is a stretch and probably won't get done for ages but could I use your mockumentaries to write a fanfic? It won't be long or complex, more of an extension to the scenes you've drawn. I'll give credits, don't worry but yeah.

But if I do, I'd love if you answered a few characterisation questions.

I know the farmer filmed some but is any of it not farmer filmed?

Why is the farmer doing this?

Are there any fanon or hcs you used to create characters that I should use too?

Expect more soon + updates

Thank you so much!! I had this in my inbox for a while and I've been thinking for a while about how to answer, because I'm not sure how much I want to give away at this point in the series hehe 👀 but I hope these answers are helpful

I consider the farmer/producer to be the project lead and to be present for everything that's being filmed. While they take on some of their own filming, they have a small crew to handle things like camera work and sound. During the talking head segments, the farmer is the one prompting them with questions as needed

The farmer is still a Joja employee like in the beginning of the game, but not with the same office desk job. Their team has been tasked with filming a documentary series highlighting the happenings of a JojaMart location, and the farmer was the one to propose the relatively new Pelican Town location due to their grandfather's love of Stardew Valley. So they're still a newcomer to the town, but they don't have the farm. I might stay a bit quiet about the farmer's ultimate motivations for this project, though... :)

This one's a bit tricky since I'm not totally sure how to narrow it down hehe. One thing I'll say here is that I altered Sam's work schedule to have him appear in the store more often (since in the game he's only there like six hours a week). I'll also say a little bit about how I like to characterize the main players in the series:

Sam is someone whose cheeriness is partly genuine, but also partly because he needs to be the guy who keeps everyone positive in tough times. It's important to him to make sure everyone feels included and not forgotten. Sam isn't dumb—he's actually very creative and resourceful—but he does tend to rush his thinking and follow bizarre trains of logic. He doesn't like to slow himself down, and when he dwells too much on his thoughts he tends to reach uncomfortable conclusions.

Shane has an extremely low opinion of himself, but keeps himself going at work to provide for Jas and to not be a burden to Marnie. He's easily annoyed and has a tendency to push people away, but he's not completely shut off. He'll accept gifts and other gestures of kindness but doesn't totally understand why he's getting them, or why he even deserves them. He needs significant and repetitive convincing to believe any friendship with him is genuine. Shane believes that life is harsh, and he tends to fixate on difficult truths. Sam's optimism frustrates him, and he sees Sam as a naive little boy who will be eaten alive by the cruelty of reality.

I don't like depicting Morris as cartoonishly evil. I think it's more fun to make him "corporate evil", where his villainy comes from a "socially-acceptable" disregard for the little guy. He'll go on about how the JojaMart personnel are one big family, but he can't even call his employees by their names. He thinks he's above his staff, and he's satisfied by the idea of getting to look down on someone; he views higher-ups as having earned their power, and that looking down on others is just part of that package. Morris loves to project the image of human connection, not because he genuinely believes in it, but because that's what appeals to customers. And he'll do everything he can to convince Pelican Town that Joja is the answer to all of their problems.

I also like to pepper little personal headcanons into the different entries (I like to think Sam is left-handed, so I wrote his notes on his right wrist in no. 5) but I think listing them here would bloat this post :o

Please feel free to ask anything else about the series (or individual scenes), this was really fun to write up! And I can't wait to see what you come up with!! :D

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Follow ups to this post (I might make a separate FAQs post if needed):

What has become of the community center? (@happycomputertimetravel): It's still dilapidated. I consider the jojamart series to have the town in the same state as it is at the start of the game (so Kent is still overseas, the bus is still broken, etc.) unless depicted otherwise

[pastel-rights]

Beyond Memory Lane // [ PROJECT SEKAI ART PROJECT ]

[ EVENT SUMMARY ] - One day, after cleaning out the attic of his home with Emu, Rui discovers an old box hidden away in the corner by chance. Opening up the box, he finds several things from his childhood, spurring a trip down memory lane.

…

[ hii, i felt inspired and wanted to try and make a project sekai event set for an au I have, known as the "DECORA AU", that I've been working on for the past few days! and this is the collection of those efforts... yippee? yippee!! ]

DECORATED FLIPSIDE ♪ GACHA

4 ✩ Rui Kamishiro - [ The Space Left In-Between ]

"I've found yet another wonderful and special treasure."

**comes with the “Leading Director” costume. Card Skill: My First Light Show [ life recovery ]

..

4 ✩ Emu Otori - [ Watching Digital Stars ♪ ]

"Emu wonders what else this can do?"

**comes with the “Gummy Bear” costume. Card Skill: So Sparkly ♪ [ perfect tap score increase ]

..

4 ✩ Akito Shinonome - [ Captured On Film ]

"What are you doing now?"

**comes with the “Husk” costume. Card Skill: What Are You Doing...? [ score increase ]

..

4 ✩ Ena Shinonome - [ Old School Photography ]

"Never used one of these before... they're interesting."

**comes with the “Narcissus” costume. Card Skill: I Need A Good Filter. [ turns taps to perfect ]

..

4 ✩ Airi Momoi - [ Rewatching Movies Together! ]

"It's been so long since we've gotten to watch something together!"

**comes with the “Poppy Flower” costume. Card Skill: Want Some Snacks? [ life recovery ]

..

4 ✩ Kanade Yoisaki - [ A Trip To The Gas Station ]

"I made it... Now to buy some snacks... maybe dinner too?"

**comes with the “Koi Fish” costume. Card Skill: What's For Dinner...? [ score increase ]

…

[ EVENT STORYLINE BASIS ] - An event storyline that surrounds the recorded past and the recorded present of the characters involved in the story. The first half of the story primarily focuses on Rui, Emu, and the story of the old light projector found among the junk in the attic, while the second half focuses on Kanade and the others, running into one another while outside.

[ TRAINED CARD BASIS ] - The trained cards are all based on characters within the DECORA AU, their titles being the names of the associated characters they're "playing", which are The Leading Director (depicted with Rui Kamishiro) of the Decorum Hosptial, and the 5 different protagonists of the AU, Gummy Bear, Husk, Narcissus, Poppy Flower, and Koi Fish (depicted with Emu Otori, Akito Shinonome, Ena Shinonome, Airi Momoi, and Kanade Yoisaki). Everyone (hypothetically) gets the associated outfit and hairstyle depicted on the card.

[ ART AND CHARACTER DESIGN BY ] - All art shown is by yours truly! I also designed all the trained character designs and additional casual outfits. Yeah, even the patterns and the backgrounds, drew all those myself... godspeed if I say so myself /silly

...

[ FINAL WORDS? ] - hii! if you're seeing this, you got through everything, wow. i always wanted to do one of these custom sets but I was never really sure where to start and... figured I could do it with these goobers first, and so I did!! it was a very fun project.... i got to draw some people I've never drawn before, so i'd say it was an overall fun experience!! if you guys like what you saw, want to know more, or want to see a part two with the hospital staff and the vocaloids (I did NOT forget about them, promise!), maybe you could reblog the post or send in an ask? even a comment would make my day!

okay, I'm gonna go now, have a good day or night (wherever you are!), make sure to drink some water, the small things!! okay, bye!

[the-knife-consumer]

I would love to hear more about Tenn! She seems so fun :)

YAAYY.

Invader tenn and the cancelled episode that torments me badly.

Okay so she ^^ this thang right here- makes me crazy crazy stupid crazy and it physically hurts that there's so little about her. She has a couple of cameos but her only big speaking role she has is in Megadoomer, so all of my ideas and characterization for her come from there...

Her only big appearances are when she calls the tallests twice, begging for help after she was sent a shipment of defective sir units on accident which destroyed her base and (presumably) ruined her mission. As seen heeeere

The shipment she was SUPPOSED to receive is what helps me with a lot of her characterization, as it implies some pretty interesting stuff. She was supposed to receive one of the Megadoomer stealth mechs.

Another thing being that the tallests (well, Red anyway) actually bothered to remember her name when they usually don't care about anything. Saying that this giant combat machine was specifically intended for her mission.

This makes me believe two things.

1) for specialized equipment that has been screened by the tallest to be sent to her, meekrob must be fairly dangerous

2) for the characters who's whole shtick is not giving a shit about anything to know her by name, she must be very successful/in high ranking among invaders

So we know she is (implied to be) very skilled. This is also where I get the idea of her being perpetually nervous during the whole "earth exile era" I'm putting her through.

If she is high ranking enough to not only be an invader, which is a highly celebrated class among Irkens (being referred to as "superior ones" who were chosen by the tallest and such), but also be assigned a dangerous planet and get sent cutting edge technology, then it's safe to assume her mission in particular was very important and news of her failure would absolutely reach the empire.

Control brains dish out heavy punishment even when the circumstances of failure are not the Irken's fault

(as seen in Tak's episode: a brain assigns her to 70 years of janitorial service on planet dirt because she was trapped in a collapsed area and couldn't make it to the invader exam. 70 years janitorial service for missing a test. A test. If 70 years of exile to a literal dirt ball is the punishment for missing an exam, It's a pretty safe bet that failing a mission could result in execution.)

So my version of Tenn is constantly on edge. Yes, she was sent the wrong package. And yes, the tallest saw that she got the wrong package, and know that the mission's failure was out of her control. But do the control brains care about that? Most likely not. Failure is failure, and attempting to return to Irk would, best case scenario: result in being exiled or becoming a service drone- or worst case and most likely scenario: undergoing existence evaluation and subsequent death

Unfortunately that's about where any relevant appearances of her end. Her only lines are literally just her screaming for help. Does not fare well for her.

HOWEVER☝️☝️☝️☝️

And tenn would've been present! That means she survived! Whether she kept the gaggle of defective sir units and would've been competing with them, or if she had a non defective sir unit she would use idk... Really makes me think... Yk for an episode with no script whatsoever Top of the Line is really tormenting me. I need to know. Tak and Skoodge would've also been present... My empire of dirt...

There is a cancelled episode: Top of the Line. Next to nothing is known about it because of a lack of script. But what we do know is that the episode would've been about a sir unit competition.

As for my "source" about her being ddr champion:

Woaw.. she canonically played a ddr knockoff.. woew........ (Said with all the awe as if I were seeing the sunlight for the first time after a lifetime underground)