#anyway so far most of the time theyre not that hard to work around

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

been doing some no pronoun doctor writing and it's fun to realise which expressions dont automatically have personal pronouns attached and which do

like, you can hug someone impersonally but taking them in your arms is harder. you cant shake your head impersonally, though you can turn that verb into a noun and then it works. you cant open your eyes or talk with your mouth full impersonally. you cant hide something behind your back or surprise yourself. you cant bite your tongue. and 'the doctor blames the doctor' means something slightly different than 'the doctor blames []self'

[tineymang]

i cant believe i havent posted these yet..... ive been collecting some plushies over a while to represent the guys in my eos team (and lumi) and i thought it would be a fun way to officially christen them by sewing them some lil accessories to match the ones i draw them with!

a few wip pictures below the cut!

[maidensveil]

FYODOR WITH AN fem!S/O AS INTELLIGENT AS HIM

Disclaimer ; these hcs contain my lil hcs for fyodor as well. hate them? ok no one cares, leave. like them? okay then, ily.

this is kinda toxic, bc yk. Its fyodor. And im saying this in a non racist way possible, but by experience of reading russian literature, russians are fucked up. But theyre hot so idgaf.

also, these hcs are set in the pov of fyodor and what he has to think about you. Reader is in doa.

requests are open btw<3

At the start, Fyodor had never intended to be content with you, in other words, he had never expected to fall for you.

Once he starts to slowly discover his own feelings, He ignored them and ignored you,,his ego was far too high to be falling in love with, as he says, “the tainted”.

he is obviously in denial, the best thing to do here is to be patient with him.

his solution to completely ignoring these feelings are to treat you as any other, just an accomplice. Nothing more, nothing less.

however, that just results in him being somewhat frustrated in himself, which made him much more frustrated and confused.

he knows he has to keep his chin up, not bothering to deal with his problems he knows he can live with anyway.

the times you spend together as “accomplices” pulled the both of you a bit closer and closer each time.

he hated it.

he’s smart enough to realize these feelings cant just disappear, and he is absolutely dumbfounded, frustrated in this life.

The more tasks you both have makes him slowly discover your actual self and your intelligent mindset.

before you think whatever the hell you’re thinking, no. This is not a big factor to him growing to love you.

i have this lil headcanon: i know for a fact some russian families are toxic. So he grew up with lots of siblings, so him being neglected was a often thing—his sisters and brothers always stole the spotlight, so he grew up to be a tryhard, a burnt out gifted child, but slowly developed and changed his mindset and which led him to have a god complex, but that does not mean his obsession and drive for perfection was gotten rid of.

you being nearly on the same level as he is makes him nearly makes his blood boil.

of course, the keyword here is NEARLY. Fyodor is a smart man and only a fool would underestimate him. He is smart enough to not let his emotions get the best of himself.

dont worry, though. As long as you keep spending time with him, it wont be too late to change his opinion on yourself.

im pretty sure the only reason he keeps you around is because you’re a valuable chess piece (that was his opinion before he slowly fell for you).

he decides, instead of torturing himself, maybe it wouldnt hurt to accept his feelings?

of course, he would probably rather die than admit it.

Being the arrogant man he is, the most you could get is spending LOTS time with him. There will be LOTS of hints that he fancies you, so be on the look out.

If he falls, he falls hard. There is no inbetween. So, if he does fall too hard--he would consider marriage. However, that would only cross his mind only once, and that would probably only work out if he is finished “perfecting” the world.

ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ @aoizaraka . ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ.

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[casually-salad]

The time is ticking, for the both of them.

bonus content below :3

this is the layout of the room zecora is staying in!!!! inside of celestias castle there is a wing with some rooms for diplomats from other parts of the world to stay in, most notably cadence has a bedroom in the castle in that part of the wing. this was a sketch i did of her room to decide how i wanted to lay out the one celestia is in.

now for zecoras gear, its based off this cuuute dark red hazmat suit i had found that i cant find the image of again but i saved the one i based the rest off of, dosent it look kinda dumb? i love it

ANYWAY so with her experiments i planned on drawing a total of THREE????? pannels gruesomely describing it. but i decided it was showing too much and cut it, although i dont have those sketches anymore :/ it was one long poem basically and i think i was just having too much fun rhyming her speech. and SPEAKING of speech, i do try to give every pony a bit of differentiating speech patterns but these two (( three for discord )) so i had a lot of fun writing them. for luna i had to really simplify her speech because she would be talking like this "inlēten ich gī" and that might be more annoying to read than not. i decided to include fluttershy and discords sheets here because. you already know theyre there theres no point in waiting. and yeaaaaaah i changed fluttershy, the colors on my computer screen were so off id be coloring in neons when i thought it was pastels thats why the text was so hard to read for a while. i plan on shifting it around a bit more.

Fluttershy's infection is not able to spread because her cutie marks were removed, frozen in time so that they cannot progress. They eat away at the magic in a corner of the dimension where they can't damage anything or get any worse.

now as for something ive been asked to clarify about before! Lunas dreaming powers! how is she killing the ponies? as how is it works, she has a physical form and a dream form she can switch inbetween unlike most ponies who can only be in their dream form while dreaming, and awake form while awake. because she is in charge of keeping every pony from having nightmares - usually a ponys dream form never ends up dying, and if theres an accident luna can bring them back. but what happens to their physical bodies? usually they wont be able to dream anymore because they dont have a dream body, but if their dream form is purposefully killed.. both die. So as luna passes from dream to dream shes leaving behind a pile of corpses in the dream and waking world

also! because you read this far im doing an AMA, lemme know youre questions, theories, and what you wanna see!! you can send asks or reply to this post - if you send me an ask tho ill probably do a little doodle. ok thank you byebye

[thetriplets3]

whispering to each other + searching for the other’s hand in bed like theyre both tired but cant fall asleep (matt or chris x y/n or smt)

❝𝐢’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰❞

pairing: matt x reader (no defined relationship but mutual pining?)

warnings: brief mention of anxious thoughts, loneliness, depression, vague mention of suicidal wishes

a/n special thanks to @dwntwn-strnlo for editing this you’re the best and shoutout to whoever it was to color code dialogue i took that idea anyways enjoy 🍿

having my 3 best friends away on tour was hard enough but having a rough few weeks physically and mentally on top of that was really hard on me. since i've moved here i haven't really made any friends. parties, events, and crowded loud places aren't my thing which makes it hard to meet people. sure i've met people the odd time the boys dragged me out but i was never able to hold a conversation let alone willingly go up to people. which brings me to now.

the triplets asked if i wanted to come on tour with them but i was in the middle of the semester, the busiest time. so i've spent the past few weeks alone, only leaving when i had to work. it sucks having no one to be able to go do things with, to talk to, and to just be there.

mindlessly clicking through the stories of people i follow, just trying to distract myself from my own thoughts, my screen reveals the faces of the only people i wish i were with right now. my heart aches watching them have the time of their lives being able to explore places they always dreamed of and getting to show their personalities on stage. don't get me wrong i'm beyond happy for them and how successful they’ve become the last few years, but i just wish i were with them. quickly hearting matt’s story of him posing in front of the bean in chicago, i drop my phone beside me and get under my covers, curling up. he seemed so happy being on tour.

i lie there, thoughts wandering, and tears gently flowing as i realize how truly alone i am. my thoughts are disrupted when i feel my bed softly vibrate. lazily rolling over, i grab my phone only to be met with a text from the person i yearned for the most. matt.

heyyy look who’s alive!

where’ve ya been it’s been a while since any of us heard from you?

you doing okay?

unfortunately i've been busy, midterm term time sorry edited

i’m fine

looks like tour’s fun, you look happy

unfortunately? please take time for yourself too you can only do so much if you’re not at your best

you’ll do great on them don’t overwork yourself love

it’s a blast seeing new places, meeting new people, i just wish you were here

shoot i forgot you can see what the other person edited

i was kidding. i’ll try

i wish i was there i miss you but it makes me happy seeing you be successful

we’ll be home before you know it i miss you too

and with that i turn my phone off for the night and bury myself under my covers in a desperate attempt to shut my brain off from thinking things it shouldn't. as the hours passed i tossed more and more not able to fall asleep, stay asleep and get comfortable. peeking at my clock to see the glowing 6:44am, i roll over shoving my face into my pillow and let out an unnecessarily loud groan. seeing no point staying in bed just to not be able to sleep i pad my way to the living room, claiming it my spot for the day. i put on a random season of the office to fill the silence and loneliness that i've sadly become used to. having seen the office far too many times, it's become a comfort background show, making it easy for me to fall asleep.

i accidentally ordered a package to your house from the last time you used my amazon prime to order something. it says it’s been delivered could you just put it aside for me? have a good day

staring at my phone i reread matt's text a few times, my mind still fuzzy and confused thanks to my lack of sleep. finally understanding it after the 5th time, i wrap my blanket around my body and trudge over to the door to pick it up. opening the door and checking the ground for a package i'm met with beat up air forces instead. startled, my head whips just to confirm it's who i thought it was.

matt.

all the loneliness, emptiness, sadness, yearning to see you hit me at once, a wave of tears overcame me as i engulf you in a hug nearly sending you and i to the floor. no words have been spoken, there's no need to. i immediately bury my head into your chest, your one hand coming to cradle my head as the other holds me securely to your body. we stay like this for a few minutes before you slightly pull away grabbing my hands and placing them around your neck, sneaking a quick peck to my cheek as you do so. your hands snake around my waist and gently lift me, bringing both of us into my house. closing the front door we make our way to the living room sitting on the couch turning to face each other.

god i missed you. today was our last day of tour but we were gonna stay there and explore the city for a few days but i couldn’t wait any longer i needed to see you. i was worried about you and couldn't bare the thought of being away for another second.

i missed you more. things haven’t been right since you guys left

like what?

it feels stupid to say out loud but ive felt so alone. like i have no one other than you guys and that makes me feel so pathetic that i rely on you guys so much. i haven't been able to sleep that much my mind just won't shut up i kept thinking about you guys and worrying about something bad happening to you it's stupid i know. heavily sighing i roughly wipe my face drying the tears that i tried so desperately to not let fall.

hey what did we talk about? every thought and feeling is valid they’re not stupid don’t say that.

you stand and offer me your hand and lead me to my room where we crawl into bed. you pull me as close to you as you possibly can. my head on your chest with my arm loosely draped across your body, your cotton shirt carelessly balled up in my hand. your arms wrapped around my torso like your life depended on it. god i missed this

i’m here now okay? everything’s okay, i’m okay, my brothers are okay, nothing happened to us. we’re not going anywhere for a while and when we do your coming with us. and don’t try and say you won’t be able to because of school, you’re coming no matter what. i can’t go that long without you, nothings the same

i won’t put up a fight i don’t want to do this again this was horrible being alone for so long. i missed being in your arms, feeling like nothing bad will ever happen because i have you here

as you place a gentle kiss to the top of my head a comfortable silence falls over us and we bask in this moment of being in each others arms again. my eyes grow heavy but my body is still fighting sleep like it has for the past few weeks

you can sleep now i’m here i’m not going anywhere i promise. i love you so much sweet girl

with the hushed tone of your voice and gentle pecks on my forehead, i feel my body grow heavier with sleep. i blindly reach my hand around searching for yours which you seem to pick up on what i wanted, placing your hand on mine and give it a squeeze once and a while letting me know you're right there.

goodnight sweet girl. i’m right here

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs

(i can’t remember who it was but i saw someone color coded the dialogue and that makes it so much easier to read so shoutout to you if it was you)

[flooficandii]

thats got me thinking actually . i havent rly had the energy nor the interest to update nuniq's doc to include interactions w/ the newest agents . including harbor and tjats literally her boyfriend lmao 😭😭😭😭 but anyway lemme make some poorly drawn depictions of what nuniq thinks of the newer agents (starting from clove to gekko)

clove

honestly. nuniq wasnt too jazzed about the idea of hiring a kid (grown adult but theyre a kid to her), especially an untrained one . she understands they might have a link to omen going rogue but is still iffy about the whole situation

also oof. the whole immortality thing? yeah it must be a lot to bear for clove, theyre just very good at hiding it. but like with a lot of the young radiants, nuniq lets them know they can approach her about this stuff bc shes been through it too

she can admit she gets pissed at clove bc their immortality causes them to make more reckless decisions on the field . she wants to get it in their head that you still have to be smart about these things no matter how much power you have

but! she thinks clove is very nice. very silly very sweet guy who is an excellent storyteller. storytelling is very intertwined in both nuniq and clove's cultures so she loves listening to whatever clove can whip up

clove has probably dragged her into dnd at least once

she took a while to grasp it but thats ok shes trying her best

anyway yeah clove talks a lot and sometimes nuniq cant understand them so she has to ask them to slow down

iso

valorant hired him because he was a kingdom killer and nuniq was ALL FOR THAT !!!!

she can tolerate the cocky smug little shit thing bc hes professional at least

hes not very hard to work with and is very cunning and calculating. nuniq likes that

iso has most definitely heard about nuniq before and was surprised to see her alive bc a lot of media made it seem she was dead to quell the uprisings against kingdom

nuniq is fascinated by iso's radiance but it definitely makes her think about how fast and how complex the concept of radiance itself is evolving . to think he could create his own pocket dimension with prismatic energy

besides that i feel like they mostly mind their own business

theres a mutual respect for eachothers skill and grit and they just *nods*

deadlock

like the thing says. theres currently some weird tension between deadlock and nuniq rn (and its surprisingly not gay)

theyre both so cold its kinda hard for either of them to approach eachother

deadlock is. working on her relationship with gekkos creatures! which nuniq appreciates

but idk nuniq never forgets anything and its hard for her to get over the fact she almost killed wingman multiple times

+ proposed awful countermeasures to keep the radivores in check

yk that one headcanon someone made about gekkos friendliness and critters winning over a lot of the protocol?

and how they immediately had beef w deadlock because of it?

yeah thats the situation with nuniq

things have simmered down with the creature situation but nuniq mostly ignores deadlock outside of work

and frankly i think deadlock's scared of nuniq too so

gekko

last but not least GEKKO !!!!

nuniq loves gekko!!! hes so silly

hes fun and lighthearted while still being a good fighter

being around gekko makes nuniq feel. Friendlier idk how else to describe it

also his critters have 100% stolen her heart sometimes she asks to babysit wingman when gekkos busy

she has had to apologize for aput using dizzy as a chew toy though

gekko has dyed nuniqs hair temporarily; it was northern lights-colored streaks that looked really cool when braided, she kept it for about a month until it washed out

overall she thinks hes very sweet and she and reyna can get along over being protective of him

anyway yeah i think thats every agent so far after harbor! wow !!! i cant believe we've already made it this far to agent 25 .. and agent 8 still hasnt been revealed yet i love valorant lore (tired

[rimzieiei]

I HEARD FATUI KAVEH AU AND PLS TELL ME EVERYTHING I KNOW NOTHING. GIMME ALL THE DETAILS PLS

HI OKAY I DIDNT EXPECT TO ACTUALLY GET ASKS BUT ILL DO MY BEST TO EXPLAIN MY AWFUL BRAINROT :3

(im so sorry any die hard kaveh fans because this au fucks him up beyond comprehension this is NOT your babygirl anymore)

(also, ive made up a LOT of characters and lore for this au so bear with me while i explain it all)

brighella, the beast (4th of the 11 fatui harbingers)

he is in charge of the realms investigation division, aka fucking around with the abyss/the elements/celestial stuff and finding out

kaveh was recruited to the fatui right after his mom moved away to fontaine. the fatui had an interest in studying his unique constitution. during this time, he worked closely under the innamorati (the previous 4th harbingers). going so far as to become a right hand man.

after a tragic incident where one half of the innamorati attacked and killed their partner (before being taken out by kaveh), he was promoted and took over his old boss's position.

kaveh stays in sumeru (instead of working from snezhnaya) because its the easiest place to access irminsul, and (before the sumeru archon quest) it was a hot spot for abyssal activity.

also, with how awful the fatuis reputation is, id make a bet that most nations try to keep as many of them out as possible. but they cant really get rid of someone that was born there and has citizenship. dottore probably got his citizenship axed after his crimes against humanity or revoked it himself because he could just live in snezhnaya. tldr kavehs the only harbinger that can waltz in and out of sumeru without any problems which gives him an intensive to stay and manage the fatuus stationed there.

id say kaveh has a generally good relationship with the rest of the harbingers. he gets along well with sandrone. he often exchanges information with signora and dottore (plus they both attended the akademiya) so theyre friendly. with pulcinella and tartaglia, they just exists together. generally positive i guess!

the closest harbinger to a friend is definitely columbina! (columbinas role in the fatui is a historical archivist because i believe the theory that shes a seele so shes old as hell) most of the motivation for kaveh ending up as a harbinger had to do with understanding the fuckfest that is his family history so columbina would have been a big help to him! which would then lead to them becoming friends not friends (also i think them talking shit about the other harbingers together is such a fun concept) (you CANNOT tell me columbina isnt a mean girl LOOK at her)

and because capitano and columbina are basically mother and son (this originated from a theory video about natlan lore all in all i think theyd be pretty close due to their lore intertwining) kaveh and capitano are friendly.

anyways! onto the harbingers hes not on good terms with...

pantalone would dislike kavehs because the abyss is dangerous and verrry expensive to deal with safely (paying out the families of fallen agents...). he didnt have this problem with the innamorati. kaveh would despise pantalone for making it incredibly difficult to get funds.

scaramouche hated everyone.

and ohhhh boy arlecchino... these two have the craziest beef with each other. if they werent both harbingers, the other would be dead. ill probably make a separate post at some point that describes their eternal feud. but in simple terms: theyre like each others twisted mirror version.

i dont really know what else to add to this??? but i will definitely be posting more about it :3

[ohgodimafraud]

hot//wings - got to begin again

Hawks is “pretty sick” and injured and his ex-bf Touya is the only one who checks up on him.

crossposted here for tags!

i stole the title from b1lly j03l and stole the characters from u know who bc he didnt make them kiss and make up.

au - civilian!touya x hawks but theyre already broken up

The ghost of Touya’s warmth lingers in Keigo’s mind but can’t leave the confines of his memory to give reprieve from the cold and dull pain in his extremities. He shivers. The cool pack on his forehead brings some relief to his forehead but also some of its own unique forms of discomfort. Everything aches, and not just the broken ankle that he’s forced to elevate. He’s supposed to be Wing Hero Hawks, Japan’s Number Two Hero, and here he is lying around with only a few baby feathers left.

He coughs painfully, directing the barrage into his fist. Not like anyone’s coming by anyway. It’s probably for the best. Touya would be pissed at him for letting it get this far. He’d tell him he told him so and scold him for going to work with a fever for not just one, but two days, and then he would— 

Keigo’s eyes prick with the threat of tears and he snaps out of his thoughts and gets a hold of himself. He exhales slowly through cracked lips and doesn’t blink until his eyes dry. Nothing is made to last, and his own fault for getting attached in the first place. There are no constants that can keep up with his high speeds and that’s proven time and time again. The news continues buzzing in the background and he waits for a story to air about the area he was supposed to still be patrolling.

The glare his handler had given him as the Commission doctor ordered him to be on bedrest continues to replay in his mind. He’s supposed to be better than this. Stronger than this. More capable of taking decent care of himself than this.

Though it’s been a month since they’ve broken up, Touya’s contact is the third most recent text chain. It’s pathetic. He clicks the chain and stares at the contact photo. It’d most recently been changed to a picture Fuyumi had taken of Touya and him while they were apple picking. A sharp pain stabs at his chest and before he can stop himself, he’s crying. It’s so beyond pathetic. Tears spill down Keigo’s cheeks and roll down to his neck; within minutes his collar is soaked and he’s choking on sobs that make his insides more sore than the cumulation of all of the coughing he’s done. He pulls the filthy fleece of his hero costume up to his cheek to attempt to clean up some of his face. It stings.

Keigo:

>>ll be over in 5 to trade stuff

Touya:

<<K

Keigo:

>>just got back

>>have a good night

Touya liked your message.

Touya has stopped sharing location.

Would he even answer if he was so desperate as to call him given the way they’d left things? Even calling just to hear his voicemail crosses his mind, but he just as quickly dismisses it. Maybe he’s blocked now. It’s better if he doesn’t know: logically, he knows this, but he can’t help but linger on the thought. He should delete that picture. He should delete a lot of their pictures, and yet, he hasn’t had the heart to even change his phone screen. The TV is hurting his head and it’s hard to concentrate on it, and yet this train of thought is hurting his head too and it’s all he can concentrate on right now. He squeezes his eyes shut, sighing as another tear makes its way down his cheek and into the crevices of his neck.

It’s not even three in the afternoon when he falls asleep thinking about giving Touya a call.

A loud ding rouses Keigo from his feverish sleep. The glare from his phone stings and makes his head hurt, and for a moment he’s worried there’s an emergency.

Touya 

<<saw the news

It dings again. Keigo squints at his phone. 

Touya 

<<ru ok?

How long had he slept? Thirty minutes and yet his mouth feels like sand. He coughs and sniffles, wincing from the efforts. He unlocks it to see Touya’s messages in their entirety. The news? Fuck, what did he miss? He moves too abruptly and his ankle smarts leaving him hissing in pain. The TV blurs and he closes his eyes and leans back into the pillow to stop the dizzy feeling from progressing.

He’s focusing on the wrong thing. Touya texted him. Touya texted him. Touya texted him. Touya texted— oh fuck, Hawks’ head hurts. The congestion seems to have gotten even worse overnight and he can’t even breathe from his nose now. A sharp attempt at a sniffle makes his nose burn with a dull itch.

Touya is typing…

Nothing.

Touya is typing…

Keigo’s heart rate spikes and he tries to think of a response. He’d been a fucking moron and left read receipts on. It’d never been an issue because he generally replies fast, and he’d waited too long from hissing in pain. Now they’re typing together. 

Touya:

<<looked like a bad fall.

Keigo:

>>im okay thanks 🥲

Keigo swallows hard and sniffles as the tears fall again. He’s an idiot. Touya isn’t the type to reach out just to be polite. He’d been genuinely asking, and is probably the only one who’s ever actually asked Keigo such a question, nevermind care to hear the answer. 

Touya is typing…

Nothing.

Touya is typing…

Nothing.

Touya liked your message.

Keigo sneezes three times, and the last of the trio sets off a cough that threatens to tear his chest apart. He glances at Touya’s name and the picture he still hasn’t removed and feels a new level of pain in his chest. He’s pushed Touya away again, and he fucking knows it. What does he have to lose? Definitely not his dignity, he thinks, looking down at his tattered costume, the used tissue mountain range all over the floor accompanied by the cold dish towel head cuddled with that’d fallen next to the cool pack at some point. 

Keigo:

>>jk im p sick

>>my ankles broken

I miss you, he doesn’t say. Please come over, he doesn’t add. He silences his phone and stares at the news. There he is. How many times had his failure to do a decent job been played on national television? He grabs a tissue from the box, fingers dipping much deeper into the box than they had this morning before they find a tissue.

“h’kSXChh’yuh!” He manages to get the tissue up belatedly to wipe and blow his nose. The tissue chafes against the raw skin of his nostrils. He’s pretty sure these are lotion infused, too. Oh, no, they’re not. Touya usually bought those. He must’ve run out at some point. The leaking tears turn into a flood as he wishes he could smell the the tissues, as if it were just another one of Touya’s scents, another one of the ghosts he’d left behind when they’d died here in his room, the door slamming shut, the tissues he’d left behind, being used just ten minutes after he’d left. 

Damn fever. 

His cool pack is on the floor, but he’s sure it can’t be much below room temperature at this point, so it’s not worth picking up. He shuts his eyes and lets the fever bring him to slide back and forth across the spectrum of awake and asleep. 

***

If Keigo of all people says he’s pretty sick, then he's at least very sick. Touya frowns at the last messages from him. This is the same man who came home with broken ribs and got confused when Touya didn’t want to fuck him stupid. Or stupider, really. 

It’s not like it’s his problem. They’ve been done for at least a month now. Not that he’s counting. 

“Stupid fucking bird,” Touya curses him half-heartedly under his breath as he puts various soup cans into the basket to join the other supplies he’d accumulated. He’s appointment-free for the night, but even if he weren’t, he doesn’t think he’d be able to keep them; getting a tattoo or piercing from someone while they’re this agitated is ill-advised. 

It’s foolish, creepy, and a major faux pas to drop by without explicit permission—at an ex’s place no less—but Touya’s reputation precedes him anyway and Keigo is not answering his messages anymore. Keigo had once canceled on a date saying he’d been “a little roughed up,” and he’d found out the next day the man had been hospitalized with injuries that led to an infection, so sue him for overreacting. 

He’d given up the spare key (threw it back at Keigo’s face as he left) so he has to ring the bell. He’s expecting a feather to answer the door, but instead he’s left staring through the wrong end of the peephole. He rings it again. There’s a distinct sinking feeling in his stomach. Keigo never takes this long to answer the door. Maybe he’s not even home. No, he’d checked his location beforehand. He has to be here. 

Touya startles at the sudden click from the other side of the door. When the door opens, Touya’s grip on the bag slackens and he nearly drops as he instinctively grabs the man in front of him to steady him as he wobbles with only one crutch as support. It’s all a blur as he wraps an arm over Keigo’s noticeably bare back. Bare and hot with fever. 

“Touya?” he croaks, voice cracking on the final syllable, and Touya’s heart reacting in kind. 

“Shit,” Touya swears under his breath, bracing Keigo against him. He shifts to better support his ankle and sets the bag down. He can get that later. The crutch slips out of Keigo’s grip and clatters to the ground and he falls into Touya.  “Hey, hey. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Whadt—” Thankfully, Keigo breaks into a coughing fit, sparing them both from an embarrassing interview neither of them want to have.

“You’re sick.”

“‘Mb sorry.” Keigo’s breathing sounds labored and wheezy, like even standing with Touya supporting the bulk of his weight is sapping him of energy. “If you were here for combpa’ddy, uh…I don’t…”

Touya feels a familiar nauseating pit growing in his stomach. He’s so pale. “I gotcha, Kei.” The name slips out before he can think better of it, but it’s too late to take it back. Keigo shakes against him with a silent sob and Touya carefully scoops him into his arms, heart aching with each movement; he’s only seen Keigo cry one other time, and it’d been during a night terror that left his face blotchy with red. They fall into the familiar position and the nostalgia is so sweet it makes his throat burn. There are more pressing matters than the inner turmoil so unexpectedly coming to a head. “You’re burning up, baby bird.” He’s supposed to be the one who gets terrible fevers. He’s supposed to be the one with a weak constitution, and yet, somehow The Number Two Hero of Japan has regularly been worse off than him. 

Keigo nods. He’s gone silent just like he had when Touya left. They’d fight from time to time, usually verbally sparring until things would get so heated they’d blow off steam by fucking; this last time, though, Keigo had let him leave. This time, Keigo had been honest with him. He’d finally trusted Touya enough to confide in him, and of course it’d come after they’d broken up. 

The man is still in his hero costume. His jacket is filthy  from the fight earlier and has a few tears in the sleeve. He’d probably be nursing more wounds were it not for the thickness of the material. Bed first, maybe bath next. 

“What the fuck were you doing out there like this?” he murmurs, though his tone is soft and sad rather than accusatory. God he wants to yell at him, finally spit out all of the angry conversations he’s rehearsed in his head and in front of the mirror, scold him for putting himself in this situation, rant about the hero system, but what he needs is to hold him close. If Keigo dies, how will he tell him how angry he is, how will he tell him how carefully and carelessly he lives in all the wrong ways, how will he tell him how thinking of him is more fatiguing than burning himself out? And most of all, how will he tell him he loves him anyway? 

“Mby job.”

Touya.  tightens his grip. “I was worried about you.”

“Sorry.”

Touya only releases his grip when it’s to help Keigo sit on his bed. “Don’t be, dumbass. Not unless you’re gonna do something about it.”

“You…cambe over.”

“I did.”

“You’re gonnda get sick, y’kndow.” Keigo suddenly looks far too small for his costume between the lack of wings and the oversized bed built to accommodate them. He’s still shaking, though it’s more subtle now. His eyes are red rimmed and puffy, and his whole face is a splotchy mess of pallor and various shades of pink.  He wonders how long Keigo’s been sick, how long he’s been crying. 

“I’m not worried about that right now. C’mon, how about a bird bath, huh?”

The bird jab earns a slight glare from Keigo. “Asshole.” 

“Mm, I think you’re too feverish for that,” Touya says, making a show of feeling his forehead. This he can work with, the steady back and forth verbal sparring is comfortable and safe. He smirks when his hand is swatted away, though the amusement is tainted with concern from just how hot to the touch he is. 

“Nice.”

“You think?”

Keigo gives a half hearted laugh, notably muted from congestion.

Touya hums in agreement and fights the urge to cringe as Keigo starts coughing. It sounds painful, like his lungs are banging around in his ribcage. “Let’s take your temperature,” he suggests, gently placing a hand on his shoulder before rising from the bed. He’s sure Keigo hasn’t done that yet, and he mentally confirms it for himself when he finds the thermometer in the bathroom cabinet. The complicated feelings of being back in this apartment will have to wait until after Keigo is feeling better. 

Keigo is quiet and compliant—a terrifying combination for him, really—as they listen to the thermometer beep. He’d since wiped his tears and stopped crying, but the sad gleam in his eyes remains.  

“Just over 39º,” Touya murmurs, stopping himself from running a hand through Keigo’s hair. He’s not sure that’d be welcome. Keigo shrugs. 

“Seriously though. How ‘bout a bath? You’ll feel better after.”

Keigo stares into space for a moment and then nods. Touya helps his jacket off and tries to ignore the guilt at the way he immediately shivers. “Wait…I gotta um,” Hawks says, holding up his hand. His eyes squint and he twists into the crook of his arm to cover his mouth and nose. “ih’hgksh-! KhhxXt! Hhh…ugh, shidt.”

“Bless.”

Keigo squints and scrunches up his nose again and the chapped pink nostrils and philtrum give away how sensitive it’s gotten over the course of however many days he’s been sick. Touya feels a flush of his own creeping up to his cheeks, and decides that for both of their sakes, focusing on the pattern on Keigo’s comforter is the best bet.

“Hehh-!” Keigo sniffles hard, eyes watering. “God, this is- hh…h-hehH…!”

It’d be weird for Touya to say nothing. “Stuck?”

Keigo nods, shooting him an apologetic look through the haze of teetering on the brink of no return. Touya still can’t look directly at him without becoming very aware of his dick, but hearing the way Keigo’s breaths snag as his inhales become more vocal is enough to have the same effect.

“Do you…need help?” he asks after a few stressful minutes of listening to the uneven cadence of his breathing. And he means actual  minutes. He was in fact counting all one-hundred-and-twenty-two seconds of this agony. 

The flush across Keigo’s cheeks seems to darken. “I, uh…” he sniffles, mouth hanging open. “Sure.”

This might’ve been a mistake. Touya nods, hesitating for only a moment before tracing a few quick lines down the bridge of Keigo’s nose with a finger, willing himself not to be self-indulgent as he does so. By the time he gets to the tip of his nose, it’s scrunching and his nostrils are flaring. He prods at the sides of his nose down to the rims of his nostrils, only pausing when he hears Keigo take a desperate and shaky breath in, only to hold it and sigh.  

“Yeah, that’s guh-gonnahh…”

Touya is sure his face is as red as Keigo’s quivering nostrils as he teases the outer rims with his fingernail. 

“HhDSCHHh’hiew!”

Keigo crumples into his hastily cupped hands, only barely catching Touya’s hand with a light mist of spray. 

“Ihhkkshhu! Hksshhhh! hih’KXSHH’ihyuhh!”

“Bless you,” Touya mumbles. 

“Thangks.” Keigo sniffles thickly and winces before giving a sad smile. “You’re really cute.” He nuzzles his cheek against Touya’s shoulder. “Missed you.”

Touya rubs his hand against the fabric of his pants and wills himself to not have a heart attack. Or to have one. He swallows the dry lump in his throat, unable to return the sentiments in the way he knows Keigo wants. He rises and pats Keigo’s shoulder. “Your fever’s really bad, little bird. How about that bath now?”  

Keigo nods, and with his consent, Touya lifts him again. Moving is good. Keeps him busy. 

“KnxSHhh!” Keigo sneezes again, angling away from Touya’s face. “Sorry,” he says before he even takes in a breath, punctuating the apology with a pathetic sniffle and cough, “Beend like this all day, n’dot tryi’gg to mess with you.” 

Touya nearly drops him. The fact that he’s being genuine is what keeps him holding Keigo close as he walks into the bathroom. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. That’s not why I’m here.” 

“To get mbe naked?”

Touya glares at him. “I will drop you.”

***

It’s awkward having one foot out of the water. Touya calls him a flamingo and Keigo flicks water at his face. It wasn’t a ploy to see him naked. It wasn’t a ploy to watch him sneeze helplessly. And yet both of these things are happening right in front of him. 

“hehh’kSHCch’iu!” 

“Bless.”

“IHSHHh’yue! Guhh…Th-Thangk you. ‘Scuse mbe.” Keigo pinches his nose and runs his hand in the water, and Touya counts the tiles on the wall. 

“I’ll be outside. Just yell when you’re done.” 

Keigo nods. They part ways and Touya scrolls through his phone outside the door that can’t quite muffle the sounds of desperate sneezes that ricochet through the bathroom every few minutes. 

It’s too intimate. He’d known it would be, but no amount of preparation would’ve been enough. Maybe he should’ve had Fuyumi check on him instead. Touya continues this train of thought as he helps Keigo back to his bed, into fresh clothes. He pretends to not notice the crumpled up sweatshirt the hero was supposed to return. It’s not like he wore it anyway. He makes him soup and Keigo eats it in bed at the slowest speed he’s ever seen and only eats half of it. 

“Thangk you.”

“Here, let’s get your ankle up.” Touya props the pillow under his injury and cleans up. He leaves the crutches at the side of the bed along with tissues and the cold medicine he’d brought over. He hides the other kinds that were not used. 

“Touya…are you gonnda…”

“Hm?”

“Stay?”

Touya steels himself. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Guess not.”

“Well. Feel better. Don’t go dying now, Hawks.”

Keigo pulls the blanket to his cheek. 

“Fuyumi was worried about you.” Touya stops at the door. He’s supposed to be on the other side of it by now, but he’s opened his mouth. “We might be over but…you don’t have to stop talking to her. And Natsuo.”

“Why did you combe here?” Keigo asks, voice thin. “To be sweet a’dd just leave mbe againd?”

Touya whirls around, the effect lessened by the smooth way his socks move on the wooden floor. “I came because I’m stupid enough to love you.”

“Great, you always—“

“And because you’re shit at taking care of yourself.” He taps his foot, trying to stomp out the rising anger. More evenly he “Hawks. I’m not gonna stay with someone who thinks being the Commission of Public Coverups’ fuckin pet is some kind of altruism and poorly hides his obvious death wish. I’m not gonna stay by your side as you waste away.”

“I didn’t have a choi—“

“But you do! But you did!” Touya hisses, voice low and dangerous. “I—ugh.” He groans. What a fucking waste. It’s not worth it. I’m not fighting with you when you’re like this. Take your damn medicine and go to sleep. I’m not your mom.” 

Touya cringes as Keigo’s face immediately darkens. “Kei—”

“Yeah, I kndow, you’re more like your old mban.”

His hand grips his thigh as he tries not to punch a wall. “Goodbye, Hawks.” And when he says “take care of yourself,” it’s bitter on his tongue. 

The trees are almost bare as he walks home, the red and gold and brown crunching under his boots. He can’t help but think of how small the trees look now and how small Keigo had looked. They’d looked up at the stars one night in weather like this and talked about how small they were comparatively and the wishes they’d made. He thinks about Keigo telling him he wishes heroes had more time on their hands. He thinks about the way he’d dodge so many personal questions after Touya would pour his heart out. He thinks about the fact that Keigo had cried when he’d seen him and about the hoodie tucked away. He’d always say that was the most comfortable one, even though it was fairly ratty from being overworn.

Touya returns, hoping that Keigo hadn’t gotten up to lock the door—he didn't— and storms inside and hears him sobbing into the lotion tissues he'd bought before he opens the door.

“Keigo.” He opens the bedroom door, shoes still on. “I love you. You care too much about everything and everyone, and if you can’t fucking care about yourself, then I will until you learn.” 

[abstract-crossverse]

Nexus Engineer Kaine and Nexus Soldat Maddox respectivelly (ocs)

Theyre besties, bonus info ab them under the cut

Kaine is a very tired man, diagnosed with Narcolepsy, which can be pretty hard on him specially on the job, Phobos is aware of his condition so in hopes of keeping him from dying on the field over suddenly falling asleep, Kaine is mainly kept in the actual engineering side on the job, working around with the machines and fixing what needs to be fixed and all.

Maddox himself volunteered to stay with Kaine to make sure he doesnt get hurt when he suddenly falls asleep or if Kaine is far too drowsy that he can barely pay attention to where he's going. They used to be childhood friends before they had fo part over school and uni before reuniting at their Jobs in Nexus Core

Maddox is a codename, Mad's real name is Shawn, but very few people know that or remember, mainly Kaine, Leidziel(my arena charac.) And a couple other soldats know and actually remember, Phobos barely does- he knows his name stars with an S but doesnt bother remembering since he goes by Maddox most of the time anyway and that name stands out more in his brain and Shawn

Maddox looks like any other Soldat cuz theyre not exactly meant to be told apart, but most Soldats do something to tell them apart, be it putting pins in their gear or wearing their dog tags our or outright wearing a nametag. For Maddox, he has his codename embroided on his bonnet, its near the bade of the right side so its often hidden when it flops over the way it does, which is good since on field the enemy cant tell who he is

Maddox is a raging pansexual, he/him

Kaine is pan and asexual, he/they

Maddox always manages to leave a situation alive, he tries to get as many hits in but he's aware of his limits, so once he feels he's going to die, he backs up and vanishes, somehow

[thegeminisage]

ok, it's star trek update time. tonight we watched ds9's "playing god" and tng's "eye of the beholder."

playing god (ds9):

i'm trying. SO SO SO HARD to get into dax and it's just not working

out of the 3 dax episodes we've had so far this one included two of them have been mid and one of them was just slightly better than average mostly for the questions it prompted in my mind palace, not necessarily the questions asked by the episode itself

in s1 dax had basically no personality, but in s2 when she does have a personality it seems to be a different one every time. like in one episode she was very prissy and in others she's just one of the guys! and then at other times she reverts to this very buttoned up bordering on bland science officer from s1 again

and then every once in awhile she'll be like oh yeah i LOVE sex i LOVE being a super hot woman who everyone wants to FUCK!!! i can get whatever i want with my SEX APPEAL even though my hair is WEIRDLY SHAPED. and look i am so happy for her and she should literally get some but it borders on the kind of misogyny that starts genuinely annoying me. it is kind of like that anime trope where the teen boy gets put into a body with tits and he can't stop messing with them. its like. idk reducing her to a body, or reducing her to jadzia's body, which dax is taking for a ride to feel hot and fuckable?? it's very blurry what's jadzia and what's dax

WHICH is the most fascinating part of dax, which is where the trill ends and the symbiant or however you spell it begins, but we don't get into that quite as much as i'd like

anyway i guess a shifting personality is a natural result of living 7 lifetimes but it doesnt FEEL like thats why theyre doing it, it FEELS like they just cant seem to keep her consistent

that said. while i did not like this episode or this little guy dax was showing around i DID like the implication that curzon was actually a huge fucking asshole. i love that he can be loved by many people but was still an asshole. it's complex. and now one of the people he abused (?) or at least was an asshole to is now. his successor. IT'S COMPLEX!!! what are he and jadzia to each other...imagine meeting curzon dax and then just becoming him. that's wild. so, points for that! genuinely. it just feels like the trill thing is fascinating because of trills and not because of jadzia dax in particular. i'm gonna keep trying to like her. maybe once she starts banging worf things will be different

eye of the beholder (tng):

ohhhh i hated this one so much (suicide cw for this one lol)

firstly, i don't trust tng to handle the subject of suicide any more than i trust them to handle multiple personalities, but they tried to very special episode it anyway. all of them were so shocked at the very THOUGHT of it i guess because they eliminated all mental illness in tos?? but it was so funny in the rage-inducing way like "maybe he needed to think of the obstacles in his life as challenges to overcome!" come on.

also lmao picard like ive never had to report a suicide before...........girl you have literally told 2 people to kill themselves

and then they dropped the very special episode plot halfway through for this psychic mystery...

here's the thing. if everyone had been searching for a REASON someone who seemed to be perfectly happy would do this, and in the end the answer was just "nothing was going on, he was just hiding a lot of pain, even if we don't want to believe that" that would have been a STELLAR gutpunch. but there literally was foul play involved

AND NOT ONLY THAT! BUT THEY FAKED ME OUT WITH WORF E DEANNA

my ONLY consolation was that they were finally kissing and then later fucking but NO!!!! all a dream

i was already conflicted because deanna e worf means a temporary breakup from deanna e riker but i wanted it anyway and i was so happy when they gave it to me and then they KILLED IT? maybe the actors hated it because it fucking sucked

like, no wonder everybody let deanna walk around unsupervised when there was a high suicide danger. she was dreaming. no one in real life would ever allow this

i wish also that creepy men would stop coming to deanna's quarters to be creepy to her

final note: was told the creepy man was in spn. clocked him as alistair almost immediately. faceblind WHO

TOMORROW: ds9's "prophet and loss" and tng's "genesis" (dread).

[monstrouslyobsessed]

some of these are SUPER old, gomen, so it'll be all under the cut for yall sanity. i really need to start answering more timely rip

tw: mild implications of noncon (cerelos), psychological mindfucks (cerelos), mentions of pregnancy (dol)

Oh, I can wait for your content as long as it takes! Creating is not an easy task, so take your time, dear. Ofc, posting everyday is cool, blah-blah, but your health and mental state is much more important. Don't worry about this <3 And talking about DoL, did you get to Ivory Wraith already? Who is your faves generally? —anonymous

did i not answer this before??? tumblr, please. anyway, ye i did! plotwise, very very fascinating. gameplay wise, annoying as heck when i was in middle of things i was working towards to lol i do wish ivory wraith's plot wouldn't be centered around weird anal/ear/whatever pregnancy tho, thats…kinda not my thing kdshkds--and thats coming from someone who writes preg on the regular. pls dev.

Ahhhh don't feel bad! Ur content is top-tier and u r a lovely perfect bun! Even quick look on your post is enough to feel that you're always working hard to give your best – it's we who should be thankful for all food u r giving </3

A lot lot lot of love to ya, dear 🥰 @iwanthistongue

dawww thank you dear <3333 i just wish i have it in me to be the super productive like some of the epic writers on this platform, but i dont dsklhdsl so all i can do is to do my best and provide every so often <3 also sorry that i cant seem to ping you???

Omg you're into dol? Who's your favorite character so far? —anonymous

eden, tbh! i ran into a scenario where they kidnapped me angry after being gone for too long. oof, what happened after that…wheeoooow but most of the characters are pretty dang good too!! i'd like to focus more love on kylar but theyre quite...annoying gameplay wise so…augh lol

i crave more beastfolk content 🤤 maybe something with a male reader dealing with a few yandere beastfolk who are trying to one-up each other and compete for him? male!yandere x male!reader content is a bit hard to find, especially if it's transmale!reader —anonymous

just send in an ask and i'll see what i can do! i found writing male readers (be it cis or not!) a little tricky sometimes, because i always feared crossing that…bad line, yanno? in spite of the contents i write.

that said, i'm all for writing more gays, just need a little nudge and sparks to write one~

have you heard of scp 401? —anonymous

…huh, this is a pron in the making. but no! this is the first ive heard of it. im aware of scp and knew some of its characters but not this one!!

Happy bday! I hope you got yourself a nice treat! —anonymous Happy birthday, dear! 🥳—anonymous Happy (i guess)late birthday, luv!!! Thank you for writing at this special day, hope your day was amazing <3 —anonymous

ohhhh this is months late;;; im so sorry but thank you all so much for your kind bday wishes!! ily all a bunch!!!

OMG YESSSS LORE!!! MORE MORE MORE <333 Thank you for the food, I can't stop re-reading 😭😭😭 —anonymous

ye~i mainly wanted to do more centaur pron tbh LOL glad you liked my nasty bois!

For a few days I had a thought- I hope it's ok to share ahaha- Okay, so – after getting in his grasp his future bride were acting so, so good. Her dedication is admirable, she's a quick learner and charismatic enough to get the liking of the teachers and maids. Her gentle and caring nature shows while she's communicating with others – no surprise everyone likes her. She's the same she was the day he met her... But the thing is, after all of this, she's absolutely terrified of Cerelos. She's not crying and wailing, but she's getting so quiet, so uncomfortable in his company, she always hiding her eyes and never tries to speak first – and she trembles so, so bad every time they're touching! Last time she even fainted from all nerves. How he may act and how mad he would be that servants getting more smiles and laughs than him? —anonymous

hmmm depends on why the darling is frightened tbh are they always afraid or is this started after cerelos took them the first time? i do imagine he'd be pretty upset and even offended, though he won't outwardly show his feelings. he'd probably start ordering the servants to disappear whenever the darling is in sight, be invisible, to further isolate them, to force them either to face their loneliness and/or accept cerelos as their emperor and husband. since humans are in nature social, they'd naturally long for some form of company and possibly some skin to skin contact.

in short, since the coecrced sex doesn't seem to do enough, cerelos would've likely infict some psychological damages on his darling to force them to accept him. he wouldn't be…physically abusive, no, but he will emotionally and mentally cripple his darling without relying on cruel words and uses some amount of gaslighting.

regardless, you will only have him and you will love him. he is, after all, your emperor and husband. why wouldn't you embrace him and his power?

Hi! I hope this is okay to ask: I saw one of your slightly older asks, and you mentioned you have a draft with a slime monster. I'm very curious about that one (but I also love your writing in general!), so I just wanted to ask you if you plan on finishing it —anonymous

.....sdhdflsk i thought i posted it, gosh dang it. well, i'll look into this later. if nothing else, it would be nice to go back and post my shitty 5 minutes thoughts again.

Hello how are you ? Hope you are doing well ❣️ I wanted to ask if you will continue or write anything similar like the rabbit hybrid fic ..it's my fav and i also like the ghost husband fic ..sorry if i made u uncomfortable👉👈...Have a nice day💖 —anonymous

i'm doing better!! <3 ty for checking in, luvvv

and after some waffling around, i considered since human/beastfolk hybrids are so rare and are considered the 'monsters' of their world (ig basically, considered as 'mythical', like yeti's and such, but actually does exist, kind of monsters), i figured it couldn't hurt to make these sad hybrids canon to my universe soooooooo ye i wouldn't mind doing more of them!! also i've done a crocodile hybrid one, if you've missed that one.

no, no, you're good! <3 loves getting asks like this~

the momster is back!!! we missed you, hope you’re having a good day <333 (p.s i am a monster fucker through and through, i will literally read and love anything you write mwah) @letskidaddle

daww youre so sweet!!! <3 ty!! monster fuckers united!!!! and yes you have a lovely day as well!!

whewwww, thats some asks to get through hhhh but man tumblr is so ugly. anyone know the fix to get it back to its simple self??

anyway, im slowly getting into the swing of things. got couple wips i can work on, maybe, and clear the inboxs for a fresh start (sorry to anyone who were waiting on certain things!! you can send them again tho!! a clean slate is needed imo). anyway, hope yall are doing wonderfully <3

[moss-and-marimos]

oh? (<- curious abt your pathfinder character)

[heavy breathing] oh my god you dont even know the brain worms I have for this character. they dont have a name (they have a name ive been calling them for simplicity but its not like their actual canon name, I just needed something quick for the oneshot I played them in to try pathfinder) but theyre like one of my favorite ocs I have. oh my god. so theyre a catfolk, theyre a tuxedo cat, and this didnt get explored at all in the oneshot I played but their backstory is 'reflection.' meaning that they literally got magically pulled out of a mirror. like oh my god. their background is acrobat, technically. their class eventually becomes swashbuckler. The 'original', the person theyre a replica of, worked in a circus as an acrobat and tightrope walker and such. My pathfinder character got pulled out of a mirror in the hall of mirrors. can you imagine. you are just quite literally pulled into existence, you dont know by what, you dont know where you are, you've never been alive before, you've never thought before, you look like an adult bc youre an imperfect replica of someone who was, but you've never existed until now, and you just have to fucking deal with that??? so for like 3 months they stay living and working at the circus, because where else are they supposed to go?? they dont know anything else!! im not entirely sure what happens with this part of the lore yet, but they either get framed for killing their original, or the original goes missing or something, something happens and it makes replica look really suspicious, and so its kind of the last straw, and they decide to leave and become their own person and explore the world. this is where the swashbuckler class becomes a thing. At some point along the way, theyre given or steal or something a sword called a 'bastard sword', and bastard swords are called that because they have no 'family' as far as swords go. well guess what, my character doesnt either. They have a really hard time for a while, obviously they havent been around for a long time to learn social cues or anything, and theyre forced to learn rather quickly that people dont take kindly to reflections. ive been trying to decide whether or not they themself have a reflection, because on one hand I like the idea of it being a detail for other people to notice that something is up, and like it makes sense, they were the reflection of course they dont have one of their own, but also like it would be equally as angsty and cool for them to have a reflection and to constantly be having the existential crisis about 'thats a person in there. I was in there.' and people would probably make fun of them for being 'confused' about mirrors but no, there is so much to unpack there the art potential this character has is so so so much to me, either waking up your first moment of sentience either being surrounded by empty mirrors, not knowing what a mirror is anyway to know you even should have a reflection, or your first moments of sentience being surrounded by copies yourself, in a room where you are aware that they are people just as much as you are, that they are you but simultaneously a replica of you and the existential issues of that oh my god I need to draw them in a jesters costume or something and just make angst about them being 'the fool' or other assorted circus themed angst because my god I have brainwork's about this character you dont even know Fun fact about them: one of the errors in their being a replica is that they dont have claws, they were copied without them, and so just imagine you are brought into a world entirely unfamiliar to you, you dont know who or what or where you are, and you dont even have a way to defend yourself. everyone in the world who is like you naturally has a way to defend themself, except you, who arguably needs it the most. just another way that you were a mistake. (part 1 this got too long and it wont let me post, part 2 in reblogs)

[darktiger57]

lets talk kira's wet paint boyfriends.

we're going backwards. pros and cons

odo:

pros: can turn into a bucket of paint. was very sweet with Kira. He and Kira were close before they got together so they were a nice friends to lovers. Odo respected her(most of the time) and Kira respected him back.

cons: crossfire, and his way are both some of my least favorite episodes. the way odo and kira get together feels like it's all about Odo, which I get some of it. He's a changeling, he's not used to romance(except he is because of luxwana and that one lady), Kira is a friend and its scary to make a change to friendship like that. HOWEVER Kira is a main character too. I feel like she should've gotten more of a say, more of a side, something portrayed at least, about the whole thing.

Opinion: personally to me Kira and Odo work better as close friends. Like close enough people THINK theyre dating but theyre not. Just a couple of besties. Two pals. Both of them strong, one of them stoic, the other angry. both of them learning to be softer. Able to lean on each other against all other odds. I get why some people like them as a couple because of all that, it's why i dont dislike them as a couple.

rating: decent. 6.5/10

shakaar:

pros: he and kira have *history*. he was a mentor. a comrade. they fought together. watched their friends die around them. and now? he tends to the ground of the world they fought so hard to protect, he guides the people they gave their lives for. he and kira are like two sides of a coin. they both used to protect their people and they both still do but in very different ways. shakaar is one of my favorite episodes.

cons: he was written into their romance, it feels like, to be an obstacle to odo. his first episode, shakaar, is one of my favorite episodes, crossfire, and the episode where kira gives birth are one of my least favorite episodes and an episode i dislike shakaar in, respectively.

s3ep24 shakaar: like i said in the pros, shakaar and kira have history. deep history, shared trauma, deep convictions, all that good stuff. in shakaar we see them first at odds, but then kira recognizes the good shakaar is doing and they end up fighting together, being forced to take up arms against their own people. BUT THEY CANT! they talk their star trek asses through it. and shakaar is elected first minister. they work well together. they have that war buddy scarred by everything but healing vibe and theyre good. shakaar is actually rather interesting.

s4ep12: shakaar is fine in this episode. he's generic and boring. white bread. powerful man being the first minister but the only interesting thing about him is the plot happening to involve him. and then odo nearly gets them all killed cuz he's mad kiras showing interest in another guy when he hasn’t said shit yet. bad episode, love kiras fit tho very nice.

s5ep12: shakaar is late to kira giving birth and interrupts it, resetting the whole trial. ob'rien is rightfully upset, but takes it too far. both of them act like dicks the rest of the episode. i feel bad for kira, at least she has keiko.

opinion: i don't like shakaar. worst kira wet paint boyfriend. his first episode when he isn't a love interest is great. thats all he gets.

rating: 3.4/10 at least they didn’t go through with dukat

bareil:

pros: this man is sweet and sensitive and kind and he plays sports with his strong angry girlfriend. they disagree in matters of religion but love each other anyway. theyre both hot. he quite literally gives her a religious experience. she shows up in his prophetic visions. he's one of the only people hard angry season 1&2 kira will let her guard down around. theyre both hot. she found out he was framed as a collaborator by his own hand to protect their past religious leader to protect his people. they both protect their people in different ways. he knows how hard it was in the occupation. he's a gardener. her father was a gardener. also the guy is actually kinda funny. the deadpan delivery of some of his lines are perfect.

cons: nothing this man is perfect. he's very monotone but tbh i like his demeanor. they killed him :( kira watches him die

opinion: first son of bajor, arm around the major. bareil is the best soggy wet bread star trek ever spat on. he was soft and kind and sweet and quiet and it was everything kira needed. also have y'all SEEN s2ep24 the collaborator??? holy FUCK it's so good. the confrontation outside the vedek assembly where kira realises it was opaka and bareil was protecting her. the whole scene is fantastic on both sides. nana visitor with her fantastic acting and philip anglim holds his own with her. he definitely didn't command the scene that was all kira but he managed well enough. and later in the series when, after he dies, his mirror counterpart comes and he's perfect for kira but in another way but its all a lie but it isnt and its all so confusing and then hes gone. another great star trek tragic love story.

rating: 9/10 best wet paint boyfriend out there

in conclusion: bareil is the best wet paint boyfriend.

kiradax tho 👀

[patchdotexe]

ok heck it uhhh stickmolus

(this is still one of my fav drawings for it. the guuuyyyys)

it is! a Henry Stickmin au! taking place in our Limoliverse setting, which is the catch-all name for.. several stories we haven't made any content of except character designs and incoherent tumblr posts. um. hm. WELL the part that matters is that everybody is aliens!

it's a very loose adaption of the whole series, except with the twist being that henry is jumping between routes willy-nilly and potentially even creating brand new ones as he goes thanks to breaking things in unexpected ways. you know how it is with spaghetti. also there's a lot of background worldbuilding that we are very bad at actually implementing

(also it has an askblog! @stickmolus is in a weird limbo state on account of the exhaustion and my difficulty to keep up an ongoing interactive project, but its fun to read and i still think about picking it back up. i want to so bad. i am my own worst enemy)

quick hits:

Henry is.. something! nobody knows what his species is, including himself. he just straight up spawned one day and immediately began doing crime. this immediately got the attention of the CCC, especially once he started pulling out every power and item out of his back pocket and launching between timelines at random.

everyone's response to him is some form of panic on account of him being an Unauthorized Fucking Thing. speaks english but also writes in minecraft galactic and can make nether portal noises. he's not mute but there's a pretty big language barrier he's trying to work around and when he is able to talk to people he's pretty sparse with words. his head is weirdly shaped and i admire max's ability to actually Make A Whole Ass Sculpture Of This Guy oh my god i just looked over at my shelf and got emotional

i did animation memes with all 3 of triple threat and henry's is RENARD!

Charles is a pilot for the Limolian military and is certified in both air and space travel! good for him. he's a limolus, which is kinda the "mascot species" for the setting seeing as its. named after them. they've got your basic run-of-the-mill psychic powers tropes and are heavily inspired by Giegue from the Mother series! i could talk about them for a very long time. LET'S TALK ABOUT CHARLES.

charles was stationed on earth for a while and as a result is considered kinda Weird because he picked up a lot of earth culture stuff. he's fluent in both english and lilio so he's henry's translator, although his translation is pretty loose and skips details and basically he is not reliable no matter how hard he tries. i love him

his animation meme is BAM BAM! and it was really really fun to make. i love drawing charles i love thinking abt charles he is My Boy

ELLIE oh my god this drawing doesnt have her tattoos. what the hell. ellie is ALSO a limolus! they can be colours besides red its just that ellie and charles are both red. anyway. she's very good at telekinesis because canon ellie already uses the force, so that's her solution to most problems. her relationship with henry is a bit rockier from the get-go due to a communication barrier on Several Levels, but theyre able to get along! ..in some routes. oops.

uhhhh she's actually got some pretty intense backstory that hasnt come up yet because Ellie Has Not Appeared On The Blog At All for the love of god why did i pick the order i did its gonna be FOREVER until we see ellie AUGH. but she got locked up in the wall for some Pretty Serious Crimes (like uh. treason?) and even in timelines where she joins up with charles there's some friction because of that.

her animation meme is Wolf in Frenzy which is probably the best one ive made so far ngl

Reginald's anatomy is terrible and i hate drawing him. also he's a musae, which are very long/tall and very venomous. the toppats overall are a ragtag group of people of various species and various backgrounds, in stark contrast to the govt which is like 90% limoli. also he's a pathetic noodle of a man but that doesn't stop him from being a tricky bastard

i didn't animate him but he shows up in RENARD for like 5 seconds if that counts

uuhhhh also i have a "#stickmolus au" tag. which is probably pretty incoherent. im tired

[kidfoundonstreets]

i'm glad to hear you enjoyed the coffin of andy and leyley, as well as no-good noelle! sorry for only just getting back to you on this—it completely slipped my mind until now

i agree that it was definitely a delight to see the improvements in tcoaal compared to earlier games, and yes! it was very much made in rpgmaker. i'm ALWAYS a massive sucker for comic panel-styled cgs

and i think what andrew meant by discarding andy and leyley to die in the coffin was him essentially. swearing to drop the power imbalance he and ashley once had as children and instead have the both of them stand on equal footing? i'm not sure, but that's what it read to me.

as for the parasite thing—who knows? nemlei apparently did go through with making a continuation to this game, so maybe we'll learn more about it there. the fact they're siblings roughly around the same age is also so tastefully fucked up by the way because like… how do i explain it. siblings usually live together ever since childhood so they have more time to affect each other growing up, and there's ALSO this general """agreement""" that family should always be your no. 1 priority when it comes to the people you choose to keep in your life or whatever, so it's like. yeah

(this is NOT meant in a weird way btw i'm a youngest sibling with two older sisters myself)

anyways yule nogoodnoelle is built different and i would drench him in milk until he's sopping wet before slamming him against the wall. real. 💯

DONT WORTRY ABOUT IT!! i apologize for the laytre response as well :3

discussing this with you is v fun i love hearing your thoughts on it,,

the equal footing makes a lot more sense! it literally says in the description of the game "co-dependency" and discarding how it's been for years is just so. well took a couple murders to get to that moment but yk (it was also mentioned i think they've had these types of arguments before and i find that interesting though im sure its never gone this far) anyway it also reminds me of a song called Evelyn Evelyn. don't know how well that works though. i need to stop getting off track

stuck with eachother and moving towards something that doesn't have the other as a doormat or the other as the boss . i don't know how possible that is for them but if there is a continuation id love to see it <3

heyy youngest kids gang. the "agreement" of family being no.1 priority and the same ages.. i didnt even think of thst but aaa. "your priority should be me!" as the rules say aswell its also like andy since the start his personality wasnt stronger than leyleys anyway he ended up as the quick go to (you live with him, it feels like obligation, he's as bendable as a rubber band) and i guess there's a line of friendship and family that is hard to clear unless you get rid of all the formalities and morals- which is also like. not only are your lives centered around your family now it also could be centered around a stranger,, but once that person is gone it'll forever have a gaping hole you can't get rid of unless theyre back. because youve known them so long. adapting to everything especially the tough situations that argumens and misunderstandings make your bond stronger

i dont know what im saying or what that means but i will eat your ideas ok

that's one of the most perfect descriptions of yule you get it you literally do. playing ivys route made me feel dirty after goig throigh all of yules bullshit (i would willingly click play on him again while insulting him)

[kiatheinsomniac]

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

Alright, heres my description! id like you to ship me with any male assassin from assassins creed! :) my name is Aia, i go by she/her, and i’m straight! For my body, i’m 5”2/158cm, and i weigh about 50-51 kg on average. i go to the gym a lot, so my build is pretty muscular, but i still look feminine overall. my shoulders are broad, but so are my hips so my body is like, balanced :) my legs are fairly muscular, and my arms are mostly just “toned” :) i have some abs, not that much tho 😭 my waist is also pretty tiny so thank god for the amazing genetics my face is kind of hard to describe so bare with me! i’m kurdish, so i have very strong individual features, but theyre all in harmony, and as a result im surprisingly pretty conventionally attractive despite my unconventional features. My eyes are big and round, and theyre kind of downturned. My nose is hooked. my lips are kind of thin, but not overly thin, and theyre kind of bow-shaped :). my eyebrows are thick and dark. my face shape is oval! my skintone is olive, but still fair! my hair is thick and dark brown, but it gets kind of golden in the sun :) my hair is to my collarbones, and i like to keep it straight, but it is naturally wavy. i have curtain bangs too :) my personality is also kind of difficult to describe 😩 im an introvert, im funny, im empathetic, im sensitive, im straightforward, and im stubborn. im an istp, 8w7 i think! im fairly confident, but im also very humble. im a pretty good listener and advice-giver, and i dont really sugarcoat things, but im not mean with my advice-giving either. i get drained SUPER easily around pretty much everyone, but the exceptions are the people who are closest to me - they never drain me, ever! im also very clumsy and airheaded, which is probably my least favorite thing about myself. im not talented, intelligent, or gifted whatsoever but im ambitious and hard-working, and whatever i want, i will achieve in some way or another. my hobbies! i love going to the gym, cooking, playing volleyball, painting, writing, and eating :p i dont like bugs, being unproductive, being surrounded by people a lot, being wrong, and dry people. i dont like parties or most outings either, id rather just stay home and do something i like doing. Thats all!! Thank you again, Kia! Im so excited to read your analysis!! – @gojohater101

I ship you with Jacob! 

Jacob likes that you’re quiet and confident but humble – you help to balance him out and he wants to be a bit more like you in the humble sense from time to time. He really appreciates the advice you give him, even if in the moment it might seem like he’s just annoyed; he’ll always come back to you to apologise and tell you that he wasn’t really mad, he just felt a belittled in the moment but he understands that you’re just trying to look out for him. Your advice usually turns out to be what’s best anyway so these little quarrels don’t go very far in your relationship and he instead understands that, to talk to you, he needs to listen to what you have to say too. 

Jacob admires your ambition and hard-working mentality a lot too. He wasn’t too bright growing up which isn’t too bad until you’re constantly being compared to your gifted-child twin sister at every waking moment. He likes that you work hard for what you want to do and when you set your sights on a goal, you’ll do whatever you can to attain it – he’s the same and so he wants to see you succeed by giving you whatever help he can offer and you will accept. He also really likes working out and playing volleyball with you! Jacob’s a pretty active guy and he can’t really sit still so he likes partaking in your hobbies with you! He doesn’t really understand when you get drained socially (the extrovert) but he respects it and will tone himself down when he can tell you just need time to unwind and recharge. He’ll usually watch you paint in this time or read a book while you write (by reading a book I, of course, mean he falls asleep with it on his face to block out any light that might disturb his nap). You keep him out of trouble like this too: he’s more likely to stay indoors with you then go out and get involved in something bad so he’s doing much better by staying with you like this. 

♡ Jacob always makes sure that you have enough of the things that you need for when you want to take some time out and recharge. Because he doesn’t get this social drainage himself, he takes it even more seriously than you do oddly enough. He always makes sure that there’s enough pillows and blankets on the bed for you to be comfy (Evie’s shocked that you’ve managed to get him into the habit of making the bed), he tries to make sure your favourite foods and snacks are available, makes sure that you’re never running out of a particular colour of paint (once bought white paint in bulk bc he noticed how quickly it goes). 

♡ He also knows exactly what it feels like when you’ve been working really hard but feel like you aren’t getting anywhere so he’s there to support you. He’ll hold you if you want to cry or take you somewhere to smash things if you wanna just let it all out. If you need advice, he’ll do what he can but will also consult Evie or Henry for their perspectives too. 

♡ When you’re cuddling up together, Jacob typically likes to have your head on his chest with his hand giving you back rubs. He likes seeing how much darker your skin is compared to his when you’re so close like this: you make him think of summer time and warmth and you’re just so, so beautiful. He also adores the feeling of how thick your hair is between his fingers when he strokes your hair to feel you melt against his body even more. I can see him asking you for a lock of your hair to keep in some jewellery with him – a common courting practice in the Victorian era. He’ll tilt his head down just enough to kiss the top of your forehead before he continues to laze around with you like this. 

♡ He likes to find ways to celebrate your achievements too. He never really had anyone to do the same for him until you came along and it was a feeling of such overwhelming joy to be congratulated and celebrated by you that he wants you to feel the same way. If you’re up for a gathering of friends and a night out, he’ll arrange that, if you just want it to be you and him going out, that’s good too, if you want to just stay at home to celebrate, he’ll even find a way of making that special. He wants you to know that your hard-work is noticed and wants you to know how celebrated you are and how much he looks up to you. 

♡ Jacob’s never really been one for arts like painting or writing but he loves to watch you paint (has even sat posed for you before when you needed a reference) and he’s amazed by your writing! You can string words together in ways that he could never imagine and he’s always hooked on anything you let him get his hands on (which is otherwise out of character for him, not being much of a reader but he just gets so excited by knowing that you wrote this, this is your creation). He can see himself growing a lot as a person with you by his side and you always make his day, just by being around. 

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