#but also i think her being a raincoat could be cool

[sygiandepths]

Thinking about miss symbiote = making a fan design

[arkhamabyssfiles]

Loading FILE...RED_HOOD_MEMORY_07 ALFRED PENNYWORTH: AGE, 57 BRUCE WAYNE: AGE, 37 HELENA WAYNE: AGE, 15 JASON TODD: AGE, 17

The rain hit his back full force and the chilling fingers of the wind sneaked into his clothes taking away the last remnants of heat from his skin. But it helped. It helped because he felt as if his insides were burning with fury. Jason didn’t give more than what the sick fucks out there deserved, even if by chance one of them ended up dead, what did it matter? One less scum to kill, rob, or rape out there. Bruce could take out so many of them, take them out for good, then no one else would have to suffer harm from them.

It took some time for Jason to realize that the storm wasn’t hitting him as hard anymore, he looked up and an almost ghostly apparition was standing over him—then he blinked and realized it was just Alfred wrapped in a long raincoat holding an umbrella over him.

“I think it would be best if you take your meditations inside the house, Master Jason.”

“I— Yeah.” Jason felt suddenly guilty about having Alfred come to search for him under this weather, he didn’t have the heart to say he’d rather stay outside. So Jason followed obediently the old butler into the small hall that led from the garden to the kitchen. Alfred passed him a towel and he toweled his hair, face, and neck as Alfred took off the raincoat and hung it beside the rattling door.

“Here are some dry clothes. Leave the wet ones in here,” Alfred said passing him a basket and pointing at the dry folded clothes resting in a chair.

Jason nodded, and Alfred walked off into the kitchen, it was too noisy outside to allow him to hear if Alfred was still in the kitchen as he changed, much less if there was someone else in the kitchen. So it was an unpleasant shock to find Bruce sitting at the breakfast table in the middle of the kitchen with a warm cup of something between his hands. Bruce looked up and Jason looked angrily away. Then he noted the presence of the damned Princess behind her father turning off the stove and pouring something—it was hot chocolate, into a mug. Helena turned around and looked at him with a mischievous smile and he narrowed his eyes at her, her smile just widened.

Jason tensed up as she walked around the table, put the mug down opposite of Bruce pulled out the chair, then turned towards him and waved in an invitation for him to sit down. Jason wanted to refuse, to walk out and up to his room and lock up there. In fact, he was going to, the hot chocolate was not enough to bribe him, but Bruce talked.

“We don’t have to talk, but should take the hot chocolate.” To emphasize the point Bruce took a sip from his mug… which was also hot chocolate.

Helena mentioned that even her father wouldn’t refuse the hot chocolate she made, but then again Bruce would rarely refuse something either Alfred or Helena gave him. But having Batman sitting on a kitchen table and sipping hot chocolate and looking as if he was being held here against his will was so absurd some of the anger started to sift away. So he took the offered empty seat and closed his cold hands around the mug, looking fixedly into it waiting for it to cool enough to not burn his tongue.

Thankfully Helena didn’t leave them alone in the awkward silence, and a few moments later Alfred returned to the kitchen as well, pouring some herbal tea for himself and Helena. To his annoyance, he was then attacked by the smug cat Princess. Her obsession with drying his hair if he was in her line of sight was something he’d learned to endure in the year he’d been living here. While she ruffled a towel through his hair, his eyes locked with Bruce’s again, who was looking at their antics with that shine in his eyes, and the small wrinkles beside his eyes showed. Jason looked away and half-heartedly growled at Helena to leave him already, the last of his anger slipping away.

END OF MEMORY... For more FILES check previous entries...

[justanimp]

I have another setting, but I haven't worked on it in a long time.

It's kinda meant to have a similar kind of tonal progression of Adventure Time and the Hobbit, where at first you're meant to feel like this is a land of whimsy but as you learn more, the more clear it is that one, very specific spot is alright I guess and the world is actually a massive shithole.

It would follow two main characters:

Cyprus Price, a skeleton being puppeteered around by a decorative gourd-type plant lodged in it's neck-hole by it's roots and vines that's stem has grown into a gramophone-like shape which they use to talk who acts like a mix of the ideal rural farming dad and a colonial mountain man.

Verity Price, his adoptive daughter, a humanoid black-furred goat creature who's mute with bright yellow eyes like headlights and wooden horns that grow healthy green leaves. She's very naive and innocent.

They live together in a farm in a place known as the Backcountry, a thick forest of autumnal orange trees themed around vintage halloween and thanksgiving media with some grimm fable elements. it's not fall; those trees are dying and deep in the woods lurk fairies, minor eldritch beings who are closer to thinks like the hidebehind or mothman than anything else.

Of course, the dangers of the Backcountry pale to what's sitting outside.

There'd be an episode/issue/whatever early on of Verity wandering a bit too far and seeing the City out in the distance, the raging mouth of hell itself with entire skyscrapers floating in the air and industrial cranes swing around the symbols of the Old Ones bathed in fire and smoke.

There'd also be an episode of Verity getting captured by bandits and taken to an auction house in the City with Front Street playing in the background where two members of each cult participate as something of a character-establishing scene.

-a pair of men clad in soot-stained working gear with singed hair and oil-stained gloves discuss how she's one of the "cleaner" mutants they've seen and her soul would probably burn well. They work for the Iron Gang

-a duo in filthy green raincoats and gas masks bluntly state that they're just gonna butcher her for meat, maybe try to use her as bait to lure in something bigger. They work for the Dregs.

-a barely clothed pair in flowing, luxurious white-and-purple lounging on the chairs discuss how pretty and soft she looks, they'd look so adorable dancing for them, if only they could get their hands on her. They "work" for the Hedonites

-some men in black clothe robes and veils, one with a crown of thorns stabbing into their eyes and another lugging around a giant cross, talk about how the innate magic she must have, combined with being a literal lamb, would make her a worthy sacrifice, but simply ensuring that the others don't have her is enough. They work for the Midnight Battalion.

-The last duo, looking like ghoulish punks with chalky white skin and a face bent open into a smile, loudly talk above not really being that interested, I mean, another slave for the gearheads to fix up their hot rods would be nice but they have enough. Fuck it, let's try to get 'er anyways, it'll be fun! they work for the Speed Freaks.

and then Bibleburner the white-skined dough-fleshed anti-theist weirdo who looks like a hybrid of a truss a mantis, a hippo, and a truss bridge breaks through the door and smashes the chains holding Verity in place with the cultists too scared to try to stop him.

i really like the design idea for Cyprus

the other stuff also sound cool!!!

[chrystallink]

"stillness" and "texture" for DS, deco, black, curtis, tiger, luna, and ruby

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest? texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer? DS: While I don't think I can call him fidgety, he doesn't sit perfectly still for a long period time either. Still, he is very much the kind of guy who will lazily lounge, put his hands behind his head, put his feet up on a table, that kind of thing. Since technically his clothing have become digitized along with him, they don't really wrinkle or show wear, since it basically just repairs itself. Since gaunto have hard shells, DS isn't as sensitive to texture differences as say a human would be, so he'd be chill with most any fabric. It's the style and aesthetic he's more concerned about--which for him tends to be more dramatic cyberpunk type stuff. Deco: Deco doesn't usually sit down since she's so active, but her body language is pretty proper. But since she is basically an automaton now and made of metal that is a bit boxy, she tends to wear through clothes quicker than most. And that saddens her. ;w; Deco can't really feel textures anymore, but she's always been more partial to higher end fabrics like silk and muslin. plastic-based fabrics she tends to not be a fan of. Black: He's pretty used to sitting down for long periods of time for either gaming or editing videos, so his clothes probably get a bit wrinkled due to that. He doesn't usually bother with an iron either, so that's a norm for his outfits. I think Black would be fine with most fabrics, with the exception of fur (both real or fake). I think it would feel a bit weird to him to wear fur when he already HAS thick fur. Curtis: Due to tiredness from work, Curtis can for sure sit for a good long while if he felt he could afford to do so. But since he's up and about most of the time, he most likely wears through his pants pretty quickly and gets rips in the knees and such pretty often. He probably gets tshirt rips too occasionally. Curtis doesn't care about fabrics as long as it's something flexible and loose enough to move around comfortably in. Tiger: He has a tendency to slouch or lounge a lot. Though when he gets more agitated, he tends to pull at his sleeves or clothing in general. It really doesn't help the fact that he routinely rips his clothing due to using his powers, and his clothing catching on trees (or buildings). Tiger definitely has preferences in fabric texture--mainly tshirt type material or denim. He wouldn't mind fur from a jacket collar or hood either. He will not tolerate being put into clothes that feel stiff or restricting to him. Luna: From her background in high society, Luna sits very proper, and keeps her movements in general reserved. If she wasn't trying to survive outside, her clothing would actually be very well kept. Luna's had to get used to wearing any clothing she could get her hands on. But if she had a choice, she would like to have back the more luxurious fabrics she used to have. (silk, high quality cotton, furs, exct.) Ruby: She's another one that has a hard time sitting still. She's pretty expressive, so she'll be moving her hands and arms all over the place when talking, or propping her elbows up onto a table. She's probably ripped the elbows on some of her long sleeved shirts because of this.

While Ruby likes comfy clothes, she'll also put up with stuff that are less comfy if she thinks they look cool enough. Her transparent jacket for instance is more raincoat type material, but since she likes it a lot, she'll put up with wearing it.

[littlenighttales]

Live thoughts of E6 of The Sounds of Nightmares. As always, expect spoilers for that. Edits in parenthesis if I decide to do any, etc etc.

Spoiler warning over let’s goooooo!

The Lonely Way

Gee, guys, way to make even the title depressing. Are we going to the Maw this week?

Also crinkling noises. Otto eating candy?

Otto: “Brain machine broke”

Noone: “Understandable, have a nice day.”

Apparently Noone disappeared for a lot longer than she normally did. Otto feels powerless, so he clearly needs some AA batteries.

Otto planning to use Noone to bring out the Ferryman now. Abusing his power to do so, sounds like. Noone is clearly angry at him.

The tumor has the poor girl worried. Otto slips and let’s Noone know the Ferryman’s name. Tantrum time.

Science talk that I don’t understand, cool, cool. Noone doesn’t understand either. Nice.

Otto being insistent on candy and this plan, forcing her into both. Naturally. Still a bit peeved at him over last week, so obviously Noone would be.

Dream time!

Armless and faceless mannequins. Did the Lady’s mannequins have arms? Lot of fancy clothes.

Pink tutu and shoes, yellow raincoat. And a puppet.

Yellow raincoat draws Otto’s attention. Liking my theory that CiCi= that girl in yellow raincoat from the paintings. Possibly Raincoat Girl? Six didn’t get hers until after being taken to the Nowhere.

Spying through a keyhole. New mannequin. Not sure what to make of this, might be unique location as the others have been. Could be in LN3, maybe. Maybe even 4.

The Nowhere curing Noone, as we knew from a few episodes ago. Unfortunate sacrifice.

Science talk from Otto, for Otto.

Time for the realm of nightmares.

They’re together in dreamland. Neither can see. Like most nights of sleep, really.

Misty room. But they’re somewhere Noone was before… with the Ferryman. Maw? Yes, I’m still thinking of the Maw.

A door in the distance. Otto is so close (so close). Noone isn’t waiting.

Eye door. Verrrry ominous.

Ferryman is Ferrymanning all over the place.

“Only youth blooms, (something) pure but not rooted, spoils white within.”

Otto talks to the Ferryman! And the other way around. He basically just tells Otto that CiCi is in a wide, wide world. Implying alive. Maybe still Six? Unless a prequel.

Eyes. Lot of eyes. All watching Noone. Uncomfortable. Reminds me of poor Mono.

Otto wants to come, but Ferryman tells him he has to be pushed into it. Maybe because he’s too old?

“Sleep now, Ruth?”

(Noone is just a nickname? Middle name, maybe? I thought Noone’s nickname was No One and only that.)

Dang it, riddles. I can’t catch them all.

And Otto sounds like he’s about to cry… ):

“Give her back! Give her back, damn you!”

Damn, really two times they’re making me feel bad for Otto. Such a broken man.

I think Noone is trapped. Otto wakes up, starts freaking out… and Otto starts considering the abandonment comment.

Otto is the little brother? Thought he was the older one. That’s depressing as heck. (Really making me like the “RCG as a big sister/mom friend of the group” personality I have for her. CiCi COULD still be Six, assuming Six woke up at some point after dropping Mono (we were separated from Six even during the adventure, and the Ferryman still stalked her after the drop).

Brings up a toll to be paid. Start recording, end recording. Start recording.

Is there more next week? No way anything significant comes up within the next like two minutes.

Another patient named Ethan. Sudden sleepwalker. Only mumbles, but Otto is telepathic apparently. He’s gonna use this kid.

Aaaand he really just did it. The “sweets for my sweet”.

Candy could be helping the travel? The Nowhere is curing disease, so maybe all the kids were very sick before coming? Ferryman might be saving kids from their diseases in exchange for them being there.

Okay it’s over. Go read someone else’s post now I guess. Go. Go on. This post is over.

[lightphieric]

Here's a preview of "Pitcher Hits the Stone," my piece for @morphogenzine! Leftover sales are still going on, so go check it out if you haven't got your copy yet!

Dad took Sean out for a walk in the park that morning. It was a rare treat to go outside; he was usually too tired from the chemotherapy, but nerves and excitement over his surgery had him full of energy. Cool, refreshing raindrops made their way past the branches and onto his skin, soothing his aches as he marveled at the life covering the path, worms and slugs all drawn out by the damp.

A woman taking her morning jog approached from the other direction. Sean took up a lot of space on the trail, with his crutches and Dad standing at his side for support, but the path was wide, with just enough room for the jogger to pass them. She smiled at Sean as she got nearer, the brightest, kindest smile he had ever seen. And then she turned down another path.

“And I wondered why! She seemed so nice, I didn’t think she would avoid me because of my cross eye or my crutches. So before she got too far away, I hacked her mind. And do you know what she was thinking?”

“Tell me.”

“‘There was a snail next to them. I didn’t want to step on it.’ Isn’t that so sweet and selfless?”

“Quite commendable.”

“It’s a really good sign. I think it means my surgery is going to go well.”

Delta turned in his chair. The plastic on his long, ruffled raincoat released a screech as it scraped against the waiting room chair. Mom and the receptionist both winced, which wasn’t very nice of them. Delta only moved slowly because he was old. “Do you believe in omens, Sean?”

Sean nodded vigorously. “At least, I really like the idea. Don’t you?”

Delta folded his hands in his lap and lifted his chin pensively. “The concept has always seemed… redundant. After all, if humans have the ability to make decisions and choose their own fates, then any omen could be rendered meaningless by action. Would the universe bother crafting messages that could become meaningless?”

Sean cupped his chin in his hands, considering every word. He may not have been able to go to school, but being friends with Delta was an education in itself.

“There is also the possibility that humans lack the ability to change their fates. All omens would thus refer to inevitable future events. The question in that case becomes, why would the universe bother warning people about things they can’t change?”

“I guess you’re right. Maybe signs from the universe aren’t helpful,” said Sean. “But even if omens are useless, I think that if anyone could see them, it would be people like us.”

The corners of Delta’s mouth curled up in a smile. “You have much yet to learn.”

“A-am I wrong?”

“No.”

To be continued... in Morphogenesis...

[basicallyginger]

I wanna start posting some dreamed I’ve had in case they entertain someone.

Here’s a cool one I had October 2nd this year

This dream was kinda odd, I don’t really remember the first half but I was in a different setting than normal, I was in a different body; tall white make with a buzz cut, grey sweat shirt and dark joggers. I woke up in a bed because for some reason the friends who I left behind before I became this person were at the dorm or home, it was essentially a camp. They left because I was stubborn enough to not want to take my cloths off infront of them or get a treatment, when they left I could see this body in a movie like way with different camera angles, my dreams will often switch from first, to second, and third. The body was muscular and tone, although I noticed something peculiar about it; the body was trans, trans female to male that is, a man came in while I was sleeping (still in third person) with flowing brown hair and a strong beard, when he got to my bed without opening my eyes I told him to get out, this all was while my bed was oddly being made out of blond hair, all weaved together along with straw and cotton, I noticed this because there was a scene of this body with a hat on but straight blond hair slightly covering his face while making a doll of this blond hair. Not sure how but the next night the woman who was weaving the bed I was in joined me to make a cactus in a loft out of straw and mud, the woman had a v-cut hair that was dark brown, looked rather basic with a average jawline, brown eyes, and a Russian accent; she was wearing a black hoodie with a blue raincoat over it with black pants. After we had finished the cactus we started for the door and left, we were in a hurry and she fell into the water unfortunately, I had to fight to balance myself because I remembered I had electronics in my pockets, she stood up soaked and muddy but we were both laughing, “she was pretty for someone covered in mud” I thought; I think we sat her down at the basketball court to dry off and I left to go explore, I’m not sure wether this was in the beginning of the dream or after but two things happened

First being: I left and went to explore an abandoned subway that was on the campgrounds and got caught by the police and had to run, I ran and ran passing buildings, over roads, and then to the police station, the one place I didn’t wanna end up running into (see what I did there?) surly I don’t go inside and try to cut through making this chase longer then it needs to be right? You’d be surprised.. the air was foggy, just like any other day, evening? I couldn’t see the sun to tell the time but it was bright enough to see clearly that I was in a cop station while I was being hunted down ok the run from said cops, so in my genius improvising skills hid in this blue contraption, safe right? Nah. A FORK LIFT came and picked it up and I had to get the fuck outta there before being crushed, which led to alarms going off and me calmly asking a lady cop where the dorms were, she replied with “yeah I can take you there..” and reached for her taser, I noticed this and turned to run when I felt electricity running through me, surprisingly I was able to keep running, I ran past a big male cop who also tased me, although the third time he took a chunk out of my skin because I ripped the ends off, I bolted for the exit and to where I thought the general direction of the dorms were while no one chased me, I got to the dorms jumped through a window because I thought it was my friends, but when I looked up there sitting on a bucket by the door was sitting a guy, I realized I couldn’t really make out his face, it was puggy with odd flat but curly at the ends hair style with brown eyes, I looked at him and said “you aren’t my friend? Where am I?” He laughed and said “no I am not” A woman to my right sitting on the bed with short grey hair, kinda looked like the woman from Alien honestly, she spoke up and asked if I could close the window and that my friend might be in the next hall over, I left after apologizing for the inconvenience and opened window, I left after not finding my friend and went to head out to my dorm when a cop car pulls up to the building I was just in, I had to hide behind a car (I was still in plain sight) and my heart started to race when I remembered that I was in a dream right? It can’t affect me in real life? But this wasn’t my body so whose was it? Regardless, I made a break for the basketball court where I left that girl from earlier, somehow she had moved to a new one and this camp had a lot of basketball courts, as I was about to sit down with her on the railing I heard a monologue of an older woman say “The golden retriever always stays loyal to their owner” while panned in a wide shot putting us in the middle of the screen, then back to first person, we talked about something I unfortunately don’t remember when the cops were walking around us, this went on for just two minutes untill this 7 foot blond hair blue eyes buzz cut of a man said it’s time, I stood up and put my hands up to be arrested when he said “I was told to do this” and proceeds to kick the shit outta me, that’s where that part ended

Secondly: I was at a party on a small island off the shore (within walking distance of the beach) playing music and flashing our phone flashlights having a good time, uuuntil we got busted and had to make a break for it, I remember slapping my feet on the water so I didn’t sink in up to my knees so I could run faster for some reason. This part wasn’t long because I don’t remember much so I could be the beginning to this whole story but idk. Ether way I ran to a corner of a building looking around in third person checking for any cops, and that’s all I remember from that part.

[watching-pictures-move]

Put On Your Raincoats | Buda (Stagliano, 1997)

I was interested in checking this out because in John Stagliano in his Rialto Report interview made it sound like one of the few things he’s made with actual artistic ambition. This is set in Budapest and a lot of the actors speak Hungarian with intermittent subtitles, so you know this is artsy. But more seriously, there is an attempt here to meld the feigned verisimilitude of gonzo style with a crime thriller narrative that is interesting in concept, if not consistently engaging to actually watch. The most notable thing about this is the early digital cinematography. At this point digital cameras offered nowhere near the fidelity you would get with film, but you can sort of see this movie working with those limitations. A good chunk of the movie is shot outside at night or in darkened rooms, and the limited colour range of the digital image has a collapsing effect. Shadows become stronger and more impenetrable, while the lighting seems starker, and even things like lens flare feel more gradated and tactile. You could argue this presages what Michael Mann was doing in the 2000s, if you wanted to talk out of your ass. There’s also a club scene with harsh red and blue lighting. You could argue this is just like Suspiria, if you wanted to talk out of your ass.

Anyway, you mix this digital cinematography with the frequently seedy location work (this was shot guerrilla-style, and Stagliano notes that a kidnapping scene was mistaken by bystanders for the real thing, and some of the actors had connections to crime, with at least one being arrested during the shoot for possession of a gun) and there’s a compellingly sleazy atmosphere here, particularly during the nocturnal sections. That being said, I do think this highlights the difficulty of truly adapting gonzo style to a conventional narrative. For much of the movie we’re sticking closely to our hero Rocco Siffredi, but the camerawork will frequently detach from his perspective and pathologically home in on the actresses’ buttocks. As Stagliano is the Buttman this shouldn’t be entirely unexpected, and in his defense, the actresses here have some pretty delectable derrieres. And I do think he sometimes pulls out some unexpected angles or otherwise accentuates the mood with how his camera floats and lingers. But I understand a lot of this was improvised, and Stagliano’s shooting style ends up drawing things out far beyond of interest. For normal people watching this to jerk off, they probably won’t mind, but for those of us with Letterboxd-induced brain damage trying to watch this like an actual movie, this is sometimes a challenge with its three-hour runtime. There’s also a jittery industrial synth score that starts off helping the mood but then keeps playing, even over other scoring. The sound mixing is pretty horrible, and while the digital cinematography has its benefits, the quick shooting and lack of conventional lighting setups results in Stagliano cranking up the brightness on some scenes to hideous results.

I will also note that while Rocco Siffredi has his fans, I am not one of them, and while he’s more tolerable here than the porno Klaus Kinski he would become later on, I still don’t think he’s good enough to carry the movie. I also think a lot of the sex scenes, while ably performed and featuring stunningly beautiful actresses, suffer because we don’t have a good sense of who most of these characters are. The best ones here are between Siffredi and the heroine Holly Black (who was thrown into the role after the original lead actresses left the production but handles herself well enough, and looks kinda cool with a gun at the end), and between Siffredi and Ursula Moore as the villain’s sympathetic sister. The one with Moore is the movie at its best, Stagliano’s horny camerawork allowing us to grasp her attractive qualities and letting her evoke a sense of mystery before the action begins, at which point the shadowy visuals accentuate the energy pretty nicely. It is, dare I say, genuinely erotic.

And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Stagliano has a role in this, essentially playing himself. When Siffredi shows up with Black at their hotel room, Stagliano remarks “He gets the girl at the end of the movie", asks to shoot a Buttman scene and then leaves. The sign of a great actor is that they can lift up their co-stars and make them better by giving them something to play off of. Stagliano does not do this at all.

[dadjokesbutgay]

Purple seems like they could be the Teacher with the villagers as the Bullies, since Purple starts out as a side antagonist in a position similar to that of the Teacher.

Maybe the Pretender could be Alan. This would have a bit of backstory to it: the dolls could be stick figures or other characters he's created, making Chosen the Butler (powers and seemingly neutral stance towards killing) and Dark the Craftsman (no qualms with killing, does the darker work between the two, likes creating things) with victim as Raincoat Girl (fighting for their survival, resourceful, no powers, fails to live in the end). They all could be dolls created by Pretender-Alan, which would fit with TSC being Six since we see her trapped in the Manor with Raincoat Girl. TSC being created by Pretender-Alan could also explain them eating the gnome, if their green ability came with gnawing hunger and was activated by the music box in Mono's TV world, but they still aren't fully conscious or in control while the ability is active.

Later, victim could return as the Masked Lady (if that's her name; I forgot what it was) like how they reappear in AvA, unable to look in mirrors because of what falling in the acid has done to their face (not sure how they would survive it, though), and the keys could be guarded by the Mercs. This would end up with the standoff between vic and TSC being a pretty cool parallel of how much the two have changed for the worse since the Manor.

Also, I think Green fits Mono pretty well because TSC and Green are confirmed to be pretty close friends in canon which carries over to them working together in the AU (as well as the Influencer Arc/screens thing, like you already mentioned).

A

Why did I make

Red→runaway kid

Tsc→six

Yellow→alone

Green→mono

Blue→low

Let's start with red I picked runaway kid because red likes animals, and i feel like he would love gnomes like runaway kid does

Next tsc, I picked six because she was powerful, and has the most screen time

There is one problem with that, that I've now realized, tsc is basically twilight sparkle from mlp, he cares a lot for his friends unlike six who had no problem with betraying mono and I'm thinking of a solution cause I don't really want to change tsc's character

Why can I just change the story up a bit? Nothing dramatic honestly I just want to make it were six dropped mono on accident due to exhaustion! Prior to this, their limbs were mangled, they had ran all the way there, and a lot earlier, was smashed by a chair? I feel like It could be probable, but to convey it more, make the cracks crack faster, stumbling six which made them let him go before barely escaping, is this to much of a change? I hope not, oh and six eating the gnome? I'm not sure if I should just make him eat the sausage or still eat the gnome and feel bad about it. If you put in the attention to read this whole thing, please tell me your opinion on this.

Next yellow, I picked alone I don't know much about this character but after seeing the little nightmares 3 trailer them and yellow seemed like a good mix for those 2 characters. I picked alone for them because of the wrench on their back and it matches them.

Next green, I picked mono but honestly the other way around, I picked green kind of randomly when it decided tsc would be six but later thinking about it, I think it makes sense? I mean I hope so, one of the things that made me keep it was the TV stuff and the new influencer videos but it's not really a good point so give me your opinion on this fella to!!

Next blue, I picked low because, much like yellow the little nightmares 3 trailer fitted then both alot and to me it was just a matter of picking who's who, I made blue low because low uses a bow, and so does blue!

also low is the one with the bird hat and alone is the one with the green jumpsuit

That's why I picked them all, please give me your opinion!! Especially on tsc

[thevoidspeakz]

Ok listen, I'm 100% sure this has been done before but I just wanna throw some of my thoughts down here because I can't stop thinking about it.

When Mike wears yellow, it means he's hiding something/repressing himself.

Mike's main color is blue. He may have some yellow accents here and there, but mainly blue.

Now, some scenes where he changes into yellow are the Military make out scene at the start of season 3, the byler rain fight, the airport + rink-o-mania scene.

The Melbourne make out scene at the start of season 3:

In this scene, he's wearing a yellow shirt with a blue jean vest on top. The main color being yellow represents Mike repressing himself, and forcing himself to be in that situation.

(may I add: the yellow curtains in between them, in the green room.)

Here, they're mainly making out, El tries to put her hands on Mike's face but (and I can't stress this enough) he pulls them away.

The blue vest on top could mean a couple things, though it might be a stretch;

First, Mike does try to show a bit of his true self in this scene. After pulling El's hands away, he starts singing the song on the radio, and just being the silly and expressive Mike we know, but El doesn't like that, so he goes back to repressing.

Secondly, this outfit continues on to the movies. We know he can keep his actual personality around his friends because he's known them forever, but the yellow is still there. Because it always is, even if it's not showing.

The rain fight:

Oh yeah, this one's good. Mike's shirt here is fully yellow, he's going full repression here.

We all know about the damn rain fight scene.

Mike knows people think D&D is childish and stupid, and he thinks he can't like "childish things" anymore and he feels the pressure to grow up, to do "normal" things. He also directly relates liking girls to growing up, and also thinks that not liking girls makes him childish, and definitely not normal. He ends up projecting all of this onto Will.

Mike wants to keep playing D&D and Nintendo, and he doesn't want a girlfriend, but he feels like those are obligatory parts of growing up. In season 2, we see him being forced to throw away toys that hold a lot of memories and emotion. He was forced to grow up very early.

"It's not my fault you don't like girls!" and "We're not kids anymore. I mean, what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were just gonna sit in my basement and play games for the rest of our lives?" make all of this very clear.

Also, when he bikes to Will's house to apologise, his raincoat is green, covering up the yellow. Green being the mix of yellow and blue, his and Will's colors.

Even with all of the layers of hiding and repression, to Mike, Will is way more important. Mike's scared, confused and conflicted, but he loves Will, no matter what the nature of that love is.

The airport + rink-o-mania scene:

And this is where Mike once again goes full repression mode. All of those doubts from S3 and probably more piled back up, which is symbolized by the yellow shirt over the very blueish purple.

He's trying to focus all of his attention onto El, and he's overperforming as a good boyfriend, and yet, he was still paying attention to Will in the end.

At the airport, there was that half assed "hug" for whatever reason (there's a bunch to choose from, pick your favorite), and he was definitely jealous of whatever girl Will had supposedly painted something for. That "Oh. What's that?" and "Cool." were not subtle, Michael.

At rink-o-mania, he noticed Will "moping" and rolling his eyes, and he tried making the joke about the "vomit green" socks to cheer him up, and it was Will being annoyed that ruined his whole day, and not his girlfriend being publicly humiliated??? Ok. Go off king.

Now, here are some other scenes I felt were important to bring up;

(Note that we don't see Mike in a mainly yellow outfit anytime in seasons 1 or 2.)

When the Byers move out:

God. Fuck. He's wearing a beige shirt with touches of light blue here.

The beige, being very close to yellow, is there because his issues and doubts aren't gone yet.

"I'm sorry, that made me sound like a 7 year old." He's still scared of seeming childish to others. There's also the heavily uncomfortable kiss scene in this outfit, where his eyes are fully opened and he stands there doing nothing in front of an open closet. El forgave him, she said she loved him back, and yet he didn't look happy about that for even a second. He just looked confused. He probably realized how wrong it felt in that moment.

Now let's go over some facts: He looks back at the Byers house after they leave, and the scene where he hugs his mom directly parallels when he thought Will was dead.

Yeah. They wanted us to see how upset he was about losing Will again.

He spent the whole summer pushing him away because of how afraid he was of his own feelings, and he focused so much on that the he didn't stop to think about how much it would hurt to lose him again, and that's exactly what they show us here, and that's what the blue is there to represent.

The season 3 "I love her" outburst:

Okay so this one fucks me up.

He's wearing all three colors here; green, blue and yellow. Now I'd appreciate a little help because I have no idea why that's the case.

He wears this in the "I love her" outburst scene and when he's trying to talk to her at the grocery store.

The yellow has significantly subsided. The main colors here are blue and green. Now, I fully believe that his "I love her" here was meant to be fully platonic, so that would mean he wasn't hiding his true feelings, they were just misunderstood.

The green I really can't say, though he also wore green during their first kiss back in s1, it was just a lot less, and there were also touches of brown/orange;

The "I love you" monologue (🙄):

He's wearing that same blue shirt he's been wearing the whole time, with Will in frame and the pocket over his heart pointing directly to Will.

He's wearing blue here because his monologue was directly based on what Will told him in the van. He thought El was the one who felt that for him, and he needed to hear that, and if she really loved him that way then maybe he could deal. Mike feels like he needs to be needed to be important, and he was convinced that El needed him.

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Just wanted to throw my two scents into this whole analysis thing, you don't need to believe any of this!

If you have anything to add, feel free to! This is my first analysis and I have the memory of a two year old, so I probably missed some stuff.

@xhavibee sorry for the wait, it's out tho!

[ptergwen]

warmer than cuddles

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: may plays matchmaker and makes some suggestive jokes

prompt: you and peter get caught in the rain and have to share an umbrella

a/n: thank youuu to the angel who requested <3 swear this is my favorite trope to write hehe ☔️

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one of the many things you and peter have in common is being lazy. it’s sort of the basis of your friendship. you’re not the kids who drink or party or get in trouble. you play board games and eat pizza on his ripped up couch. the riskiest thing you’ve ever done is sneak into a movie.

peter was so paranoid you’d get caught, he couldn’t even pay attention. he kept whispering to you about paying the whole time. you had to drag him out by his hand after the movie ended. the next time you went to that theater, he bought an extra ticket to “make it even.”

that about put an end to your trying new things phase. you went right back to your comfy nights in pajamas. tackling each other for the remote, baking terrible cookies that you just throw out, sharing a blanket to stay warm. what also helps is that you cuddle under it.

all the fun you need is you, peter, and your love for doing nothing. may disagrees.

she’s always trying to get you two out of the apartment. in her words, it’s “unhealthy for developing teens to spend so much time cooped up inside.” peter once asked which mother’s facebook group she joined. you snickered at that. may gave you a warning look.

well, you don’t have a choice to stay in today. she’s kicking you and peter out because she has guests coming over.

“it’s girl’s night,” may tells the two of you with a satisfied smirk. she hangs her raincoat on the rack and comes into the living room. peter squints his eyes at her. “you have friends?” he sounds too surprised for your liking. you flick his arm hard enough to make him go “ouch!”

“peter, we only have, like, four friends. that’s counting ourselves,” you inform him with a laugh. peter drops his head onto your shoulder. “and i don’t need any of them but you,” he says sarcastically, rubbing his cheek on your sweatshirt. “aw, i know,” you coo and rest your head on his. may crosses her arms and shrugs.

“you should do a group play date with everyone! i haven’t heard from ned in a while,” she suggests, your eyes flicking over to peter. he’s biting back a grin. “play date?” you try to stifle a laugh when you ask. “you know what i mean. a hang out,” may nods at her better word choice. peter winces in protest.

“eh, ned will probably wanna go out somewhere. we don’t do that,” he tells may, like that’s a completely normal thing for a teenager to say. you raise a finger in agreement. she laughs in disbelief at you and peter. you’re splayed out on the couch, on a saturday, complaining about doing anything else.

“you two make me feel young.” may’s words are a joke, but her tone isn’t. “you are young, may,” you reassure her and smile a little. peter says nothing. his eyes become hooded as he settles into you more. “look at you two, like some old married couple,” may gestures to you from where she’s standing. she smiles this time.

peter’s face gets hot from the mention of you being a couple. your heart skips a couple of beats. you’re pretty sure he can tell from how close he is.

“do whatever you want, just not here,” she gets back to the real conversation. peter hides his entire face in your shoulder as a form of protest. you pat his back. “and not each other. unless you’re safe,” may adds. “may, please. no,” he groans out, positive he’s all red now. you blink at her in horror.

may knows what she’s doing. peter isn’t the most subtle person, especially not about liking someone. she’s learned all the signs that her nephew is falling. he’s falling for you. she sees it in you, too. the way your eyes soften when they meet peter’s, how fast you are to hug him back or beam at the silly things he says.

you two spend so much time apart from your other friends, you basically are a couple. you’re just not old or married. the only thing you need is a push to realize that.

“ok, we’re gonna go now,” peter decides and pulls away from you. “god bless,” you say only so he can hear. he chuckles at that, you getting up from the couch. giving him a knowing smile, you grab one of his hands. he lets you pull him to his feet while exhaling. he’s already exhausted. may watches and shakes her head.

peter walks up to give her a quick hug. “enjoy girl’s night. love you,” he murmurs as she squeezes him tight. even though they tease each other a lot, their relationship is really sweet. it’s very telling how a guy treats his mother. well, aunt in this case. that thought has always been in the back of your mind.

“have fun!” you grin at may when her and peter pull apart. he comes back over to you and tugs on your sleeve. “thanks, kids. we’ll be done around eleven,” she lets you know. you’re already getting your shoes on and ready to leave. eleven is a while from now.

“don’t forget an umbrella! it’s drizzling!” may calls after you two. peter grabs hers that’s leaning against the front door. it’s pink with purple polka dots. you giggle at that. “hey, i like pink,” he defends himself and opens the door, letting you out first. you raise your hands in defense, leaving the apartment.

peter waves at may one last time. “good luck, peter,” she tells him once you reach the stairs. he furrows both eyebrows. “good luck with what?” “you’ll see,” may raises her own eyebrows in a way that’s all too familiar to peter. he calls it her face of wisdom.

still confused, peter heads out. he finds you at the bottom of the stairs. you shove your hands in your pockets and push against the door to open it. peter meets you outside, twirling the umbrella between his fingers.

“is there anywhere you wanna go?” he asks as you start to walk. you’re just going down the block for now. “back upstairs,” you sigh out. “i wish. not an option, though,” peter puffs some air out of his cheeks. you fumble to pull up your hood. he easily reaches over and does it for you.

“thanks,” you say quietly. “you’re welcome,” peter pats the top of your head for emphasis. “we could just walk around.” “until eleven o’clock? that’s five hours from now,” you laugh out, adjusting your hoodie to block your face. disappointment crosses over his features.

“should’ve brought my suit,” he mutters mostly to himself. linking your arm with his, your eyes widen. “i’m not trusting you to swing me around in this weather.” his bicep flexes when your arm wraps around his own. “what? i’ve done it before, y/n/n. on patrol.” you turn your head towards him.

“didn’t you get hurt last time?” you already know the answer. “sprained wrist and a few cuts,” he grumbles, you humming because you’re right. he’d called you in tears when he got home, scared he broke something. you reminded him he would heal soon and stayed on the phone until he calmed down.

that ended up being the whole night. you’re probably the most supportive of peter being spider-man. you of course worry about the toll it takes, but you understand why he does it. the least you can do is be there for him while he navigates the superhero world. not talk him out of it or scold him for making mistakes, be there.

that’s why he loves his lazy days with you so much. they’re his break, his escape from what he lies awake worrying about most nights. you’ve seen what he has to go through, so you respect that. whatever he needs to do to unwind is fine by you. as long as you get to do it with him.

“then you couldn’t patrol for weeks. you could barely hold a pencil.” your other arm sneaks around his. they’re both hugging him now. “you had to be my note taker,” peter reminisces, a smile making its way onto his face. “that sucked, man. you’re such a perfectionist about them,” you breathe out.

peter flips the umbrella around in a show-off kind of way. “you don’t complain when i send them to you.” he sounds so cocky you can’t help but roll your eyes. he isn’t wrong, though. “whatever. seriously, where should we go?” “uh,” peter’s eyes scan the block for inspiration. they land on a man carrying takeout.

“dinner? not at a restaurant since we’re in sweats,” he adds the last part so you don’t have to. “ooh, let’s go to panera,” you happily squeeze his arm. peter quirks an eyebrow at you. “you’re always hungry after.” “so? we can get dessert, too. we have a while.” that makes his heart flutter. a while with you.

“cool, cool, cool,” he sings to you, leaning into your side as you walk. you giggle and push at his shoulder. “i think we can make it there before the rain picks up.” there’s a clap of thunder right after he says that, like something out of a movie. it’s followed by a heavier rain coming down on you two. you pull at the strings of your hoodie to keep it tighter on your head.

“jinxed it,” you remark, both of you stopping so peter can open the umbrella. “ugh,” he grunts out. his lower lip is between his teeth while he undoes the velcro. he pushes down and watches as the umbrella springs open for you two. “here, c’mere,” peter welcomes you under as he holds it above your heads.

it doesn’t quite fit you both since it’s only meant for one person. you forgot he took may’s. the two of you have to squish together so you can avoid the rain, which is pitter pattering down hard on the sidewalk.

you’re comfortable under here with him. the freezing cold weather outside of the umbrella is hardly an issue anymore.

peter turns to face you, letting out a breathless laugh. “you can take off your hood now.” your arms slip from around his. you remove it from your head and give him a toothy grin. it’s one that’s meant to be over exaggerated. “there’s that pretty face,” peter’s voice gets quieter. unlike what you did, that wasn’t a joke.

your pretty face loses its smile. you’re suddenly very aware of how close peter is to you.

you can see the faint scar on his chin from when he banged it into a wall in your living room. he’d ran straight into it during your two person game of hide and seek. yes, you still play that. it was gushing blood for half an hour.

there are also the thousands of freckles dotting his face, the ones you only notice by looking at him super hard. you try to count them whenever you get bored. peter stares back at you while you fall in love with every tiny detail about him.

he takes the time to admire your lips, not just because they look really kissable right now. because of every curious expression they press into when he does something you can’t believe. your eyes, that he feels a sense of safety and honesty and familiarity every time he looks into. he finds them and feels like he’s home.

“peter?” you speak up after a few moments. your tone is hesitant, as if whatever you’re going to ask will change what you have forever. that’s because it might. it’s silent except for the sound of the rain hitting his umbrella. peter finally answers, almost in a whisper. “yeah?”

“i... i think,” you clear your throat before going on. his eyes trail down to your lips again, then back up to your twinkling ones. even on a gloomy day like this, they could light up the whole sky. “i think i love you,” you get out, a hand over your racing heart. peter gives you a small but sure nod. “i think i love you, too.”

he takes a step closer to you, if that’s even possible. his hand without the umbrella comes up to hold your cheek. you watch as he uses his thumb to wipe away a few stray rain droplets. your head tilts to the side, lips parted on instinct. peter leans in until his lips just brush yours, letting you decide what comes next.

you choose to close the space between you two. his eyes squeeze shut, whole face scrunched up when he kisses back. this is a release of all the emotions he’s been holding in that he didn’t even realize he had. you slip into a rhythm, using the angle to move your lips against peter’s.

his hand drops from your cheek to your jaw to support you while you kiss. your own hands grab his biceps, fingers pressing into him, depesrate to have him in your arms. peter lets out a content sigh against your lips before detaching them. it’s not for long. he comes right back in after taking a breath.

you get one long peck from him, then another that’s softer than the last. you give him a short kiss back, lips curving into a smile when this one ends. peter’s thumb smooths over your jawline while he searches for your eyes. he grins at you and tightens his grip on the umbrella handle. he’s surprised it didn’t blow away in the midst of your mini makeout.

“i definitely love you, peter,” you state so genuinely, hands on his shoulders now. that has to be peter’s favorite sentence he’s ever heard. the most beautiful combination of words, said by you to him. “i definitely love you, y/n,” peter agrees, punctuating his statement with one last kiss. you haven’t stopped smiling when his lips meet the corner of yours.

may was right about two things that night. you needed the umbrella for that huge storm, but it did more than protect your from the rain. it also brought you and peter together in a way. the second thing she was right about was that peter loves you, and every feeling he has mirror yours for him.

actually, she was right about three things. you two have to get out of the apartment more often.

[tainbocuailnge]

Give the dreams and theories for Bazett's FGO gameplay.

[trying not to hype myself up too much] the dream is to get bazett at all [realizes this is jinxing it] and not have them involve prillya in it. anyway:

between sigurd punching his swords for his np and santa karna outright calling himself boxer class it seems inevitable that bazett will be saber (possibly also calling herself boxer bc she's the origin of the joke) but in my heart of hearts i'm still holding out for berserker because i'm the berserker guy

delayed action noble phantasm like angra, but in her case she gets like, a one hit invul buff + on-target effect that once consumed will blast the attacker with the beam that has already taken effect. ideally it has some stupid high damage modifier on it to compensate for the jank of even triggering it. if we want accurate lore gameplay integration they'd need to somehow make it so she can only use it three times per fight and idk how they'd go about that but oberon actually is a step in that direction already with his permanent sleep buff so maybe using the np puts some permanent status effect on her and if it reaches 3 stacks she can't use it anymore. actually you could also make it so the delayed action of her np is triggered by enemy nps/charge attacks and then give her a skill that feeds the enemy charge for some funny joaks

all that sounds more complicated than they'd actually be willing to implement though so the more likely option is that she just has a standard enmity np maybe it makes some flat stars too who knows.

QQABB(Q) set with fat rune magecraft crits is the only true path although you do risk overlapping with karna too much there which IS countered some by making her np jank as fuck and because she's my wife and i always win she's gonna be more buster focused than quick. i think she should be sturdy as all fuck too im talking kagekiyo 3/4 uptime guts galatea 100% defense up facetank nps kind of sturdy which again would pair cool with her np being a reactive tool. the whole thing with bazett's fighting style is that she built unbelievable physical toughness to compensate for her emotional weakness + her np means her fight strategy hinges on baiting out her own death so the logical conclusion is to make her one of those solo survival artists/backline clutchers

all her ascensions are just the suit but one with a cool raincoat added and one with the jacket held over her shoulder

[queen0fm0nsterz]

This post resonates with me spiritually but I would like to add my own two cents on it

What gets me about them is the fact that they are, all in all, completely opposite to one another, both design, personality and "role-in-the-narrative" wise.

RCG is mostly identified by warm tones and colors. Her brown hair, yellow raincoat, bright red bow tie, all of this leading back to her relatively "warm" personality. She's not necessarely the goody two shoes the fandom makes her out to be, but she's possibly the most altruistic of the Little Nights protagonists. Whenever the occasion presents itself where she has to chose whether or not to help someone, she almost always lends a hand - only exception being when she was chased by the Butler and closed the door on Six. Even then, though, she later goes out of her way to risk her life to help Six when she's being chased. Hell, I'd argue the reason she got chased by the Pretender in the first place is because she hesitated for that brief moment when she heard her cry. Like, she didn't make a noise or anything: she just stopped and stared. This doesn't happen with the other two antagonists, so I'm assuming the Pretender's tears were what moved her enough to not immediately dip.

The Pretender on the other hand is the exact opposite. Identifiable by her cool tones, like the greens and blues she wears and the white hair, she is overall much more "pointy" in appearence and personality. She's abrasive, spoiled, aggressive in her ways, everything you'd expect her to be considering her position. But, she's also unbearably lonely. Nobody around her is there because they want to be: the Butler and thr Craftsman are merely doing their job, the children are turned into dolls and also try to escape all the time, I doubt the Nomes ever approach her considering her attitude... Being alone because you're unwanted might even be worse than isolation due to outside forces. Not knowing what a genuine friendship looks like because you never experienced one is... just sad. Even though she is far more privileged than her counterpart, I think she more than any other antagonist in this franchise is the product of an environment that never really cared. If this was any other genre, the Pretender would be the most redeemable of the villains.

The reason why I brought up that RCG stops when she hears the Pretender cry is because, in another setting (maybe where kids don't get killed for starters🙄), that same gesture could have been the beginning of a turning point.

On one hand you have the Pretender, crying her eyes out about the miserable life she lives as a consequence of powers she didn't ask for, and on the other you have RCG, who has been trying to escape this horrid place only to be met with the tears of someone she shouldn't care about.

But how can she turn such a genuine display away? And how could the Pretender, who is initially standoffish and aggressive as she normally would be, reject the first ever display of concern for her well-being?

Idk man I'm just rambling at this point but this is to say I am Normal about them

Rcg and The Pretender is the ship ever for me. They’re both doomed by the narrative they love each other they’ve tried to kill each other their a scrawny street rat and rich aristocrat they die together one lives in the others walls their medusa and her girlfriend their both scared preteens their 

[jackrrabbit]

🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

[avengerchuck]

I can only include one video per post, so this one is going to have to count…I think it’s a cute one! And a nice introduction to the first Teddy Ruxpin I’d like you to meet :o)

I have three of them now! One Worlds of Wonder Teddy that most people know from the original release in 85 (pictured above), a Playskool Teddy, and a Wicked Cool Toys Teddy. I’ve nicknamed this one “Cloudy”, since his listing came with the raincoat outfit!

Cloudy is a Gen 2! Instead of separations according to reboots and re-releases like a few other 80s toy franchises, when you hear someone call their Teddy a Gen 1-3 they’re talking about the slightly different releases of Worlds of Wonder Teddy. There are little variations, and three possibilities. Mine is a Gen 2 because he has a hard plastic nose, three servo motors, a plastic tape player, and an uncovered battery compartment. Cloudy also came mint in the box!! He had never played for anyone or even been opened until I tested him on Christmas morning (don’t worry, he’s in good hands!)

Cloudy also has a pretty interesting story. The seller’s mother had gotten her son a Teddy for Christmas of 1985. This original Teddy was well loved, they had multiple tapes and books for him (which I now own), and unfortunately he had broken one day. So the seller’s mother bought him a brand new Teddy. Unfortunately, the seller was now what he considered “too old” for an animatronic teddy bear, and Cloudy sat on a shelf for years and years until eventually being sold in a lot with his books and tapes and rain coat. And he works perfectly! He’s mint! His eye servos are a little bit sticky, but that’s a super easy fix and the only thing “wrong” with him. I’m super fortunate to have this little guy!!! Now if only I could find a working Grubby to plug him into…

Bonus picture of Cloudy’s raincoat in action, just because it’s cute.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

You mean the Ln 1 comic kids being parallels to cup, tengu, fox and scarecrow or?

MASTERPOST

HELL YEAH BESTIE YOU GOT IT!

The hypothesis came into my mind while making the LN iceberg. Basically I was synthesizing the plot of the cancelled comics and I thought,

"Wow, I never realized that Humpback Girl and the Lady both have a strong disliking of mirrors due to bad experiences with Mirror Man. Cool coincidence."

Then I realized the Humpback Girl keeps her face covered at all times - like the Lady, who costantly wears a mask, and that they both are wearing different shades of orange.

(Not sure about this one, but Humpback Girl's friends might be seen as paralleles to the Maw employees. I mean, the guy with the super long limbs? The conjoined "twins"?)

And this got me thinking.

If, hypothetically, Humpback Girl is paralleling the current Lady... then what about the other kids? Could they be seen as paralleles to the previous four?

Before we go on, keep in mind: I'm not saying they're exact paralleles. While the Lady can't keep away from mirrors, Humpback Girl is terrified of them.

But what I am saying is that their similarities might help us understand the Ladies a bit more.

And you'll tell me, "But there's only five children! The Bandaged Kid got snatched away, so the numbers of kids and Ladies don't match!" Not to worry: we're ""confirming"" two theories in one hit.

Because we only have one other child tell us their full story (curse the day the comics were cancelled /lh), I'll begin with announcing that the Refugee Boy is paralleling none other than Scarecrow.

I mean... look at the boy's hood and tell me it doesn't resemble the scarecrow mask.

(Yes, this is important for my reasoning - it's gonna help us determine who the other children match.)

Let's recap what we know about Scarecrow. She has a tendecy to run and hide from the horrors of the world instead of facing them (like the boy who is trying to evade the clutches of the North Wind), she wears blue and she could have possibly had a sister which might have been one of the others.

And, wouldn't you know!, the Refugee Boy also happens to have a younger sister! One who wears a red cape.

You already know where I'm going with this.

Yep.

Recreating Tengu's mask using a hood must be complicated, but the choice of color for the cape was spot on. It's literally the same shade as the little statue from the DLC.

We know that Tengu, unlike Scarecrow, was someone who wanted to fit in with the monsters to avoid being hurt - and that this was just a facade she put out in order to make herself seem stronger than she actually was.

The Refugee Boy's sister is straight up replaced by a monster, a.k.a. the Ferryman, who is a shapeshifter (thus creating this "false persona"), while the real girl had already been claimed by the North Wind.

It's what Tengu did, just... not literally.

But there's more: when I first introduced the idea of Scarecrow and Tengu being sisters, I ended up wondering if such an event would go down in regards to the Thin Man and Lady coexistence theory. Would the Thin Man only kidnap one of the girls or both? And today, I think I finally have my answer.

In this story, we could see the North Wind as a stand-in for either the Thin Man or the Hunger itself, or even a mix of both. The one who snatched the girl away from her sibling...

Look at what the girl's skeleton is wearing.

Yellow cape. Much like the signature yellow raincoat both Six and the girl in the Lady's paintings (who could be a possible younger Lady) wear.

Only one of the girls was taken; only one of them is destined to become the true Lady of the Maw. And that girl was Tengu. Scarecrow became a Lady, yes, but only by association. She was just a normal person thrown in a world where she had no chance of keeping herself safe other than hiding away from everything else - including her own sister.

(Btw, this also explains the drawings seen on Tengu's wall in VLN. The three children rappresent Tengu, Scarecrow and their Mono... until the Eye changed everything.)

(Again, these drawings are not literal parallels. They're telling two stories simultaniously: the one of the three children who became nomes, and the one of an unlikely trio who was doomed from the start.)

So, if the girls seen in these paintings truly are the two headless statues, then we can give the girls a face.

Tengu. Scarecrow.

Okay, so we established Scarecrow and Tengu as the Refugee Boy and his sister respectively. Cool. But what about the others who don't have a story?

And this is when the hood designs come in! It was istantly clear to me that the Long Hair Girl would parallel Teapot. The shape of her hood is literally the same as the reversed teapot mask.

Lastly, going by exclusion and the ripped hood, the Boy in Green would parallel Fox.

From how little we see of him in the comics, we get that he's a rather calm child - he's also the one who offers to help Six remember her forgotten past. We know that Fox had a gentle and caring nature, so I feel like it would make sense for him to be her "stand in" of sorts.

And this is all for now. I love making theories about the Ladies and it was nice to include the comic children into this!