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pixlmonkeys · 3 months ago
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gonna be real I am already so over this whole medical issue thing
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monstertreden · 11 days ago
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ˎˊ˗ STARK REALITY ˎˊ˗
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-Reader: GN reader (It can be either platonic or romantic) -TW: Angst to the core (I suppose it is somewhat bittersweet) -Character: Rodimus Prime (Transformers series) -Summary: Lately, the captain of the Lost Light had begun neglecting his own responsibilities, anchoring himself to his berth... -Word count : 1489 A/N: I'm dropping this before christmass hell yeahw 🔔 I started to work on this after me and my friend joked about Rodimus using Gen Z slang 💀💀
“Rodimus- I swear to Primus-‘m thryng…mhh to…sleep, one more metal-crushing hug and I’ll throw you out of the ship...”
“Hey hey heyyy slow down there pretty, how could you ever blame me?? Damn, you don’t know how HARD is to keep my servos all to myself when I know you feel sooo nice snuggled in my arms like this” There he was, once again, sprawled in his room on his berth, venting softly in the quiet intimacy of the moment. He had his servo draped around his sparkmate’s waist, holding them close. That menace of a bot curled his lips into a playful pout, resting his chin lightly on their helm as he let out a theatrical sigh “You’re always a party pooper”.
In response, the other bot chuckled, shaking their helm at his antics “Me? Shouldn’t YOU be more responsible instead? I’m starting to think that all this Prime thing has gone over your helm...”
"NUH UH now-… alright, maybe just a little...What can I say? On one servo I must tend to my responsibilities as a Prime…" He grinned, his tone becoming lighter as he added with exaggerated flair "Buttt on the other hand… it’s poggers."
His sparkmate groaned audibly, immediately cringing at his elegant choice of words. Yet, they couldn’t expect much else from him—though they still, somehow, managed to have some faith in this lovable fool. “Never. Never say that again.” Exasperated, they buried their faceplate deeper into his plating, slapping his chassis. "I don’t want to hear any more slang you’ve picked up from those fleshies on Earth" they grumbled. “It’s horrible”
A laugh vibrated through his frame, as he squeezed them closer. "Aww, c’mon! It’s totally poggers! You love it," he said, his grin widening. Despite the banter, the comfort between them was unmistakable, their connection stronger than any playful jabs or groggy protests.
"Ughhh, now I completely understand Ultra Magnus," they groaned, their voice dripping with dramatic exasperation as they shifted slightly in his arms.
That remark struck Rodimus right in his spark. With a mock gasp of offense, he clutched at his chassis dramatically, as though they’d just delivered a fatal blow. "Comparing yourself to that old cranky bot?? No way at all!! No way I’m letting you transform into a copy of him!" he retorted, his voice rising in playful indignation as he held her closer, his optics still closed with a cheeky grin spreading across his lips, his tone dropping into teasing. "You’re way cuter, pff" Sticking out his glossa he squeezed them for emphasis like a kid would do with their comfort plushie. "And, most importantly” he continued with a mock-serious tone “you don’t have a stick up your aft like he does, I mean, I can still come to you when I ‘forget’ to report a report."
"You certainly are a pain in the aft," they muttered, though their tone carried no real annoyance.
Pleased with himself, he nuzzled against them like an overgrown turbo-puppy. "Yeah, but you love me anyway, ah" His voice brimming with that unshakable, shameless confidence he always brought with him, a complete package.
Surrendering to Rodimus's behavior, they gently caressed the sides of his faceplate, making him melt in their servos. All pretense of bravado slipped away as his guard came completely down. He curled against them like a small kitten seeking warmth, his frame humming softly in contentment. He was a sucker for cuddles and they both knew it, always seeking comfort in the other's presence, content just by being close to them, helm on top of where their spark resided. “You look silly sleep talking with me with your optics closed shut”.
“’Cause you’re reallyy pretty y’know? Your prettiness can easily blind me, babygirl” What a buffoon he was, but a lovable one, through and through. For them, he would act even stupider, just to hear them laugh, it always sent warm waves to his spark, a steady reminder of why he cherished those moments dearly.
“Rodimus. Prime.” They began, laughing “Let me go!!, I swear I’ll suffocate at this rate in your grasp”
"Nooooo... “ He whined dramatically, like a sparkling throwing a tantrum, yet his loopy grin remained unaltered ” I don't want to let go. I want you close to me."
“I know that you dumb idiot, but you've been in your room for cycles!” Their voice took a softer tone “They need you too, y’know, more than me right now.”
He froze at their words, his systems reacting instantly. His grip tightened instinctively, reluctant to part from their embrace. An unnerving silence settled over them for a moment before his sparkmate murmured, "I’m sorry." They interlocked their digits with his, a gesture that made Rodimus shudder slightly as his shoulders hunched, savoring the warmth of their touch.
" You don’t have to apologize. It's not your fault. I just... I just miss you. I yearn for your touch, warmth, and presence every day” His voice filled with a mix of grief, affection, and longing. “Would you stay for another minute...please?"
He felt their servo come to rest gently over his spark, the warmth of their touch cutting through the storm in his processor. Their voice, soft and soothing, broke through his thoughts. "We both know it’s not healthy" they said, concern threading through their tone.
"I know, doll. I know. But sometimes... Sometimes I just wish I could forget all of that and just hold onto this moment forever."
He let out a sigh, knowing deep down that they were right. He knew he couldn't cope with all of this by isolating himself and reliving memories forever. But letting go was easier said than done, it was too much to bear. How long had he been isolating himself from everything and everyone? Cycles, surely, but it felt like an eternity. The silence of the room, once their sanctuary, now felt suffocating.  Deep down he wanted to break free from this opulent room, but he was holding back, his spark too heavy to simply get up and go on with his day.
"…. but it's just so difficult to move on when I still miss you so much. Every time I look at a room we used to share, it feels like a part of me in my spark dies inside."
There was a moment of steady silence, that made Rodimus feel insecure as he held his breath, as if they were not there until they spoke again.
“I know you keep my chair tidy, but..why don't you just store it away?”
His optics flickered at their words, a faint glimmer betraying the emotions he tried to keep hidden. His grip on their forearms tightened, trembling slightly as if bracing himself against a tide, he stammered, a sour smile on his faceplate.
"I-I  keep your chair tidy because it reminds me of you... of our time together. It's the last thing I have that was truly yours,and.. and throwing it away, moving it out of my sight... it would be like throwing away a part of you."
The confession tumbled out all at once, his tone cracking as he finally admitted the truth aloud. Rodimus paused to recollect himself. His vents hitched, and for a moment, the silence was deafening.
"I know it's foolish, everyone said that..I didn’t mean to lash out at them- but I can't bring myself to discard it-It’s- it’s not just a chair- It's like a silent promise that you'll come back one day.."
He confessed, his voice expressing both grief and frustration. That day, someone had dared to comment on the empty chair, an offhand remark that ignited something volatile within him. He hadn’t taken it well, his usual lightheartedness replaced by an uncharacteristic intensity that even he didn’t fully understand. The chaos in his mind was interrupted by an almost forgotten sensation, their servo, warm and steady, gently guiding his own to rest over their spark... A fresh wave of emotions crashed over him. He knew they were right, that he couldn't stay in this state forever. But the thought of letting go, of moving on, felt like a physical ache in his circuitry. “I’ll always be there, somehow-“
Tears started to prickle his optics* "I..I can’t, I really can’t"
“Listen to me..” They gently turned his faceplate towards hers, servos cradling his faceplate with utter care “You can do it, for me, for you..for us.”
“You still have lots to do, captain.” They soon added, he could feel them cracking a smile at him. “My captain”
Oh, how he wanted to look at their smile once again, yet he kept his optics shut, his spark aching. He knew they were right, that he had his duties as captain to attend to, a crew that needed him to be more than this hollow husk of himself. But moving forward felt impossible, But for them? He’d do anything, he’d tear the Matrix from his chest, give every piece of himself if it meant keeping his promise to them alive. He would try, he’ll try for them, to move on and carry on his duties as captain, even though letting go felt like ripping out a piece of his spark…
Minutes passed and when he felt nothing more against his faceplate that’s when he opened his tired optics, confronted with the stark reality that they were no longer there, his room was empty and cold. The weight of everything crashed down on him and his spark ached with a deep consuming sorrow. He couldn’t stay there anymore, rotting on the berth.
“For you, for me… for us…”
He repeated this as a mantra, slowly getting up from their once-shared berth, fuelled by the love he felt for them and the desire to make them proud. As he got up, his helm felt heavy, he stood there for a moment, brushing his digits against the edge of the berth. Opening the door of his room, he stepped a pede out, the dim lights of the corridors of the Lost Light welcomed him back.
“I promise, watch me.”
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modelbus · 1 year ago
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Ahem- hey- uh- I-
…NOW I FEEL LIKE TOMMY TUBBO WILBUR AND RANBOO IN PART TWO- HELP FFJYTFJHTYTFTH
SOOOOO- HI THERE ITS ME ✨🌌🌙 ANNON, THE DISAPPEARING ANNON- LOOK- I-
OKAY SO EXPLANATION TIME, I HONESTLY THOUGHT MY CRAPPY REQUEST WOULD BE IGNORED- I ALSO HAVE NOT BEEN ON TUMBLR SINCE LIKE A WEEK AFTER I SENT IT- I COME BACK TO READ SOME STUFF FROM OUR GOOD OLD LORD AND SAVIOR MODEL, TO SEE; ONE IT WAS RECENTLY YA BIRTHDAY! (Happy late birthday-) AND TWO.. MY REQUEST WAS TURNED INTO A MASTER PEICE OF AGES WITH TWO WHOLE PARTS, I APPARENTLY HELPED GET YOU OUT OF A WRITING SLUM- AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED MY CRUMMY IDEA (Thanks to your POGGERS writing)
so basically- THANK YOU ‘O GREAT MODEL FOR HEARING MY PLEA AND DELIVERING GREATNESS!!!
also I am gonna try and be more active on tumblr now so like- yey.
ALSO ALSO, I may sometimes send in requests of my silly little ideas cuz like chaos cut fed my soul and I am now the ✨ H a p p e h ✨
ALSO ALSO ALSO, part three of chaos cut???, we are at home and get messages asking like “Yo we good now? You forgive us for being assholes??” and we say smth like “you gonna respond to my messages? Then sure” some kind of tweet is made could be as vague as “shes gonna be in videos again yayyy” or could be the group admitting to what happened?? *eyes* maybe responses from other friends?? Ofc that is a suggestion for if you decide to further continue.
wether you decide to continue it or not or you decide to use this or not, thank you so much, chaos cut was all I wanted it to be and more.
I’M BACK BABYYY!!
-All the love, ✨🌌🌙 Annon.
You live!! And I’d love to receive more of your amazing little ideas :) honestly, I’d write 500 parts of Cut Chaos
I probably formatted this weird because of the messages part and the Twitter part but Oh Well.
Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)
Cut Chaos Part 3
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The day you spent with Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, and Tommy after the store might’ve been the best day you’ve ever had. You’re finally able to breathe again, to laugh again. Smiling had started drifting away from you, but suddenly you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
You almost don’t go home. It’s tempting to stay with Ranboo when he offers up one of their many spare bedrooms (and you do mean many), but you decline. Heading back home, closing the door to your bedroom is easier than it’s ever been. Just living is easier than it used to be.
Collapsing onto your bed, it only takes you a second before you start grinning like an idiot to yourself. Things are back to normal, back to how they should be. Sure, you could still be mad at them for what happened, but you were tired of not being around them. Tired of people being pissed off.
It takes you a full three minutes before you roll onto your side and unlock your phone with Face ID. There’s a plethora of notifications waiting for you, from a group chat that you thought was a ghost town. It makes you grin all over again.
Wilbur so we’re all good now?
Tommy yeah, u forgive us for being assholes??
Tubbo Becuase we r super sorry
You You guys gonna respond to my messages from now on?
Ranboo I promise on Tommy’s life
You Then yeah
Tommy HEY
Laughing to yourself, you swipe out of messages to open Twitter and scroll on it. You aren’t afraid to open it, not like you used to be. Random tweets would remind you of what you lost, of the various people confused why you lost it, but now you’re just giddy. Overjoyed.
Part of you wanted to announce the plans you made with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. Scream from the (metaphorical) rooftops of Twitter that you were back. The chaos squad was back.
But, as it turns out, Tommy beat you to it. Of course he did, he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. In a loving way, of course.
tommyinnit ﹫Tommyaltinnit guess who is BACK in the NEW VLOG
|_ You ﹫Yourusername me BITCHES
|_ Nia ﹫randomfanpersondontworry OMG OMG OMG NO WAY !!! CHAOS SQUAD ISNT DEAD FUCK ALL OF YOU IM WINNING TODAY
You grin, scrolling through the replies to Tommy’s tweet—including Tubbo and Ranboo’s—then realize the group name is trending. With wide eyes, you switch what you’re scrolling through to read the new tweets.
Annon ﹫StarStarMoon Anyone know what happened between the chaos squad??? Like they all drop her and now she’s back?? Something definitely happened…
|_ Real Person ﹫RealpersonIcreated THIS! Why did nobody talk about it. I wanna know fr fr
|_ Max ﹫Myfriendsnameisbeingused I think they all dropped her over those rumors ages ago. Makes sense to me tbh
|_ Charlie ﹫Myotherfriendsnameisbeingused Totally on her side if something did happen honestly lmao
Oh, fuck. You hesitate, not sure what to do, then ignore the tweet and its replies. Things were good, you didn’t need to dwell on when they were bad. Let people be people and let them speculate all they want.
This was your life and your happiness. Returned, at last.
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mosaickiwi · 1 year ago
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Everything and Anything
I got too goofy about this kink ask with aftercare. [REDACTED] is ~so~ poggers for basic human decency (I am completely serious). An eventful evening leads into soft and silly aftercare. 1k-ish words, GN reader.
cw// sexual content in nature (nothing explicit), non-specific kinks implied and mentioned, degradation and impact play/spanking specifically mentioned, allusions to neglectful aftercare
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
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You had some vague idea of how things would go. By now, you knew your dark-haired boyfriend never held back in his dedication to your comfort—but you hadn’t expected this. Who knew your casual comments about a few kinks would lead to treatment better than royalty?
Endless conversations of boundaries and what was to come had slotted into the previous week during your nightly pillow talks. Each more thorough than the last, as [REDACTED] always came prepared with research and more questions. They'd even brought a strangely long list of potential degrading pet names for you to decide on—some in languages you didn't speak. Eventually, he was satisfied to put an end to what you were sure being interrogated felt like. That is, if the interrogator saw fit to cuddle and kiss the criminal into a confession.
So the fateful night came, and all had gone well. You had the sore muscles and countless bite marks to prove it. It was what came after that made you feel akin to something worthy of heavenly worship. 
Once you were both dried off from a much needed—and breathtakingly intimate—bath, [REDACTED] began taking inventory of you. Gentle fingers glided over your naked form as he stood behind you, lingering at every mole, mark, and reddened imprint of teeth. He noticed all the small reactions of your body at certain placements of his careful touch, gaze focused on your visage in the mirror while you brushed your teeth. They couldn’t help but bestow a feather light kiss to each spot you barely tensed at to serve as silent apologies.
"Ren," you said once you'd spit your mouthful of toothpaste into the sink. "I told you I'm fine."
Blue eyes pointedly met yours in his reflection. "Really? Y'so sure after that punishment you wanted?" Their hand moved from your hip to lightly pat your bare ass, taking note of the whining gasp you let out. "'Wonder how you're gonna do that little front desk job tomorrow."
"It probably won't hurt by then," you insisted with a rather unsure shrug. As you set your toothbrush next to his untouched one, you looked back at him. "Not gonna brush your teeth?"
"Not quite yet. 'M relishing in the taste of you, Angel." They sensually licked their lips for dramatic effect.
Your nose wrinkled. "I love you, but that's so gross." Still, you raised up on your toes to kiss him, nasty as he was.
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Dressed in your favorites among their clothes, you were splayed out on your stomach over the bed sheets—in hopes to save your admittedly sore ass come morning. You stared up at your overly doting hacker, who'd resigned himself to playing with your hair in silence. Your mind only wandered at his caress.
You couldn't imagine how you'd gotten so lucky to be their first and only. 
Hours had passed since that intense encounter, and he hadn't left your side except to get things you meekly asked for—it was impossible to ask too much, he'd reminded you. A blanket to warm up, a hot drink to soothe your tired throat, a gentle massage to relax you, and even gentler words of reassuring praise as you'd bathed together in steamy water and afterglow. Their soft, loving touch to bring you to quiet bliss once again in their embrace as you soaked in the bath stayed settled in your mind. It almost completely overshadowed the rough treatment they had you pleading on the verge of tears about earlier.
His actions were above and beyond the bare minimum that others were elated to get. There were myriads of horror stories about terrible partners that completely withdrew after sex, and even more so when performing certain emotionally and physically vulnerable activities on their supposed loved one. You knew he’d never treat you in such a hurtful way. Despite that security, just the thought of it burdened you in the days leading up. To be left to your own devices after the things he whispered in your ear and did to your body—no matter how desperately you welcomed it all—would devastate you. 
"You know you mean the world t'me," he suddenly said, an uneasy frown on his face that brought you back to his focus.
Those words again. Words you'd heard plenty in your relationship, usually accompanied by an embarrassed shrug to explain away some bizarre habit of theirs you'd discovered, or a passionate kiss to soothe both you and themselves. You'd lost count of how much your lover repeated the sentiment tonight. He still must've been worried that you needed soothing in spite of his endless affections. 
You hadn't realized you were holding onto a frown of your own. "I know," you spoke his name with resounding devotion and a soft smile, "You mean the universe to me."
Familiar pink blossomed in surprise on his cheeks, but he quickly caught on to your game. "Y'mean everything to me, Angel. ‘Love you more than anything."
"You mean—" His thumb pressed over your lips to silence you. It was completely stunning. They'd hardly ever stopped you from speaking before, even if it was to scold them.
"Whatever you're trying t'one up me with is already included in everything. So you’re not beating me here," he explained, smug as could be while he loomed ever closer. Ticklish kisses came littered along your cheeks and anywhere else he managed to reach, further encouraged by your laughs of protest.
You successfully wriggled out from their grasp after a few torturous moments. You felt flushed, clothes in disarray from their calculated attack. As you tugged up the sheets to hide under, you teasingly tossed a pillow at him. "Go get me some water, asshole."
He was happy to let the pillow hit him square in the face for your satisfaction. "Anything for you, my love."
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tommyssupercoolblog · 26 days ago
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I find it really confusing how common the narrative is that the universe has a divine origin, and that this origin (if sentient enough for this sort of thing)....is against everything it created.
"don't be too involved in the world" "don't have sex until marriage and don't masturbate ever" "don't be LGBT" "don't eat edible foods that I literally made and put around you and built your body to be able to digest" "don't wear and touch things that I made and made you able to wear and touch"
And most damningly (haha. Get it? Damningly? Because. Damnation) of all, "I know you have free will and all but if you don't do as I say I will literally torture you for all eternity. Even though I could have easily made you NOT have free will. Also by the way ily and I'm SO nice"
I can't possibly imagine why this would be the case? I believe in God but I don't believe she made a whole world just to literally condemn everything she made as "sinful" and torture us. That seems so pointless and dumb? Why would she fucking do that???
More about my view on what God is like and universe stuff under the cut but basically my initial point was; why make a bunch of things and then tell the things to ignore the other things and also to not be themselves
In my mind God made things because God is lonely, and loves her creation because it's ALIVE and it's something she made and lives in and lives through. And I think there's also an afterlife where we can chill or choose to be reborn, although I also think if you're Hitler or something she might just send you back down without asking to get you to try again and be less shitty this run around.
But as for earth, mostly, she lets it run on it's own and watches us to see what we get up to. We don't have a "purpose" other than to live and be little animals, and to experience this world that we have. Good shit and bad shit and neutral or mixed shit. The point just...IS living. That's what we're here for.
And good and bad as general concepts have to exist in the first place because we're trying to get a whole palette of experiences and emotions, but for the most part good and bad EVENTS that happen are caused by someone, somewhere, making a choice. People choose violence or peace.
And there being an afterlife doesn't negate the suffering people feel on earth right NOW. In fact, that suffering is part of their experience, and experiences are all life is, so it's important for us to make choices that keep people safe and happy, and to try and stop really awful things and to keep earth nice for all the other people experiencing it.
I still pray because I think she probably likes to hear from us directly, and because even if the chances for actual intervention are low, I think it's always worth a shot. And honestly because I think it's healthy and good to be connected to divinity and the earth and where we came from, and I want to have a good relationship with God. I want to have a good relationship with myself and my body, I want to be spiritually connected to the world around me, I want to be in tune with nature and notice the little things in life, and I think all of those things are connected. God is IN everything and everyone- I mentioned it in one of my answered asks- so loving someone, making a friend, being kind to yourself, going camping, and of course prayer, are like. All ways of interacting with that divine source. So by praying and talking to her I feel like I'll be more in sync the rest of the time, and be able to really appreciate and be grounded in everything else. Plus I love all these things- silly animals, yummy food- and I know these good things are reflected from her. So she's gotta be pretty poggers.
I also will use both he and she pronouns for God (sometimes they but usually less often) but I usually stick to one set per conversation because otherwise I'll start consciously counting how many I'm doing of each and it gets really tiring. And I don't think God cares what I use anyway? So while that's effort I'm willing to put in for any person who wants it I'm not going to do it for no reason. God isn't asking me to alternate pronouns, God is probably the most well known example of "any/all" pronouns to possibly ever exist
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class-1b-bull · 9 months ago
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Class 1B as random things me and my friends have said part 2.
(Once again i got every student but some got a bit more than others)
Not proofread we die like men
Awase: "35 dolla?!"
Tsubaraba: "its worth it for the vegetable titty pad"
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Tsubaraba: "ya know like a bussy doctor. What are they called again? Pedestrian?"
Rin: "NO-"
Tsubaraba: "then whats a pedestrian?"
Rin: "a child doctor...."
Tsubaraba: "....i quit...."
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Monoma: "i get to go home an hour early because a costumer told me to kill my self."
Rin: "damn. I get to go home because a costumer called me a woman."
Manga: "poggers. I get to go home because I was fired for drawing titties on cyborg."
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Komori: "part of me hopes the fnaf movie is bad."
Kodai: "dont speak to me ever again."
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Monoma: "I dont check my bank statement because im a bad bitch."
Kendo: "and your hiding from the fact that your in crippling debt."
Monoma: "....... bad bitch."
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Shoda: "the tire pressure one."
*ends call*
Shoda: "i sounded so fucking smart" :D
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Reiko: "death is starting to seem nice..."
Pony: "i actually just finished playing a dating game where you date the grim reaper! It was super cute. And yea he was really nice!"
Reiko: "not what i ment but okay-"
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Manga: "youre honor, that wasent very skibbidy toilet gyatt of you.. you're really giving ohio fantam tax vibes and thats not gonna slide when my venus is doing the renegade."
Kamakiri: "hey... have you tried shutting the fuck up lately?"
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Sen: "cool and all but i didnt ask..."
Setsuna: "yea you did. In my dream last night you came up to me and said 'at exactly 2:37 tomorrow, can you tell me your favorite things about the older pokemon games?' And i was like fuck yea! So yea... ya did ask."
Sen: "i fucking hate you."
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Bondo: "and i really respect you so im not going to treat you differently based on some opinion that i may not agree with."
Kuroiro: "i think your favorite show is mid."
Bondo: "and im not going to treat you differently for that opinion. Even though its wrong.."
Setsuna: "i fucking will, the fuck you mean its mid?!"
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Shiozaki: "how did you even.... get that far...?"
Shishida: "its the only game i play."
Shiozaki: "still i wouldn't expect you to have 100% over a 500 different levels in geometry dash..."
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Pony: "a fucking pokemon theme song quiz? I got this shit who dosent know this song. Embarrassing honestly."
(46% correct.)
Pony: "... i am never speaking again."
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Tetsutetsu: "i am packed full with so much testosterone that I could fight a horse."
Tetsutetsu: "i mean i would lose but i ckuld fight one."
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Honenuki (or pony): "yea bomb threats in school are cool and whatever but do you believe in the power of friendship?"
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Komori: "i swear he was flirting with me! I mean i hope he was because I was so red after he did that!"
Setsuna: "i highly doubt a monster from a horror game was flirting with you..."
Komori: "yea yea but did you SEE the way he dragged my corpse away? Hm? Snapped my neck and took me to dinner all in the same night as far as im concerned."
Reiko: "i am now forming a bracken protection squad just to protect him from you."
Pony: "ill make the t shirts!"
Gif anime - dungeon meshi
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bug-the-chicken-nug · 2 years ago
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At the risk of sounding egotistical, I just had what strikes me as a relatively small but still pretty poggers, perhaps even galaxy brain rwby idea:
Oscar now being Ruby's one actual pre-existing friend, an underclassmen from Signal, so that there's actually someone she's talking about when she brings up Signal friends early on, and so that we get some idea of who Oscar is and why he matters without Ozpin inside of him.
He hardly even needs to literally show up at first, just have Ruby writing and calling him periodically, especially when she needs advice and wants someone more level-headed than Yang to chime in.
Establishing that even though he's younger than Ruby, Ruby still thinks of him as responsible, down-to-earth, and wise beyond his years, drawing an early comparison between him and Ozpin.
(Especially funny if you don't reveal him beyond his writing for a bit, and Ruby's regard for him builds up an expectation in you that he's her wise senpai, or perhaps some sort of teacher's aide she was on good terms with... And then reveal this person who is apparently so smart and insightful and helpful to her is fucking 13.)
On his end though, this is largely because he just has a big case of Forced To Grow Up Too Fastitis, because he's only lived in Patch since he was 10, before that living in the canonical farm with his aunt AND his actual, still-living parents before an attack not by Grimm, but bandits. (Which then CAUSED a followup Grimm attack due to the commotion, but still.)
Leading to him and his aunt being the only survivors and fleeing to stay with a different relative in Patch. Except his relative lowkey kinda thinks he and his aunt are a burden, and his aunt's grief has made her emotionally unavailable and somewhat neglectful, and so Oscar's new home life.... kinda fuckin sucks tbh!!!!
So now you've got this sullen, grieving boy who doesn't want to deal with other people, wanders off into the woods alone, and nearly becomes Grimm chow (with an uncomfortable implication that this wasn't quite an accident and he sort of had a death wish).
But Ruby happens to be out there because she ALSO likes running off to be alone sometimes (and also sometimes she likes to secretly run experiments with the kinds of weapons tests so risky that neither Signal or her father ever actually approved of them)
So she saves Oscar and his eyes go from dull and lifeless to big and sparkly as he pretty much just kinda. Metaphorically stuffs Ruby (and the whole ideal of Hunting she now represents to him) into the gaping hole in his heart and makes it basically his purpose in life to be like her (his idealized version of her) now. (He is soooo normal and mentally healthy. This is such a normal and mentally healthy thing to do. Please believe him.)
The specific fact that his main tragedy was really caused by bandits is something I did because I also wanted him to develop trust issues (Oh would you look at that, Ozpin parallel again), and also to like. More quickly and strongly establish that bandits are like. A tangible and threatening phenomenon in their world that harms people the viewer actually cares about, rather than just relying on a sudden plot with Weiss being kidnapped for that.
So Oscar kind of has to balance his having seen the worst in people and his underlying misanthropy with "I don't want anyone to suffer like I did" and his desire to be a True Hunter, which in his mind should involve Loving And Protecting Everybody.
And then in v3 he actually like shows up in the present day, having Absolutely Fucking Not been content to watch the Vytal Festival from home if Ruby would Actually Be There
Which is all well and good and Ruby is glad to see him and he seems like kinda just a fun little guy to have around, but then Shit Goes Down and Oscar, full of a Perfect Cocktail of Survivor's Guilt, Hero Complex, and The Need To Impress Senpai, goes "DON'T WORRY. I CAN HELP."
Ruby, eyes going cartoonishly huge and popping out of her skull: DO NOT!!!!
Which he fortunately disobeys, giving him time to show off his own self-made weapon and his fighting style and his other little quirks, and luckily he actually does manage to be decently helpful!
But then he eats shit and gets in trouble so uh. Not yay.
Also not to be an edgelord but I feel like it could be interesting here if Oscar specifically eats shit because of Roman... And then...
It REALLY IS Ruby's fault Roman dies?
Like it is still kind of an accident, he has Oscar in a chokehold and Ruby really just wants him to let go, but he gets cocky, does a villain monologue, lets his guard down, forgets just *how* super Ruby's super speed can really be when you piss her off, and-
She pulls a flawless *teleports behind you* and then, she just swings her scythe as fast as she can in a single-minded adrenaline-and-Semblance-fueled fugue state, and because his guard is down, uh,
OOPS.
So then Ruby and Oscar gotta unpack all this at some point, but NOT NOW, cause Oscar passes out from injury, shock, and exhaustion, and the next time he wakes up, our good ol' Ozzed Pin is in his head now.
Also I like the other edgy idea I have where this Oscar got a Semblance, only for it to turn out that when Ozpin gets into your head, he involuntarily "eats" your Semblance, and/or part of your Aura, to help stabilize and restore his own soul, because dying and transferring hosts is a traumatic process that causes him to accrue spiritual/metaphysical "damage" and "wear" over time. As not every host can offer enough to fully offset the wear, this is another reason why his magic keeps weakening over time.
Basically just to make it more immediately and obviously a serious and uncomfortable conflict to be emotionally invested in. (And to be something to contribute to stoking the fires of a more believable anti-Ozpin uproar from the other characters, who wouldn't immediately know or all initially believe that Ozpin doesn't absorb part of your power on purpose, and literally can't give it back.)
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rwggrace · 2 years ago
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Pebbles, Wood Lice, and Other Alright Things
read on A03 || inspired by art || and also Wilbur's podcast episode about bugs I highly recommend it
Thank you so so much to @thunderbottle for, firstly, creating such lovely beautiful amazing thought-provoking art, and for giving me permission to post a fic based on it!!
As soon as I saw the crime boys piece I was overcome with Inspiration, but it took me months to actually start working on a story. Now though, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out :)
I hope you guys enjoy!
Psssst reblogs are Quite helpful for writers :)))
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Tommy shifts, wincing as he feels a pebble pressing into his back. It seems like he can feel every single pebble beneath him tonight, no matter how small. He didn't used to; he used to have a mattress, and the mattress was thick enough to block out all the rocks. It was comfortable, too. He and Wilbur both slept on mattresses when they first got to Pogtopia, but then Techno told them that the mattresses would get all moldy because the caves are damp. Tommy told him that he didn't care and that he could handle a little mold, but Wilbur—stupid Wilbur—agreed with Techno, so they'd tossed the mattresses. Now they sleep on the ground, with one blanket beneath each of them. The blanket doesn't really do much to protect against the rocks. It's not very comfortable either. 
Tommy sighs, the noise echoing back at him from the walls, making it seem a lot louder than it really had been. He rolls onto his side, and that's also loud because of the echo. Then he rolls back over. 
Tommy wishes that he had his mattress back. 
"Stop moving," Wilbur mumbles, and Tommy whips his head around to stare. 
"The rocks keep poking me! I'm not comfortable, Wil!"
Wilbur only grunts. 
"I keep trying to get comfortable but I can't," Tommy continues. Wilbur doesn't say anything, so then Tommy says, "We should've kept the mattresses."
Breathing in—through his nose, probably, because it sounded weirdly loud. Wilbur should get a tissue and blow his nose—the man says, "No, we shouldn't have. They would've gotten moldy."
Tommy snorts. "I don't care. Big Man Innit can handle mold. Mold is frail and not poggers, and I am the exact opposite of those things. I'm- I'm strong and masculine!"
Wilbur waits a second or two. "The mattresses would have gotten gross, Tommy. And you still would've gotten sick."
Tommy furrows his brow. "Mold can make you sick?"
Wilbur sighs, once again through his nose. It's louder than before. "Yes. Gosh, you're such a- child."
"What? What'd I say?"
"Mold makes you sick, Tommy, everyone knows that."
Tommy wrinkles his nose. "Well, I didn't."
"That further proves how much of a child you are."
Tommy grumbles out a curse, slapping Wilbur on the arm. Wilbur whines, using his leg to push Tommy away. Tommy slaps him again. Wilbur doesn't move.
Tommy groans, letting his head fall onto the rolled up blanket he keeps as a pillow. He used to lay on a big smooth rock, but then Techno saw it, laughed, and told him that he was dumb.
(Well, maybe Techno didn't say dumb, but he certainly implied it!)
And then Techno had pulled out a blanket from his inventory, wrapping it up until it looked like a fat snake, and handed it to Tommy, telling him to use that instead. Tommy did. Turns out, rolled up blankets are a lot more comfortable than smooth rocks. 
Anyway, Tommy uses that instead of a pillow, and he lays on a blanket instead of a mattress, and it's overall a lot worse than a real bed. 
Tommy shuts his eyes, then opens them, staring up. The ceiling is really tall here. Is ceiling the right word? Maybe it isn't. The top of the cave. No, that's a boring name. Tommy can figure out a better word to call it. 
Munk... slopjop... helloeeoh. Helloeeoh. 
Tommy snorts. The helloeeoh of the cave is really tall; far taller than any regular ceiling in a regular building. He'd asked Techno exactly how tall it was, and he'd said about a hundred feet. Maybe more. 
That's proper tall, isn't it? It all turns black towards the top, so Tommy can't see what's up there. Maybe hanging rocks, or crystals, or more caves that turn into bigger caves and even more caves after that. Or maybe the very top is dotted with tiny things that look like stars. That would be cool. Tommy wouldn't mind looking at tiny almost-stars before he fell asleep every night. It would almost be like looking at real stars, except almost-stars wouldn't flicker or shoot across the sky sometimes. 
Tommy rests his hands on his chest, shifting his shoulders back and forth. He sighs again, but this time it doesn't sound so angry. It just sounds like a sigh. Then Tommy turns his head to glance at Wilbur. 
Wilbur's laying on his side, facing away from Tommy, except he looks kind of weird. All curled up with his legs towards his stomach. Shoulders hunched, head near his chest. He looks sort of like a bug, actually. One of those grey bugs that roll up real tight. They're really small. Lots of legs. They're called something... wood bugs? Roll bugs? Lice? No, not lice. Tubbo got lice once, all in his hair, and it looked like a bunch of white specks except they were bugs. It was very disgusting. 
"Wilbur?"
"Mm?" Wilbur sounds a lot sleepier than he did a few minutes ago. 
"What are those bugs called, the ones that like, roll up. The grey ones."
Wilbur pauses a moment. Tommy can hear him breathing softly, through his stuffed-up nose. "Wood lice. Or wood louse, if it's just one of them."
"Oh. Okay."
Tommy thinks about wood lice. They're small bugs, not big like beetles or butterflies. Bigger than ants, though. Tommy's held wood lice before, and they're a bit smaller than his fingernails. They've got lots of legs, and those are really tiny. A whole bunch of legs, too, all lined up in rows on either side of the bug. And their backs have a bunch of lines on them—segments, he thinks. Tubbo's the bug expert. Tommy can ask him what they're called when he sees him next. 
Wood lice curl up really tightly sometimes; they'll squeeze themselves until they look like tiny balls, except they don't bounce. Tommy tried once, bouncing a wood louse, when he was little. The bug just hit the ground and after a bit it uncurled and ran away, and Tommy went off to find lizards instead. Lizards are better than wood lice, Tommy reckons. More colorful and cool. Maybe there's lizards that live in Pogtopia?
Tommy shifts his shoulders again, looking towards Wilbur. Yeah, he definitely looks like a curled-up wood louse. That's kind of funny. 
Tommy's about to nudge Wilbur's shoulder and make fun of him for looking like a bug, but then he pauses. Wood lice... they only curl up when they're frightened, he's pretty sure. It's a defense mechanism, or whatever it's called. A way to protect themselves from things that want to eat them. Things that want to hurt them. 
Wilbur is all curled up like a wood louse. 
Tommy bites his lip. Suddenly, it doesn't seem so funny anymore. 
"Hey, Wilbur?"
There's no answer for a bit. Tommy nudges Wilbur's arm. "Hey. You up?"
Wilbur groans, shifting his arm so it doesn't touch Tommy anymore. "Yes. What do you want?"
"Wood lice are your favorite bugs, aren't they? I heard you say something about them in L'manburg. You said you liked them a lot. That's true, isn't it?"
It's very quiet in the cave, so quiet that Tommy can hear something dripping far away. Maybe Wilbur fell asleep. 
Just when Tommy's about to nudge him again, Wilbur says, "Yes. They are my favorite bugs." After a pause, he says again, "Why are you asking?"
"I don't know. Just curious." Tommy brings his hands up, fiddling with a loose piece of skin on his thumb. "Why are they your favorites?"
"Why are they my favorites?"
"Yes. I just asked that. Stop repeating things, Wilbur."
Wilbur huffs. "I think they're cool."
"Well I don't," Tommy retorts. "I think they're weird and unsettling. Like squirrels that eat pillows; that'd be real unsettling, wouldn't it?"
"But they're not squirrels that eat pillows." Wilbur's voice is lifted in a way that makes it sound like he's��smiling, but his face is turned away so Tommy can't tell if he really is smiling. "Not at all. Wood lice are cool little bugs, and they eat, like, wood."
"Like beavers."
"I suppose."
Tommy sighs, flinging his hands away. "But why are they your favorites? They're all ugly and grey and stuff, and they live in the dirt."
"Your house is made out of dirt, Tommy."
"But I'm different! I'm not at their level, Wilbur! They're at level two, but I'm at level fourteen. We are nothing alike."
Wilbur laughs—or rather, makes a noise that could maybe be considered a laugh if you squint. Or like, squint your ears. Wilbur sounds all breathy and huffy, almost like he's choking instead of laughing. 
But Tommy thinks that he laughs anyway. He hopes so.
"Wood lice aren't very cool," Tommy continues, once Wilbur's choke-laughter subsides. "They're the opposite of bees, and bees are cool. Tubbo likes bees a lot. You should like bees instead."
Wilbur breathes out, stretching out his legs until they're not curled up to his chest. It makes a sliding sound against the blanket, and some pebbles scratch against the ground. "Well, Tubbo can like bees if he wants to. But I'm not Tubbo. I can like wood lice if I want to."
"It doesn't make them cool, though," Tommy replies, letting out another huff. "And you still haven't answered my question."
"What question?"
"Why you like them so much. And you can't just say 'they're cool' because that's not really an answer and it kind of sucks."
It goes quiet again. Tommy can still hear the dripping in the cave, but he can't tell where it's coming from. It sounds like it's coming from everywhere, but he knows that's just because of the echo. It's not really coming from everywhere. Just from one place, far away. Tommy's glad it's not coming from somewhere nearby, because then it could've dripped onto Tommy's face while he slept and he'd wake up cold and angry. 
Wilbur's been quiet for a while.
"Well?" Tommy asks, making sure that his voice sounds extra impatient.
"I don't know, they're just-!" Wilbur rubs at his face, shifting his legs again. More pebbles scratching the ground. "I don't know, I just think they're cool! They're little guys, and they don't... they don't hurt anybody. They're just little guys. They just hang out."
Tommy pauses. "That was a proper weird answer."
Wilbur does his choke-laughing thing again, rolling onto his back a little bit. Tommy can see part of his face now, but only like, a section of his cheek. Everything else is still turned away. "What's weird about it? It was an answer, wasn't it?"
"Well... yeah, I guess. But it was a weird one."
Wilbur hums, and silence fills the air once more. It's a better silence than earlier, though. A more respectable silence. Tommy can still hear the dripping somewhere in the cave. 
"One of my first houses was um... a little run-down," Wilbur says, and his voice is soft and quiet. "I wasn't very experienced in building at that point, so I ended up buying a house from somebody. It had been a while since anyone had lived in it, though, and I don't think anyone bothered to take care of it or anything. It was essentially left to rot. Until I showed up, at least."
Wilbur takes a deep breath, and it rattles a little in his chest. "And the first night I spent there, laying in my bed, I noticed all these weird... spots on the wall. It was like-"
"Graffiti!"
"No, it was not graffiti."
"Aw. I wish it was graffiti."
"Well, it wasn't. There were all these spots on the walls, right around the corners, and when I got out a torch to see what they were, I found out there were a ton of wood lice, just living there! Right in my house- in my bedroom!"
Tommy bursts into laughter, using his elbows to sit up. "What?!"
"Yeah! There must've been hundreds of them up there."
Tommy laughs harder, choking on his own spit before asking, "Really?"
"Yeah!"
"Wow, that is-" Tommy laughs again, laying back down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "That is strange as anything, Wilbur."
"My neighbors all wanted me to get rid of them, but I didn't really mind. They were just chilling, and they weren't, like, poisonous or anything. I didn't really see a problem with them. However," Wilbur raises a finger. "I still needed to get them out. They didn't belong in my house."
Wilbur shifts again, and Tommy can see a little more of his face. Part of his eye. "I knew that wood lice were attracted to, like, rotting things, right? So I took a walk around my house and looked for places that were dark and wet, and I ended up finding a spot on the outside of the house, right by the ground, where a bunch of dead leaves had piled up. I figured that all the bugs were coming from there, because it was just rot, and they love rot. So, I picked up all the leaves and moved them away from the house. I think I put them under a bush or something, where birds wouldn't get to them. And Tommy—"
Tommy looks towards Wilbur, and realizes that Wilbur is looking towards him, flat on his back and tilting his head slightly, eyes wide. He doesn't look like a wood louse anymore. "It was crazy. It was like a switch flipped, because all the bugs just evacuated out of my house so freaking quickly. I could just sit and watch them all move together like a flock of birds. Tommy, it was incredible."
Tommy tilts his head, squinting his eyes up. "It sounds kinda creepy to me."
Wilbur goes quiet, but only for a few seconds. "It wasn't. It was cool."
"If you say so, Wilbur," Tommy says with a shrug, though he doesn't really mean that at all. 
Wilbur sniffs. "All that to say, I really like wood lice."
"I don't."
Wilbur sighs. "Okay. That's fine."
Tommy turns his head all the way to the left, towards Wilbur, until his cheek almost rests on the ground. He smirks. "You wish that I liked wood lice, don't you?"
Wilbur's mouth twitches. "I don't care what sort of bugs you like, Tommy."
"Oh, you care. I can see it in the whites of your eyes, Wilbur. As plain as day."
Wilbur huffs, but doesn't say anything else. Tommy doesn't say anything either, and the two of them drift into silence. 
Silences are usually uncomfortable, like being trapped in a too-small room with no windows. Not this silence, though. This silence feels nice. It's like... it's sort of like being in a real big library. Libraries are big, and they're filled with books, and they smell all old and strange but good at the same time. There's lots of places to go in a library, with all the different sections and little hallways and stuff. It's not like you're stuck. 
So this silence is the library kind of silence. 
Tommy finds that he doesn't mind it all that much. There's still something dripping somewhere far away, and Wilbur's nose is still stuffy, and there's still little pebbles underneath his blanket and all that is pretty alright, actually. 
Tommy takes a big deep breath, resting his hands on his chest and feeling them rise as he inhales. Wilbur isn't curled up like a wood louse anymore. That's very good. Instead, he's stretched out on his back like Tommy, looking up at the helloeeoh of the cave. Breathing in through his stuffy nose. 
Tommy's glad that Wilbur doesn't look like a wood louse anymore. 
"Hey, Wilbur?"
"Hm?"
"I lied. Wood lice are pretty decent bugs, I guess. I don't hate them." He pauses for a second or two. "They're still not my favorites, though."
When Wilbur doesn't say anything, Tommy turns to look at him again. Wilbur's staring up, a small smile on his face. "Okay, Tommy. I'm- that's good to hear. I'm glad you don't hate them."
Tommy smiles back. 
His bed doesn't seem all that uncomfortable now. 
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noodleblade · 11 months ago
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Miscellaneous Tag Game (stolen title <3)
thank you bestie:3 @searchingfortheuniverse I'll be working on this while im on and off phone calls~
A band you don’t like that many others do: UM idk...my music taste is all over the place and I really only know the bands i think?? oh- maybe Mother Mother, only because I have not bothered to listen to their music past Junkrat hype videos and that's probably tainted my view a little. For better or for worse.
A childhood memory that you remember vividly: during a summer in greece, idk how, but I got roped into selling watermelons off the side of the road. I couldn't have been more than 6 or 7, but I remember I would put the watermelon in a plastic bag and the farmers thought it was really funny because that's such a...united states thing...to bag 1 whole watermelon in plastic. Anyways, they paid me in cucumber slices with salt.
Least favorite animal and why: HUH LEAST. I'm not a huge fan of like reptiles? Specifically those smaller than a bread box. Too fast, too squirm. Im worried I'll crush them in my hands. (im thinking of specifically florida geckos...idk they are cute but i freak out trying to hold them).
Hot fandom take: just because something is popular and fandom-wide accepted doesn't mean it is good. and not agreeing with it/wanting to engage in it doesn't mean you or your own opinions are bad. the monopoly on accepted 1 true canon is boring.
Do you wear any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece: I try an rotate my jewelry around but I'm usually wearing a few rings, a necklace and a pair of earrings. My favorites are the rings. They are my mom's old ones and I typically wear the same two every day. One is a gold key of greece and the other is a thin black bar but the sides have really small thin heart cut outs.
A movie others liked but you didn’t: HMMMMM probably the new star wars trilogy. felt unnecessary and i just didn't like it? big shruggies
Three things you love about yourself: my writing- its something that I enjoy the most in the world and something that I can claim as mine. I also think I'm pretty funny in a sillay way which is poggers. I like my openness to trying things. Think that's helped make me more well-rounded. I hope so at least.
A place you hope to visit in the future and why: HMMMMM. I want to visit Japan again. For a new place, I want to go to South America. Peru maybe??? Mexico would also be nice. So that's what I'm gearing up towards next.
An actor that gets on your nerves and why: Uh Matt Smith? No reason behind this. but I see his block head and kind of just look away.
Things you’re excited for in the nearby future? I have a lot of little house projects I finally feel like tackling which is exciting. Ive lived in my house for almost 2.5 years and still havent felt like parts of it are complete yet.
Least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in: oof I lowkey kind of hate saying things I don't like on here. bad experiences in the past when people were upset I didn't like a thing they did and got mad at me. But uhhh not the biggest fan of most rodimus ships? but I think mega/rod is my least favorite of them. sorry!
What’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in? hahaahahahhahahah can you believe Game of Thrones wasn't the most toxic???? it was jjba. I got put on a ban list which was kind of funny. I also got kind of show-ponyed in a toxic discord server for a while which has completely ruined me in the ability to act normal on discord outside of my irl friends. that account is deleted but the ao3 is still circling around.
List three things you find beautiful about life: Friends and family- sometimes I want to kill but I really do love them so so much. I like creating things and creating things with people. I also really like my area as far as nature goes. the beach to swamp ratio sings to me.
Any dreams for the future? I want to go on a really long hike. Maybe like a 2 day one? (< says the person that has gone on a max 2 hour hike before). Also just working on my original fiction again. I miss those fellas.
How are you really feeling today? Motivated!!!! Im a little groggy still, but I've been really excited about life and betterment lately so its overcoming my sleepy brain.
Tags: feel free to do or not: @honkytonka, @elmonstro, @huanted-dennys, @feral-birb-husband, @solarstormstuff @anyone else who wants to!! I'd be happy to read them:3
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13tinysocks · 1 year ago
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since everyone is talking about SYG, i will too. i understand why you would dislike a work from around 3 yrs ago, you guys improved so much!! but SYG was honestly kind of a lifechanger when it comes to creepypasta fanfics. i will never read an undercooked creepypasta x reader ever again. my standards changed so much ever since i read it, in the best way possible. i feel like even tho SYG was kinda messy or nonsensical in some parts, the plot still remained consistent and ACTUALLY INTERESTING?? the somewhat fluffy scenes w the boys and the way they grew closer to mc was literally everything to me because in most creepypasta fics mfs try to make it "realistic" and instead of buildup the characters go from hating the mcs guts and spitting in their face at every chance they get into straightup obsession, which is honestly so cringe and 2015 wattpad coded. anyways thank you both for your contribution, i think for SO many people in the cpp fandom you guys changed our brain chemistry
This is also from awhile ago from my drafts:
I try not to get a big head but I'm aware syg is... a lot better than most of the options out there in cpp x reader space. I only started writing it because I thought the majority of fic was underdeveloped, stupid, or plotless. And looking back syg has plot holes, things that don't make sense development wise, a rushed ending etc- but it at least had sex and an actual reason yn loved them and they loved her other than ooogg yandere.... ooohhhhggggg!!!!
Id again like to issue a formal apology for the poggers scene. Do I think it's funny? Yes. If I was reading it and saw that would I immediately stop reading? Yes.
I'm really excited to get the book version out there because we've improved so much! I'll try to post some concept art for the characters soon
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queenofnohr · 10 months ago
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Odeline Heaven's Ward Relationship Overview
Zephirin
Sympathetic to her plight, but ultimately has a job to do (pre-ARR)
Encourages the Ward to interact with her throughout the events of HW
Charibert
Wants to persecute her as a heretic sooooooooooooooo badly
(pre-ARR) If she smells Charibert coming, she'll veil herself back up bc she does NOT want to deal with him
(after revival) bites each other bites each other bites each other
Technically her savior
Though because he was the one who persecuted her "family," he was the one she had to fight in trial by combat (real rin vs medea hours; aka she wins not bc of her magic but by mana burst punching him in the gut)
literally "the one that got away" for him. his white whale. LOVES fighting her
Grinnaux
"look at this funny bitch"
Leans slightly neutral toward her, but thinks she's entertaining
Adelphel
Knew her as the weirdo who indulges Jannequinard during his tenure as a Durendaire knight
Wanted/wants (?) to fuck her ngl. He's 22. big shrug.
Gets along fairly well with her even though she rejects his advances
Thinks she's naïve despite being younger than her for thinking ppl don't break their vows of chastity constantly in ishgard
Even tempered, thought things would work out until the very end because they were friends :(
Paulecrain
Eyepatch to eyepatch communication
by that I mean he recognizes her as (somewhat) cut from the same cloth as people who'd struggled to get by in Ishgard
Gains some amount of respect for her after she bests Charibert in her trial by combat
While it isn't really surprising to him that an Au Ra would thrive outside of Ishgard, seeing her when she returns, he wonders how high she plans to climb wrt status
Slightly bitter at her position as House Fortemps ward in HW, especially after learning she's a Problem Child now
On her part, she wants to see him succeed because she does consider him a person (as with the rest of the Ward) and is frustrated to see him content with his lot as it is - when asked "Doesn't [he] want more?" he half-bitterly replies with, "Where else is there to go when you've made it into the Ward?"
Is so fucking confused as to why she rubbed elbows with Jannequinard for clout and she's just like. "He was the only one stupid enough to take me"
post revival, he probably grounds her a lot of the time like "even if you're warrior of light, you're still just a person"
Haumeric
Was On Her Side during her scandal and sent her to complete her schooling afterward; despite this, because of her past trauma, she distrusts his acts of goodliness
Her scandal is what made him seriously consider stepping down from the clergy
(post revival) "I can fix her" "I can make him worse"
Thinks she's a good Halone-fearing woman and thinks her "fall from grace" is a tragedy
unintentionally bullies Odeline after reviving over stuff like pointing out she cried over the Ward or unintentionally making her beg for cock
likes sticking his dick in crazy so, you kno.
Last Ward member she fucks
Guerrique
Likes to fuck with him
before she likes to fuck with him u kno? (post-Ward reviving)
He broke her arm on accident once and feels really bad about it so he sort of lets her behavior slide
Figures out her vibes faster than anyone else but doesn't comment because it's not his lane
First Ward member Odeline fucks bc she thinks he'll be an easy conquest. why would she think this. he's literally exploded a dragon's head with a swing and broken 22 of his axes because of his strength. the reason is she's a little stupid and has a god complex.
Guerrique asks if he should name a new axe after her after they fuck and she's just like .........
Noudenet
Classmates in the Scholasticate
Would bitch about her magic constantly, making her strive to get better
Thinks her mana bursting is big poggers though ("It was very imaginative")
Tells her to study with Charibert rather than Haumeric when she's learning magic from the Ward mages
Janlenoux
BLUE HAIR SQUAD
The only one who can make her calm down maybe a little (with his cooking. Real What's Cooking in the Emiya Household hours)
Technically knew her as the weirdo who indulges Jannequinard when he served House Durendaire
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Ward members not listed I'm still cooking for! To be updated as I add more lore~
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an-inspired-eternity · 2 years ago
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J/G JUMPSCARE (begs u 2 talk about the sillynomes relationship especially)
thank god i can actually answer this GFJGJHGFJG
so! for some additional background context on how j/g formed, it was originally airi adopting ichika like a stray cat and realizing ichika was into music/wanted to have a band and she was like yk what poggers i'm gonna ask my friend ena about this and ena ends up getting talked into it but Something was missing especially with their vocals so one thing ends up leading to another and akito ends up getting asked to join because of his singing and initially he's like wtf no but airi is airi and doesn't take no for an answer so he becomes their lead singer
and at the start? it's awkward. the shinonomes are similar with each other that they are in canon, but as time goes on with their band, while they still bicker it's a lot less heated. and while they're both too tsundere to admit it they like having something to do together :)
i have alot less figured out with the vocaloids in the other groups than i do with the hoc vocaloids but i can say that rin and meiko being their main vocaloids is like a inverse of vbs having len and meiko :) bc len is hoc's main vocaloid but also just for the vibe. like rin mentions len but he isn't around (initially) like how vbs len does with rin before she's properly introduced
and akito also is still like an older brother with j/g rin and len like how in canon he is with vbs rin and len and ena teases him for it but i think underneath she likes seeing him be less angry
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more-than-a-princess · 2 years ago
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Tsubasa: 🐸New friends 💋 good/bad influence (COOL INFLUENCE) ♝ Found family (at least on Tsubasa's part - if you're a friend, you're family to them)
Anzu: 🐸New friends ▲ Besties (eventually, as far as she's concerned) 💃Partners in Crime (the crime is 'bothering shinobu')
Shinobu: ♫ Reluctant friends (from Shinobu, at least) 💋 good/bad influence (bad influence? good influence? who is to say really) ➣ One-sided crush (from Shinobu, she's gonna be very unhappy with herself about it) perhaps into € Mutual unknown longing (perhaps maybe maybe)
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Relationship dynamics meme - Accepting. So very much accepting. Please send this in if you'd like to write with me/already are writing with me so we can plot!
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Ooh so many great ideas! I'll respond to this by muse:
Tsubasa: Yes PLEASE have Tsubasa be Sonia's cool influence! I could see them becoming friends very quickly and easily, and Tsubasa teaches Sonia cool slang and not to sound like a 40 year old trapped in an 18 year old's body. Take Sonia to skating competitions! Or concerts! Or other cool teenage things! Let Sonia put temporary bright streaks or extensions in her hair and neon makeup! Give her a digital pet (that she will suck at taking care of but it's the thought that counts)!
She will be totally poggers in no time do people even say poggers or vibe or mood anymore but yeah Sonia still will because it's Sonia and no matter how hard someone tries, she's a dork. She's a dork around regular people because she's so sheltered. She's a dork in the upper classes because she's obsessed with horror/occult/serial killers/anime/dramas/gothic and romantic literature.
In Sonia's case, she can teach Tsubasa all about etiquette, or public speaking, or languages. Or horror movies. Is Tsubasa easily scared? For their sake, I hope they aren't.
Don't let Sonia cook for them either but that goes for any and all muses!
Anzu: Sonia will have no choice but to become besties with Anzu. One, she's just so nice and friendly and energetic! And two, Anzu will hear about how her bestest friend ever Shinobu met the Princess of Novoselic and didn't outright hate her and, if I'm right about this, that's good enough for Anzu.
These two tag each other in new IG filters and swoon over dramas, I bet. Anzu tries to take Sonia to do young, cool and hip teenage girl things, like meeting her favorite hosts at the host club, but Sonia is uncomfortable by the prospect of paying someone to talk to her/be her friend. If just for the fact her family has already done that in the past, or people tend to befriend her because they want what she represents or something she has, instead of who she is.
Anzu is also the Queen of the Stairs. That is: Sonia will learn to think twice about taking the stairs at Hope's Peak Academy - she'll never know who's lying at the bottom, clearly in pain from a certain gremlin who has pushed them and made it look like an accident (my money is on Hiyoko ending up there sooner rather than later).
But still, very good and agreeable friends, though Anzu always seems to be laser focused on...
Shinobu: Oh yes, if there's any reluctance in this friendship, it's on Shinobu's end. Sonia is already plenty entertained by their morbid outlook on their attire and the ball in general, so she'll be more than happy to befriend them. Despite all the rumors floating around Hope's Peak about how cruel Shinobu Yaguchi is towards...well, everyone. But especially girls who get too close to them and then get disappointed when they're rejected.
Fortunately for Shinobu, dating them isn't at the forefront of Sonia's mind, at least not at first. She's just happy to make a new friend! One that happens to be thoughtful, introspective, brooding, bitter but kind to at least one person/Anzu, tends to need a hug and a smile more than most...well, you can see where I'm going with this:
mutual/known longing is likely to happen in this case. I can see Sonia feeling at ease in their company, as they likely won't care about her title and is far more interested in Sonia's personality, or at least the concerning parts of it: her obsession with the disturbing and the fact she's not breaking out in tears every time Shinobu glares at her, or tells her she's annoying, or some other tactic that usually makes other girls crumble.
Sonia's not like other girls: she's got concerning hobbies, believes the best in everyone, and is an absolute idiot when it comes to recognizing someone is in love with her (Kazuichi aside).
They need all the help they can get, but don't tell Anzu that. She'll only be more determined to resolve this one-sided crush that could turn into mutual pining. They can both be the good/bad influence!
Also: can we say a prayer for Sonia's windows (from Shinobu) and Sonia's general privacy (from Anzu)? RIP to both. She won't see them intact again: not for long, at least.
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neapolitanhaha · 1 year ago
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Okay I can explain why 2 is THE best while also explaining why the other two are still amazing
First of all: THE MUSIC. The music is AMAZING. Literally, if you take the strings of the song The Spy and The Liar, you get the background music used in the last level of IEYTD2. I'm not even joking. It's THAT cool.
Second: The animation is more fluid in IEYTD2. While IEYTD1 introduces the silhouettes, it doesn't have much of them during the game. Literally just a guy with a flamethrower. IEYTD2 has JOHN FREAKING JUNIPER with TONS more animation than in any of the other games which is absolutely AMAZING. As an animator, I'm literally so proud of them
Third: Theme. The theme is consistent and matches the time perfectly. The sort of late 1800's, early 1900's feel mixed with all sorts of things from the early 2000's is quite a mess but it's still done so perfectly. I automatically make messes with setting/time and I'm always stressing out about making my stories EXACT to the time, but witnessing IEYTD2 has made me change my mind about it and just try to get it at least good.
IEYTD1 was amazing with it's storyline and characters. The ending was FANTASTIC too like WOW. Made me cry. 10/10.
IEYTD2's ending was more dramatic and slow and HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK.
IEYTD3's ending was okay. It was slow and dramatic, but a certain element made it feel odd. Actually, now that I think about it, NO. I literally love it all. The element just made it hit harder.
The music for the other two is great, but I wish it kept that consistency of great throughout the games rather than just focusing it on the last levels. That would be poggers :3 I just want to listen to a variety LMAO
If they don't, even better. Because then the last levels will hit harder.
anyways I'm done with my rant lmao
I’m curious:
pls rb for bigger sample size :D
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tommyssupercoolblog · 7 months ago
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Comicpalooza update& Headed out a LOT of business cards and now we're exhausted. Asked Seán if he liked anything at the stalls but so far only one booth caught his eye- I grabbed her card for him tho. And other than that I got SO MANY ARTIST CARDS!! Excited to look though them and like, bookmark websites and buy smthn once I have more money. We have a little bit right now but there's so much cool stuff out there and so little cash flow for us that it's gonna be a while until we get to most of them. There's so many awesome artists here!! The library upstairs was super cute too.
Our day was.... honestly I wish I could say it was awesome and poggers and parts of it were!! But we also had some bad experiences today too, and honestly all but one of them would easily be outweighed by the good, but the FIRST bad thing was the worst and kind of set the tone for our day.
If any of you ever go to comicpalooza or the venue it's in, here's a tip- NEVER. USE. THE STAIRS. other than the elevators and escalators, there is no transportation, because while they built stairs, THERE IS NO EXIT TO THE STAIRWELL.
It's one way.
If you open the door to go down the stairs, and that door shuts behind you, there's no handle to get out and pushing the doors won't do anything, and it's the same all the way down.
I'll explain my experience under the cut but I wanted to put the warning first. DON'T. USE. THE STAIRS.
We spent the first 20 minutes trapped in a stairwell with no clue when (or if) we'd get out. I started crying and screaming for help and banging on the doors and no one heard us even though we could see them through the crack. Seán tried to calm me down and suggested we see if, if we went all the way down, there WOULD be an exit, but the only door down there we could access was storage so I assume either there's no exit at all unless they open the doors (which they supposedly do in a fire/emergency) or you have to go through storage to get it, and with no employee guide I wasn't going to wander through boxes.
So then I started hyperventilating again and crying and everything and Seán again was like "hey let's be rational" and asked me if I could try calling mom and seeing if it worked. So I did, and she said she'd TRY to find us by following our description of how we got stuck in there.
So then I went back to the door we came in from....and quickly lost my calm again and started yelling through the crack again, I got handprints and tears all over it and body slammed into it one time but Seán was like "STOP you're going to hurt yourself" so then we just kinda stood there, and Seán was still scared just being normal about it so I just kind of joined him in silent anxiety and we just stood there scared??? Mom called us, again, and stayed on the phone until she found us, but by then we were physically shaking and crying all over again from relief and tired-ness and she walked us to our first panel to make sure we were like. Okay.
Apparently there was also a security number we could call for help that's on the back of the doors but it was just "security - number" so we didn't know that was what it was for ;-; at least our mom was there and helped.
So....like....as fun as most of the panels were that was terrifying??!!!! And it also made anything else bad that happened feel a lot worse.
So I am VERY tired.
The air-instument band we saw was awesome and Seán liked the writing panel we went to (also the first panel we went to) and werewolf was also very poggers!! But I still got trapped in a stairwell. So like??
Hey at least I was still able to laugh and smile and have fun at other points in the day!! It's just now that I'm back in the hotel room all I can think about is how scary it was in the stairs....
I hope this wasn't like an actual new trauma. If it is and I have to unpack it in therapy later or we form a new alter I might just like curl up into a little ball. Like I DO feel scared of the stairwells and get anxious when I see them now but will that wear off??? I hope so????
Blowing up whoever decided one-way no exit stairwells were a good idea.
Also I piloted the body almost all of today besides during Seán's panel specifically. I wonder if that'll keep happening..I hope so, since I like people! I wouldn't want him to be overwhelm with the space and become scared and afraid
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dumpy-dump · 2 years ago
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ffxiv villains
Nael Van Darnus is the english localization team's greatest adversary apparently the unhinged garlean legatus responsible for slam dunking the moon into the ground. she's a big fan of bahamut, sephiroth, and majora's mask, among other things, you see, and decided to incorporate her interests into her work. she dies but doesnt.
Gaius "such devastation" Baelsar is a verbose fantasy nazi who's favorite color is social darwinism. he dies but doesnt, after getting epically pranked by a kingdom hearts cosplayer. later, his many adopted lizard children die. this all causes him to suddenly realize that fascism is not very poggers. it's all very cool and makes sense, you see. gaius "garlean man's burden" baelsar was already slightly less racist than his peers anyway so he's basically a hero.
Nero's not a villain, he's just based.
lol Lahabrea 🍞🔑🗡
Thordan is catholic.
Nidhogg was totally valid actually, but he needed to speak to a dragon grief counselor or something.
Zenos is megatron but sad is a sadistic bishonen who based his whole personality on "the most dangerous game." he's a twisted fuckin cycle path, less a person and more a weapon for the emperor to wield (at least until late stormblood). he's mostly just doing what he was born and raised to do, yeah, but it's not like that makes it fine. he dies but doesn't, as overstaying one's welcome simply runs in his family. he then spends most of his time in early endwalker trying to invite the wol to a nice, romantic, candlelit fistfight in the wendy's parking lot, by pissing on the moon (of course). that, and doing a whole lot of napping, apparently (way to beat the boring allegations, zenos). he helped cause the apocalypse because he's depressed (and very, very battle horny), but it's not like depression makes it all fine.
lol Varis 🗡😱🪦
Emet-Selch is the ceo of fascism, and was a funny and extremely likeable villain who stole the show everytime he showed up, until he wasnt. he stalled in the grieving process and decided to make that everyone else's problem by comitting mass genocide (he kins nidhogg you see) across multiple worlds for thousands of years in an attempt to bring his people back. but he's depressed (about his own ppl, he didnt seem to feel too bad about the everything else), so it's fine. genocide is his coping mechanism you see (very relatable). he dies but still has a ton of screentime and importance even after death because overstaying one's welcome simply runs in his family.
Elidibus more like elidibitch, ayo! was the convocation's little pogchamp who was sacrificed to become zodiark's heart, instead of any of the older members of the convocation who could have made that sacrifice (no, no, by all means, let the lil guy do it). he keeps desperately fighting for reasons he doesnt even know anymore, all while donning his best ff1 warrior of light cosplay (you're doing great, sweetie!). he can also apparently help you travel back in time, even though that's not how that worked when they sent the crystal tower through time initially but yeah okay sure (i kinda already did the twinning broski, cid's funky time robot is gone, how are you doing any of this? dont answer that).
lol Valens 🥛��💪
Fandaniel is become zodiark amon hermes a mentally ill funky little jester who is fought three goddamn times, one of those times being in the afterlife after you've already killed him once. one might assume that he may be related in some way to emet and his family based on how he, too, overstays his welcome. but no, he's just one of emet's annoying coworkers. yet another twisted fuckin cycle path, he helped cause the apocalypse (twice technically), but he was depressed, so it's fine. one of two characters whose existence slightly detracts from the whole hope vs despair theme of endwalker (imo).
Meteion is Necron a sad space bird, there to act as an homage to other final fantasy games that also have some random last minute bullshit as the final boss, not acknowledging of course that that is usually one of the worst parts of all the games that do that (i like ff4 but zeromus mcpalpatine-reference is lame). she's trying to destroy all life, yes, but she's mostly just doing what she was born and raised to do, so it's fine. she's also there to connect to the hope vs despair theme, but that is slightly undercut by the player charitably helping a violently mentally ill man die his preferred death (but like in a fun way) right after the big hope overcomes despair moment.
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