#but that doesnt stop it from being bad design

[toytulini]

Its just. a truck. a shit ass truck, that sucks shit more than any other trucks on the road rn, which is impressive considering how bad modern trucks are. definitely not a sedan. not a van, its not a hatchback, its not an suv. It's got a bed for sure, even if its covered, they sell ? pickups with covered beds, or covers to put over the bed of a pickup you already own, to protect the bed. these exist. they dont turn the truck into a sedan or a van or an suv. Its just a extraordinarily shitty truck. It is a truck that sucks worse than any other truck you can buy rn which, as a truck hater, and a hater of cars made after like, 20teens at the latest, who thinks all trucks are disgusting and awful, is already a low bar. I'm not sure I get what we're doing here. Its just a truck that sucks. theres plenty of shit about it to make fun of it for relentlessly, theres no shortage of material here, you dont need to disparage the good name of any other these other vehicles, especially not a sedan, our last bastion left in usamerica against the ever encroaching light truck category taking over completely, since compacts and sub-compacts arent really available here anymore, not new models anyway.

Its a bad shitty truck, that is designed to live exclusively in the mildest, dryest, of climates with no weather at all, with a dedicated garage, and never do anything more strenuous than transport groceries for a single generic cishet nuclear family with 2.5 kids.

wait a sec. the cybertruck aint even a truck. it aint even a van, there's only the two rows of seating. mf's a sedan with angles

[arolesbianism]

I wanna make art for my dst roleswap au sooo bad but at the same time I think if I had to deal with even a single person deadnaming Wx on my posts I would snap

[threepandas]

Bad End: No Good Turn

I rushed to catch up, as I saw the party leaving. Advisor Leukippos was a hopelessly busy man after all. Seeming to drift, with elegant unhurried steps, from appointment to appointment at a somehow impossible speed. It was near impossible to actually catch him NOT in the middle of something. And believe me, I'd been TRYING!

"Advisor! Respected One! Please wait!" I did not so much... shout (as that would be RUDE. One must NEVER be RUDE around the Yanderians. They take GREAT exception. I've looked them up. Have even started taking classes on the subject.) as sorta? Pitched my voice to carry? Kinda the verbal equivalent of that awkward half jog, not run, people do.

My Yanderian pronunciation is god awful. Probably butchering the words, since I can't, you know, actually HEAR any of the nuanced under or over tones. The slight inflections. Yanderian is a language of SONG. Poetry. Composing some of the most beautiful audible art in the known universe. Some of the pieces I've heard? Are like whale song made of starlight. Birdsong made of thunder.

And that's the RECORDINGS! Which are said to miss SO MUCH of the in person nuances, due to technological limitations!

I, being a human, literally don't have the philosophy to even speak the language properly. Never will.

Not the voice box, not the HEARING, and certainly not the lung capacity. But I wanted to at least try, you know? If nothing else, maybe learn the language. There WERE after all, auditory aids for Yanderians with ear injuries. And! I theoretically? Could contact the company? To see if they would be willing to design a set of nuance readers for a human sized head! Adjusted for human hearing and visual ranges!

To be honest? I just was waiting to be able to send my message in Yanderian first. To prove that it wouldn't be a waste of time. Nuance readers were a time consuming project after all! Had to be customized to the life form wearing them.

Leukippos and his entourage had stopped, turned. Some fully, some only half way, to glance in bemused and startled confusion at the (no doubt strange) little creature trying to hacksaw her way through a sentence in their language. None the less, they DID stop for me, for which I was grateful. Their people were fuckin TALL, man. Long legs. Holy SHIT long legs. G-gimme a second! Gotta...! Breathe...!

I could practically feel their amusement from behind the assorted fans. Eyes curving up to match hidden grins.

"No drink to spill upon me, little one? How shall I recognize you now?" Comes teasing song speech from the man I've been trying, for DAYS, to catch outside of any one of his many responsibilities. I think? That particular rumbling quality? Means "playfully said, not insulting you?"

His body language certainly suggests it.

The laugh that forces its way out of my body? Is the sort that you make, while contemplating throwing yourself into the fucking SEA or a bottomless pit, after dumping your breakfast on like... a world leader.

Because I Basically DID.

Which? Ha ha... oh god, kill me. They wear FUCKING WHITE. The higher the rank? The MORE WHITE! (It's the color of Divinity and Honor! Which DOESNT FUCKING HELP! Oh GOD, does this mean what I did was SACRILEGIOUS TOO?!) Nothing but pale, easily and irreversibly stain-able colors, as far as the eye can see! And I accidentally? Dumped my shitty break room "whatever has caffeine and is still in stock" on him!

FIVE TIMES.

I've literally GIVEN UP open air caffeinated drinks because of this! They are the devil! Evil! Trying to ruin both my sanity AND my life! I don't CARE if canned coffee is more expensive! At least I can't DUMP IT ON A DIGNITARY.

The worst part? The ABSOLUTE WORST? Was how understanding and calm Leukippos was, while I lost my shit. It wasn't even MY outfit. He was the one covered in probably still burning coffee! As I hyperventilated and blubbered apologies and cried at him. Hair a mess! Sleep deprived as FUCK because my boss is an asshole. Well... WAS an asshole.

He came over to yell at me.

Did not go well for him. What with that being Rude™ and me having already spilled the beans that the whole incident was CAUSED by me being overworked. Sleep deprivation slows reaction times, you know?

But then... but THEN! It? Kept?? HAPPENING!!!

Turn a corner? Bump! Right down his front. Leaving a lift? Bump! Splash! There goes my cup! Oh but what about a SAFETY cup? I, like FOOL, naively think! Ha ha...

I nearly concuss him! Somehow! Right over the edge of some railing! Slams into the ground at his feet. Nearly hitting him from THREE STORIES UP, right on the head! Pretty sure the sound I made? Was just as painful to HEAR as it was to rip out of my own throat in panic.

No More Cups! Cups are BAD. This? Anti-cup having household.

We'll drink from fucking SPOONS if we have too! Bowls!

NO CUPS!

And every? Single?? Time??? Leukippos not only stops, in the middle of his unspeakably busy schedule, to calm down and reassure this random ass low ranking alien, who's dumped potentially toxic or dangerous unknown alien foodstuffs, just ALL over his incredibly expensive clothes? He's KIND about it! Polite! Makes light hearted little jokes and says not to worry!

It would be one thing, if he was an asshole about it? But!? He's so politely understanding instead? You just end up standing there. Staring in HORROR. At the slowly spreading stains, on that beautiful, delicate, lovely embroidered white fabric. Clothes that are HAND CRAFTED. Take months if not YEARS to make!!! And you just? Feel your soul... die inside.

Kill me. Fucking END me. I deserve it.

Oh my god.... What Have I Done?

But, hey! If he wants to turn my Horrifying Drink Based Trauma Crimes into a cute friendship meet cute? I'm so unbelievably down for that. Literally ANYTHING so I stop feeling like I'm constantly setting this man's ceremonial robes on fire in front of him, then having him ask if I'M okay or need anything.

Speaking of which? Excitedly I reach into my messages bag, asking if he remembers the over robe he lent me. Another victim to our coffee attacks, the over robe was of a style that traditionally hung open, so it only slightly got hit. His main robe suffering the worst of it. Most importantly, though? The over robe is the main decorative one! Heavy on the subtle off white on white embroidery.

It creates a kind of magical looking effect as the light hits it, it's hard to explain.

But! I got coffee'd too, right? Right down my front! So what does he do? Leukippos slides off his over robe and puts it on me. So I won't be walking around in state that would get me socially embarrassed. Cause a scandal. Still not sure if it's a Yanderian or a "their region of the galaxy" thing.

However, that? Left me with a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL and quickly staining white over robe. Not Today, Satan! So I looked up how to save it. Rushed it to a professional cleaners. They kept it from getting worse but couldn't help me, due to the unique fibers the robe was made off, but knew who COULD and sent me on my way.

I ended up in a breathing mask in little Kkbrixxtttishky. And I know, okay? It's mostly oxygen in that dome. Yeah, it IS, but there are enough fatally toxic trace elements in the atmosphere that unless you have a REALLY good filter mask? It's just safer to go full breathing mask. It's not fucking "paranoid" or "racist" or whatever garbage they'll tell you.

Half those fuckers saying that? Wouldn't even TRAVEL there if their LIVES depended on it! For ALL sorts of VERY reasonable excuses, I'm SURE. Bastards. One breathing mask and an uncomfortable decontamination shower between domes is all it takes! It's barely a few minutes delay between domes. Then you're in!

And? The whole area is beautiful. Everyone is super nice, deeply kind (especially when you get lost... like... A LOT). And oh my god? Do you know how badly I wish I could eat the food without, you know, dying? (God those little pie thingies looked so fucking GOOD...)

Anyway! Long and short of it? The Kkbrixxtttishky cleaner knew how to clean the robe! Even stored it in an air tight container so it could be decontaminated for my safe handling. They? Were so sympathetic? Shared my absolute horror at the situation. We're and ARE an absolute gem. Swear to God I plan to recommend them to anyone who can breathe that grade of atmosphere.

It was worth every unit.

Pulling out a clean, neatly folded robe to return? Feels like a triumph.

"The robe of which I gave you, clean once more." He says, recognizing it on sight. The smile behind his fan seems to grow, from what charmed expression I can see of his face, as he steps closer. "Such care, in trusted hands, this robe has found. Little one, you have gone to great lengths. No easy thing, the cleansing of such cloth. And to return it? None would think you less, should you have kept a gift..."

The songspeech has a distinctly warm tone to it, more then the already fond tone that had been there before. Heck yeah~ Knew it! I KNEW I did the right thing! And besides, it WAS the right thing. I tell him as much. He didn't really GIVE me his robe, he leant me it to help me save face.

The Galactic Senate is unspeakably vast. He was running the risk of never seeing it again but did it ANYWAY. Just so I wouldn't be seen walking around covered in a mess. I was just sorry I couldn't fix the OTHER robes my clumsiness had ruined.

"Virtuous little one~" Leukippos says sings, the nuanced tones, which I could only barely hear, suggesting his words were meant to be both teasing and praise. He driftes closer. His other hand elegantly raising to join the first. Both gripping his fan in an... almost coy sort of way? Ah, I'm probably reading that one wrong. Still learning, after all...

"Won't you join me? A walk with good company, is a pleasant one indeed. I have not had chance to speech casually with you before. We would have sent you correspondence; In accordance with tradition and regard, however..."

Leukippos trailed off. Politely not saying the obvious. Which was that it was fuckin impossible to find me in the G.S. directory, since I was effectively a Nobody, and you'd have to know Going IN which Embassy I worked for. Even then, it'd be rough as hell, dragging me name out of that thing. I was the afterthought of an afterthought, that the forgettable once might of had.

But hey, it pays the bills.

I grin. Of course, I'd love to join him. If I'm not getting in the way! The robe is handed off to one of the smiling members of the entourage. Tucked away somewhere. And I am swallowed into the center of the group. Holy SHIT, they are tall. Like? I knew that. On average? Yanderians were about a foot and a half taller then humans... but STILL? I think these guys might be tall for Yanderians? I feel dainty. Wild.

Leukippos helps with my pronunciation, as we walk. Recommends a few new up and coming artists who's works sound fascinating. Distracted by it all, I don't notice our path meandering away from what I know is his next appointment, and towards his office. At least, I don't until we're alone.

His fan lower gently from his face, revealing handsome features.

I startle, don't know where to look. Uuuuuuuh?! No, wait, what!? No. See, I REMEMBER my basics of Yanderian etiquette block, from the sociology lessons I'm taking. He's not allowed to DO that! He can't DO THAT! Illegal! Naked! Why is he FACE NAKED!? That's like taking your SHIRT OFF! Fine around close friends and family. But JUST around them! ONLY them.

Going 0 to 150 REAL FAST, my guy!

Sputtering, I spin around. I saw NOTHING. Sexy lil fangs WHOMS'T? Ha ha! Jawline whaaaat? No, no! I'm actually BLIND. As of just a bit ago! Terrible, really. Should probably see a doctor! Now actually! Yeah. Now sounds good. I'm just gonna-!!

Softly, elegantly, like a dancer's pose, an arm in billowing white reaches over my should to delicately press against the door. It's the old fashioned kind. Swinging, not slide, made of wood. Must of cost more then I make in a year. The hand presses one finger at a time, a precise little sequence of tap tap tap.

Each finger accompanied by the softest sound of sharp nail tips.

I am suddenly hyperaware. H..How did he move that-?

The friendly atmosphere, the comfort, seems to have been sucked out of the room as thoroughly as an open airlock straight to the void. I am alone with a man I do not... now that I think about it... actually know. I FELT like I knew him. We keep meeting. I've been learning about his people. But do I know HIM? Personally? The nature of HIS character?

I... I do not.

And he is a very, VERY powerful man.

My eyes are locked on the hand, gently holding the door shut. I haven't tried my strength against his. Yet. But the numbers are in my head. The odds. Cold sweat prickles and beads along my skin, my breathe shallow, as I stand utterly frozen. It's a beautifully manicured hand, I note. Strong wrist, there a hint of true muscle, under all those robes.

He smells of trees and musk, spices and flowers not native to earth. The sleeve flowing over my shoulder is dangerously soft. His existence a pillar of heat, right behind me, not touching... but close enough. He seems perfectly content to wait me out. My mind is static.

"We fall in love quite easily, did you know? Oh little one..." His words are sighed confession, sung like falling leaves. Another hand comes up, on the other side of me. "My people greatest folly. Our weakness, our despair. Oh little one, we love too much. It frightens people. How quickly and deeply we fall..."

Why was he telling me that? I... I know the most obvious reason why he MIGHT be. B-but surely not! Ha ha. No way. C-can't be! So Why Is He TELLING ME THAT?!

"Courtship requires planning of course. Research. 'Meet-Cutes' I believe they are titled? Did you enjoy them? Were they proper? I'm to take you on outings next, yes? Flowers and material goods. To prove I can provide and know you well, and ah~"

There was mouth pressed to the nape of my neck, breathing deep against my skin. I could feel the almost lazy hunter's grin, splitting those lips into a smirk. Sharp teeth and hot breathe, dangerously close and already lusting to leave behind marks.

"And I DO know you so well. I have made certain of that, my little one. Dearest little one. Jewel of my heart, soon to be keeper of my name. I will court you in your ways, then I will court you in mine. Our wedding will be beautiful."

My heart was racing. I had to get out of here. Go and never, EVER come back. Oh god, at this distance? There was no WAY he couldn't hear everything. I had to lie! Do something! Anything! Just get out of this room. Back to Earth's embassy!

I... I couldn't move. Afraid. I was afraid.

He's so big. So much stronger then me. I have to get out.

"You shall such peace and love on Yanderia, darling. The other partners will rejoice for a new friend and you will be welcomed. Isn't that lovely? There is so much we do not show outsiders. But you, little one?"

"You will have the rest of your life to learn it ALL~"

[the-s1lly-corner]

If you could indulge me, can I ask for something with The Amazing Digital Circus gang, with an s/o who is seen as an anchor for the others? They are strong willed, happy go lucky, supportive, a mediator and ect. Well, could they stumble upon their s/o just having an episode, just crying in frustration and like punching a wall to calm down and go back to acting like nothing happened?

I have a thing with strong willed characters hiding their weakness for the benefit of others.

TADC cast x emotional anchor!reader !

oh ho ho you silly lil fella, you have literally just described my TADC oc down to a T, i am going to have so much fun writing this because im literally just. going to use my oc as a place holder for the reader, just without describing any lore bits unique to them and their design ngl i think i went insane with this one, tally hall music is doing something to me

CAINE:

if you thought you were good at hiding your human despair just know that caine already knows. the only reason i feel he wouldnt initially come to you in your lesser moments of weakness is that he can acknowledge that youre trying to hide this part of you. does he go comfort you, and risk making you try harder to surpress your feelings; risking you to just blow up one day and have your mental state just totally collapse in one go? would you feel put off at the knowledge that in this world you never really have full privacy? that definitely wouldnt make you feel any better. but when it gets to the point where you're screaming and crying in your room and punching the walls he would step in. drags you away from the walls, and if he has to this man will restrain you if it means making sure you stop swinging. hes seen the downfall of many people within the circus, but seeing it from someone he so deeply cares for hits a different way. he may be an AI, but he can still simulate feeling. its a harrowing sensation as he lets you cling onto him. i think he makes an effort to make in house adventures less overwhelming and intense, too scared to push you over the edge but also too scared to leave you with nothing to do to distract you. i think he would stay with you for the night, too

POMNI:

as selfish as it sounds, pomni cant help but feel.. something in her chest. seeing you, the groups beacon of light falter fills her with some kind of fear and despair that she cant put into words. it reminds her that no one is above helplessness, and that at the end of the day youre just as capable of abstracting as everyone else. i think, when she finally sees your fake demeanor finally slip when you thought you were totally alone, she feels bad. i mean shes your partner, and she didnt pick up on any hints that may have indicated your true state of health. i dont think she would try to force you to speak, as much as i want to say that she would try to push for you to talk about how you feel i think her attempts to reach out to you would fall on deaf ears. i think she would put her hand on your shoulder, making you jump back to the present moment. its an awkward gesture, with the jester herself being a little lost with these new feelings... i think you two would just sit in silence

JAX:

similar to pomni, he feels this intense and unexplainable pang at the sight of the most hopeful and brightest person in the circus crumble. ive already said it but ill say it again, its like being splashed with cold water, with how hard that sinking cold feeling hits him. makes half hearted attempts to cheer you up. its not that he doesnt care, its that hes stuck in the shock of seeing the happiest person he knows flip into... this.. for a split second he thought you were abstracting, that pit his stomach becoming colder for a second before he realizes whats going on. ive said this before as well, but jax is not the best comforter, in fact i think he might be one of the worst out of the main cast. but i think so far for the characters ive written for this post, he makes an effort to try to pull you up out of your hole. at least he lets you cry your feelings out, and he wont make you feel bad for doing so

RAGATHA:

stands there in shock like pomni, before immediately rushing to your side and tugging you away from a coat stand you were kicking and beating. hands on your shoulders she tries to snap you back to the present moment, trying to tell you that shes here. any feelings of the helplessness that she shares with the previous two characters is shoved down. this isnt about her, its about you. runs her fingers through your hair, if your digital body has any, and just. rocks you. when you finally calm down enough to be able to form clear words, she reassures you once more that shes here for you. the two of you stay in that position, holding onto one another for the entire night. i think it should be said, but for most of these theyre going to try to keep a closer eye on you and make it a point to ask you how youre feeling. ragatha especially.

KINGER:

it reminds him of queenie. the sight brings back so so so many terrible memories. for a second he doesnt even register that hes standing in the present, standing in your doorway. stuck and frozen for a solid minute before you finally notice him, and you hold each others gaze. finally, you crumble. what was the point of hiding your mounting anguish now that it was discovered by the one you care for most? at the sight of your crumpled form i think kinger would snap back, and rush to your side. he's pause, afraid that you would abstract like the queen, before forcing himself to push through that fear in the back of his mind. a moment where he is not fumbling with himself or shaking; be it because he wants to be there for you or perhaps he still holds some guilt aimed towards himself for not being able to save his old queen, he refuses to leave your side even if you tell him to leave. theres this caution in his actions, mixed with this sort of determination to make sure you're okay. like ragatha, he would make it a point to make sure you're okay long after this incident

ZOOBLE:

zooble would probably be the only one who doesnt make their presence known to you while you're in that state. not because they wont care about you, in fact they care about you a lot. but theyre so unsure of what to do, that they give to you what they would have wanted for themselves, if they were in your shoes. they want to grant you privacy, and to at least keep a shred of the now ruined façade you had been putting on for everyone. if it means keeping it will give you comfort, then they wont take that away from you. they wait outside your door, waiting for the height of your episode to pass before cracking the door open. they dont say anything about what they had just heard, but you seem to know that they know.. i mean they came in so soon after you had calmed yourself down enough.

"are you okay?" a dumb question, but what else was there for them to say? you so obviously werent okay, and you likely werent for a long time. they offer to leave, to give you some time to pick yourself back up, but they also make it clear that they wont go anywhere if you dont want to be alone. the night is tense and awkward, filled with conversation before they eventually broach the topic... i think you guys would develop some sort of secret code. i mean youve been hiding your true feelings for so long, and outwardly saying you need help would compromise that mask you put up for yourself. be it a certain sentence or arrangement of objects, you two come up with a indirect way of asking for security

GANGLE:

she feels so helpless, the most out of everyone. she tries to get your attention, but her words fall on deaf ears, if they even manage to pry themselves out of her mouth. far too weak to pull you away and keep you from hurting yourself, but too soft spoken to bark out a word to draw your attention to her. truly, she feels useless. she isnt able to capture your attention until you finally notice her. similar to kingers part, you fall. she takes an unsure step towards you, hands half raised in front of her as she debates if you want to be touched or not. she settles to sitting in front of you, just barely holding eye contact... she looks down when you tear your eyes away from her. finally finding her voice, i think she would ask if you want her to stay, or if you need anything. she tries to word it the best she can, but she lets you know that she doesnt think any less of you for your outburst. it happens to the best of us, really it does. if you want her too, she wraps herself around you and tries to soothe your shaking form

[al6nst]

dom himeru x sub gn reader, degradation, sex toys, squirtinf the whole lot

fufu, amazing anon!

RULE #34. HiMERU

sensitive content, 18+, mdni NOW!!

title creds go to: fish in a birdcage

sketch info ; sex, gn!reader, domtop meru, subbot reader, usage of sex toys, bondage ( just the arms) , squirting (possibly afab.), dacryphila, spit, doublepen, anal, slightly possesive himeru hehe, overstim, slight dumbification + size kink, degradation, not proofread, .

an : GUYTYSSSSS I GOT DOYOUNG AND YUTA PHOTOCARDS YESTERDAY OMG I ALSO GOT HYUNJIN/HAN, CHANGBIN AND LEE KNOW THIS IS SO GOATED.

you choke out a gasp as his fingers ghost over your clit, whining in despair. "Please, meru. jus move already." you grind into hid hand, his thick member stuffed inside of your other hole. your butt flush against his thighs as you cry desperately. Your legs are spread by his much larger ones. "meru, I'm sorry!" he kisses the side of your neck, shushing you with a 'tsk' "All you can do is apologize to HiMERU, Darling, really?." his voice is smoothing in your brain, a change of scenery from the understimulating situation youre in. "hngh, himeru.. c'mon!"

rocking into him softly, you only stop when he slaps your thigh harshly, the aound resonating throughout the room. "HiMERU said not to move, didn't he?" you nod, looking back at him with glossed over eyes, you sniffled, in his hands is an exact replica of his cock. he rubs it through your folds, your slick coating the tip. It's sloppy sound sticking to your ears. you whine a soft 'please..' and a few cries of his name as you beg. "fuck me already, meru!" he doesn't move, only nipping at your neck and flickimg your nipples. "you slut, HiMERU has to keep teaching you patience, doesnt he, your slutty cunt cant help but be so desperate for something in it. right?" His words are harsh, but not untrue. you hang your head in shame, gasping once he lifts your leg and slips the dildo through your folds, it licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and you shiver, tangling your fists in his shirt. "Inside.. wan' it so bad" you moan when the tip enters you, the thick silicon stretching you out like his cock always did. "mm, is this good for you? is HiMERU pleasing you enough? you'd spread your legs for anybody, though." you shake your head rapidly as he ends opens his mouth again "would you be a slut for anyone?" grunting as you clench around him, his other hand rests on your other thigh. "no, nobody else. jus you, meru" a soft cry exits your mouth as he shoves the fake cock inside of you, hitting the spongy spot inside of you.

"Just HiMERU, Darling." You gasp, mouth agape. he flicks his wrist, thrusting it inside of you with haste. you shake your head, looking back at him— your face was red and tear-stained. a groan comes from his mouth as your hole tightens around you. He sticks his fingers in your mouth as you open it, his digits abusing the back of your throat. you gag and moan, tearing up. "You filthy whore, getting off to being treated like this, huh?" himeru removes his fingers before spitting in your mouth. You swallow hastily before his hands come to your face, leaving you no choice but to focus on the way he fucks it into you. himeru can feel your tears dripping onto his hand and forearm, his cock twitching inside of you as you cry loudly.

you babble, the rope that had your arms bound burned against your skin. its intricate design crafted by yours truly, himeru."Ha, hn.. anh— meru, 's so good, so good!" the sound of your cunt became even sloppier, even louder; the obsene squelch of your wetness as you leave a coat of your slick on the top layer of the dildo, as it kisses your cervix violently, his index finger coming to rub your clit. "Ah.. himeru, himeru! don' touch that.. not.. there!" you sob, tears rolling down your flushed and puffy cheeks as you push your butt into his pelvis, his cock sliding deeper into you. squeezing your eyes shut, you cum hard around the silicon toy, making a mess all over his hand. you gasp as clear liquid squirts out of you, slouching into him. he grunts, moving your face close to his— he can feel your heavy breathing– and planting a kiss on your lips. "good.. HiMERU's proud of you, one more." his lips are on yours once again, he bites your lips and sucks on your tongue before pulling away. staring at you with lidded eyes, "Yn, will you help HiMERU cum?" he asks, running his hand over your twitching stomach, slipping the dildo out of you and tossing it off to the side. looking away from him, you nod, teary-eyed. you open your mouth to speak shakily, "gonna.. gon make ya feel so good, promise, meru." You say in between broken and tired moans, he licks the shell of your ear, fondling your thighs. "move. HiMERU wants you to ride him" a sigh exits you, and you whimper, hands opening and closing. "hng.. okay" You shakily breathe out, looking back at him, your nose is running, and you can't stop crying. "Hm.. like a leaky faucet, you know?" he smiles, his hands digging in imprint on your hips. you wince, closing your eyes as you lift yourself enough to make your legs weaker, the slap of his thighs against your was loud and wet. squeaking softly, you lift "i.. i cant, s too big to do it myself.." you shake your head, resting it on his shoulder.

"Whatever," he hums, and a laugh erupts from his chest. "How pathetic, HiMERU really has to do everything for you." he kisses your tears away, thrusting up into you without hazard. you moan as he hits your cervix, and then your g spot— it feels so good. "hngh, too much.. s' too good," whispering shakily as you tug at the ropes. you lean forward as he pushes you up and drops you down with his pace. "don' stop 's so good, meru please, cummin.. i.. hmph " you babbled mindlessly, throwing your head back in pure pleasure, your eyes rolling into your skull, and your mouth forms an 'o'. a long draw out moan exits you, its loud as you squirt on his cock again. his thighs are soaked by your cum and sweaty from all of this activity.

himerus face was flushed and sweaty, his eyes softened as he stared at your disheveled form. lashes dotted with tears and face covered in your drool. "So stupid, how cute." he smiles, exhaling before closing his eyes and pumping his cock into you a few more times before shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you. "yn.. ngh, yn..." Himeru sits back, allowing you to lay on top of him, fatigued. "Mmm.. meru~" You look at him with doe eyes and sniffle, feeling your arms become sore. "Let me out, please" he chuckles, untangling your arms from the red rope. "HIMERU will start a bath, no need to worry." he says, breathing heavily.

you fall asleep after he leaves the room, unable to think straight.

I COULDV3 SONE SO KUCH BEETER IMNSOS ROYY ANON IM JUST RLLY STRESSED UHFHH SOB SOB

[daydreaming-scheming-demon]

minecraft doesnt need to be a fucking multimedia franchise, it doesn't even need anymore games than one, there's no fucking point to it, nobody gives a shit about minecraft dungeons, since when was the last time you saw someone go "oh wow, i cant wait for the next minecraft dungeons update" and there's even more minecraft spinoffs that nobody gives a shit about, i cant even remember the name of the latest one because it died so quickly

and now they're making a minecraft movie, and it's live action, which makes no sense but i guess making it animated wouldnt have a mainstream appeal and they need dat money from da masses. and they're having fucking jack black in it. and it's just. please. stop. you couldve made a movie about something original and interesting but instead you need to make a fucking minecraft movie.

i feel similarly about the mario movie and the fnaf movie but like, at least with those games it makes sense. mario games have plot even if simple, and fnaf has a plot even if it's a bad and confusing one. minecraft is a fucking sandbox game with no characters or plot going on unless you're matpat or something. it has fucking nothing. they're making a movie out of fucking nothing. they might as well be making a fucking live action tetris movie.

you know, it could be good. maybe id even like it. but even if it is, it's just so fucking unnecessary, they could've been making something original but nooooooo original is risky, we need a fucking minecraft movie to bring in those shiny fucking dollars to stuff down our fucking throats and choke on and die.

minecraft isn't designed to be anything other than a single fucking game, but because it's big and owned by microsoft it needs to be fucking everything. there needs to be a minecraft movie, and a minecraft show, and a minecraft branded pencil to stab my minecraft branded eyes out of my minecraft branded eyeholes so i dont have to see anymore fucking minecraft.

and to add to this, even if the minecraft movie is good, it's just such a fucking shame that it had to be minecraft and nothing else had any chance to be made. there's been lots of great movies that the big guys up top only allowed to be made because they're based on popular things. the lego movie for example, the barbie movie too. but it's just so fucking irritating that if any creative wants to actually make a good fucking movie they need to do it through this already popular thing. that's how shit like velma gets made. that show feels like an original show with scooby doo slapped on top of it to grab more attention.

everything needs to be appealing to the masses or it's not even seen as worthy of being made. the only movies worthy of being made and the only shows worthy of being renewed are the ones that ceos think will give them enough money to violently shove down their throat and fill their stomach with, fill their lungs with, fill every crevice of their shriveled old body with until every shit they take is hard and full of bloodsoaked gold coins, and every piss they take is shining gold, and every time they pick their nose they pick out gold.

there's just so little space for original works now.

[mipexch]

thinking about a potential ultrakill lethal company au type crossover for fun. long ramble of headcanons under the readmore. feel free to add on, i’d love to start something silly

i haven’t thought too much on the possibilities of an Actual fully fleshed out au complete with designated planets being certain layers so all of this is made under the idea that it’s just these characters tasked with doing what the employees do. all the headcanons i’ve made are just how i feel these characters would act :)

gabriel is.. he’s gabriel. his ass is getting fired IMMEDIATELY. he’s smart sometimes but his impulsivity & arrogance gets the best of him. he doesn’t need a flashlight— or a walkie-talkie for that matter. what is he, a husk? he goes in empty handed and comes out empty handed. his pride wont let him return to admit his tactic was shit so at best he steals another piece of scrap someone may have set at the front to bring back. sure. it works. he agrees to bring a walkie-talkie but sticking with the group is completely out of the question.

being the one on the monitor isn’t too difficult for him but it gets VERY stressful for the ones actually inside the facility. he’s going to yell at you to go a certain way and alert you to a nearby enemy only when he feels it’s absolutely necessary. he switches cameras very often and tasks himself with keeping everyone safe. if you stand still for more than 4 seconds he’s going to declare you dead and stop checking. (unless it’s V1)

if a dog happens to come by while he’s monitoring he’ll try hard to stay quiet for a short amount of time before fear gets the better of him and makes him start the ship (even if there’s still people inside). goes inside the facility half the time and stays back the other half. he enjoys reading through the bestiary and organizing all the scrap people dump onto the floor of the ship. very prone to getting attacked by snare fleas. he checks his surroundings but Not above him. dumbass

V1 is going in with nothing but a shovel and…another shovel. you cant even wield both but that doesnt stop them from wanting another. no one’s entirely sure how they have so many on hand except for gabriel. if he isn’t around to reluctantly buy them a shovel they’re going to buy as many as they can before they get caught. (gabriel makes sure to keep an eye on the terminal when they’re using it for this reason alone)

they beat the shit out of every enemy they find and disregard scrap completely. it’d probably beat another crewmate to death. whether it was on accident is up to you. they’re able to outsmart and survive certain enemies given they can hear them. they’d probably do very well at sneaking around dogs, although their first instinct is to make a run for it when there’s a forest giant. (they’re fast dont worry they can make it) the only creature they wouldn’t be able to survive and potentially beat to death is the bracken. explanation should be self explanatory given the enemy list i’ve made but they are Bad at frequently checking their surroundings and are very easily caught off guard. they can defend themselves quickly, but the bracken is. hm. yeah. you get it.

the only help they can offer their crew is being the only one brave enough (if you could even call it that) to retrieve someone’s corpse and successfully bring it back to the ship.

LOVES to scare other people by chasing after them with shovels but minos wrestles the damn thing away from them every single time

V2 is less like their predecessor but they still take after them quite a lot. they’re smart and actually have the decency to take a walkie talkie with them, but they don’t communicate much with it. it’s less of a necessity to them and more of a tool that may or may not prove useful in certain cases. they don’t particularly like being given orders (even if they know it’ll help) so it’s turned off half the time anyways. they’re smart in that they’ll actually look for and bring back scrap, but they have a bad habit of attempting to hold as much as they can instead of bringing more important things back to the front. they enjoy bringing back a big haul— it’s affirming. if V1 is with them, they’re going to try their hardest to avoid them but still follow their trail because they know every enemy they encounter will either be dead or chasing after the other. there’s a high chance there’ll be scrap V1 has ignored along the trail anyways. it’s smart until the frantic running stops and suddenly they’re face to face with a bracken. they’ll figure out a way around this eventually i’m sure.

they’re also really bad at jumping across platforms. they jump without looking and often take chances with jumps they can’t see. LOVES closing the ship door on V1 but if gabriel’s there its gonna be opened in under a few seconds & V1 will promptly chase them down with a shovel (and kill them!)

ferryman has a horrible case of GET SCARED disease but generally they do pretty well! they tend to follow around other crewmates but on the offchance they’re going alone or somehow get lost they ALWAYS bring a flashlight. they’re bad at navigating through the dark but they have a Really good sense of direction and can find their way back very easily. always the one tasked with investigating steamy rooms because they usually find the valve pretty quickly. surprisingly good at defending themselves against enemies given they have a weapon and a warning given before it shows up but coil-heads are a nono. they’re bad enough at prolonged eye contact as it is.

can’t work the monitor because they’re way too quiet for anyone to hear and they get really nervous about the forest giants (dogs are okay with them. they’re good at being silent) but they really like reading the logs people find. also really good at making jumps between platforms

swordsmachine ACTUALLY DOES THEIR JOB!!!!! SOMEWHAT!!!!! every piece of scrap they find goes to their designated corner at the front of the building. no one is allowed to take their scrap back to the ship. Their Pile. Will die everytime they land on a stormy planet because of their refusal to put their shit down. they’re smart but i think their scrap is too important to them and they think making a mad dash for the ship might give them enough time to get back before they get struck by lightning and explode. they bring NOTHING with them. they need all the space available to hold as much scrap as possible. if V2 is on the ship they tend to to tag along with them.

mindflayer reads as pretty lazy to me. im not sure why. they’d go into the facility but once they find one or two items they’re gonna return to base and camp out there for the rest of the time. they LOVE the mansions though. will stay in there for much longer than they should. steals all the keys people have collected overtime for mansion expeditions & unlocking all of the doors. very fond of almost every enemy EXCEPT the forest giants. they’re bad at not getting spotted

minos is like the Only level headed person on this entire fucking ship. does what he needs to! does it well! he heads into the facility when there’s less people going in (or the only ones going in don’t typically do much) but most of the time hes at the monitor. very good at calming people down when there’s an enemy near them. tends to lead the group whenever he actually goes inside. when he delivers back his first haul of scrap he always checks the monitor just to make sure everyone else is doing okay. he’s gonna go after them if he feels like they’re in a tight spot. instinctually goes for the fire exits instead of using the main entrance because he believes it’s better for some reason.

he has a nasty habit of staying in the facility for Far too long but he’s pretty diligent about getting back safely and with everything he’s found. if he feels particularly worried he’ll drop everything and run for it.

sisyphus is also pretty great. makes a lot of jokes over the walkie talkies whenever he’s doing monitoring (much to the dismay of whoever is being chased by creatures). he Will lock you in a hallway for shits and giggles but he’ll let you out after a few seconds. he does really well actually within the facilities but he’s mostly doing work outside with bringing scrap people leave outside back to the ship. loves jumping out of the ship before it lands so he can get a head start. if he hears or somehow knows that someone around him has just died he’s going to do everything in his power to bring their body back to the ship. he feels strangely obligated but in a way he enjoys. LOVES the jetpacks. buys one whenever it’s possible. weirdly bad at making the jumps between platforms

mirage really loves the mansions. will bring scrap back but leaves to explore the planets rather than focus on the job at hand. turns off her walkie talkie and keeps the flashlight just to stay out a bit later but always makes it back within the nick of time. if the monitor person dies (or everyone else does) she’s usually the one to start the ship and go. knows most planets like the back of her hand. if the mindflayer on the ship hasn’t already taken the stored keys then she probably will. not one to explore the facilities in the dark but she does really enjoy it when she gets to be alone. knows when it’s about time to leave if she starts hearing other people screaming. not intimated by the bracken- if anything she enjoy its company. her favorite piece of scrap are the paintings

POTENTIAL enemy list….

thumper - filth (ignore the staggering difference in power these two have)

spore lizard - cancerous rodent :)

bracken - something wicked. loves to target v1 specifically

snare-flea - ??? help me out here

hoarding bugs - swordsmachine would make SO much sense but for the sake of them actually being a crew member on this hell of a ship i’ll say a swordsmachine copycat. a scraphead

spider - i’m running out of enemies. spiders exist on earth too so i think it’d make sense for it to be a husk of some sort. nothing specific

baboon-hawk- drone :)

forest giant - i think corpse of king minos is most fitting. let’s just pretend he isnt 20 stories tall for the sake of this. cerberus would also make sense. either of them work

eyeless dogs - imagine a giant maurice rolling around. now imagine many of them. cant exactly see you because it’s made of fucking stone but it sure can hear you & you’ll definitely hear it when it comes barreling towards you before running you over

earth leviathan (worms) - EASILY the leviathan

coil-head - mannequin. maybe. bonus points if she gets to strike a different pose everytime she moves

ghost girl - i think it’d be funny if it were that one council member. any council member, honestly. they go after gabriel specifically

jester - im actually not sure! the skull looks most similar to minos’ parasites but at the same time having it be some weird hell-made husk machine would also be cool

jeb - it’s a bit lazy but hell itself would fit very nicely

turret - sentry. pink dot instead of orange

i’m ill. thanks for reading

[ganondoodle]

i kinda want to read books again, i havent read any in .. more years than i know to remember but idk how to find anything i like, especially these days (i dont read fanfiction either .. , i tried a few times but it never really caught me q-q)

even when i was young i was somewhat picky (though there are plenty books im sure i finished but just .. dont remember) the last series i think i read was skullduggery pleasant (as i said, its been many years) but dropped it after it got a little 'weird' (in like .. i guess the shonen powerscaling problem, at least thats how it felt back then) and the annoying love interest boy that was seemingly only introduced so protag girl could do what normal girls do tm (i know theres many more books in the series so idk if hes actually more than that but eugh)

funnily enough i only seem to remember the books i loved so much i kept rereading them (the bartimäus trio, though i loved the forth prequel more than the others .. still sad i lost my copy of it in school) or the ones i stopped reading bc something completely threw me out of it-

there was one i literally only remember it was a protagonist (teen?) girl (is that a general common thing for the fantasy genre?) and she was travelling via a ship in that scene, idk if it was a flying one but something was different magical tm i think; and left it or ran away or so and sought shelter from the rain at some point and annoying boy caught up to her and they uuh .. started making out of nowhere?? (im sorry i literally only remember i felt rly uncomfortable and awkward, didnt like the boy, thought they had zero chemistry/felt forced AND i did NOT see it coming, like at all, maybe its my aro/ace/autism .. ness (that i wasnt aware of except being def different for most of my life, haha fun.) but i rememebr feeling like i got flashbanged by what i read, the only actual sentence i (think i) remember was "she felt the weight of his hips shifting onto hers" bc it weirded me out so much and i might just have stopped reading it at that point and never looked back lmao)

another one was one with a setting of having dragons and they were used like horses, also feathered! (though the cover picture, i think, was a big dragon eye surrounded by scales, pretty sure it annoyed me constantly but i might missremember, again its been so long and i went through things my brain wishes it could unlive) and the protagonist worked at a stable or soemthing (also girl? idk), last thing i remember was that all dragons started to go mad and kill themselves .. idk if i read any further

(honorable mention to uuh .. dämonenzeit (demon time), was a demon protagonist and it was a little brutal for my taste but when do you get a demon as the main guy, apparently there were two entries and i only read the first one, also lost that copy- Xarors (an OC of mine) first designs were based on the cover of that book and the thing the band 'disturbed' tended to use (the hooded guy with red glowing eyes) i was very original)

maybe all those were super well known ones and i just never knew (grew up without/extremely limited internet and tech in general after all.... the only one i knew was popular and also read all of it and had all parts .. was a certain bad wizard series that should not still be so popular *watches in horror as my niece gets into it and wants nothing but merch for it*) or really bad peepoo baby books, im possibly confusing or mixing some things bc i read quite a few ones with dragons and similar themes, but thats just what i remember/remember feeling like

(maybe i should see if i still have them somewhere and see how much is true of any of this .... though a part of me also doesnt want to)

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

The arc with the resistance in ml season five???? Is so good????????????? The way that???? Its been going on low-key for a while????? But theres this Massive Shift this season where literally the entire miracuclass stops running away from akumas or hiding???? And its like???? The fear is GONE by the end of the season???? Theyre not scared anymore theyre just pissed off????? At the system???? Not at the akumatized victims???? But also its not a “babying the akumas” thing either like when gabe is akumatized theyre like “WRONG BAD” at him????? Same with chloé???? But like the entire class will see a butterfly and start running TOWARDS it because theyre like “oh no someone needs help goddamit i gotta get there before hawkmoth” and they dont always win and they dont beat themselves up about it???? Like in confrontation, Juleka got akumatized despite their best efforts and theyre all like “ugh this sucks” but no one’s giving up hope or anything???????

And!!!!! The way that the anti-akuma charms work in that episode??????!?!??!?? The way the fandom has this trend of thinking like,,,, the only way to escape akumas is to push emotions away deep deep down,,,, thats how marinette and adrien have kind of been operating?!???? But then it’s revealed on no uncertain terms that the powerups of the anti akuma charms are reactive to emotions?????!?! That pushing things down doesnt help?? you have to Fight Back and FEEL on your own terms and accept others’ help and feelings?????

Juleka shutting down and curling up into a ball and trying to disapear didnt work!!!but her yelling about how its not fair and shes proud of mr damocles despite it all???? like??? Catalyzed the entire anti akuma charm shield thing???????

The way that this season has shown time and again that it’s okay to be mad and frustrated and hate the system and its okay to feel trapped and scared but you have to learn to reach out and find a good outlet for those emotions even if that outlet is yelling with your friends???? instead of isolating yourself and pushing away people who have your best interest at heart????? And lying and pretending it’s okay doesn’t help but looking for bits of real joy and support amidst the chaos does???

The way that ladybug and chat noir started this season as The Most Alone Theyve Ever Been with the miracle box stolen??? and realized by the end that no one needs powers to be heroes??? they just need to be able to trust each other and take turns carrying Hope for the group and remembering whats worth fighting for!? and as long as theres a drive to fight theres always little victories to celebrate??????????!??

(Also the way that Nino—who heads the resistance—literally calls everyone in his group including Bustier Comrade and the way that they talk about how sometimes it feels like no one’s listening and revolution is the only way?? and the way they address fears about spyware and technology only benefitting the elites and the school system being designed without students’ well-being in mind and environmental terror and the police being corrupt and they take all of that and they say “it is Still a worthy battle and it sucks but you are going to be okay,,, just do not give in to hopelessness… find the people who will help you keep fighting and keep believing in a better future and Cherish Them”)

People complain about this show going “off the rails” as it’s switching its target audience and addressing more “mature” themes or whatever but like do you guys understand how much every single narrative decision makes me scream

[squeakadeeks]

whew! core lineup for Delta is complete, ft Rhea, Rem, Puck, and Raken.

Delta has an overall dream theme, the main conflict revolving around the Dream Queen trying to put people to sleep forever by giving them perfect, ideal dreams (well intentioned but obviously an issue haha)

Raken, as the nightmare lord, is working to counteract her and maintain balance with the help of his three henchmen, Rhea, Rem and Puck.

in terms of design themes, Rhea is dreams, Rem is nightmares, and Puck is daydreams 🫣

close-ups and more character details below

Rhea was a woman in her mid-20’s living a monotonous life when some point due to her excessive sleeping and lucid dreaming exploration, she falls out of her dream into the dreaming kingdoms. She is first found by Rem, who mistakes her for someone who fell victim to the dream queen, and takes her to Raken to attempt waking her up. Raken tells her about how she fell out of her dream, and that she will not be able to wake back up until she can find her original dream current, which is being occluded by the dream kingdom’s tampering and muddying of the dreaming sea.

Motivated and interested in the dreaming world, she wants to tag along and help Raken both for the feeling of doing the right thing, and to potentially help herself wake up. Although she has somewhat superficial reasons, “this is cool!” “I want to learn cool dream magic too!”, She really genuinely wants to do good and be good, and does want to stop the well intentioned dream queen. But as such struggles with the moral greyness of intentionally giving people nightmares in Raken’s plan. She works very hard to find a “perfect” resolution that convinces the dream queen to stop, addresses the harshness of the waking world, and doesn't involve giving people a worse alternative in the form of horrific nightmares every night. 

Rhea is insanely silvertounged and very good at talking herself out of situations and convincing people to think something/do something. Rhea wants very badly to make everyone happy and have people like her, sometimes to a fault. Rem is her best friend and she is very close to Puck and Raken personally as well outside of being Coworkers™️. Shes optimistic and has an intense, perfectionistic ambitious drive. She doesnt just want to solve the problem, she wants it done as perfectly as possible. Rhea is very skilled with dreaming magic largely from natural talent and unusual creative angles to problems. 

Rem is the next core character. Where Rhea is a well beloved extroverted friend, Rem is the cool, calm, charismatic, competent leader. Raken is by far the closest to Rem of the three, viewing him as a son-like mentee. He’s wicked smart and extremely competent and experienced with dreaming magic due to his diligence and hard work. Rem is the sort of head hech between the three henchmen. At first hes this bombastic, upbeat leader trying to preserve their morale during their fundamentally morally complex and messy task of giving people nightmares to wake them up. He’s someone Rhea and Puck turn to for advice, and he always is the one calling the shots outside of Raken.  He’s also very close with Rhea, being her best friend and working hard to find a way to let her wake up/giving her reasons to wake up again. He’s got a weird, codependent thing going on with Puck that even when everyone was on good terms probably wasnt helping the cause, but at least their respective messiness was contained to each other.

Despite being naturally analytical and intelligent, he is incredibly prone to bad, emotional, impulse decisions, and often jumps to conclusions. He really loves the people close to him but is convinced they dislike him or need more from him constantly which makes things Complicated.

If Rhea has natural talent and charisma, and Rem is diligent and intelligent, Puck is…just sort of there. He’s not especially talented in any one category, nor is he immediately deft from a social perspective. Puck is sort of a loser ngl, hes nowhere nears as talented, skilled, smart, or capable as the others, he just wants his life to be easier but hes constantly stuck in situations that are over his head and he perpetually has to struggle and feel objectively inferior. He really puts the hench in henchmen, he is very infrequently given the opportunity to contribute to plans, hes often just the one that has to carry them out. He was genuinely uncomfortable with the dream queen's plans when employed by the kingdom. He was previously employed as an entertainment clown in the kingdom that no one took seriously which is part of how he was able to overhear the plan, which caused him to leave and join Raken. He has a good heart and strong moral compass and is actually able to see problems far more clearly than Rhea, who gets tunnel vision around perfectionism, and Rem, who gets swayed by his emotions very easily. He is actually very good at getting people to trust and open up to him, and likes making people happy too, just isnt as skilled in it as Rhea. He often gets ignored or taken for granted which he leans into. Sort of a “good things happen to good people, so if bad things happen to me i deserve it” energy.

Raken is the struggling single father trying to wrangle all his henchmen. He is not a bad guy at all, he understands the role he has to play in the dreaming world and takes his responsibility seriously. He loves history and tradition, and values his mantle but does bemoan the inherent suffering he brings. he tries his best to do his job as carefully and conscientiously as possible. He views himself as a mentor figure for his henchmen and tries very hard to help them, but theyre A Lot and he can only do so much. in particular when Rem goes fully off his rocker all he could really do is be like "are you winnin' son"

[confusedmothboy]

hear ye, hear ye! not every demon slayer character is hot, the mangaka is just bad at drawing different faces

while im on the subject of rants and just being on here in general is this a safe space to say that very few men in demon slayer are ACTUALLY that hot and its just because the mangaka has the worst case of same face syndrome ive ever seen. no, shinjuro is not attractive. he's a violent drunk deadbeat but because hes drawn with the same eyes, proportions, and that STUPID FUCKING COPY PASTE NOSE people willingly admit to finding that thing hot. lemme just. hold on.

like look at these four. chose em randomly, they arent related, notice how the only variation in their faces is eyes/eyebrows, and expression? same face shape for all of em. same general proportions. you could switch around the faces from head to head and itd still look like them. "oh but rengoku's eyes are so unique!!" his whole family looks like a copy paste factory to the point the only thing distinguishing shinjuro from senjuro is a few extra lines on his face. thats not unique thats just bad design. ive never seen a show that does such a bad job at distinguishing ages as this one. it's infuriating because what do you mean a 13 year old and grown demon lady share the same face.

its actually ridiculous how people dickride all the male characters cause theyre "so hot" yeah man its the same face on ALL of them. eyes and hair are not enough to make a character distinct. its infuriating seeing people going "hold on a second why is genya's dad kindaaaa" dude of course he is the artist doesnt know how to make adults look their age with distinguishing features.

dont even get me started on the background characters. this is the same boy drawn with four different haircuts.

youre telling me that when these two infiltrated the entertainment district inosuke was immediately swept away by a house but zenitsu was given away for free because hes just that ugly??? THEY HAVE THE SAME FACE.

and then people get pissy when artists with semirealistic styles draw the characters and they don't all look the same like sorry man im not drawing zenitsu and tanjiro with the same face because guess what!!! real people have variation! and saying its just the style of the show is a dumb excuse. hantengu and gokko have the most realistic features and literally even that doesnt stop them from looking really similar to everyone else. i love this show but i rarely interact with the fandom because i never see people calling out how boring they look sometimes. give me a character with a hooked nose! a babyfaced character that isnt just 5 years old! make their eyes smaller! add freckles and other small unique traits! give them different face shapes for the love of god im begging you. i feel like im the only one who realizes that as beautiful as the art is it lacks the unique character designs because at the end of the day a character design is more than their haori, eyes, and hairstyle.

this started as a lighthearted rant about how fans will blindly simp for the background character of the week (cough cough muichiro's dad) but it kinda turned into incomprehensible thoughts on same face syndrome in the show. my bad yall.

[laststandx3]

I'll be bitter for a minute and say it: i think the terror for how good it is, is also very partial on crozier on being #1 mister only good colonizer in the arctic, and i sort of hate it because the change happens only because he sobers up. and sure alchool makes people cruel, but sobering up doesnt make them perfect. he went from let silna be left on the ship without protection/kick her out for the tuunbaq if she doesnt help us/ rip the guy that died to get me a bottle of whisky, anywayy to peace and love on planet earth lets us all take this walk together while i share words of wisdom and love with this other colonizer who's also very sorry he didn't do anything good with his life. Crozier started the journey at least as a heavy day-drinker and i understand how that's different from heavy alcholism but at the same time i can't imagine all of crozier's faults being the consequences of whisky alone. and having him overcoming his alcholism and wising up immediately after being clean for a few weeks is FOR ME a terrible writing choice that paints him as being naturally good and his 'bad' behaviors coming ONLY from the alchool. yes he sees blanky getting hurt and that's starts his sobering up path. but that's not enough for me. the people (other characters state aloud for the audience) he loves more than god loves them are dying left and right. and i really dont care if corzier cares about the crew or not but if he cared he should have cared about them even when he was drunk and not remembring about their wellbeing AFTER he got clean. i'm not saying you cant enjoy crozier. i just believe his character development isnt earned and that he got it only because he's the designed good character that canonically survives in the book. i dont think that him shitting himself for a few weeks while sobering up can count as having the emotional development to go from one extreme to the other. especially because everyone else is also there sufferring physically and psychologically even more than him due to the fact that their all stranded in the arctic and dying of scurvy and no one else in the crew could have the time off work, privacy and attentions to heal. crozier being the 2nd on command and then captain used his power to become a drunk and later to clean up. and i just dont believe that a man who abused his position like that from the beginning just becuase he was pissed he couldnt marry the woman he wanted suddently stops abusing his position because he's now clean and pure. TO ME it's a bad writing choice that is also force-fed to the audience with the line 'more than god loves them' so that you get it for sure that he's the good guy who cares about people not like those others evil characters who would do anything to survive like killing innocents and being racist (the good guys could never. except they canonically did- but wait, not in THIS continent so it doesnt matter) and eating people (which is a sign of being naturally evil, no matter the circumstances) or following a religion in a desperate last chance of survival (again no one on the good guys side would put religion above good sense and the safety of fellow human beings. in this continent?? maybe? ugh)

in summary i think the main flaw i find in the terror is how much it still tries to draw a line between good and evil. instead of just trying to portray the human disperation for their mortal condition. how much having to come face to face with tuunbaq must destroy all of those men convinctions on what life/afterlife are (for what i remember it just addresses it for tozer AND in the SCRIPT) nobody else gets a life shuttering experience. it's either the devil, then good christians should be safe, or it's a different religion, then what?? what do you do when your life looses its meaning? and the answer for most of the charactes was 🤷‍♀️guess we'll think about it after this awesome party we're about to throw. i dont want this to be about religion, but these men are wrecked in every way, there's nobody to save them and everyday they're a little more in pain than the one before. there shouldnt be a camp of the good men lead by the strong and wise one who take care of their sick and lets the dying die peacefully with morphin. while in the bad guys camp they eat people and have evil laugh competitions and kill their sick with knifes bc giving them poison might make them unedible. and specifically those evil guys where also the reason why the expedition happened to hurt the locals, the good guys have nothing to do with it.

i dont think there's nothing wrong (narratively) in doing anything to survive. even if it's something cruel, because those men are at the end of the world alone, it's at least realistic that they'll try everything to avoid death. crozier(and jfj even if offscreen) gets to be cruel at the beginning of the story but by middle point they're shown to be sad (about unrelated things) and spend the last few episodes being kind and brave (and forgiven by the narrative) while their chance at character development is uniquelly given by their ranks. in the meantime the consequences of those cruelness (only hickey, because we dont get to see survivors of jfj trip to China, if he left any) dont get the chance to heal and change because hickey's position of subordiante never allows him to be really safe, and because his torture was public, automatically making every witness taking the side of the perpetrator. hickey's never given weeks off work to recover because he got lashed because of his own actions. hickey doesnt get words of wisdom from a companion because in his mind everyone agreed with crozier in him deserving the lashes, (except maybe tozer? but even that isnt that clear cut) hickey, manson and hartnell also magiaclly heal from the lashes after a few weeks (even when ANYOTHER character cant heal because of scurvy) so the narrative can't held crozier accountable for the pain he caused.

the good guys and the bad guys' actions are treated differently by the show. even when the good guys actions should have consequences and the bad guys' shouldnt. the narrative has already decided which sins will be forgiven and which will be punished. and it's a bit annoying to me because for how wonderful the terror is, i cant help but feel like i'm being spoonfed a narrative about morality when at its core the story is about humanity.

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"Really Gun?" Pt 1

damn such a bad header (I promise the story isnt as bad) AHAH

As you walked home late at night, you felt a presence watching you. It wasn't uncommon for you to be targeted, though.

After all, Charles Choi was your uncle.

He had ordered you to stay inside the house while he was out of town, yet you found yourself in the middle of the city at midnight.

You were about to enter a designer clothing store before you were stopped with a firm hand on your shoulder.

Gun Park.

"What do you think you're doing here?"

Y/N turned around as she felt the touch of a hand on her shoulder. She looks up at the guy, backing away once she sees who it is. "What do you want?" she asks him annoyed as she crosses her arms. She just wanted to shop in peace.

Gun doesn't seem the least bit fazed by Y/N's response, instead remaining composed and stoic. He leans down to get closer, his voice quiet yet threatening.

"I need you to come with me. I know that you were given strict instructions to stay inside the house and not to go anywhere. Yet here, you are." Gun's grip on Y/N's shoulder tightens. "You know your uncle wouldn't appreciate one of his 'trophies' being harmed, don't you?"

Y/N pouts at his words as she looks away. She looks around the building she was currently in as she starts to scoff, "Or what? You wanna buy me the damn dress instead?" she asks him annoyed. She wasn't fazed by his cold aura and mocking demeanor.

"What a spoiled brat you are."

Gun's voice is cold and emotionless, as he slowly pulls Y/N closer to his face, the scar between his eyes more visible up close. "Or what? I'm not going to warn you again. Come with me. Now."

Y/N can feel Gun's fingers digging into her shoulders. Gun doesn't care whether or not Y/N complies. He knows that when he speaks, it is an order, not a request.

Y/N starts to pout at his reaction. She then looks away from him, not wanting to stare into his cold eyes. She was annoyed, irritated. She then takes a deep breath as his fingers dig into her shoulders, eliciting pain. She doesnt show it though.

"Fine, but you fucking owe me," she tells him

"I do not owe you anything, you entitled brat," Gun says coldly. He slowly removes his hands from Y/N's shoulder, allowing her to walk ahead of him. His hand rests on his hip, his eyes locked on Y/N's back the whole time.

-

No matter how irritating and annoying he finds Y/N, she is important to Charles Choi. As loyal as Gun is to his employer, he knows to keep his mouth shut even if he disagrees with his actions.

Y/N looks at him weirdly, not arguing back. She knew better than to argue back with Charles Choi's men. She then takes a deep breath as she walks ahead of him, crossing her arms. She was so annoyed by Charles stupid orders, she hated how limited her freedom was.

She then pulls out her phone to text Charles Choi herself. He was her uncle anyways, "I want to buy a dress, but your stupid bodyguard wont let me," she texts him.

Gun stops for a second at the sight of Y/N's phone. He doesn't say anything as she sends the text to Charles Choi, but his grip on his hip tightens, and Y/N feels Gun's eyes burn a hole in her back the whole time.

After a few moments, Charles Choi texts back, ordering Gun to "let her do as she pleases". Gun still makes no effort to speak, but Y/N can tell his expression has darkened. His eyes are narrowed. Gun is not a happy man at the moment.

Y/N was shocked as she read the text. She never thought Charles would allow her to roam around at night to buy a dress today. Every other night, Charles Choi had denied her actions. What made today different?

She then flips the phone over to Gun, raising her brow. She then grabs the guys arm, dragging him back into the shop. "You're going to pick me a nice dress," she basically commands him to waste her time.

Gun doesn't speak, letting himself be dragged back into the fancy store without offering any resistance. He watches with disinterest as Y/N walks towards the racks of dresses, his expression never changing.

He follows closely behind her, his face passive and still. Gun would not be providing any commentary or opinion on Y/N's choice of dress, and the two of them would be in there for quite a while. The store had closed long hours ago, yet Gun didn't seem to mind.

Y/N rolls her eyes at his reaction as she drags him. She then looks through the rack of dresses, until her hands land on a short, tight, black dress. Her eyes sparkle as she rushes to the changing room. She put on the dress as it perfectly hugged her curves. She then walks out of the room, twirling. "What do you think?" she asks, showing off the revealing dress on her body.

Gun takes in the sight of Y/N in the black dress, his expression completely blank.

"It looks fine."

He doesn't offer any other response, remaining stoic and passive. His voice sounds cold and monotonous as you would expect from him. He looks back at the rack of dresses, seemingly not interested at all in Y/N's current situation.

It was clear that you were getting no praise or admiration from him.

Y/N pouts at his reaction, "Are you always like this? Why don't you just have fun?" she asks him annoyed as she storms back into the changing room. She then takes off the dress, changing into her normal clothes. She then walks out of the room, looking through more dresses.

She picks 3 more dresses, and buys all 4 of them. She then turns to Gun, "What? Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to take me home?" she asks him slightly annoyed.

Gun grabs his phone, typing in a quick message to Charles Choi that they were done shopping for the night. He puts his phone away before grabbing Y/N's arm and pushing her out of the store.

"Get in the car."

Gun is completely lacking emotion, his tone stern and commanding. He clearly has no intention of being polite to Y/N in any way. In fact, he seems annoyed by Y/N's antics.

Y/N was confused as to why Gun was so aggressive with her today. Even though he was cold, he always remained composed, as he knew better than to annoy one of Charles Choi's nieces. She doesn't say anything though as she was dragged into the car. She turns away from Gun, her body facing the window as she places the dresses on her lap.

The car drives in nearly complete silence. Gun doesn't speak to the Y/N the whole ride. He remains seated next to her with his eyes focused on the road ahead.

He doesn't seem to be enjoying the car ride at all. In fact, it seems as if Gun is just trying to ignore Y/N's presence the whole time.

After a while, Gun finally speaks up out of the silence. "The store has closed. Should you really be walking the streets alone?" He looks at Y/N in the rear-view mirror, his expression still stoic.

"As if you care," she says, scoffing at his question. She doesn't even turn to face him at all. She takes a deep breath as they have arrived. She quickly gets out of the car, shutting it, completely ignoring Gun.

-

She looks at the building ahead. It was Charles Choi's complex. She then walks inside of it, greeted by Charles himself. "Uncle," she starts off.

Charles is seated in the living room, his expression welcoming as his niece enters the house. He stands up to greet her, reaching out his hand to embrace Y/N in a hug. He can definitely tell that something is on Y/N's mind.

"I hope you had a nice time tonight, my little gem. Did your bodyguard let you buy all the dresses you wanted?" He turns to look at Gun, who is still outside in the car.

Y/N looks up at her uncle, who greeted her sweetly. She calms as she wraps her arms around him, in his embrace. She then pulls back, "He's so annoying," she chuckles as she motions over to Gun. She doesn't say anything else though, as Charles found Gun to be one of his favorites.

Charles chuckles in response, taking a seat on the comfortable sofa in the living room as he motions for Y/N to sit next to him.

"You have no idea how lucky you are to have that man. He's the best bodyguard in the city," Charles says in a low tone. He speaks with a soft voice, one that is completely different from Gun's.

Charles knows Gun to be a cold and unfeeling person. But for him, Gun is the most loyal bodyguard on the planet.

Y/N rolls her eyes at his words, as she takes a seat right next to him. She then looks over at him, "Hes so, ugh," she complains, frustrated . "He doesn't know how to have fun," she says, annoyed. She then looks over at Gun, who was still standing by his car.

"At least let him in," she says to her uncle, standing up. "I will make us something to eat," she says as she walks over to the kitchen.

Charles chuckles once again at Y/N's words. He knows exactly what she means, and he knows there's some truth to what she's saying. Gun doesn't seem to know how to have fun, at least not in the conventional sense.

"Let him wait," Charles says with a smile. "That's what he gets for being rude with you. He doesn't need food."

However, Charles knows that there is a soft side to Gun. He does have his likes and dislikes.

Y/N chuckles as she starts to prepare some food. She doesn't say anything for a moment, "Hey it's whatever, just don't let him stand outside in the cold," she says, not really caring what happens to Gun. She was just trying to be polite. Maybe she wanted to pick on Gun today, to try to figure out if he had any weaknesses.

Charles glances at Gun, who hasn't moved from outside the building. He's clearly used to waiting for his employer.

"Then let him wait," Charles says simply. "He's paid well enough to sit in the cold for a few minutes."

Gun's expression is completely blank, but you can tell he's not happy with what he's hearing. He wants to come inside and out of the cold, but he knows better than to defy Charles' orders.

Y/N looks over at Charles, shocked. "Woah woah did you get into an argument with him?" she asks him confused. Charles was never this rude towards Gun, especially since Gun was his favorite.

She finishes cooking and places 3 plates on the table. She then looks over at Charles, concerned. "What happened though?" she asks. She didn't really care that much for Gun, but she cared about Charles.

Charles chuckles at Y/N's concern, shaking his head. He looks at Gun outside, who is still refusing to enter the complex despite the cold.

"Nothing happened, my sweet gem. He was just being rude with you, that's all." He reaches out to embrace the Y/N once again. "Don't worry yourself with small matters. How about you sit down and eat? I'll deal with him later."

Y/N chuckles at his reaction, "You're being overdramatic. Gun is always cold, come on," she says, not sure what she was saying. It's not like she cared about Gun anyways. She hugs him back, taking a deep breath in his embrace.

She then looks up at him, "I need to have a few words with Gun anyways, i'll open the door for him." she says with a smile. She then opens the door for Gun, forcing him into the building.

-

Gun doesn't say anything as he is led inside by Y/N. He stands in the hallway for a few moments, staring down at the floor as he tries to calm himself. Clearly, he's not happy with the way Y/N forced him inside.

However, he remains passive even after Y/N walks back into the kitchen. He just stands in the hallway as Charles stares down at him. Gun's eyes seem angry, but he is doing a good job at concealing his frustration.

Y/N places a gentle hand on Guns shoulder, smiling at him. "Don't be so angry," she says as she pats his back. She then walks over to the table, telling both guys to sit down.

"I made food and you both will be eating," she says with a smile as she pulls back 2 of the chairs. She then seats herself.

Gun is silent as he takes a seat at the table, his expression still blank and cold. He doesn't seem to be fazed by Y/N's words at all, as he remains silent.

Charles sits near the Y/N, giving her a reassuring look. He doesn't seem to be the least bit concerned about Gun. Perhaps he knows something that Y/N doesn't.

Gun is just sitting there quietly, barely looking at either of them.

Y/N smiles at Charles, as she hands him a fork. She then looks over at Gun, trying to pick at his brain. This was her chance, "So Gun, do you have any weaknesses?" she asks him playfully, not wasting any time on other stupid questions.

Gun stares straight ahead, not acknowledging Y/N. He just sits perfectly still and quiet, completely devoid of any emotion.

Charles chuckles to himself as he sees how frustrated Y/N's questions are making Gun. He doesn't seem to be worried at all about his bodyguard.

"He does not." Charles says simply, giving Y/N a kind smile before turning to Gun. "He will never let you know if he has any weaknesses. He doesn't trust anyone enough to make that mistake."

Y/N smile fades. "You really are no fun," she says annoyed. She then looks down at her food as she starts to pick at it. "Did someone hurt you or something?" she continues to ask him. She wanted to know something about him, as she was always curious. She also wondered what made Charles like Gun so bad, when Gun was always cold. Did Charles know something?

"He wasn't always like this, you know," Charles chuckles. "Before he became my bodyguard, Gun was much more lively."

Gun remains silent, not paying any attention to the conversation between the two. He just focuses on his own food. Charles seems unconcerned by his passivity. He knows exactly how Gun was as a person.

"Unfortunately, I don't think he will ever open up to you, my sweet gem. He does not trust anyone."

Y/N's face softens at his words. She then nods over at Charles, not saying anything else. Of course this sparked a new interest, as she was going to pester Charles about it until he said something. But for now, with Guns' presence, she stays silent.

She then sighs. Gun used to be lively? No way. She snickers to herself. She looks up at Gun, biting her lower lip. "Do you at least like the food?" she says- almost whispering, changing the subject.

Gun slowly turns his head to look at Y/N, his eyes locked directly on her face. He remains quiet for a moment, before saying a single word.

"Yes."

The answer comes out in a flat, emotionless tone. Gun seems to be focused solely on the Y/N at that moment. He doesn't even glance at Charles or his food. His attention is fixed solely on the Y/N.

Y/N nods in understanding as she now looks down at her food. She didn't really feel like eating, but she was glad the other two boys liked it. "OKay enjoy yourselves, i'm going to my room," she announces as she takes her plate to the sink, washing it and going off to her room.

-

Gun remains silent, not reacting to Y/N's departure. He seems to be in his own world.

Charles smiles at Y/N's departure, then turns to look at Gun as if waiting for something. He continues to stare at Gun with that soft expression.

"Would you like to talk about this, Gun?" He asks the first words he's spoken to Gun tonight. He speaks in a soft tone, as if trying to reach through that barrier that Gun is clearly surrounded by.

Y/N walks to her room and shuts the door. She then plops herself on her bed as her mind starts to run. She made it her new mission to break Gun apart, to find out who he used to be. She starts to trace the ceiling with her fingers.

Gun remains in the dining room, staring at Charles for a few moments. His face finally shows an expression, a subtle look of guilt. He turns his eyes away from Charles, looking back down at his food.

"She's a lovely girl, isn't she?" Charles says softly, his tone still soft and kind towards Gun.

Gun pauses for a long time, before finally speaking. "She reminds me of you."

Y/N takes a deep breath as she twists and turns on her bed. She then stands up, walking over to her desk and just sitting. She spins in her chair a few times.

Gun's words seem to have affected Charles, as a soft look of pain appears on his face. He stares down at the floor, thinking about what Gun just said to him.

Charles sighs deeply, his expression turning from soft to stern. "Did you mean that sincerely? Or were you just trying to pick a fight with her?"

Gun remains silent, as if he's still thinking about his earlier words.

Y/N pulls out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. She realizes how lonely she truly was, maybe it was because she was one of Charles' nieces. She then takes a deep breath as she sees Guns' name show up. She places her phone back down, as she lies in her bed once again.

Charles looks up at Gun, staring directly into his eyes. You can tell that Charles is feeling hurt by what he just heard. His expression is still solemn and serious. He waits for Gun to speak again, but Gun remains silent.

Charles sighs once again. "We'll talk about that later." He then speaks up to the silent Gun, "Get going. Y/N's already in her room so you can get the night off."

-

The next day. Y/N wakes up with a sigh as she looks at herself in the mirror. She does her daily morning routine, then her mind starts to race. She then walks down over to Charles, knocking on his door. "Uncle?" she asks.

Charles has a serious look on his face as he answers Y/N. He seems to know exactly why she's here.

"Come in, Y/N."

As he speaks, you can tell that he's exhausted. He doesn't seem to want to talk about this, but he'll do it for Y/N's sake. He opens the door and motions for her to walk into the hallway.

Y/N looks up at him and notices the state he was in. She then looks down at her fingers, fiddling with them as she enters the room. "So..." she starts off.

"You gonna tell me about Guns past?" she chuckles awkwardly.

Charles sighs deeply, clearly knowing what the conversation is about to unfold. He sits down in his chair, looking over at the Y/N. He takes a deep breath in, preparing himself.

"Sure," Charles says softly. "I might as well. I'm sure you are going to sit here until I give you what you want. So please, sit down. You deserve to hear it."

Y/N looks up at Charles, shocked. She thought she was going to have to put up some fight, or even pester him just to know about Guns past. Gun was super defensive and secretive when it came to his life, that's why he was always so cold.

-

She then takes a seat, looking down at the floor once again.

Charles takes another deep breath, staring at the floor as he prepares himself for what he's about to say. He seems uncomfortable by the topic, but he knows that he has to say something.

He then starts speaking, his voice surprisingly soft and calm. "He was not always like this, Y/N. Before he became your bodyguard, he was a..." Charles hesitates for a few moments, searching for the right words. "... He was a cheerful man, Y/N."

Y/N looks up at Charles, scanning his eyes. "So you knew this guy before? Is that why you picked him as my bodyguard?" she asks, clearly surprised. Maybe that's why Gun was one of Charles' favorites.

She then urges him to continue on with his story, wanting to know more about Gun.

Charles sighs deeply, staring right at the Y/N. His eyes seem pained and tired, as if the memories he's about to share are difficult for him to recall. He remains silent for a long moment, thinking about what he's about to say.

"He was normal," Charles finally admits. "I first met Gun two years before he was chosen to be your bodyguard, Y/N." He sounds surprised at himself too, as if he was not expecting to say all of that.

Y/N then looks up at Charles, picking out his words. She then places her hand on his shoulder, "Just get to the point," she chuckles. She wanted to know more about Guns past, and why he is now as cold as ice.

"I knew Gun when he was working for another company," Charles continues. "He was their top bodyguard, and I would hire him for various jobs every now and then."

He then takes a deep breath once again. "One day... I had some business to take care of in Japan at the time. The people I worked for at the time were quite dangerous, and I didn't want to take any unnecessary risks with my life. So I brought Gun along."

Y/N leans in, listening. She urges him to continue as she was interested in his words. "What happened in Japan?" she asks him softly.

Charles is silent for a little while, thinking about what he's about to say. He seems to want to be careful with his words, not wanting to upset Y/N.

"We were in Tokyo," he says after a little while. "We were taking care of business with a very important contact of mine. We were walking down a crowded street when..."

Charles stops, closing his eyes in thought. He seems to struggle with the next part of the memory.

Y/N raises her brow as she leans into the chair. "And how did this affect Gun?" she asks, getting straight to the point. She felt as if there was more to the story, rather than just being a survivor.

Charles sighs deeply, his tone becoming solemn once again. "The family that we fought against... They slaughtered Gun's friends, everyone else he worked with, and finally" he takes a deep breath.

Charles pauses again, thinking about exactly how to say this. "His family."

"Gun himself was captured, and we had to save him from the family... Gun's always been quite stubborn, you know. No matter what my associates tried, he wouldn't tell them anything."

Y/N looks at Charles shocked. She then nods her head in understanding. "So you're telling me," she crosses her legs, "They killed everyone Gun knew, including his family, and he lost trust in everyone. Wow," she says, taking all that in. She never saw Gun in such a light. She only viewed him as a cold and emotionless guy.

Was Gun afraid of losing more people? she thought. Maybe that's why he never had gotten close to anyone, or revealed his past.

"Yes," Charles says simply. "Gun has lost all of his trust for people, especially those he works with."

It's clear that Charles also feels some pain in sharing this story. Gun has obviously become very close to Charles after all they've been through. The memories of that day seem to hurt him just as much as Gun.

"That's why he's so cold now," Charles continues. "He doesn't want to let anyone get too close."

Y/N nods her head as she looks down. She then sits by her uncle, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm so sorry," she says, taking a deep breath in. She knew this was difficult for him, so she had not pestered him any further. She got the information she needed and was satisfied.

"Don't be," Charles says softly. "Gun's been through a lot, but he's still a wonderful person inside."

He holds Y/N tighter, seeming to appreciate her presence. "I'm glad he has you, Y/N. Don't let him lose you."

He wraps his arms around her as well, pulling her into a soft hug. He seems to be grateful for having her in his life.

Y/N starts to tear up a little as she starts to see Gun in a new light. She had never realized Gun had to endure such pain. She then looks up at her uncle, wiping his face.

"Don't worry, he will never lose me," she says with a smile.

"Good," Charles says softly, letting out a soft chuckle. He seems happy to hear this from Y/N. Gun is clearly very important to him, so he's glad that she is there to take care of him.

Y/N and Charles continue to hold each other for a few moments, soaking in each other's presence. The two seem to have grown pretty close over the years, and Charles is happy that they've been given the opportunity to find each other.

-

After a while, they both seemed to calm as the Y/N stood up. She then gives Charles a smile, "Let's not dwell on the past anymore," she says with a comforting smile.

"I'm going to go out, see you later uncle!" she says waving her hands as she walks out of his room. She then thinks about it for a bit as she walks down the hallway.

Charles nods as Y/N walks out, a soft smile on his face. He feels some of his concerns being taken away now that he is able to share some of Gun's past with somebody who he cares about.

"Have fun!" He calls after her as she walks away. He seems happy to see Y/N leave the room in good spirits. He looks up at the ceiling, sighing deeply to himself as Y/N walks away.

Y/N then tries to compose herself, wanting to stay happy. She had to figure out a way to let Gun know that she was there for him, even if he was distant. She knew she had to take it slow. She skips down the hall, lost in her thoughts.

-

She then walks out of the building, noticing Gun leaning onto a wall, smoking. She then walks back into the building, making two cups of coffee, before walking back out. She walks up to him, handing him the warm cup with a smile, "I made you coffee," she says simply. Y/N was met with Guns usual emotionless expression, as he takes another whiff of his cigarette. "What," he says, his tone still void of emotion. He wasn't interested in whatever Y/N had to offer.

Y/N takes a deep breath as Gun takes another puff of his cigarette. Placing the cup down on a nearby table, she looks at the view in front of the building, thinking. "Do you have a favorite color?" she asks him randomly. She had an idea in mind.

Gun continues staring at her for a few moments, his face void of any emotion. He takes a few more puffs of his cigarette, seeming to think about her question. He then takes a deep breath in, before letting out a deep sigh.

"It's black," he answers her honestly, annoyed by the fact she was still interacting with him. He's not sure why she asked, but he answers anyway.

Y/N pouts at his reaction, "Not blue or orange or purple? Just black?" she asks, a little disappointed in his answer. She then looks back up at him, noticing his cold stare and his emotionless eyes. She doesn't say anything else.

"Just black," Gun says blandly, sounding like he doesn't really care about the question. He just stares at her blankly, not seeming to have much of a reaction.

"Why?" he asks eventually, seemingly only answering to keep the conversation going.

Y/N scoffs, "You're so an-" but before she could complain about him, she remembers the story Charles told her about Gun.

Gun stares at her blankly for a few seconds, not seeming to understand the word she was about to say.

"I'm so what?" he asks, curious.

Y/N looks away, "Nothing, I'm going," she says, annoyed at herself before walking back into the building. She doesn't face Gun anymore as she rushes back into her uncle's room.

She then pouts, crossing her arms.

Gun watches Y/N walk away before taking another puff of his cigarette. He remains silent for a moment, thinking about why Y/N asked him that question.

Eventually, he takes another deep breath. He shrugs it off, not really caring.

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Y/N storms into Charles' room, complaining to her uncle, "I can't believe that guy! I tried to be nice but he just annoys me with his stupid face," she says pouting, referring to his cold state. She then takes his wallet out of his jacket, "I need to buy something," she then says.

She was going to get Gun to open up to her no matter what, she was determined to see past Guns cold and emotionless personality. She then walks out of the room.

"Of course, Y/N," Charles says softly. He seems to understand her frustration, and is willing to let her vent. "He can be very difficult to deal with sometimes."

Charles lets out a sigh, sitting back down in his chair. He seems a bit worn out from all of the previous conversations. He's glad that Y/N is there to make things easier for him... she's a kind young lady with good intentions.

Y/N then rushes out of the building, going to the flower shop. She then takes a look around, as she calms herself. "That ass," she says as she takes a deep breath in. She continued to stare at the flowers, until she found a set of black and white Calla Lilies. She then picks it up, buying it. She had asked Gun for his favorite colors so she could do this.

She drives back to the place, with the flowers in her hands behind her back. She goes up to the Guns room, knocking. "Gun?" she asks. She knew she would be met with his cold stare.

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Sorry for any mistakes!

Im so excited (not really) as this is my first story.

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homuras witch symbolism in rebellion is so good spoilers obviously

when she first transforms i noticed her hat being a vinyl record and needle in the shape of a witch hat the needle could never spin on the vinyl signifying homura being a broken record we also see this in her other witch forms in the games but ill take about the movie witch form only she also has a skeletal appearance signifying her impending death

she also has all of her friends colors on her

her face falls off and a red spider lily blooms red spider lilies symbolize death but they also mean parting and renewal so she is saying goodbye to her friends we notice the gramophone on her back she is also crying teeth which could symbolize crying symbolizes "the overflow of experiences that touch the depths of our hearts" and she is losing teeth which symbolizes "losing power"

she is losing power over her execution and situation she is cuffed to a wooden board led by a red thread the thread could symbolize fate and this is hers to bear

she has 5 familiars we know about Lotte

The Nutcracker Witch's servant. Its duty is to mete out punishment. These tin soldiers organize the procession for the witch sent to the guillotine. 

Luiselotte

A minion of the Nutcracker Witch. Her duty is to eliminate rats. She hunts the wretched white rats on her mount, a decaying tooth. She also helps the other tin warriors get rid of those who would dare to interrupt their funeral procession.

Lilia

The Nutcracker Witch's servant. Its role is to chew. These nutcracker dolls chew and crush any unwanted foreign substances in place of the witch who can no longer crack any nuts.

Liese

The Nutcracker Witch's servant. Its role is to bear bad news. These stuffed birds announce the beginning of the witch's funeral procession. They receive food from the children of the false city, and follow their orders to a certain extent

Clara Dolls

 The dolls present are Pride, Pessimism, Liar, Cold-Heartedness, Selfishness, Slander, Blockhead, Jealousy, Laziness, Vanity, Cowardice, Stupid-Looking, Inferiority, and Stubbornness, while the last one (Love) has yet to arrive.

Lisa

The Nutcracker Witch's servant. Its role is to thoroughly inform the cast of the play and manage the stage. It is an iron airship that floats above the fake Mitakihara. It rewrites the memories of the humans brought into this world by giving them a new script for the sake of the Witch. It is undoubtedly a Witch's minion, although it is closer to a tool that is directly influenced by the Witch's emotions.

next the scene cuts to a salamander

 salamanders symbolize  immortality, rebirth, passion, and the ability to withstand flames and salamanders are homuras animal motif because salamanders are able to survive flames and homuras name translates to flame

while she is walking her bows grows out and tries to stop her execution but she doesnt stop knowing she has to do this to keep madoka safe she

this is my interpretation of homlilys symbolism and design :D thanks for reading

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Gage with Sole that gets lost in nuka cola world? Like he doesnt pay attention to them for one second and they already wandered off and has no clue where they at "gage pick me up im scared and there are flying ants"

aka my experience being underleveled and doing the hardest areas of the park first :'D

Gage and Overboss's No Good, Very Bad Vacation In Nuka World

Realistically, Gage should have anticipated it. It's was a theme park, they were designed to be massive labyrinths with money sinks at every corner. The bigger and more confusing it is, the more likely someone will get lost and wander, and hopefully stumble into a shop or something. This is basic Capitalist Design 101.

Another thing he should have expected was that there were damn good reasons the other parks weren't already full of raiders, living the high life. Colter didn't do it because he was lazy; no one else did for fear of death. Gage himself never heard of anyone coming back from the other parks, that means they don't.

So, really, he should have considered it his own damn fault for not thinking about it, the first time he lost track of his shiny new Overboss.

That first time, it happened in that bottling plant. They went into a door, he followed behind, they went into another door, and another, and shit got weird from there when the soda river erupted with crabs.

He killed some crabs. They killed some crabs. He turned to see where they were killing crabs and saw jack shit.

It was then that he realized that the bottling plant was echoey as fuck, and he hadn't been behind them for...a good ten minutes, at least, just following noises that came from God knows where.

Gage didn't know the layout of the place. Neither did they. The fact that the river is just one line doesn't help shit, because there's employee tunnels, manufacturing, the rest of the plant. The plant was fucking big. They could have been anywhere. Whererever they were, there was more fucking crabs. And Gage, being a good underling who had to pull a lot of strings to get to this point in the first place, wasn't very okay with the idea of his boss being crab dinner.

So he hit the legs, backtracking through tunnels, the walkways above the bottling zones/whatever the fuck those were. Kept finding crabs he didn't kill, good start. Kept hearing gunfire, grenades, crab-screaming. Less good. Ended up back on the soda river (what the fuck was wrong with these people). Accidentally triggered every fucking pre-recorded line from the intercom, which drowned out the shit he needed to hear. At this point, Boss has been fighting for their goddamn life for twenty minutes, and the walls had started to melt into one big blob of samey-samey. Not even the sky was this blue.

Eventually, they found him, pursued by six hunters. He killed some crabs. They killed some crabs. He turned around, grabbed them, and was about to threaten to put them on one of them toddler leashes if they wandered off like again. But then a pack of Assaultatrons kicked down a door and they jumped in different direction away from the lasers. Ran down different hallways. Found more crabs. Killed more crabs, pursued by Assaultatrons. He knew Boss ran back into the river, because the all of Announcer Lady's lines were playing over and over each other, like the layers of hell condensing into a pure diamond of auditory psychology warfare.

Gage didn't notice when the chaos stopped, when the robots and crabs started dropping. It just happened and he had to take a breather, find his happy place. When he met back up with the boss, they were covered in stab wounds from stimpaks, used all their ammo and grenades, and thought that a suit of power armor made up for it.

The power armor did do well against the crab kings on the roof. It did not survive the Queen in the pond.

After this, he pulled them aside, told them to slow the fuck down and not charge through places like a drunk bull in a china shop. They said yes, Gage, I will definitely do that, and I will definitely proceed with caution and carry extra supplies on my personal.

They did, for their credit.

The Mr. Frothy's, however, didn't let that stay true for long.

Both of them took one step into Galactic World, and a fucking soda nuke dropped in between them. And again, they scrambled for different cover. Then a Frothy went after Gage, and the soda bomber bot went after the boss, and they had to separate again.

It'll be fine, he thought, I'll just kite around this corner that leads back into the main area, this wall is like three feet wide, this doesn't lead into a different level entirely.

It did.

Gage made it to the middling level of the Galactic Zone, every eyebot swarming like they wanted fresh meat or some shit, and the Overboss was running from the Nukatrons and a Mr. Frothy screaming about strangling them. Couldn't go the way he came, had his own robot fixated on asphyxiation behind him. Kept running. Then the laser turrets kicked on, and this was now an exercise in agility and being God's favorite.

When the robots patrolling the park finally all died, it was midnight, Gage was half-dead, had no ammo, and no indication that the overboss was alive, save Redeye's music playing at full volume somewhere nearby. Back to Nuka-World for supplies, sleep, and a nervous breakdown.

The next day, they took on the Vault attraction.

It seemed like things were looking up. Sure, the boss got lost looking for...what, stickers on the walls? Something with dumb bottle-cap glasses. But the robots were few and far between, the space was small and linear enough Boss couldn't wander off too far, and they made it out having not used all of their ammo. It was a good sign.

They went to the Interstellar Theatre, next.

Boss had the good idea to go in quiet, sneak around. They found an elevator up to the projection room, found a starcore, and figured that the area was clear, or at least mostly safe. They just cut all the power, after all.

The robots are motion activated.

Fighting turrets, protectatrons, Mr. Handy's in the dark was bad enough. But whoever the fuck put a sentrybot in a theatre, Gage hoped they went to hell.

He found the boss trying to drown themselves in a water fountain, when the last bot went down.

Back to Nuka-World for ammo, stimpaks, and another nervous breakdown as a treat

I saw a robot fighting ring, Boss said. The bots would have already killed each other in there, they said.

So they went to the Robco Battleground.

One or two robots, the rest were dormant. Thank. God. Boss found some starcores, some good loot, went into a door in a basement with robots.

The door shut and maglocked behind them. The pre-recorded announcer starting up the match. All those dormant robots in the basement woke up. On one side of that door, the Overboss fought for their goddamn life with a bunch of tincans. On the other, Gage did the same damn thing. When it opened back up, guess what they did? Yep, back to Nuka-World for stimpaks, ammo, and another nervous breakdown. And a shower, because flammable oil is not a good thing to be covered in, when using firearms. Gage heard the boss muttering and giggling about laser turrets to the plush toy sloth they picked up, and wondered if he would have to put them down out of mercy.

And then the fucking...Nuka Galaxy ride.

So dark. So big. So long. It was the longest attraction at that fucking park. Couldn't see your hands in front of you. Gage could have lost his mind in that section with the giant fake rocks. Found a lot of dead people who did, anyway. Once the Frothy's came barreling out from a hallway, yet again, the Boss went one way, he went the other. When they killed the bots, had to marco-polo triangulate their way back to each other. And then the area with the giant UFOs, and no lighting on the scaffolding. Who the fuck made this park? None of this was OSHA compliant, surely. You know what's even less OSHA compliant?

Laser turrets on EVERY FUCKING WALL.

Laser turrets on every UFO, every ceiling, every wall, every stairwell, every giant fake rock, laser turrets everywhere. Why? Why would Nuka Cola Corporation think they needed this many? Were they expecting two dipshit raiders to come strolling on through, and hated them, specifically? They weren't fucking ashing little Timmy for lifting from the gift shop, right?

You know what else sucks? Laser turrets high above you, in a pitch black corridor, where there's a drop just mere feet in front of you.

Boss didn't get lost in here because Gage grabbed them by the scruff of their shirt if they so much as leaned too far away. No, he doesn't care what shiny thing you see, you are staying within arm's length. Fuck treasure, fuck Galactic Zone, and fuck John Nukacola, or whatever his name was.

Gage never again let them get more than five feet away from him, after Galactic Zone was cleared, and the boss never again had to whisper hateful nothings about laser turrets to their sloth toy.

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@sorribu This is just gonna be for two of my Mob Psycho ocs right here because I didn’t realize how much I’d written for them LMAOO. This was NOT proofread so it probably sounds funny

I don't even have names picked out for either of them yet but I could tell you anything and everything else lmao. They are best friends (kind of) (they're doomed)

Ok so it's two girls, they both go to the highschool Tome ends up going to in the epilogue and the reigen manga. They don't like KNOW know Tome, they're just kinda in the background for the most part, but I think that they would at least talk at some point because of shared interests (sort of)

Ok so the first girl: she is like fully convinced that she's a psychic. Like she thinks that she's clairvoyant, (she’s just a really luck guesser), and telekinetic. She's not, but she’s completely, 100% convinced that she is. She has a loud personality and she likes the attention being known as an esper gives her, and to kind of reflect that in her design I'm going to give her a fashion style that stands out. She would be a gyaru or something else that's really flashy. She's not very in tune with her friend's or other people's emotions, she's totally unaware of/doesn't pay attention to how other people feel, but like despite that she is genuinely really nice. She’s just overbearing and insensitive. She's really charismatic and outgoing and she could be super popular if she wanted to be, but she chooses to mainly stick around the other girl instead

The other girl actually IS an esper. She's similar to Mob in the way that she also doesn't want to stand out, but it's for different reasons. She just wants to get by without drawing too much attention to herself, it's not like a traumatized thing. She’s socially anxious. I haven't really thought TOO much about her design, but I want her to look like any random person. Except for her hair. It's going to be dark brown, BUTTT I want it to be kinda choppy ecause at one point she got sick of her hairstyle and the gyaru girl wanted to help give her a haircut. But. It didn't turn out the way they wanted it to. IT DOESNT LOOK BAD OR ANYTHING, it's just an unusual style (to the psychic girl’s dismay).

Anyways so how they met and why the gyaru girl thinks she's an esper are the same. The gyaru girl was just doing whatever the fuck (haven't decided what yet) but somehow something was gonna hit her and she realized just a little too late and threw her hands up like you do when something is flying at you. And suddenly BOOM. It stops right in front of her.

The esper girl is like sitting in the background stopping whatever it is from hitting her, and the gyaru girl is surrounded by people so everyone starts freaking the fuck out. Like OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST STOP THAT WITH YOUR MIND?? WHAT THE HELL HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?? WHATS GOING ON??? And so the esper girl lets go of the thing and it falls to the ground in front of the other girl. She runs over to the gyaru and she's like "omg are you ok?" And yeah obvi the gyaru is fine but she's like. "DID YOU SEE WHAT I JUST DID?? WAS THAT ME? WHAT" And remember how the esper girl doesn't really want to stand out? She knows that if people know about her psychic powers, she'll probably get attention for it. And she figures that the gyaru girl and everyone else thinking that it's the GYARU that has powers, they'll leave her alone. She’s a good cover.

So yeah the esper girl starts trying to get closer to the gyaru girl and they end up becoming friends, but since the gyaru has such a big personality and everyone thinks that they saw her stop the whatever with her mind, the gyaru ends up getting MORE attention and she starts showing off. So the esper has to cover for this girl without her knowing, and at first she's happy to do it because it means people will leave her alone. And they become really close and really codependent. The gyaru doesn't know that she needs the other girl to cover for her, she's just dependent on her bc yk. Kinda toxic highschool attachments. It's her best friend and they're like really attached to each other. Like hanging out all the time, rarely go anywhere without each other, (potentially!!) in love with each other (they have no idea).

Anyways at some point, after YEARS of this, the esper girl gets kind of sick of covering for the gyaru. It’s taking a lot of effort and she’s frustrated and she feels used. But since the gyaru is unaware of the way other people feel and the esper doesn't really have the guts to bring it up, it just continues and the esper starts getting a little bit bitter, because the gyaru girl Is using her, whether she knows it or not.

I want to make it clear that everything that happens is both of their's and nobody's fault. Communication is important and there is none, their entire relationship was started on a lie that technically benefitted both and neither of them at the same time, and it's highschool so shit's fucked. It’s mainly the psychic’s fault for lying in the first place, and the other girl has no idea, but the other girl is also insensitive and overbearing and she likes showing off more than she needs to.

At some point another esper, who I guess had been watching this happen for a while, comes up to the esper girl and they're like, "hey dude, I know you're covering for her, you should stop doing that and let everyone know that it's you. You have to come clean sometime anyways, this can't last forever." And the esper girl is like, ykw, I’m sick of covering for her, and being nearby her popularity has helped me get over my crippling social anxiety a little bit. I like what she has, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be known.

(I have to work on her reasoning a little bit) But yeah she gets sick of being (unintentionally) used, and she's probably under the impression that the gyaru knows what's happening at least a little bit

In front of a bunch of people she confronts the gyaru and shows off her powers for herself and stops helping cover for her. And since the gyaru had been under the impression that she WAS an esper for YEARS, she starts getting pissed because she can't understand what's going on, because wdym she doesn't really have powers? Wdym her best friend has been lying to her for literal years? Wdym their entire friendship was built on a lie that she wasn't even aware of? Wdym her AN ENTIRE PORTION OF HER SENSE OF SELF has been completely destroyed? (She puts too much of her sense of self into the idea that she’s an esper). And what do you mean everyone now thinks that she's been intentionally lying to them and tricking them because her best friendfinally confessed/confronted her in front of the ENTIRE SCHOOL

Ok so at this point, esper girl has been semi subconsciously putting all the blame on the gyaru, because shouldn't she have known? Ofc the esper's not going to blame herself, why would she? (She's trying to protect herself from feeling super guilty about it, because deep down she knows that she was wrong, but she doesn't want to face that. She's been hurt and it's kind of her fault) But now she's realizing "wait.. did she really NOT know that she was using me? Did I do this for no reason?” So now she's feeling guilty, but remember, she doesn't want to acknowledge that all of this started because of HER lie and a misunderstanding. So she pushes that away and doubles down on calling the gyaru out.

The other girl is humiliated. She feels betrayed. I want to have something with her design visually deflating after this point. Because before that she's visually bold and confident, and now her sense of self has been thrown out the window and her best friend APPARENTLY isn’t really her best friend. She's been hurt like this in front of the entire school and now she has no one. She runs off and doesn't show up anywhere for a while.

In the meantime, the esper is getting a lot of attention from all of this. She's getting what she wanted, right? WRONG. She misses her friend and deeply regrets what she did. But she's still pushing that away because why? SHE HATES FEELING RESPONSIBLE. (Boooo 👎👎)

The esper girl is quickly rising in popularity, and she starts just trying to drink it in and forget about what happened, but eventually she and the gyaru run into each other (I think I'm gonna have it be at a convenience store lmao). Like late into the night. The gyaru is just there picking up snacks and an energy drink before she goes home.

The gyaru. Kinda looks like shit. So before all this, she had super curly blonde hair that she kept in a slicked back ponytail. She has a lot of hair. Obviously it's bleached, and at this point you can see her roots starting to come in. (because she had been due for a maintenance appointment at a salon like a week before the meeting because of her roots, but she didn't feel like there was a point). Before this, her design is colorful and really awesome, but now it's just dull and sad. There's no effort going into anything. Like think pinkie pie when she gets sad, except her hair doesn’t get less curly, it just gets less poofy and deflates.

The esper girl's design will have obviously gotten a lot bolder, she'll have started standing out more, but there'll be obvious cracks in her new persona. Eye bags poorly covered by concealer, hair still choppy and kinda messy, her posture still slips into the unconfident position that it was before, etc.

Anyways the gyaru girl sees the esper and just pays and dashes out of there. The esper feels all the guilt she had stored up inside of her start to bubble up and flow over, so she chases the gyaru to try to apologize. She does but they get into a huge fight, and the roles are sort of reversed now, now the GYARU is the one confronting the ESPER in public. Or I guess as public as it gets because it’s super late at night atp. The esper girl ends up telling her everything she feels and how sorry she is. They end up making up but they're never the same, they stay distant and apart.

Things are awkward, they start trying to avoid each other. Eventually they reconnect more and become friends again but there's still that distance. The gyaru never Really knew the esper and the whole thing gives her issues with trust. She also kind of hates herself for not realizing how the esper felt the whole time and tries to overcompensate in her new relationships with other people, and the esper just wallows in guilt and self hatred and pity. Like she finally acknowledges that it was her fault for lying, but she doesn't deal with it and understand it the way she should, so while she does feel sorry for what she did, she also feels really sorry for herself.

Anyways they drift apart after highschool, but if I want to be nice and undoom them, they officially meet again when they're like. Just out of college and they're finally able to work through everything that happened, but I like the doomed forever idea more