#for that and the lore breaking eyeball

[jevilowo]

I love dates in the tf2 lore. I love knowing exactly when stuff happened. Which makes THIS THING I JUST FOUND a BEAUTIFUL MIRACLE

You've seen this image before, but have you noticed the dates on the prison card thingies? Presumably this is written the American Way (the writers are so american they make Scout and Sniper both call their mothers "mom" despite preferring "ma" and "mum" respectively, as shown previously SEVERal times), so Spy and Scout were arrested on

The 7th of September, 1972.

We can do a lot with this information.

Mann Co was taken over by Grey and Olivia half a month before this: roughly the 23rd of August

Contrary to popular belief, most of the comics have to take place in 1973! Seeing as 6 months after late August is late February.

This also means Scout had to have been born in 1946/7. Not sure about Sniper, I have yet to overanalyse the New Zealand timeline paragraph. I'll get to it eventually.

Medic implies in comic 6 that our mercs have worked together for "at least eight years", while talking about the lore breaking Demo eyeball halloween thing. Assuming the "at least" confusion is over the 1972 Halloween they missed while not working together, the Teufort Nine were hired in 1964.

(I've almost mentally rationalised the lore breaking eyeball as a thing they do at like 4am after regular Scream Fortress shenanigans. Almost.)

Scout claims he has known Ms Pauling for six years. During the War! update, Demoman is unfamiliar with Ms Pauling (he knows she works for the administrator, but thats it), so we can assume that is the point she started working more closely with the mercs, and also 1966/7

I really need to go back to actively working on my timeline instead of passively wondering at 11pm "hey what time of year is it in the comics" and going down a rabbit hole.

Uh if you want to build off this, feel free to, but tell society twas I, the great and nobel Jevil_Owo, who first conceptualised all this.

UPDATE! This post seems to be picking up reblog steam again, so now is a good time to say I was WRONG about the mercs being hired around 1964.

This blog post from 2009 claims the WAR update took place in 1962, meaning the mercs have to have been hired in early 1962 at the latest.

Seeing as Scout would have been 15/16 in 1962, and as that's kind of the youngest one can be hired for just about anything, I'd assume it actually is 1962 they were hired. Ok thats enough I just felt it was my duty as Person Timelining to update people on this Discovery.

SECOND UPDATE!!

Okay this is lowkey blowing up again and I just wanted to add that Valve themselves are not aware of the comics taking place in 1973. Idiots! This is why "7 years later" is 1979 instead of 1980 like it should be. Sigh.

I had already figured that out from a few other things (see the timeline in my pinned post, I point it out a couple of times), but this solidified it lmao.

[wendichester]

could u do a sweet fluff with reader and castiel?? i really enjoyed the drabble where castiel kicked the reader (sibling of the winchesters) under the table and was like all cutesy so like something kinda sweet and fluffy that the brothers judge and tease reader and cas for but they dont care cause they love each other - p.s: i love ur writing!!!! never stop your writing is so beautiful, im so grateful to have found ur writing <3

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ in love and underfoot,

pairing. castiel x winchester!reader ( female ) ft. sam and dean

wordcount. 608 genre. fluffy fluff

warnings. intense cuteness, playful sibling teasing ( dean’s dramatic about it ), footsie under the table ( again ), cas being awkward but so full of love it hurts, reader is a puddle of affection, mild language, established relationship ( cas x reader ), sam being too observant, dean making gagging noises

notes. i promise, cas's last line is totally innocent. promise.

It starts with a nudge.

Not hard—barely more than a press. But you feel it. Right there under the war room table, just as Sam’s launching into some deep-dive lore rant and Dean’s mid-bite of his third breakfast burrito.

You try not to smile. You really try.

But then it happens again.

A soft nudge from Cas’s boot. Deliberate. Seeking. Familiar.

You glance up from your tablet to find him already looking at you, head tilted, that ghost of a smile on his lips—the one he saves for you and you alone. Your stomach flips like it always does. Dumb, hopeless, in-love flip.

You shift your leg. He follows. Touches you again. Little taps like Morse code. Are you okay?I'm here.Hi, I love you.

Dean squints at you from across the table. “You got ants in your pants or what?”

“Excuse me?” you ask, playing dumb as hell.

He narrows his eyes. “You keep squirming.”

You shrug, going back to pretending to read the same sentence for the fifth time. “Maybe your burrito smells like gasoline.”

Dean dramatically sets it down. “Okay, rude.”

Sam looks between you and Cas, eyes narrowing like he’s connecting dots in real time.

Cas, of course, looks completely unfazed. He reaches for his coffee without breaking eye contact with you and—under the table—gently bumps his foot against yours again.

You suck in a breath through your nose and try to act like your heart didn’t just burst into glitter.

Dean is still watching you. “Wait a damn minute.”

You freeze.

Sam closes his laptop with an audible snap. “Oh no.”

Dean points a finger at Cas like he's on trial. “Are you playing footsie with my sister?”

Cas tilts his head. “Yes.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence. You don’t even try to defend him. You’re too busy hiding your face behind your hand as you grin like a lovesick idiot.

Dean looks personally offended. “You admitted it?!”

Cas frowns. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You snort.

Sam sighs like he's seen too much. “God, this is worse than when you two were sneaking around. At least then there was some plausible deniability.”

Dean leans back dramatically in his chair, one hand on his chest. “We eat at this table, you know. We bleed at this table.”

You grin at Cas, who looks confused but content. “He’s being overdramatic, babe. Ignore him.”

Dean gags. “Babe?!”

Cas turns to him, completely sincere. “That’s what she calls me. Would you prefer another term? I’ve heard ‘honey bear’ used affectionately—”

“OH MY GOD.” Dean slams his hands down, standing. “I’m leaving. I’m done. I can’t have this conversation.”

Sam stands too, grabbing his laptop. “Yeah, I'm gonna go… do literally anything else.”

Dean’s already halfway up the stairs. “This is harassment. This is an attack on my eyeballs!”

You shout after him, “You’re just mad because Cas loves me more than you!”

Dean grumbles. Then they’re gone, and the bunker falls quiet again.

You glance over at Cas, who’s still sipping his coffee like none of that just happened. He catches you staring, and that soft smile returns.

“I like touching you,” he says simply.

You smile so hard it actually hurts. “I like when you do.”

Cas leans a little closer, eyes warm, full of stars. “Would you like to move to the couch? I could continue touching you there.”

You laugh, standing and grabbing his hand. “Cas, you sweet little menace. Yes.”

And as you walk toward the library sofa, his fingers laced through yours, you realize something:

You’d get kicked under a thousand tables, for a thousand years, as long as it’s him.

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[weeeeeekly]

go save the world – choi seungcheol x gn!reader

blurb !!! You hate superheroes. You understand that they’re important for keeping the peace against villains trying to take over your city but from the insurance premiums to constantly being on the lookout for flying trashcans, your sanity, and bank account – you need a break. It doesn’t help when your boss puts you in charge of a new unit for writing articles on superheroes.

info !!! no afab/fem mention, mainly gender neutral, no reader body shape mention, use of y/n, swearing, non-idol au, superhero au, reporter!reader, reporter!seungcheol, superman!seungcheol (obvi), reader has bad eyesight/wears glasses, reader is snarky, get ready to cringe because i don’t know that much about superman’s lore or dc, based off superman 1978, ii donner cut, & superman 2025 ft. svt soonyoung, bts namjoon, & txt taehyun

WARNINGS !!! SFW but MDNI 18+ blog, kinda suggestive but nothing explicit in this, swearing, mentions of almost dying, not proofread just pure free flowing thought

wc 2.2k

author’s note !!! this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up or inspired by the superman movies. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned. also, prob not accurate to real life counterparts.

“you got a busy day today / go save the world, i'll be around” superman taylor swift

You loved your job.

If you didn’t hear the news your boss just told you – you would still love your job.

“Huh?” You repeat as your right eye begins to twitch.

“I’m promoting you to be supervisor for the new unit focusing on superheroes!”

Oh.

Clutching your cup of iced coffee tighter to your chest, you let a simple “Oh.”

“This will be such a great opportunity for you to showcase your skills being in charge of a team! Maybe in the future –”

You didn’t want to hear your boss out about this opportunity that will make you want to rip your eyeballs from your eye sockets as he continues excitedly gesticulating. “Mr. Kim, respectfully, I decline.”

He pauses mid-word to pout at you, unleashing his saddest puppy eyes. “I told you not to call me that.”

Clenching your teeth as you relax your hands from strangling your cup, “Mr. Namjoon.”

“Nuh-uh, Joon.”

“Mr. Joon, I say with the upmost respect for you as my wonderful boss, I decline. I like my job position just the way it is.”

He blinks a couple of times before straightening his back to reach his full height, “I will add an entire month’s worth of vacation days, your birthday PTO, and increase your salary an extra figure.”

With that you drop your cup to shake his hands vigorously as you spit out word vomit, “How did you know I love superheroes! Can’t get enough of them! I’ll start the unit right away as I have the perfect team in mind.”

“I’ll sign your promotion and send it to Yoongi.”

You skip off to your office as Namjoon lets out a relieved sigh.

After allowing yourself to splurge on a few dream items once your new paperwork was submitted with your new comfy salary going into effect, you called your first victims to your office.

“Mr. Kwon and Mr. Choi, I have called you into my office today to recruit you for a new unit I’m supervising regarding Superheroes.” Your eyes peek over your glasses as your gaze flicks between them – Seungcheol looking nervous and Soonyoung smirking. “I think the two of you would be perfect candidates.”

Looking back down at your desktop to finish typing out your outline for the first article on Nightwing as he just stopped a bank robbery downtown. “So, did the two of you hear anything crime related last night?”

“Uh, yeah.” Soonyoung says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Superman stopped a train from derailing this morning.”

You stop typing and let out a big sigh. “Superman this, Superman that.”

Seungcheol says surprised, “It sounds like you don’t like Superman?”

“Yeah, well I’m not a fan of the guy. He appears out of nowhere 3 months ago – claiming that he was sent to Earth to “help out humankind”. The only helping he’s doing is raising my car insurance! At least the other heroes keep it contained to the other city. Last week, my favorite coffee shop was obliterated from that robot attack. Thanks a lot, Superman.”

The two men stand awkwardly as you begin furiously clacking on your keyboard. “Um, Supervisor L/n.”

“Yes, Mr. Choi.”

“Why are you in charge of this unit if you dislike superheroes.”

“Because, Mr. Choi, Mr. Kim Namjoon is a playing a sick prank on me.” You say loud enough for the devil himself to hear it outside your office and shoot you a dazzling grin through the window.

“Dick.” Mumbling under your breath but force a grin while looking at them. “Anyway, I aim to have our first article published in a week, so please email me by Friday for revisions.”

They both nod and leave you alone in your office to stuff a handful of your favorite candy to cope.

Monday night was calm, except for the bus bench almost hitting your window when you look out of your apartment. A flash of red and blue saved you from spending the rest of the night on hold with your insurance company and flipping to any news channel that isn’t covering the current event.

Tuesday night was almost better, except for the blaring of sirens next to your building that kept you up from 2 AM to 5 AM.

Wednesday night was when you still had hope, except for the water shortage due to Superman using the city’s supply to defeat a fire villain.

Thursday night was when you gave up, especially when your building was evacuated for toxic gas released by Poison Ivy.

Friday morning, you stumble to your desk with a shitty iced coffee in hand and a massive migraine. Your coat is soaked through due to the heavy rainstorm raging outside and a dark cloud follows you to your desk.

Keeping your desktop silent helped keep your anxiety from spiking to ridiculous heights whenever the bell sound alerted of you to another message from Soonyoung about what thoughts he had in the past 10 minutes. Your inbox had a slew of emails that were junk and the articles you asked for. Soonyoung had written a wonderful piece on Bronze Tiger’s current mission of helping community gardens in lower income neighborhoods but not publishably as it was riddled with tiger puns every other sentence. Seungcheol however had centered his article on how misunderstood Superman is and even dared to include a mini-interview with the man himself.

It pissed you off.

A knock on your door turned your attention to Namjoon pointing to his phone as you picked up yours, accepting his call.

“Cheol’s is getting published.”

“Personally, Mr. Kim, I think Mr. Kwon’s piece could be the needed freshness that readers need in the morning.”

“He ended the piece by explaining that Tiger man’s costume in extensive detail.”

“Appealing to fashion lovers.”

“He used “horanghae” multiple times, which isn’t a real word.”

“Fine. I’ll sign off on Mr. Choi’s article.”

“Don’t have to! I already printed it.”

“Excuse me?”

Namjoon has the audacity to grin at you as he disconnects the call and walk away. You slam your fists on your desk as multiple frazzled interns run past your window, carrying stacks of newspapers.

THE MAKINGS OF OUR NEWEST SUPERHERO

by Choi Seungcheol

The city has been introduced to its newest superhero who has been spotted saving cats from trees and putting out fires. The blur of blue and red you may spot from your window – Superman. Photo spready by Jeon Wonwoo continued on page 2.

You bite your tongue as you spot Seungcheol’s article is plastered to the front page of the newspaper. The rows and rows of the Daily Planet covering every corner newspaper stand in the city mocking you on your way to work. Usually, you would drive or take the train but during last night’s events a giant alien-like creature crushed the station entrance nearest to you and blocked off the street.

Setting your sights forward and turning the volume on your noise cancelling headphones louder as you book it to work. The brisk morning air is very much appreciated to calm the rage you felt brewing inside.

As you were about to cross the street, you feel your feet lift off the ground as a strong set of arms are wrapped around your abdomen and a presence pressing into your back.

Immediately, pausing your music as you look around, confused to see people crowding below you some even holding their phones in your direction and at a moving truck on its side in the alleyway.

“What the fuck?”

The presence gently sets you back down on the ground as you turn around to see the same man you were cursing earlier. The red and yellow “S” staring back at you as people talk over each other, trying to get Superman’s attention.

“Apologies, but you were distracted, and a truck was going to hit you.” His deep voice is aggravatingly soothing as dimples surround his blindingly white teeth.

“Uh, thanks.”

“Anytime. Maybe only wear headphones covering one ear.” And with that he flies up and away.

“Oh my god. He’s so handsome!”

“I wish he would save me.”

“Superman has dimples? I’m even more attracted to him.”

The comments by the people around you solidify that you did not make up the interaction.

By the time you show up to work, everyone in the office has already heard of your little interaction. One of the interns in the photography department, Taehyun you think, bounces up to you with his phone in hand. Staring up at you in awe, he asks “Did you really get saved by Superman?”

“Yes.” You grit out. You want to continue by saying “unfortunately”, but the way Taehyun’s eyes are shinning you decide against it and nod as you walk to the kitchen.

Grabbing a can of the only energy drink you can stand, you lean against the sink as you rub your temple. If Taehyun was a taste of what you’ll run into later, you’ll need the extra energy. The silence is broken by a quiet “ow” and creaking of the door.

Opening your eyes, you see the familiar outline of Seungcheol, “Morning, Mr. Choi.”

The tall man bows as he walks around you to the fridge, grabbing the same drink. You watch him quietly as he tries not to bump into you.

“Congratulations, by the way… for getting the front page. Your article was well written.”

He doesn’t respond to you right away, but you see his ears turn bright red as his mouth opens and closes. “T-thank you. That compliment means a lot coming from you.”

You hum in response as your eyes over your glasses skim over his figure – the white button up is rolled up to his elbows, his black slacks are wrinkled, and his shoes are scoffed from wear and tear. His hair is messy, like he’s been constantly brushing it out of his eyes, and the glasses frames are perched at the tip of nose.

Tilting your head to the side, you realize that you haven’t taken an actual look at Seungcheol. He is attractive, just like the rest of the employees on your floor. You have a bad habit of not making eye contact with people or even looking at their face. You tend to look next or above their head. It also doesn’t help that your glasses are old, and your prescription has gotten worse, but you couldn’t afford new ones.

Maybe you’ll put your bonus towards that.

“I’m sure you heard, but I had a little run in with your friend.”

“My friend?”

“The new hero.”

“Superman?”

“Yes.”

“He’s not really my friend. I just got to interview him.”

“Well, can you see if he’s free for another interview. With me.” Seungcheol shocked – hits his head on a shelf – turns towards you, but you walk out, saying over your shoulder. “I need it for my next article.”

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author's note i saw superman on sunday & i’ve been annoying ever since. this was originally a vernon fic because he’s my bias, but during the movie i kept thinking “oh my god that’s cheol”. this is very much self-indulgent.

probably won't write a part two, just wanted to post this. also, look at me! i can't stick to my word or schedule! hopefully, i'll be able to get out my previously promised wips.

[rickyriceinator]

TALK TO YOU LATER (LATER)

Blue Lock x Kpop headcanons because the FC Barcelona x Itzy collab is rotting my brain. 

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LAVINHO:

Plays really upbeat Kpop songs during practices and forces Barcha to do Kpop dances as warmup (so now Barcha is adequately qualified and prepared in case Idle is ever looking for Queencard backup dancers). His natural habitat is the pitch where he can be spotted busting into Kpop dances to upload to his official Tiktok account and the managers’ office where he can be found begging them to negotiate a collaboration with Twice. 

SHUTO SENDOU:

Chaewon fanboy who only listens to mainstream/popular groups and participates in photocard hoarding + album collecting + listening to Kpop in general solely for the slim possibility of bagging a Kpop baddie. Also edits clips of himself playing soccer to Kpop songs (which he shamelessly posts to Tiktok) and displays a photocard of Chaewon in his clear phone case to alert all the kpop stans in his general vicinity that he is in fact a self dubbed “Kpop connoisseur"  who is single and ready to mingle. 

DON LORENZO:

A scalper who resells Kpop merchandise on Ebay for twenty times the original price and his only redeeming quality that makes him tolerable to disgruntled Kpop fans is that he’s in possession of rare photocards + other exclusive merchandise that stans fein for. If you’re his friend and happen to like Kpop, he’ll be your go to merch plug and will present to you the exclusive offer of generously slashing his merch resell price from eyeboggling outrageous to you-could’ve-gotten-the-photocards-for-cheaper-on-Amazon (but if you’re Niko, you will get merch for free). 

RIN ITOSHI:

An undercover girl group stan with extensive knowledge and a ravenous appetite for nugu groups and their music. Whenever someone mentions a group he listens to, he’ll visibly stiffen up and his pupils will start dilating, but he will vehemently deny knowing the existence of said group if questioned. He guards his albums and photocards with his life on the line and seethes with rage whenever he sees someone dissing his favorite group online. Also, he used to vent to a photocard of Chuu. 

IKKI NIKO:

Is seriously invested into groups’ concepts as well as the lore behind them in addition to running a (semi popular) fan account. He is Kpop brainrotted, thinks everything is a reference to his favorite groups, and passes out cool freebies at concerts. Whenever he tries talking about Kpop to the Blue Lockers/people in general he sounds like, “Do you know who Katsuki Bakugo is?” “Bakugo, yeah, that’s your boyfriend!”

CHARLES CHEVALIER:

Breaks into Kpop dances to celebrate goals which ruffles the feathers of his opponents because how are you supposed to react when the opposite team’s midfielder is doing Super Shy mid game? He spends his pastime ragebaiting Blinks on Twitter and has subsequently gotten not only his own bank account information leaked but also Loki’s. In addition, he forces Loki to listen to Kpop and drags him to concerts where they will be inevitably clipped for “bad behavior” because Charles snatched the microphone from another fan for the fifth time. 

REO MIKAGE:

The guy who’s snapping up all the fan calls, fan meetings, and merchandise of your favorite group. He is subscribed to tons of Bubbles/WeVerses, his room is decked out in merchandise, and Ba-ya keeps calling to inform him that his twentieth photocard binder is overflowing and he needs to invest in his twenty first. 

JINPACHI EGO:

Kpop hater :(

RYUSEI SHIDOU:

Rabid Ryujin stan who pulls up to concerts proceeding to mog everybody in the most jaw dropping and heavenly fits ever.  He will be screaming his lungs out during the fan chants and waving his lightstick so aggressively he almost takes out the eyeballs of the unfortunate victims (people) standing next to him. 

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI:

His sisters got him into Kpop and force him to use his big boy soccer paycheck to buy them merchandise and concert tickets (he has Ticketmaster trauma and a reaction time of 0.00001 milliseconds from fighting for BTS tickets). After Wildcard and during the NEL, his sisters leaked whimsical photos of him enjoying Kpop (think Ni-ki…) to the Internet. 

NOEL NOA:

Doesn’t really know anything about Kpop but is politely intrigued whenever the Blue Lockers or his teammates talk about it. He listens to Wonder Girls’s The Wonder Years (his one and only Kpop album that was gifted to him by the one and only Alexis Ness for BM’s Secret Santa team event) on an actual record player. His first online introduction into the world of Korean pop is marked by him following BTS’ Facebook account. 

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a/n: the clock is ticking for me... (sch*ol) also show some love to le sserafim, apink, brown eyed girls, lovelyz, illit, idle, twice, ive, oh my girl, and berrygood!! 👅🫶

[loupy-mongoose]

I probably don't have to say why I've been quiet. It's Christmas. Distractions, illness, and busy-ness abound. XD

But I was recently granted a new wave of artistic intrigue, as well as the free time to draw, woo!

A few days ago I discovered @the-upper-shelf, and may I just say their art is absolutely delicious! (Should I stop saying that about art I like? Is it weird? It just seems like the appropriate word to use. It's delicious to my eyeballs! XD) Go send her some love!

She has a creature she made called Haelumians, and I adore them! And since she's said it's okay, I just had to draw Jamie and Cody as them~ (Her side-blog all about them here: @haelumians-lore-official)

Before anything, I apologize if I've mistaken on any aspect of Haelumians design traits or lore. I love them, and will keep up with and read into them better, but as stated, I've been busy and distracted, so I may have missed stuff. ^^;

Jamie's gradually morphing into my old Terraria Avatar, lol.

I don't really have any sort of lore for these versions of them, since I'm not as familiar with this world as I am with A:tLA or MLP.

I love the concept of expressive hair-feathers~

(I keep putting my poor acrophobe into situations where he'd be best suited for the air. Sorry Cody. But also kinda not because I like the irony XD)

At least he can find other uses for his wings~

Upper Shelf (or anyone else interested), if you want some info on these two, I'll put it below a read more to save space.

I've had these two for over a decade, and in recent years have been playing with them in different AUs. There are some common traits that tend to stick with them each time.

-Jamie is always untrusting toward others. It's hard to get past her barriers, but once that happens, she starts to show her childish side. (I haven't decided yet if or how she'd be untrusting as a Haelumian. So this version of her gets to be untraumatized for a bit. As a treat.) She's also always short; 4'11" as a human/oid, but since Haelumians are Tol Bois, and the shortest height of theirs that I've seen is "Ignore him" I'm not sure what height would be short for her. X3

^ Upper Shelf's art ^

Oh, and drawing her with a rounded ear isn't me forgetting about the pointy Haelumian ears--Its another trait that carries through AUs, she has her right ear sliced off. ^^

-Cody is a sweetheart; more specifically Jamie's sweetheart. He's not only the first one to really get through her barrier, but also the one who helps her begin to break it down. He has a heart as soft as his feathers for other people, always aiming to take care of those in need. As mentioned above, one trait that sticks through AUs is that he's afraid of heights. Assuming Haelumian lore allows for it, this version would be no different, meaning he wouldn't fly if he could help it. I couldn't be cruel enough to make him the climb-built Mountain Haelumian. He gets to be a Hills/Plains, built for running!

[sinning-23]

Publicity Pt.1

HEYYYY everyone how we feeling about the introoo?

*crickets*

Lmao okay so what this is a bit of a indulgent fic I don't CAREEE! As a gorilaz fan I'm coming up on almost 2 years damn near 3 of NO CONTENT IM GOING INSANE-

Also- the events in terms of line phases are sort of out of order? Like I know the lore lol but I’m kinda also free forming this shit lol? Stay w me now-

Hopefully this finds someone like me who was also crazing some good fucking food! Heres the first official part!

ENJOY!~

Wordcount: a lot lol

Warnings: smoking, language, mention of marijuana, blood/nosebleed, y/n is a dirty little snoop

Link to Intro: Publicity (Introduction)

Link to Publicity Pt.2

Now in the muffled parking garage, 2D's lanky build slinks to the passenger side of the car to which he opens your door.

'A gentleman, thank the stars' You think to yourself, the notion quickly being overpowered by the next thought.

'Why the FUCK are there bullet holes in this door?!' You gulp, brows furrowing at the damage.

It's like the owl can sense your panic and speaks. He even shrieks like one for a second.

"Ah, 's not mine! Murdoc let me use 'is car, not sure why? Can' see too good, but I made 'it here alrigh'." 2D explains, your heart faltering anxiously.

Again…

THERE ARE PEOPLE YOU CAN HIRE FOR THIS!

Today was proving to have quite enough excitement. What you wanted…no needed was a bath and a fuckin blunt.

Your carry on growing heavy on your arm. But then that too is soon gone when he offers to take it and pop it in the trunk. Reluctantly agreeing, he slides your bag off gently, watching your skeptical demeanor as you eyeball the car interior.

The roof is scratched up, with splotches of all kinds painting it, mainly dingy white and brown. The seats are about the same, dirtied with shoe prints and stains.

With worn leather, the fabric peels off the stitching along the seams and scratches the flesh of your exposed thighs when you cautiously sit down.

Sticky

A chill rises up against your spine as you fight the urge to hold your breath, crinkle your nose, wrench, or a combination of the three. You breathe in deep, the rolled down window giving you some sense of peace and 2D struggles to start the car. He gives an awkward smile before clearing his throat and trying again, this time the engine rumbling to life.

And then he does it,

One hand briefly pushed bright, blue hair out his face before slinging around the back of your seat. The other skilfully grips the wheel. His eyes squint briefly, jaw defined as he chews his bottom lip in concentration. Then there's the flex of his arm, the veins a bit prominent as you ogle him.

Heeeee’s lowkey fine now that you're taking the time to observe. The voice might just grow on you too.

"Won' be long before we're at the studio," He informs, albeit a bit nervous.

You only nod, the slight awkwardness rising in your chest.

"I-I see. Uh, I appreciate you coming, my team and I are usually a lot more coordinated than this! Been a while I suppose." You admit, fidgeting with the peeling leather seat, picking some off with your nails.

He gives you a wide, gap-toothed smile before reaching over to the glove compartment. You freeze for a moment not wanting to break his concentration as he multitasks driving and fishing something out of the storage space.

“Ah, sorry love-.” He hums, his forearm brushing your legs briefly as he retrieves the carton of cigarettes and pushes the door closed.

For something you would have considered a bad habit look strangely good hanging from his lips. He lights his, offering you the open box but you decline. The blue-ette visibly relaxed, one hand steering while the other rests on the middle console.

Shit he was pretty, especially in the lighting of the California sunset. Part of you wanted to tell him that, strike up more of a conversation. Would that be weird?

“Y’ staring miss. Somefin’ wrong?” He speaks, the gap warping his words.

You go to speak but he adds on.

“S’ real honor to work wi’ you. You’re quite talented mm?” He says it as more of a statement than anything, a teasing one?

Like he knows that you know that you’re talented. You giggle, waving your hand as you find yourself becoming more comfortable.

“I’m surprised you guys responded, I was a fan in my teens, my dad took me to a concert then.” You explain, gazing off into the road ahead.

You missed him.

“I supposed you inspired me to even get into music in the first place. God that voice when I first heard it.” You continue, not feeling the pitch black gaze on your frame, taking you in.

“I almost forgot how much I liked your songs, listened to your whole discography on the plane.” You hum in admiration, your hands fiddling with each other.

Whoa what the hell?? Was that necessary to explain your obsession as a kid??? The word vomit just wouldn’t stop!

“I got home from that concert, oh I was obsessed. But then you guys disappeared and I got so busy building a career I could hardly keep up with the new stuff. Hearing it again, was so comforting.” You end, looking up just to find his eyes wide and already on you.

His got his look in his eye, the cigarette smoke flicking around his face as a faint red tints it. Maybe it’s the lighting? Your stomach flips when you catch his gaze flicker down, almost missing it when he does.

“Whoa! We’re ‘ere!” He chokes out, foot slamming the breaks.

!BANG!

Your body flies forward, face hitting the dash. Maybe instead of being so skeptical about getting in, a seatbelt would have been a better idea.

“AH! I-I’m sorry are you okay miss?!” Panic spreads through 2D’s body as you clutch your face in your hands.

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First impressions are very important. Think of it like an interview! You want to make a good image for yourself and your character. Which senario is the proper way to greet someone you’ve never met before?

A. “Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you” with a firm handshake and smile

B. Holding your now bleeding nose while the lead singer of your favorite band as a teen panics and shoves handfuls of half-melted ice onto your face

C. A loud shrieking "HI" which comes out gargled and waving with a hand covered in melted ice and blood

D. Both B and C

It was a fucking nightmare. After 2D had damn near concussed you with the slam of the breaks, your head flew foreward faster than you could process leaving you bloodied and aching.

He rushed you into the house, rambling on and on about how he was sorry and that ice should do the trick, and that he would help you get a paper towel. You did your best to plug your nose but it was like a fuckin faucet and your hands were beginning to get sticky.

He’s guiding you with slender fingers, instructing you to tilt your head down whilst grabbing a handful of ice and wrapping it in a paper towel.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I dunno why I did tha’ you was just- the breaks I- oh no!” 2D rambles, voice raised an octave as he glanced down at the blood staining his own hands.

“GOU WASH TOUR HANSh!” You sputter, nudging him with your elbow, ice falling in the process.

You sigh heavily, turning to look for a fresh paper towel, but make direct eye contact with 3 other people.

“HI!” You gargle, eyes widening in embarrassment.

It could not get any worse-

A thud sounded from behind you aligned with a wet-sounding 'shwip' and a yelp. 2D just slipped like a fucking cartoon character on your melted, bloody ice.

“What a splendid firs’ impression huh?” Murdoc chuckles, hands clasped together menacingly.

You're quick to wash your hands and wipe what's left of the nosebleed away before helping the lead singer up.

"We jus' got in..." He explains shoulders slumped now as he steps away from you, quickly pulling his hand out of yours.

Ouch?

His eyes sort of drain and he somewhat curls into himself. There's a bit of silence as you shuffle, swallowing hard before realizing that you'd never seen Noodle or anyone else in person.

"Hi! Sooo sorry about all this, freak accident really! It’s so nice to meet you finally!" You announce, stepping forward, only to be cut off by the slightly taller green man who had an ungodly amount of cologne on.

He's got this crooked smile, one that is slightly upturned as his eyes narrow at you.

"Pleasures' all mine darling, pleasure indeed." He grumbles, looking you up and down as you nod slowly.

"Y/n! Yes, very nice to meet you! I see you've already met 2D. This is Russel, and that's Murdoc" Noodle introduces, gesturing to the two members beside her.

“Wanna see the house?” She offers and you can’t help but nod.

From the outside it looked sort of small but interior was pretty damn spacious-

Murdoc had redirected his attention to 2D, who was trying to make himself look smaller. You can’t help but want to linger and thank him for the help. His eyes meet yours but look away just as fast, your heart sinking a bit. Doesn't matter.

You follow behind Noodle, striking up a bit of conversation with Russel who decided to join the two of you.

"There's an extra guest room here! Figure I be easier for you to just stay here than some suit and have to drive back and forth." Noodle explains. The room is pretty standard and decorated quite eclectically.

She guides you up a set of stairs towards everyone else's rooms and a large recording studio. You relax, the feeling of being back in one of these overwhelming. The keyboard catches your eyes first and you let your fingertips dance across the top, then to a set of guitars, last the drumset, a bit worn with a couple stickers on them.

The recording booth was empty, a microphone and headset hanging from the center and you let yourself travel inside. Your stomach turns a bit, remembering how grueling hours of recording could be. How hard you pushed yourself hoping to sound better than the last take.

Straining your vocal cords to the max, scribbling lyrics into your book before capping the page altogether. You glance a bit past the glass at the synthesizers, the buttons and switches make your fingers twitch. Editing your own shit was no easy feat either.

"When do we plan to start? I wanna try and prepare beforehand if that's alright?" you inquire, making Russel smile.

"I like that attitude. We been in here working a bit here and there, I don't think Mudz wants to start just yet."

Noodle nods at Russel's explanation.

"You can use this whenever, though! This'll be your home for a bit so get comfortable," She nods, clasping her hands together before approaching you.

"You have no idea how nice it is to have another woman in the house." Her eyes are wide, the grip on your wrist unrelenting.

You smile and give an understanding nod. As far as you remember from your research, Noodle's been with these guys since she was little, and much like your family, being around them too much can be....a lot.

The house tour was nice and you had decided to head back downstairs to unpack. However, the door down the hall had caught your attention again. Yeah, snooping was bad everyone knew that.

Curiosity did kill the cat. You wait for Noodle and Russel to descend down the stairs before swiftly turning back towards that room. You take a breath, reaching for the doorknob before gripping it.

Fuck...no. No, you just got here you weren't going to disrespect these people by going into his room because you just HAD to see. You knew better than that!

.....

...

..

You step over discarded clothes and shoes turning to look around as you take in everything his room has to offer. The unmade bed makes you chuckle as you observe the slew of horror and thriller posters mounted to the walls along with the occasional Playboy model.

Not bad.

The smell of cigarettes and something sweet linger the longer you stay. Beside the nightstand were a few empty cans, a empty condom, and discarded pill bottles, one of which was open and spilling little round tablets.

You step back, gazing briefly into the bathroom which was a total wreck, more clothes and shoes discarded on the floor along with a half empty toothpaste tube on the counter decorated with empty bottles an skin care. In the sink was a model cruise ship and leaning against the cabinet a... cricket bat? Huh.

Alright, you'd snooped enough and feel a bit of the impending doom of being caught catch up to you. Shaking your head, you head to exit the room just to come face to face with the very person it belong too.

"Were...why're you in my room?" He questions, face heating quickly, his owl like eyes only widening further.

2D's hands pick at his jeans as he searches your glossy eyes for answers. Your mouth agape like a fawkin fish. You sputter, looking behind you, then back at him.

Shit shit shit!

"U-Uh this is your room? I'm sorry I was just um..I was looking forrrr the studio! Yeah!" Youre trying not to let the panic seep through your voice.

He's not buying it

"I didn't mean to come in here I wasn't paying attention and by time I realized and came out haha, uh youu were standing RIGHT here!" You ramble, releasing the door know. Fuck he's on to you, the slow nod he gives only making the air more awkward.

"Righ' then..." He continues, his arm easily sneaking just past your side and to the doorknob.

Your faces are insanely close, and in some sort of awkward and weird feeling dance, you swap places, spinning around one another, not once breaking eye contact. For a moment his arm brushes your side but you shake it off, the brief warmth making you dizzy.

"Stu'io 's that way." He states, tilting his head in the direction of the room.

Your heart in your throat, the sudden proximity making you shiver, swallowing down what you could only pinpoint as embarrassment. Ok, ok, maybe you were safe and he believed it. Good thing you would be downstairs in the guest room for the most part.

"Righ-uh Right! Thank-" Before you can finish he closes his door.

Dude what the fuck! What was that? The bastard is all awkward and sweet when you alone with that stupid accent and that adorable gap.

His stupid hand tilting your head over the dumb nosebleed that HE causes. That fucking voice crack and the slip and fall and- and now he's all of a sudden got this cold shoulder? Hell he even sounds different, what is that about?!

You scoff and follow through with your original plan. Go downstairs and unpack...

But how could you unpack, when they still haven't delivered your luggage to the house.

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2D was a lot of things, well according to what eveyone else had told him. He hadn't thought much about what he thinks about himself, finding it more of a downward spiral than anything. Obedient maybe? He had a knack for doing what he was told, even if he didn't want to. Well most the time it wasn't like he had a choice either. Murdoc was notorious for making him do things. Hittin him too when he didn't do it...or even when he did. That's besides the point though.

Upon request, he was told to escort you from the airport back to the studio which seemed easy enough, but he couldn't quite remember the last time he wasn't in the passenger or backseat. Suppose today was the time to test his driving skills.

And the whole fiasco at the terminal threw him off yeah, but seeing you was worth the trouble. He didn't get time to take you in since the fans got a bit wild but he did get his fill on the car ride back.

He doesn't think he's ever seen someone so pretty. Just effortlessly mind you. It wasn't like you were trying to come off any way either. Especially not with how you initially reacted to the car.

AH right the car.

He didn't mean to make you smash your face he just got nervous is all! Who stares at someone like that while they're driving?! Reflexes got he best of him and BANG!

Peeling his shirt off and laying down now, he relives the last few hours with your presence. And Murdoc of course had to come and try some funny flirty shit. How typical.

But then, that awkward door altercation, god it sent chills up his spine. It wasn't like he cared you were in his room just....shit he wished he'd tidied up before if he knew.

You must think he's gross...boy that'd be a bummer. But you didn't seem grossed out when he saw you come out, just...shocked?

Like you'd be caught doing something you weren't supposed to. He liked that you keep eye contact too. Most folks avoid his gaze, think he's scary.

Not you though, it’s like you can't STOP looking at them and sometimes he wishes you would. No one had ever kept it long enough for him to feel some kind of way about it. Sitting up he plucks the melodica off the side of his bed and plays a few keys.

Already looking for the studio? Hadn't Noodle and Russel just shown you where it was before he got up here? 2D's brows furrow as he thinks about each individual face you made at him today, especially back at the airport.

He's gotten so used to being stared at he can tell when someones doing it from miles away...and you were watching him like a hawk when he pulled out he parking spot.

Had you-

*knock* *knock*

He hesitates to speak but soon replies with a faint, "Yeah?"

Response not fast enough, so he sighs heavily, tossing the instrument aside before swinging the door open and leaning against the frame.

"Hey sorry I...oh."

There you stand, eyes shifting so quickly from his face, them down, then back up again.

"Ahhh i just- yep, sorry goodnight!" You sputter, turning on your heel just as quickly as you came before finding your way down the stairs, shutting the light off behind you.

He can hear your door close with a thud as he stand in the frame of his own more confused that ever.

"Night?"

A/N: Ayeeee pary one is completeee!cI wanna make thisshit kinda awkward between 2d and the reader lol like thyeyre both in the early stages of catching feelings and neither of them really know it yet? They tryna keep it professional fa now buttt let see what happens when they get to that studio togetherrrrr.

[a-really-cool-blog-name]

Breaking Don au (TMNT 2012)

The plot of this au is that during the events of "The power inside her" April kiiinnndaa messes up badly when bringing Donnie back and it doesn't do it right, to put it lightly.

So now Donnie is basically split into two separate people, the vast majority of his soul who goes by Donatello and his body who goes by Dee. Now no one knows that April did this incorrectly except for the two halves because Dee has tiny parts of him that are based off of what April knows about Donnie so he looks almost completely right and since his soul is so close to him constantly it looks like it's just normal.

Eventually the two halves are going to form back into Donnie but that's at the end of the story this is just like an overview.

I phrased this kind of badly I'm simplifying to keep this shorter until you click the read more.

Art and more details down below 👇 (you want to click the read more button so badly 🌀)

Just a wee warning before we start-

this is also a TMNT 2012 rewrite in the background because uhhhhh I haven't...seen...the show? PUT DOWN THE TOMATOES! WAIT LET ME EXPLAIN! Okay so it all started when I was a wee child-

okay no I'm not going to do that bit it's just that I can't handle bad romance subplots or forced drama (I can handle drama just not forced weird type of drama that happens and some types of kid shows) and I've seen like clips of the show and I like a lot of parts of the show from what I've seen of it but honestly I think the love triangle would kill me and even if I didn't I'm scared I'll watch it and then not be able to enjoy the community anymore around it so this is actually just me being weird around media again, like I like other types of TMNT shows like I loved rise and I watched mutant mayhem and I liked that quite a bit and I like what I see of other shows I just haven't gotten around to watching them yet, so I kind of like TMNT 2012 like by proxy and I'm like "oh well I don't have any plans to watch the show so" and then like the community kind of like hit me over the head with a keyboard so now I'm a fan of like the community I don't know man I'm just here to have fun

"So why are you making an au of it if you've never even seen it fully?" It's fun. Idk man please correct me if I get any big details wrong I may watch the show eventually but right now I haven't.

Anyway on to the actual AU as opposed to me ranting about the ✨guilt✨ I feel randomly- (I'm coping)

Donatello! (Spirit)

"If- if I- I chop you up in a meat grinder and all that was left of you was only your eyeball, haha, you're probably dead! Haha! You are probably going to die! I mean not you specifically but-" -Donatello at some point before realizing how crazy he sounds.

"But that's not what a spirit in 2012 looks lik-" I KNOW IT'S FOR LORE (aka I think it looks cool and bonus I don't have to draw arms my beloathed)

He is the VAST MAJORITY of Donnie's soul and thinks he just is Donnie, he is VERY pissed about Dee "stealing" his body because of this.

He has (most of not all of) Donnie's memories and acts mostly like regular old Donnie with some minor exceptions that could also be attributed to the whole..."Being spilt into tiny atoms by one of his closest friends and then being brought back into awareness only to find some random guy piloting HIS body (it looks kinda weird from the whole turning to atoms thing but thankfully mostly back to normal) that thinks he's you with amnesia (he's for some reason not telling anyone he thinks he has amnesia) and he can't interact with anyone nor can anyone see him EXCEPT FOR THE 'IMPOSTER' WHO CAN'T EVEN GET HIS NAME RIGHT" thing, perchance.

Knows over time that the... "incident" wasn't April fault but Donatello can't help but freak out anytime he sees her.

Completely freaked out by how uncanny it is to see "yourself" doing things without you controlling, ESPECIALLY when Dee gets hurt.

MUCH stronger at spiritual stuff than Donnie because welllll- it's In the name

Can go to the astral plane briefly but it starts to hurt both him and Dee after like an hour or so (Donatello can't feel pain most of the time so it's REALLY strong as he ain't used to it as much) he talks with Tang Shen there, He calls her Mom because I think that's sweet. (She is a little confused and concerned about what exactly happened to him as he isn't constantly there, is really young, stays in the living relume most of the time somehow, he does not look like a normal spirit, and something about being split in half and his body still living 'normally'? The more she hears the more she wishes he would explain thoroughly) Donnie will retain this ability when recombined.

Over the course of the story he and Dee get much closer as he accepts that Dee isn't being malicious and ALSO never asked for this.

Later in the story he can pick up small items briefly and push items if they are close enough to Dee and he concentrates enough.

Dee! (Body)

"Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious!" -Dee's life motto

Why did I put Donatello on a black background and Dee on a white one? Good question! Anyway-

He's supposed to be slightly paler then before only really noticeable when you're looking at a before and after image but very concerning when you are. (I might change what his eyes look like cuz it kind of didn't succeed on that part lmao)

As you can tell because you probably can see, he ties his mask up much shorter than Donnie did, his mask itself also came back a bit paler after it came back with him in the incident.

Still fully sapient due to April's memories of Donnie and a VERY small piece of his soul that stayed with him.

Doesn't really have any of Donnie's "memories" but does know some information about himself (ie who his brothers and friends are, some basic tech stuff, etc) mostly stuff April would know Donnie would know however he doesn't remember that his name should be Hamato Donatello instead of Donatello Hamato until Donatello gets pissed at him. (Mostly because April didn't connect that the surname goes first)

He is the only one who can see, hear, and interact at all with Donatello.

His brothers are concerned with how unaffected he seems to be about the disintegration and April getting possessed in general (He literally can't remember it)

Super anxious when it comes to someone finding out he's not the 'real Donnie' because despite the fact that he fully believes Donatello (mostly because well who has the memories here) that he is somehow a fake person who has taken over someone else's identity, he still loves his brothers and friends

Kinda meaner to Casey and dislikes him more than Donnie or Donatello at the beginning. (Casey grows on him after a while) Mostly because, once again, that's how April sees their relationship as just enemies.

Still loves to invent but doesn't have all the knowledge still, he tries to bounce ideas off of Donatello often, which Donatello (once he calms down more) will partake in.

Does kinda start to (I don't really know how to properly describe this) have 'his soul' (fraction) expand? In a way, idk how to phrase that well but I'm bullcraping a lot of lore here soooooo essentially souls will get "larger" in a way (not really like physical size but like experience that comes with more spiritual growth if you work on it and crap? Like how aging doesn't always mean getting more knowledge but it frequently comes with it and how you don't have to age a lot to get knowledge but like you can as well I don't know how to phrase this one, guys, good luck understanding me 🙏) I mean Donatello's does too but that was like expected.

Was VERY happy to learn later in the story that he did indeed have a part of Donnie in him and he's not just like, a random soulless guy accidentally impersonating him.

[Ending this section because I don't know how else to do it]

Sooo, yeah. I don't know how much I'll do for this au but I just wanted to get the designs down and make a post about it. I do have like one chapter the fanfiction in the works but don't get your hopes up.

You know what time it is now? BONUS IMAGES

Two alternative designs with Donatello because the smudge tool is fun

Alternative Dee with a bow! (Get it because bow and bo staff- I'll leave) I imagine Mikey probably did that for him.

[ganondoodle]

I probably still wouldn’t have been a big fan of the game, but I don’t think I would have been NEARLY as upset about TotK if BotW didn’t seem like it was so obviously setting up plot points for a sequel. Like, you’re very clearly MEANT to wonder what malice is, and how Ganon became the Calamity instead of just the Demon King. Fi is awake again, where are they going either that? What’s the deal with the Triforce-shaped symbol on Zelda’s hand? There were a LOT of other things like that, and many of them had to do with overarching lore for the series.

I get it if they want to reboot the series, but “BotW 2” was the single worst game you could have done that with. It could have been an amazing conclusion to the original continuity.

EXACTLY, you, you get it

botw felt like the introduction to a vast world with secrets and hints to things that were planned to become a bigger thing- a big giant game as a big giant set up, and then ... like totk likes to do alot, it lacks a pay off, and that is something it even does within itself, cosntantly, set up and no pay off, or set up and the most boring and uninspired pay off you can really not even call that, from the bigger things like the whole dragon thing being hammered into your head as irreversible and then it IS reversible.. out of nowhere without you having to do fuck all, the whole thing with the ancient hero beign a big mystery with lots of interesting ideas attached and then its some weird ass dog creature that doesnt resemble any other race with, of course, sonau armor, bc there nothing that isnt sonau in that game, even finding the old treasure maps you can find that then lead to amiibo stuff from botw id call that

botw wasnt that great with rewards either but exploring the world and wondering about those, surely intentionally, placed mysterious and intriguing designs and places did alot for making it so interesting to think about, totk fumbles it all and even the new stuff doesnt even come close to that environmental storytelling botw was so great at, sonau ruins? ha they look entirely different than in botw actually, bc those were built by hylians you see, the actual sonau stuff is in prime condition considering the time thats passed and its all the same blank blocky blocks that serve no purpose but to be a place for you to find a thing or exchange some currency- the most you can think about it is ... that the sonau hollowed out the entire underground of hyrule, every inch of the map, ... which is WEIRD and doesnt exactly make them look that good but ... thats all there is

at least with the shiekah it made somewaht more sense and it felt much less .. invasive? and you didnt have anyone from that time to talk to, other than dead monks whos only purpose is to give you their last piece of their own spirit, but in totk ... raurus ghost and mineru too are both just there to talk to but DONT tell you shit but vague hints that were already clear, the sky islands used to be on the ground? oh you dont say, you see them there in the stupid memories! and dont get to know how they got up there and theres nothing that can clue you in to that, its just sonau magic yet again i guess

dont even get me started on the whole malice/miasma thing, it made so much SENSE that there was a source of it, someone that has keep kept in a horrible place just between life and death for thousands of years trying to break free by their hate and anger manifesting to such a degree its literally spilling out and building creppy eyeballs, mouths and ribcage like structures like they are trying to rebuild themsleves outside of their awful prison no one knows about is so damn compelling, but no, actually, the guy trapped there was the msot evilest evar, was sealed bc him evil and no other motive, and the previously mentioned stuff is pretty much utterly unceonnected, and his magic beign miasma with red instead of pink and no creepy body parts was the true version of it, that pink one was its own thing heehooo SHUT UP argh

it doesnt help that really, i dont feel like the sonau were set up either, they were a tiny part in botw, really only serving to make the world seem more ancient and more full of history, having ruins from a past civilization there you know nothing about and cant find out more is so good, its compelling and sad and makes the world feel more real, just shoving them into everything, being the center of attention all of thes udden and not even the architecure fitting feels so ... forced, i really truly believe the og sonau werent meant to be more than that, but in their fear of the game being too similarly looking like botw they took the sonau to replace the shiekah with them- imo the shiekah were the ones set up to be deeper explored in botw, with their whole misstreatment by the royal family in the past, monk miz kyoshia reacting the same way a yiga commander would was deliberate and brings up even more interesting ideas, the comments about where the mysterious energy the ancient shiekah used to power everything being concentrated in certain regions?? thats a big ass set up, the fact that the center of what is signaling everything to reactivate being below hyrule castle? the fact the whole arena thing was BUILT INTO THE CASTLE or it on top of it is so??? cool??? and sso damn intriguing, we are scratching the surface of their history- but then no, actually, the sonau are the cool new shit those other ones just uh ... disappear, also the sonau did everythign the shiekah did but even better wayy before them haha

its like they didnt want to tackle the more complicated stuff with the shiekah, their relationship to the royal family and how the yiga ... have a point and a good reason- so they replaced them with entirely new purely goodest good guys that did the same stuff before them with none of the history attached :))

this is why im so insistent on it not really being a sequel, thers no follow up on anything that was set up, NOTHING, and no, a couple having a kid now or whatever isnt a follow up on an interesting set up, how hard is it to understand that-

.... listen to me rambling, you probably know all that already nhjdfkbnkd

(i know i always bring up the shiekah but ... they were so central in botw, while also not taking up every single corner- unlike some other ones >_____>, with so much interesting stuff to connect and think about, i cared about them so much i felt kicked down the stairs by their treatment in totk)

[caba-111]

Hi! I adore your worldbuilding – it’s inspired quite a bit of my work! Do you know how you’d get more people interested in your worldbuilding project, though? I’m a bit lost on where to begin, sadly.

my general advice is

Be authentic

Be consistent

Engage with people

get lucky?

Having an authentic, unique perspective is just as important as being “good“. Even if the mechanics of drawing or writing aren’t your strength, that doesn’t at all mean you can’t get people interested in your stuff. Find something that really speaks to you. If kingdoms and maps and magic systems don’t make you authentically happy, then don’t force yourself to work on them. I love super niche, small-scale projects that have real passion behind them.

also! Practice restraint. Too little lore is usually better than too much. Leaving people with more questions than answers is better than blasting them with an exhausting amount of information. It’s not that nobody likes paragraphs of lore (I definitely do lol) but that tends to interest people who already care, not draw people in.

while I think social media success comes down to luck less than we tell ourselves it does, it still very much involves luck. Who you know, when you post, whose eyeballs happen to pass over your work. But again, that’s why consistency is important: the more you post and get your work out there, the more opportunities for lucky breaks you’re giving yourself.

[atiny-for-life]

I would like to know your thoughts on the concerts containing lore,

Are they contained within themselves or part of the main Ateez story, etc…

Having seen break the wall and towards the light, I left both thinking they were connected to the Ateez lore but at the time didn’t really know much about the lore but I could tell something was there!

I got to attend the Fellowship: Break the Wall tour as well and I definitely do remember being able to follow the storyline based on what I know. And since I also saw the movie now, I could definitely get an idea of what's up there too.

Both are set during separate parts of a storyline we're familiar with from the official lore - and Towards the Light is decidedly more lore-heavy than Break the Wall was from what I remember - but here's what I think they're doing:

Much like with the Japanese comebacks and unit MVs where KQ knows not all Atiny are watching, they also know not every Atiny will be able to attend the concerts. So, like the Japanese comebacks are following a third set of Ateez, the concerts too follow yet another set. They're neither A-World's, nor are they Z-World's, but they definitely are from yet another world suffering under an oppressive government (the watch tower with the Sauron eyeball, the guards coming after them, etc.).

And like with the Japanese comebacks which follow more of the psychological aspects of living in such a world - primarily the trauma of it all, concert-Ateez are also more emotionally charged which allows them to dive into those theatrical, beautiful moments, like Seonghwa "losing his wings", aka having his freedom taken away upon capture (while in the album's lore, it was Yeosang who was captured and locked up).

By doing it this way, the songs and themes still fit and attending Atiny who know about the lore can follow it, but what's happening on stage isn't plot-relevant to the the story the albums are telling since non-attending Atiny would no longer be able to keep up and that would be kinda unfair, wouldn't it?

So, yeah, I think that's what's going on. It's a fourth set of Ateez from an unknown parallel universe very similar, yet different from Z-World!

P.S.: Thank you for asking! It's always nice to be reminded some people care about my thoughts on stuff~~~

[salty-dracon]

Relying on your own working eyes. (hundred line / aitsf crossover drabble)

genre: explorative, mostly casual with a bit of horror

length: 2k

summary: ABIS Detective Shizuhara and her AI-Ball companion Darumi enjoy a game of fetch while waiting for Psync engineers Tsubasa and Yugamu to finish their work. Meanwhile, Detective Sumino wakes up on the ground somewhere.

content warnings: mention of alcohol, main characters are police, 15A yuri puppygirl arc silliness

spoiler status: full spoilers for the first route. name spoilers for chapter 00. thematic spoilers from numerous different routes.

AN: Been thinking of a psyncer AU with the THL characters for the past few days. Originally it was going to just be Darumi and Hiruko as a duo, but I'm a psychological horror writer, I can do way better than that. I have no idea whether I'd want to make this a full story, but I do have a couple of plot points cemented in stone. And I'm not sure if I got all of the AITSF lore right. Either way, I hope you enjoy this idea I began working with.

Also yes this is the logical outcome of the Psyncer Daruko brainworms getting me.

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"Ready… set… go!"

Hiruko flicked her finger. With her other hand, she pressed the button on a timer. She watched as Darumi, in the form of a small gel-formed puppy, skittered around the billiards table, chasing the marble she'd flicked. The moment the marble collided with Darumi's body, she pressed the STOP button.

This was a game she came up with in order to improve Darumi's reaction time. Using the break room's billiards table as a field, she'd flick a marble and time how long it took Darumi to catch it. The game had netted Darumi some useful skills- the ability to predict the path of a bouncing marble, and the ability to factor friction into her calculations. Plus (and this was enrichment for Darumi) it was much like a master playing fetch with their dog.

AIs were formed from data- gaining personalities and experience from simply existing in the world around them. There was simply no way to predict how an AI's personality would turn out. Often, Hiruko wondered what trick of statistics had created Darumi, who had the personality of a teenage girl who did nothing but play eroges and edgy visual novels all day. Darumi had a morbid sense of humor, masking an uncommon sense of sympathy for those who felt like they were truly alone. Maybe that's why she enjoyed being Hiruko's puppy. And maybe that was why Hiruko appreciated her presence so much- Darumi produced unique insights into the human heart that Hiruko simply wasn't capable of.

The little eyeball puppy strutted back to Hiruko, pushing the marble with her little gel-formed legs. Her tail wagged back and forth.

Hiruko glanced at the timer. "5.21 seconds. Good girl." She patted Darumi's squishy head with one finger as the single pink eye gazed up at her.

"Eeheehee…. I love playing fetch." The little dog's tail wagged even harder.

"Up for another round?"

"Anything for you, Mistress Hiruko."

"Then let's begin." Hiruko readied the marble again. "Ready-"

FLICK!

She intentionally flicked the marble early. Immediately, she started the timer.

The marble began to ricochet off the sides of the billiards table. Darumi stood stunned for a moment before she raced off towards the marble, aiming for the end of its trajectory. It slowed to a near stop before Darumi managed to catch it with her tiny body. She rolled her prize back to Hiruko, her tail wagging.

Hiruko glanced at the timer and gave a dissatisfied huff. "6.44 seconds. That's over one second more than last time. "

Darumi's tail and ears drooped. "Mmm. Not fair!"

"Why not?"

Darumi stamped her front legs. "You throw the ball at 'go'! Those are the rules of fetch!"

"Do you think criminals in the real world respect cues like that?" Hiruko crossed her arms. "They don't. Codes of honor don't apply to them. They'll do anything to gain the upper hand. That includes shooting before they finish saying 'Ready, set, go'." She sighed. "As my partner, you must always be vigilant. Don't fall prey to little tricks like that. Understood?"

Darumi's tail drooped. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl." Hiruko left a couple of pats on Darumi's head with her finger before glancing at the door. "Are those two done with the tuneup yet?"

She held her hand out for Darumi to hop on. In one swift motion, she'd slipped her companion back into her eye socket where she belonged.

In the Psync control room, she saw two familiar faces. One was a woman wearing a baseball cap, plugging cables into a server box. The other was a man wearing an embroidered kimono and sporting an eyepatch, sitting on a nearby chair.

"Done." The woman stood up and wiped the sweat off her brow. "Yugamu, can you check if the database permissions are working?"

"Sure thing, Tsubasa." Yugamu lackadaisically glanced at the computer screen next to him. "One set of credentials for everyone, right?"

"Yup. SIREI and NIGOU should have Level 3, Hiruko and Darumi have Level 2, and everyone else has Level 1."

"Oh, for the love of murder… How am I supposed to find that?"

"Let me look." Tsubasa glanced at the computer over his shoulder and navigated through a series of data tables before finding the right one. "Level 3, Level 2, and… Level 1. Registration for Detective Shizuhara and AI-Ball Darumi… successful. Yup, we're good." She sighed and stretched her arms out. "Your permissions for the new server system seem to be working perfectly."

"Darumi?" Hiruko asked. "Test our permissions."

At once, Hiruko's superimposed vision was filled with various pictures, as well as various error messages for files with higher clearance levels.

"I see no issues." Hiruko crossed her arms. "Good job."

"Phew!" Tsubasa yawned and slumped her shoulders. "I know SIREI said we had to wait for Takumi and Shion to come in person, but… "

"They didn't respond to our summons." Yugamu gave his signature mischievous grin. "Maybe I should sneak into Takumi's apartment and bring him here by force?"

"Don't even think about it. It's late, and I doubt SIREI and NIGOU are even active." Tsubasa threw Yugamu a harsh look. "Well, as long as he's here by tomorrow night, we shouldn't have any issues." She sighed and turned back to Hiruko. "Either way, now that your new permissions have been set up with the new server system, you'll be able to use an encrypted connection to access classified files within your clearance level out in the field instead of relying on us to send them over manually. That means no more asking us for data and hoping we're not on our lunch break."

"Higher clearance files still require SIREI's permission in real time, correct?" Hiruko asked.

Yugamu nodded. "That's right. Additionally, the Wadjet System source code has been added to the server box as well for ease of backups. No more worrying about your AI-Balls getting destroyed out in the field and losing a whole day's worth of data." Yugamu tapped his chin with a smile. "As the brains behind the Wadjet side of things, I made sure of it. This means Darumi can have a little more freedom out in the field."

"Really now?" Hiruko gave an excited grin. "You hear that, Darumi? Are you ready to go wild out there?"

"I'll cut down everything in my path!" Darumi's excited chirp incited Hiruko to smile a little wider.

"When you're two inches tall?" Tsubasa asked.

"For her Mistress, I'm sure she could stop a bullet or two." Yugamu chuckled.

"Was that meant to be a joke? Her AI might have a backup system, but her physical chassis doesn't!"

Friendly banter and eventually silence passed between the four of them as Tsubasa logged out of the ABIS control system. The lights around them went dark.

"Well, we'll be heading home now," Tsubasa reached for her work bag and pulled it over her shoulder. "Call me if you need anything."

...

Hiruko left the office before the two engineers, making one last stop before she entered the elevator to the ground floor. She opened up the door to SIREI and NIGOU's office. The two egg-shaped robots sat on the lone desk in the center of the room, motionless.

Nobody in this department likes to admit they take orders from a robot, Hiruko thought to herself, before closing the door.

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"Phwah!"

Takumi's eye opened the moment he felt cold water hitting his face. He shot up to a sitting position and wiped the water from his one working eye, feeling it run down his face and hair.

In front of him, a small gel-formed creature was holding up an empty glass. He realized it had poured water on his face.

"You're finally awake." Takumi heard the AI-Ball's voice in his head as though it were clear as day. "Can you hear me? Do you know where you are?"

Takumi slowly began to take inventory of his surroundings. First, he was in his apartment's kitchen. He must have passed out there. The lights were still on. Second, there was only darkness through the windows. It must have been nighttime. Third, he had a horrible headache. He must have been drinking.

He yawned and staggered to his feet. After finding a couple of rags, he used them to clean up the spilled water. At the same time, he pulled some leftovers from the fridge and began eating them. The AI-Ball, shaped like a small fiery creature with two arms, patiently watched him from the countertop with its violet eye.

"Shion, how long was I out?" Takumi asked, not looking up from the wet floor.

"About eight hours."

"That long?"

"You have six missed calls from the Engineer team and three missed calls from Hiruko. As well as five missed texts to your cell phone."

"Can you summarize them?"

"They're about permissions for the new server system. The others asked you to come into the office so they could get those set up for us in person. However, because you were unresponsive for so long, they said you could come in tomorrow instead."

"I see." Takumi sighed. "I must have caused a big commotion over there. I'll have to apologize when I see them again."

"Is everything okay, Takumi?"

Takumi glanced up at Shion, who was still sitting patiently on the countertop. He gave an apologetic look before shaking his head. "No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now."

"I won't ask, then."

Takumi gave a small smile as he finished drying the floor. After disinfecting Shion, he popped the purple AI-Ball back into his head, rejoicing at the feeling of his depth perception returning to him.

Shion was always like that- he was gentle, his personality naturally conflict-avoidant. Like a shy child, he had to be coaxed out of his shell and treated with patience. However, it couldn't be denied that he wasn't stubborn the same way Takumi was. He was good at encouraging his partner to see other perspectives. In the world of Somnium, this manifested as many long conversations about the mindsets of the subjects while suspended in their inner worlds- trying to understand how they thought, including the ones Takumi had written off as truly depraved. For his part, Shion loved understanding the world through the surreality of dreams.

He could hardly forget what Shion told him about his own mindscape- "Like a giant, colorful aquarium, where your memories float around like bubbles and swim around like fish." Takumi was flattered by the description, until Shion continued. "A shark broke in, though. It tried to eat me, and I couldn't chase it away. I ended up hiding in your closet while watching it eat all of the fish, one by one."

...

In the bathroom, Takumi stared down at the sink before washing his face and drying it off with a towel.

"You should probably wash your hair before tomorrow," Shion said. "You fell asleep on the floor, after all. SIREI would be upset if you showed up with a bad case of bedhead."

Shion never complained about anything unless he was really worried. That was part of the understanding between them.

Takumi confirmed his feelings. "Were there any stains on my face? Do I look like I was asleep on the floor the whole time, or do I look normal? Be honest."

"You'll look fresher after a bath."

Sounds like Shion's way of saying "you look like you just took a nap in the dirt outside".

"I'll do that, then." Takumi stretched his arms out, continuing to stare down at the sink.

He didn't look up. He was curious, but he didn't look up at his reflection.

Shion had gotten used to one of Takumi's other quirks by now. He even accommodated where most people didn't.

There was a reason Takumi never looked at himself in the mirror.

[chibi-celesti]

You said in tags your scared to post art of your yume ship but i say go for it!! People (me) would love to see it :)))

I'm a bit anxious since explaining my Yume and her background would feel like small potatoes compared to what I've seen from others...

But for you(and anyone else curious), I'll talk about her!

This is Saga Oscuro:

(Yes the initial basis for her was born from a Picrew before I could finalise some small details to make her my own ;-;)

Saga I made during the time I was rekindling my attempt at playing Twst since my original attempt I was thrown off by the levelup/ grinding system(I got better when I tried again when Endless Soireé and GloMas dropped on both servers). She obviously represented my love for drawing hence why she carries her signature red sketchbook. And while it may seem cliche, Saga is the Yuusona Yume for Twst.

She's 17 y.o. and the youngest child of two. While she tends to keep to herself at times, when she's with her older brother, Siegfried, her dry humor and sass are pretty obvious. She has an amicable relationship with said older brother, her mom, and late father; the latter whom shaped her into the creative spirit she is today.(There's more OC lore stuff about him I'll go into another time).

Where is she from? Earth. Her family live in a cozy(ficitious) town in New York, which is not too far from Coney Island.

How'd she wound up in Twst? She was wandering near the path of Coney Island's beaches, when, on her way back, the Dark Carriage encountered her and whisked her away. Her mother and brother both freaked out when she vanished since that day was also the anniversary of her father's passing.

Her Fav. Hobby? Art(lol), but she also likes to sing sometimes. And is also a decent cook, able to make meals that she and Grim can enjoy for themselves.

Fav. Class? Surprisingly History of Magic. She is observant of every detail in their textbooks, and get invested in the tales connected to each lesson. Ironically, she ends up being in the top 3 of getting good grades in that one. (She's Rank 2, just under a certain Rose Tyrant).

Club? None, but she has been eyeballing a few odd ones in particular(ie. Gargoyle Research and Mountain Lovers. With Equestrian being an iffy.)

Fav. Food? Potato candies. Her parents collected vintage cookbooks over the years, and Potato Candies were ones she loved the most.

Handness? Right.

Any Crushes? Two: Riddle and Malleus. Both were kind of unexpected since her first run with Riddle in Book 01 was...not that great. Post overblot, the both of them surprisingly clicked given their love for snacks, and how happy she was at Riddle trying to not go into Tyrant Overkill mode again. Malleus was thanks to the overnight visits and walks. Given their love for their parents(or in Mal-Mal's case, parental figure), she enjoyed his company alot. That AND she can relate to losing a love one alot.

People she despises/ keeps at arms length? Crowley: he's easy of a punching bag no thanks to his procrastination of sending her home, but there are times when she gives him the benefit of the doubt(his mannerisms remind her too much of her family at times). As for actual people she has problems with...it's mostly Fellow Honest due to the fact he nearly human trafficked her and her classmates, and Rollo due to how, to her, he felt like a dark reflection of her grief when she lost her dad. These two end up being cordial, but not enough for Saga to completely trust him again. Leona and Azul too no thanks to her disliking the former for thinking that endangering other peoples' lives over a school sport warrants no form of change(as far as she knows), and the latter for stealing her Dorm.(I know the highlight for twst is the fact the cast are all morally questionable, but you can't blame her for feeling she wants to either commit a felony herself to get away from them, or break the law and drink illegally).

Unique Magic/ Signature Spell? None. I've been debating on her developing one of her own, but odds are she might not get it.

Other fun facts about her?

Her favourite flowers are marigolds.

One time, when she first heard of Malleus' Birthday coming(the Year One cycle), she worked hard in Alchemy to make a red gem embued with a marigold in it and made it into a necklace. When she gave it to him, he loved it so much he made one for her, only it was green with a black rose inside it.

She's about ~ 7 years younger than Siegfried.

Despite her preferred brown dress, she admittedly liked how Vil helped her find her a clothing style that matched her well. He even did her hair in pigtails during the VDC training camp.

Anytime Ace and Grim pull stunts that get her in trouble, she does the 'Saga Chop'; uses her sketchbook to mollywop them in the head. She did this to Jamil once after his Overblot.

[possumcollege]

We are all weird little guys in the margin of god's notebook.

There are no main characters, only blorbos so obsessively eyeballed and memed by subcultures, shitposters, and trend prospectors that they break containment into society, encumbered with so much asinine lore that we mistake them for someone who's here on purpose to advance The Narrative instead of realizing, "Oh that's just Plum Soppin. He started a company that made it easier to buy illegal drugs on the internet, but a blogger who invented the concept of Computer Hell decided he was humanity's best chance at ascending to TradCath Anime Heaven, so now he's like turning FedEx into an app for doxxing trans people."

[sushiburritonoms]

New ETN/GT Fic

I wrote this for Matpat's retirement in March and look at me, right on time as always.

Matthew Patrick's Home for Imaginary Friends and Biblical Abominations

Rating: Gen, no ships, comedy, could be considered crack I guess

Summary: Stephanie Patrick has made a lot of adjustments and sacrifices ever since her husband came back from Everlock and has come out of the other side a stronger person. But six years later, Matthew and Nikita finally achieve the impossible and bring Joey Graceffa back from Pandora’s Box...along with something else. What do you do when your husband accidentally releases the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?

You hire them for Youtube of course.

Basically a fusion of Game Theory lore and ETN, featuring Stephanie, Jason, Tom, Lee, Santi, Amy, Mirror Matt, Ash, and a ton of other Theorist cameos and easter eggs. Its the new channel hosts as the Four Horsemen; this will NOT make sense if you don't follow the Theorist channels.

Fic Snippet is below the cut.

Hey Death, whatcha doing?”

“Go away, Fam, I’m busy!”

“You’re busy in MY space! Aren’t you supposed to be off reaping innocent babies or kittens or something?!”

“For the last time, we are GUESTS; you don’t own the space, you glutinous half-wit! Leave me alone!”

“Matt! Matt, Death is messing with your kitchen!!”

“GUYS! I’M ON THE PHONE!”

Stepping into her own kitchen wasn’t supposed to feel like a SAE mission. But Steph kept a flask of holy water and a crucifix in her Lululemon hip bag as she made her way over from the stairwell. The moment she made her presence known, she saw sickly green flames brighten to life in the blank sockets of Death’s skull face.

“Ah! Stephanie! So good of you to join us.” Death nodded his head politely and lifted a skeletal hand to tug at his black hood as though it were some sort of dapper hat. His upper-class London accent made the act feel less ridiculous and more like proper gentleman behavior.

“…Hi.” Steph was never going to get used to how terrifying it was to see green fire instead of eyeballs, especially since Death towered several feet over her and Matthew. Speaking of which… “I thought I heard Matthew’s voice.”

“He went downstairs,” a smooth voice chimed in from behind Death’s black robe. “With the other dude and the chick.”

Death snorted. “Eloquent and informative as ever.”

“She knows who I’m talking about! Now move your nonexistent ass; some of us are trying to work here!”

Steph saw a thick human arm swat at Death’s cloak, and the living personification of Famine stepped into Steph’s view.

Famine grinned at her with a very normal and healthy-looking human male face. Thank God. She would take his human form any day over the emaciated, decayed corpse that was his true form. Today, he was favoring a physique that had very broad shoulders and thick muscular biceps that strained against a baby blue shirt with some anime character imprinted on it. Matthew would surely know the show, but she did not. He had a round tan face with a salt and pepper beard and very mischievous eyes that were partially hidden behind thick black glasses. He eagerly held out one of her mixing bowls, which was filled near to the brim with something that smelled utterly delicious.

“I’m making snacks!”

“Thank you, Famine. That’s very sweet of you.” Steph couldn’t help but break into a smile. “Is this the same body you wore yesterday?”

Famine nodded vigorously. “Matt said we need to pick a body and stick with it. I like this one. Check out my GUNS!” He set the bowl down on the countertop beside him and flexed one of his thick arms at Steph.

Death scoffed. “Flesh is weak. Entropy is inevitable.”

“You’re just jealous because you can’t create anything other than the same lameo body you’ve had for centuries.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the way my human form looks. Not all of us are vain like you and Pestilence.”

“Excuse you?”

Steph jumped. A small, slender woman with incredibly pale skin and long black hair suddenly sat cross-legged at one of Steph’s kitchen bar chairs. She wore a shoulderless black halter dress that went down to the floor, to where Steph could see the tips of shiny Doc Martens peeking out. On her face, she wore black eyeliner to outline her light blue eyes, which were intensely focused on Famine. She looked completely human except for one small detail. She had long, razor-sharp silver claws instead of nails resting elegantly in her lap, like ten slim stiletto daggers just waiting to be thrown.

Death shook his bony head. “How many times have I told you not to scare our hosts like that? Don’t make me put a bell around your tiny neck!”

“Hmm, I’d like to see you try,” Pestilence yawned into the palm of her hand, her claws flexing across her face. They were filed into sharp points and caught the light in a terrifying way. “Sorry to bother you, Steph, but Matt was looking for you and said you needed to be on his call. He’s with the Vessel and Nikita.”

“The dude and the chick!” Famine shrugged. “I said that already.”

“You are useless,” Death groaned.

Oh. Right. Matthew had said he was going to call Jason today. She’d completely forgotten that was happening.

You can continue the fic here

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

Bloody Painter Headcanons

Did y’all miss these? Idc if this seems like a weird direction to go from my past two HC lists, I’ve always loved Helen as a character and I just went and read up on all the compiled lore DeluCat made of him years ago, and I got some HCs fresh in my mind!

I used THIS YouTube video from DeluCat herself as my main source, assume anything I don’t list/discuss here is filled in by anything here. I’m actually really impressed that she did so much research on different serial killers, psych ward operations, and violent crimes to make Helen as realistic as possible.

Expect canon typical horror/mature topics being discussed from this point forward, nothing is censored beyond this point!!!!

Roughly about 25, give or take a few years

STRICTLY he/him, will react violently if anyone calls him different pronouns, especially feminine ones

Despite this, he’s definitely not cis (it’s actually canon that he’s agender! Friendly reminder that pronouns =/= gender)

Like bro you were literally raised to have a gender crisis. Everyone point and laugh at the egg

Jeff used she/her for him once as a joke and he still has deep scars from what Helen decided to do to him

Like I shit you not, Helen took a sizable chunk of skin out of Jeff’s back, and only stopped because Eyeless Jack physically had to hold him back until Jeff left his line of sight

You wouldn’t even expect such violent outbursts from this guy considering how normally calm he is

Barely talks at all tbh

Like, he’ll interact politely with most of the residents of the mansion and isn’t turned off by conversation, but don’t expect him to hold a full conversation if he deems you boring or unimportant

Which tbh he probably will, he’s not super big on friendships considering how his last one went

Mostly prefers to keep to himself and is often in the more run down/abandoned wings of the manor

Has a naturally more feminine looking face (long eyelashes, smaller nose, etc) and does nothing to try and fix/hide it

Has converted one of the dilapidated rooms into an “art” studio

And by art. Heh. Let’s just say. Corpses

No actually he really just has an entire room dedicated to some of the most fucked up art a person is capable of making

Sculptures made out of bones and flesh, jars filled with coagulated blood submerging his taxidermy projects, eyeball jewelry, teeth jewelry, paint made from pummeled organs and flesh, brandings and etchings on stretched human skin, plushies made of human hair, he’s got it all

He also makes more “normal” art, which in reality is just more traditional mediums that still depict his usual obsessions with violence

Has gotten used to the scent of rot and decay like pretty much every resident has, but is one of the few who enjoys it

Is very selfish, self centered, and has an ego larger than Texas

Him and Ben have a somewhat transactional relationship; Helen films all the depraved torture and crafting he enacts and shares it with Ben, and Ben prints out news articles of Helen’s crimes for Helen to make art with, or just look at to admire his handiwork

ZERO empathy. His morals heavily align with the BEN AI, and even somewhat Slenderman’s

Hates animals. Not cause he’s scared of them or anything, but because he finds their existence useless

…unless he’s using it for fucked up taxidermy

LOVES torture the same way Eyelss Jack loves vivisections

One of his favorite things to do is rip a person’s fingernails out one by one, and then severing the hand and using the bleeding nail beds as the world’s most fucked up large paintbrush

Besides art, he loves to read. Kind of a given considering he’s basically the quiet kid

Loves depraved horror novels and serial killer memoirs/autobiographies

Can speak fluent Chinese, and often shit talks other pastas to their faces without them even knowing

Kagekao learned Chinese just so the two could gossip

Similar to EJ, has a more “buff” physique and has been seen breaking bones effortlessly. When you’ve been murdering steadily for over a decade at this point you kinda just learn where the weak/break points are in the human body

Can improvise anything into a weapon

Actually he really loves killing people with unconventional murder weapons. Scenes are often found with things like metal straws lodged in a victim’s sternum, or the top of a bowling pin shoved down a victim’s throat so far their jaw broke and the victim subsequently choked on their own blood from their shattered teeth

He’s gotten so good at this that the other pastas will literally make a game out of it and challenge him to use an outlandish item as a weapon the next time he kills

“Okay okay how about a bong” “are you being serious right now” “just answer the question art boy” “twice, actually. Though technically I think one of them was a really weird ceramic frog instead. That, or a pcp pipe.” “Awesome”

Hates removing his mask around anyone he’s not acquainted with

Gets reeeaaalll fuckin quiet too

Has gotten so good at being stealthy he doesn’t even alert or startle people like Eyeless Jack does

Surprisingly enough he actually gets enough sleep compared to most of the other residents of the manor

He’s also able to get comfortable and sleep practically anywhere, in the weirdest positions too. Is often found passed out in his studio sitting up, or laying on the floor covered in metal torture tools and bones

Despite his lack of empathy, his blood boils and he seethes if anyone dares to mess with Sally

The first day he stumbled across the manor and introduced himself by what the media called him, Sally gave him a drawing of himself, and he vowed on the spot to look out for the little snot

Is already a naturally patient person, and is incredibly patient and gentle when explaining how to do specific art things to Sally

Jokingly “agrees” with Sally about not liking doctors whenever she’s around eyeless Jack (though in his case he hates psych doctors vastly more than physical ailment doctors)

Back to the patience thing: will stalk a victim for months to toy with them. He has an eternity to do this to people with his newfound abilities granted to him by slenderman, why rush?

Helen 🤝 BEN/Ben = malewhore mansplain manipulate

Will say anything to get what he wants

Thinks in a very transactional and technical way. If you don’t do or offer something to benefit him first, he doesn’t even see you as a person

Is friends/close with: Sally, Eyeless Jack, BEN/Ben, Jason, Ann, and KageKao

Has a tolerable relationship with/is very neutral about: Masky, Hoody, Jane, Liu, Puppeteer, LJ, and Slenderman

Doesn’t get along with/HATES: clockwork, Nina, and Jeff

Him and Jason often collaborate together on pieces involving still living people

Him and Ann have a mutual distaste for doctors/hospital settings, and can often be found stitching up their wounds (or sometimes in Helen’s case a piece involving human flesh) together

Ace, heavily questioning if he’s aro too

He finds Ann aesthetically pleasing to look at, but his thoughts don’t go any further than that. Often uses her as figure practice (with her consent)

Is mainly fascinated by the fact she’s a walking sentient corpse

Tried cannibalism once, wasn’t a fan

Tried going to both Eyeless Jack and Ann once during a dysphoria-spurred panic attack and begged for bottom surgery

“But why tho” “I’m ace. I don’t need it. Don’t women who never want to get pregnant get rid of their uteruses anyways?” “Well, yes, but-“ “so help me god get this thing off my body”

Obviously one of the few times he actually doesn’t appear calm and put together to people. Tries his damn hardest to hide these panic attacks unless around Eyeless Jack or Ann. Would be mortified if Ben, Sally, or any of the loud judgmental pastas saw him in this state

Gives a lot of his full corpse art pieces a physical sex swap

You’re dead but hey free top surgery and you get to be fucked up art

Honestly doesn’t give a shit about symbolism, makes art of whatever he wants/feels like and makes it pretty clear there’s no hidden meaning

[hosannan]

starter call! {

I suspect with her late coming, she will not be having many takers in this department, (and that's okay!) but just in case... ADDITIONALLY, I welcome any and all asks, and if you'd like Nanna to kick off first, she'd be happy to!! Social butterfly of my heart, really.

🌟IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO PICK UP AN OLD THREAD OR HAVE ME END A THREAD, I WOULD LOVE TO BY THE WAY............ I do not mind and I love closure.

BL Mission Task Board (needs BL)

🏰- New building materials are being shipped as donations from various noble houses to help with the reconstruction effort, but those materials need to actually be moved to the right areas! [Grants Heavy Armor +1] - a princess she is, delicate she is not. she's got two hands and a horse and is ready to move things with you

🐻- Forge-A-Bear - cute... TAKEN BY MAREETA. my childhood friend 🥺 look how we've grown...

🙏 - Listening to confessions and prayers. - miss nanna prays very often for a girl whose faith magic and healing can never seem to improve...

🪄 - Perhaps while you’re in Fhirdiad, it shall be YOU who makes the best new spell this world’s ever seen? [Grants Reason +1] - school of magic. as a tailor, i suspect Nanna's really clever at making designs for sigils and magic circles ala Witch Hat Atelier

🌱 - Get your hands dirty, reworking the soil and planting new seeds for the sake of the monastery’s future self sufficiency, and with it, plant a seed of hope that things shall return to what they once were too… [Grants Gauntlets +1]

💏 - Meet an aspiring thief, a daydreaming cleric, a girl fond of horses, a disheveled widow, or maybe even a clingy old flame of yours. (move in the displaced, meet npcs) - incredibly funny. I also think Nanna would prioritize moving displaced children and people who have lost their homes. but (tapping my head) that just means some of our NPCs are in need of a roof, huh? FE5 army recruitment music

🪵 - carpentry classes - I think she'd want to try. can't promise she'd be good at it, but she's trying so hard! if asked, she could probably tell you about how her fiance could probably chop wood with his eyes closed. or even inebriated. but you know. then there's Nanna, with no axe points.

☔- Clergy members and those working at the School of Sorcery the past month have developed a white magic spell that, when cast, waterproofs a surface and helps protect it from the elements. [Grants Faith +1] - get rained in with nanna! honestly, their conversations can go anywhere: Fall of Garreg, how she's used to being displaced and used to adapting to new homes, how reconstruction is commonplace. she'd even hold both your hands and pull you out in the rain to check if the spell works! TAKEN BY YUZU. w-what do you mean yuzu doesn't believe in magic...

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[Grants Riding +1] - TAKEN BY LACHESIS. momther! my love, my light, my everything...

🏠- and then they were roommates - since Leif and Nanna are not staying together at the moment (laughing) (laughing) (crying) TAKEN BY ALTENA. sister, sisterhood, my heart for these two ALWAYS

🪓- smithing/durability [Grants Axe +1] - this one is cool because it involves learning how to maintain weapons, and Nanna has experienced another lore where her personal weapon, the Earth Sword, was hit with 0 durability. she'd be very interested in weapon maintenance bc of this and tell you about her crusty old sword that absolutely looks like it should break at any time now. probably tell you about why a princess like her is carrying around this sword that looks like the old earth and gravel TAKEN BY FELIX. felix. felix. have you seen my sword? where did it go?

🐣- baby sitting children - as it says on the can! TAKEN BY SHEZ. what if we had so much love in our hearts...

👀- looking for missing people - as it says on the can!

👁️ - Floating eyeballs with long attachments resembling tendons multiply and guard the land as their new home, striking your party with some invisible psychic force the second you step foot into ‘their’ territory. Find a way to clear the field before the monsters rid it of you. - miss Nanna would like to dust off her sword skills. she actually vastly prefers fighting with the sword over healing... - TAKEN BY MITAMA. oh i love them.... Mitama, a fellow healer...

⚔️ - Funds allocated to this endeavor are tight however, so some haggling with traveling merchants is in order. Some testing might be in order to make sure you’re not getting swindled either, though convincing the merchants could be another ordeal entirely… [Grants Sword +1] - it's no bargain ring, but Nanna, in all her socializing beauty, has gotten really good at haggling. you live in Fiana for long enough and your princess will just pull up her sleeves and try to get 2 silver swords for a small bag of coins. - TAKEN BY DOROTHEA. i think women deserve to know their way around a bargain